(A/N: My humble apologies, as always, for the infrequent updates. For what it's worth, my capricious muse is as cruel a master as I am an infrequent updater. There is no controlling where it drags me, all anyone can do is strap in for the ride. But I'm re-watching FMA with a friend who has never seen it before, so I felt inspired to get a move on with this. I predict more frequent updates in the near future, but I can't promise anything except that I will never abandon this story.)

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Their reverie was broken by the sound of applause. Envy opened her eyes to see Kimblee, upside down from her current perspective. He was leaning casually against the opposite wall, one of the sheets draped loosely over him like a Xerxian robe. She wondered with a start how long he had been there.

"Bravo. I'd say you're better in love than war."

"You're not upset, are you?" Envy asked, turning right side up as Greed moved off of and away from her.

"Upset?" He tilted his head slightly as he approached them. "Only if I can't take my turn." He slid the sheet from around his shoulders and stepped into the water. Greed wolf-whistled as he did so.

Envy stood and waded across the small space between them, wrapping her arms around him. As she buried her face in his loose-falling hair, a weight she had not even been aware of fell away. Only when she was on solid ground once more did she realize how unstable she had been without him.

"Is something wrong?"

She felt it would be a bit much to say I missed you when he had been asleep in the next room, out of her immediate vicinity for under an hour.

"No. No, I'm just glad you're here."

They shared a kiss, and then she pulled him down to sit beside her.

"Here." Greed said, handing the bottle of wine to him. "There was a second glass at one point. Don't really feel like getting a third."

"The three of us, share a bottle? How lewd." He took a swig as Greed and Envy chuckled.

"Wish I could say I'm sorry about your neck." Greed said, eyeing the crescent of fang-marks he had left, higher than the collar of Kimblee's uniform would entirely cover. Greed moved over and kissed the rent flesh, before running his tongue along the length of it. "What I'd give to hear the questions you get about it at work."

"People don't ask questions to my face, although I'm sure it will spark interesting rumors." He took another drink, his other hand gliding up Greed's spine. "Now that simple homosexuality is a dubious claim, they'll need a fresh angle as to my perversity."

"If only they knew." Greed said, almost nostalgic.

"Truth is stranger than conjecture." Kimblee pressed the mouth of the bottle against Greed's lips, tipping the liquid into his waiting mouth. Greed seized the neck of the bottled and pushed it in the opposite direction, spilling its contents onto Kimblee's neck, shoulder and torso.

"Whops." Greed said, bending to lap at the flowing rivulets.

"I've changed my mind." Envy said abruptly. "I want to see the two of you make out."

"You sure?" Greed asked, straightening up and wiping a bit of wine off his chin. His expression was so self-satisfied it was clear he knew the answer.

"I am." Although Envy was unsure of why. A sort of consolation prize for Greed, perhaps: giving him something which Envy held dear, even if it was a far cry from what he had wanted. Or perhaps Envy was secure enough now to want to flaunt her own good luck a little, for she loved the way her human kissed her and felt that Greed ought to understand why.

It was hot, whatever underlying motivations Envy might have. They were a study in contrasts so extreme that they ought to clash, to detract from one another. And yet each accentuated what Envy found most appealing about the other. Greed dominated the contact, and yet Kimblee once again baffled her in how he held his own even as he gave ground. Greed brought that out in him; the firmness that was yielding, acquiescence as a means of control – those subtleties of his character which had tamed Envy and still held her enthralled. And Greed, who was so harsh and maddeningly indifferent, and yet had just bared such vulnerability to her. Maybe, just maybe, Envy had softened just enough to want that enjoyment for both them, apart from her own satisfaction.

Not that said satisfaction was at all compromised. After a generous but not overlong time of enjoying one another, they drew away from each other as though on cue, each holding out one arm, beckoning Envy to join. Envy once more found it difficult to move, difficult to breathe, as she crossed the small space to entangle herself in their arms. She wanted to stay there forever, pressed between their bodies, covered in their kisses and caresses. Envy tried to give as good as she got, but she was outnumbered, soon quivering and mindless in sensory overload, no longer sure whose mouth was whose and which hand was doing what, and loving all of it.

Presently, she was aware of both of them drawing back, exchanging some question in a glance which she was too out of her head to fathom.

"What would you say," Green murmured against her ear, "to both of us at once?"

Envy made a sound that was half gasp, half laugh. She could not say what shocked her more – the suggestion, or the fact that it seemed plausible. Both things combine made the color rise in her face, which she hid in the crux of Kimblee's neck.

"Maybe." Envy hedged, not sure if her stomach twisted with excitement or unease. "Is such a thing…enjoyable?"

"Neither of us could tell you for a fact." Kimblee said with a bit of a laugh.

"I'd be all for finding out if I could." Greed added.

"As would I." Kimblee said. "I can tell you I thoroughly enjoyed being between both of you earlier."

"I…suppose we could try it." Envy's mouth curved of its own accord into a half-mad grin as she said it.

Greed pulled away from them and climbed over the lip of the tub. Envy peaked up at him, sending sheets of water cascading down his body and onto the floor as he disappeared briefly into the bedroom, retrieving the tube of lubricant from earlier.

"How considerate." Envy said as he returned, sinking into the hot water once more.

"You know me." He said with a wink. "Always so considerate." He nodded at Kimblee, who was currently half-reclined on the ledge of the hot tub's seats. "Sit on his lap, facing him."

