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Bright Young Things Part II
Title: Bright Young Things: Part II
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theladyfeylene
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Envy/Ed
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Blood play, dominance play, verbal descriptions of pedophilia, incest and snuff.
Spoilers: Full series spoilers
Author's Note: AU, movieverse doesn't exist. Link To Part I
Summary: They were two equal, opposite forces always pushing against one another. And Ed didn't understand why it made him feel so alive.
It was strange, how so soon things became routine. Ed had grown accustomed to the raccoon coat hanging beside the door, to the fedora on the hat rack, to the finely tailored suits in the closet. He didn’t like them any, but he was used to them. Just as he was used to jazz on the radio and the lingering scent of cigarettes in both bedroom and living room.
The only thing he wasn’t used to was the mess.
“Hey!” Ed hung up his own coat and scowled. Beer bottles on the floor, ash on the carpet, a chicken leg on the couch. “Would it kill you to clean up after yourself?”
“Why would I clean up? You do it every time you come home.”
Ed supposed he wasn’t used to that, either. Him. A week, and Ed still wouldn’t use a name. Not the name he’d known before or the name the other man had given to be used.
“Just.. Clean up,” Ed said, frustrated. “And open a window!”
“It’s just smoke.”
It was ‘just’ everything. Ed went directly to the bedroom, kicking off his shoes. At least the bedroom was relatively clean. There were dirty clothes on the floor and the bed was unmade, but Ed didn’t care. A week with his houseguest and he’d become too numb to care about much of anything.
At least as long as the bastard was there, where Ed could keep an eye on him, he wasn’t hurting anyone. And Ed could deal with the mess and the attitude and the… he could deal with it.
Jazz filtered out from the living room. Loud and frantic and frenzied. Ed heard movement, shuffling across the living room floor. He glanced to the door as though he could see through it. It was early, only seven, but he was tempted to turn in for the night. To save himself from talking or even acknowledging there was someone else in the flat. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it in the hamper before gathering up the scattered clothes.
The jazz on the radio covered the sound of the bedroom door opening.
“Turning in without me?”
Ed froze, clothes in hand.
“Just getting changed,” he said, dropping the dirty clothes in the basket. “What do you want?”
“Nothing much.” There was a half empty beer bottle in his hand. He drank a lot. Drank and smoked and sometimes he’d go to play cards in some pub.
“Then what?” Ed was in no mood for mind games or conversations that were more dance then communication.
“I’m bored.” The beer bottle was set down on a dresser.
“Then go out.”
“Too stormy out. I‘d hate to get in an accident.”
“I’ve seen you drive. I don’t think you really care about accidents.”
Ed was answered with nothing but a shrug.
“Did you clean up the living room?” Ed pressed, not really caring one way or another.
“What does it matter? This is a shitty little flat anyway. Keeping it clean’s not gonna change that.”
Ed felt the rage boil up in him again. The bastard knew how ot push his buttons, knew just how to get under his skin. He felt his temper slipping, notch by notch until it was gone.
“You know what? Fuck you.”
Before Ed knew it, he was pushed against the wall. It was all too familiar. The hands on his shoulders, the warm body pressed against his.
“Actually, I’d rather be the one doing the fucking: But I‘ll take it however you want to give it.”
Ed turned his head away, avoiding the kiss he knew was coming. It always came down to this. Fighting and then sex. Only it wasn’t actually sex, it was still fighting but with teeth and nails and naked skin on naked skin until they’d both finished.
“Not tonight.” It was just mumbled and Ed knew it wouldn’t matter. He always put up some form of protest but he always backed down. He could tell himself he was forced, but he never really was. That made it all the worse. He couldn’t put all the blame on him. Even if he started it, Ed went along with it. And not passively.
“You always play hard to get.” The kiss landed on his neck, just below his earlobe.
“Maybe that’d give you a clue.” Ed snapped, wrenching his head as far as he could manage.
“Oh come on, we both know why you do it.” Teeth replaced the lips, sharp and quick. “Tell me no, and it’s not your fault. Turn away and I’m forcing myself on you. That’s what you tell yourself, isn’t it? You lie to yourself. Because you just can’t admit that you want me.”
“You don’t know a damn thing!” Ed pushed back, fists tight against his shoulders.
“That’s it… come on, Ed, fight me.”
“You’re sick!”
“So are you. Practically begging for it from your own brother…”
“Don’t say that!” Ed was pushing him back, forcing him to step back, hands still tight against Ed’s back. And he was still nipping at Ed’s neck, hard enough to leave marks. And even pushing him, even screaming and hating him, Ed was finding himself aroused.
“Don’t say what?”
Ed wanted to punch away that knowing sneer. But his hands were still forcing the other man back, so he leaned in and bit at the soft skin of lower lip. He tasted blood and heard a grunt of pain - or maybe pleasure, he couldn’t tell. And then he couldn’t push any further. They’d hit the opposite wall.
“Don’t say what, Ed”
“Shut up!” Ed was pulling at buttons now, ripping thin cloth in his haste.
“Tell me something…” Envy - he couldn’t keep the name from his mind any longer, it was Envy he was pushing against a wall, Envy’s blood that was on his lips, Envy’s throat that was bared to him. “Tell me something, Ed. Who do you imagine when we’re in bed? When I’ve got your cock in my mouth, who are you thinking about?”
“Shut up.” Ed’s teeth found the skin of Envy’s neck, mimicking what the other had done to him earlier.
“No. Do you think about that colonel, hmm? When I’m jerking you off, is that who you think about? No?”
“I said shut up!” Ed tore the shirt off and brought his fists down hard against bare skin, wanting to see it bruise.
“I bet I know…” Envy’s voice changed, not teasing but deadly now, hushed. Ed shuddered as a slim hand snaked between his thighs. “You’re thinking about him.”
“…what?”
“Him,: Envy hissed, bringing his lips close to Ed’s ear. “You’ll fuck your older brother, you’d fuck your younger one, too You think about him, don‘t you? You think about fucking him, about him whimpering under you when you take his cherry, bleeding on you….”
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Ed felt his last vestiges of control snap and he drew back his arm and balled his fist. He was in a blind haze of red, not even realizing what he was doing until he felt flesh beneath his knuckles. He froze, realizing what he’d just done.
“Nice one,” was the only reply. There was blood trickling from Envy’s lips. He licked it away, golden eyes glinting dangerously. “Hit a nerve, did I? Don‘t blame you. I‘ve seen the pictures. I bet he would have grown up into a real pretty little bitch. I‘d fuck him, too. Think he‘d be bunker shy, or think he‘d be like you and me? Of course, I bet you wouldn‘t have any trouble getting him into bed. He‘d do anything you asked, wouldn‘t he? Probably a good thing he got stuck in that metal body, he never had to worry about you quilting him into…”
“Say one more word about Al, and I will kill you.” Ed meant it. He realized in a blinding flash that he meant it. Taunting and baiting was one thing, but this… he wouldn’t stand for this.
“Didn’t know you were into snuff. Kinky.” Envy laughed.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You’re still hard.” Envy’s hand tightened, gripping Ed’s erection. He was hard, painfully so. He couldn’t remember when it had felt like this. It sickened him. He was angry, irrational and violent and he felt alive. It had never felt like this before. It was Envy. Envy who pushed his buttons in just the right way. Or the wrong way. What was wrong with him, that he could only feel human when he’d been pushed beyond all rational limits?
“You’re still jerking me off,” Ed countered, a bit too late.
“Sure. Blame it on the body. I bet you’d get off on killing me. Wrapping your hands around my neck, squeezing… would you be inside me when you did it?”
“You’re so sick.”
“You’re the one who goes to bed with me every night.”
There was always an answer. Always an answer for everything. Ed was compliant when Envy turned him, pushed him against the wall and sank to his knees. He leaned back against the wall as Envy undid his trousers and took his erection into his mouth. At least when the bastard’s mouth was full, he couldn’t talk.