It was not a new position for them, but Envy felt the heightened sensation of novelty to have someone else watching, a third party calling the shots. Kimblee pulled her into an almost chaste embrace, instinctively soothing Envy's flutter of nervousness. Envy was bolstered by his unwavering self-assurance, that certainty of getting exactly what he wanted regardless of who was in charge.

"Kiss the boy." Greed said. Envy was happy to oblige. She felt Greed behind her, tall enough to kneel on the bottom of the tub and have his hips still on a level with Envy's. They resumed their previous actions. Envy moaned as someone's – Greed's assumedly – fingers began charting her most intimate terrain, only slightly aware of the viscous substance his touch brought with it.

"I guess I'm not technically new to double-penetration." Envy said to cover her own slight nervousness as Greed began stretching her from behind. "Just usually has less to do with dicks and more to do with…sharp objects…"

"You're bad at pillow-talk." Greed said, leaning flush against her back.

"I could jab you in the solar plexus so easily from here."

"Gentlemen." Kimblee said with equal parts warning and amusement.

"Point taken." Greed said, kissing Envy's neck. "You alright?"

"Yes." She reached up, her hand coming to rest on the back of his neck as he half-knelt behind her, turning her head towards his. "Keep going."

From Kimblee's viewpoint, she was the essence of sensuality in that moment; eyes half-lidded, hair wet and tousled, somehow both coy and brazen at once. He wished he could take a snapshot of the image, preserve it against fallible memory. Failing that, he shifted his hips just so and slid into her. She was very ready, slick with her own wetness as well as the synthetic extra.

Envy's breath hitched as he did so, eyes closed and mouth falling slightly open. Recovering, she reached out with her other hand and pulled him into another kiss.

"Yes?" Greed asked, now pressed against her second, well-prepped opening.

"Yes."

Her body stiffened as he entered her, not with pain or fear but with a nameless thrill that tingled along her skin, made her fingers and toes curl and her back arch against Greed's front. She felt claimed, possessed, at once debauched and cherished.

"Don't stop."

Greed drove the motion, slowly at first as each of them adjusted to their unusual entanglement. The two males were making love as much to each other as to Envy, for it was between the two of them that they set and increased the pace, each other's rhythm they moved to.

To Envy, the feeling was strange at first. Perhaps stranger than it would have been for anyone else, for Envy enjoyed a level of control of his or her or its own body beyond what other creatures could understand. And yet now she was now as powerless as a swimmer in a tidal wave, no more than a fulcrum for their movement and the pleasure it slowly kindled in her. She was unable to tell where one sensation ended and another began, particurally when someone's hand claimed one of her breasts, tweaking and pinching the nipple to almost painful rigidity, and another hand slid down to toy with her clitoris.

Greed and Kimblee shared a kiss over her shoulder. Then Kimblee buried his face against her neck, kindling her skin aflame with the actions of his mouth. Greed's mouth was suddenly close and wet against her ear.

"You love it." He growled, low and predatory.

She made a wordless sound that implied yes, as a particularly vivid jolt of pleasure lanced through her. It was sensory overload, the sheer amount of skin against her own, hot and slick with sweat and water.

"Say it, Invidia." Kimblee whispered, lips flush against her own. "Tell me."

"I…ah-I love…having both of you…being fucked by both of you." She spoke such wanton words with glee, knowing how it would affect him.

Sure enough, with a soft, urgent sound low in his throat, he drove into her more fervently, heightening their coupling to even greater speed, making Envy scream anew. Her body tightened and shuddered deliciously around each of them, evoking a sound of pleasure from both men Either of them could have, and indeed nearly had, reached their own climax as a result, but just as they worked with each other, so also they worked against one another, rivals as well as partners, engaged in an unspoken rivalry of who could last the longest.

Envy twisted her fingers into Kimblee's now thoroughly tangled hair, locking her lips onto his, tongue sliding in between with a wild abandon he returned measure for measure. She moaned into his mouth, breaking the contact with another heightened cry.

"Oh…oh yes, oh…fuck…" Her fingers tightened in his hair to the point of pain. "Come in me." She seemed barely capable of forming the words. "Both of…you. Fill me with it."

Fuck, Envy talks dirty? Some distant part of Greed's brain marveled. He found it inexplicably heartwarming.

Envy couldn't believe three bodies could move so fast, so well. The water became a typhoon in their frenzy, water splashing over the side in waves. The heat of the water, of their friction, was an inferno. A boiling sea in which Envy was melting, coming apart atom-by-atom and vaporizing with the steam.

Pleasure twisted and spiraled inside her as though her viscera might come unraveled. It was like what she imagined it was to glimpsing Truth, a physical and emotional intensity on the razor edge of endurance, and she screamed.

It was that beautifully raw sound which sent Kimblee over the edge, followed a fraction of a second later by Greed. Kimblee was never sure whether the light which flashed in his eyes was due to pleasure or a jolt of alchemical energy from either of his partners.

Their bodies came apart, and with a splash they all slupmed deeper into the water, dazed. Envy might have drowned if Greed had not retained just enough sense and motor control to hold her to him, above the water line. For a moment, they were so close in body and mind that a thought passed between them, through whatever link of body or soul connected them. At least, Greed knew what Envy was going to say before she did.

"I wish that could have killed me." He voice was soft, quiet enough to go unnoticed, and yet it passed through Greed like a razor.

"Truest thing I've heard in a long time."