The whole thing was sick. Ed made excuses and tried to justify it, but it was sick. Funny how he could admit it here and now, in the middle of the act. Afterward he’d make his excuses again - it kept Envy busy, he could keep an eye on him, if Envy was here than he wasn’t a threat to Hohenhiem…
“You lie too yourself. Because you can’t admit that you want me.”
Ed didn’t know what he wanted. But he knew what he had. He threw his head back and tangled his hands in Envy’s hair, golden blond like his own, shoulder length and slightly wavy. Envy was working him with his mouth, using lips and teeth and bordering on the brink of pain. Ed moved with him, thrusting into his mouth, feeling his climax building.
He sank against the wall when it was over, sliding down until he was sitting, trousers around his ankles. Envy was still on his knees, eyes heavy lidded and lips still curved up in that despicable sneer.
“Was it good?” Envy challenged, licking his lips. “You came real hard….”
“Give it a rest.” Ed wiped his hair out of his face. Envy was different tonight, more hostile, more… intimate.
“Aw, not fun for you anymore?”
“It was never fun for me! Do you ever shut up? Don‘t answer that.” Ed kicked his trousers the rest of the way off - it was easier to do that than to pull them up.
“Lighten up.” Envy slid forward onto his hands and knees, crawling over Ed’s outstretched legs. “You gonna take care of me now?”
“Really not in the mood.” Ed turned his head away again, but Envy’s lips still caught his.
“But you were.” Envy rested his forehead against Ed’s. “It felt good, didn’t it? Letting go like that.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?”
“You could try punching me again. You hit hard, I thought you knocked a tooth out.”
“Did I?” A sense of dark guilt crept into the corners of Ed’s mind. Why, he didn’t know. After everything Envy had done, there was no good reason to feel guilty over punching him.
“Just rattled my jaw, made me bite my tongue. Kiss it and make it better?”
“Yeah, I think I already did that. Go rinse out your mouth before you kiss me again.” Ed pushed Envy away, turning so his shoulder rested against the wall.
“At least you’re not telling me to shut up anymore. You say that a lot, you know.”
“Because you talk too much.” Ed felt Envy move and stand. He watched as he moved away, walking languidly across the room in only his trousers. He returned to the living room. When he came back, he had two beer bottles in his hand.
“What’s this?” Ed awkwardly caught the bottle that was tossed to him.
“New Year’s. Can’t usher in the new year without a drink.”
“Like you need an excuse to drink.”
Envy sat down beside him, both of them on the floor. Jazz was still playing in the other room. Envy opened his beer and knocked it back, taking a deep swig. Ed sipped his slowly. British beers had never quite appealed to Ed.
“This flat’s miserable, you know.”
“Works fine for me.”
“I hate it.” Envy stretched out his legs. “Let’s get a nicer one.”
“Since when is this in any way, shape or form your flat?” Why was it that conversation after the sex was always so bizarrely normal? Like this was all normal, like they were two people who wanted to be together?
“Since I moved in and you haven’t kicked me out.”
“You haven’t moved in.”
“My clothes and personal affects beg to differ, Fullmetal.”
“Didn’t you have things you wanted to do?” A low and dangerous blow, but Ed felt pushed to it.
“An opportunity will present itself. Come to me, so to speak. Especially if I’m here.” Envy grinned. “And in the meantime, I’ve got you to keep me company.”
Ed lowered his beer and looked at Envy, watching him as he finished off his beer. He’d always been good at pretending, good at faking. Suddenly, Ed wondered what was real and what wasn’t. How much of what he saw was an act? Envy, from what he could tell, had always worn masks. Maybe Ed wasn’t the only one making excuses for himself.
Or maybe he just really, really needed to believe that there was more to Envy than what he saw.
“Then you’d better start cleaning up after yourself,” Ed said with a sigh.
“I’ll make it my New Year’s resolution.” Envy held up the empty beer bottle. “To a new year.”
Ed stared blankly for a moment, almost suspicious. These strange, surreal moments were somehow the worst.
“A new year,” he repeated, tone resigned. “For better or for worse.”
“Worse,” Envy said, clinking the beer bottles together. “Definitely worse.”
“Screw you,” Ed said, shaking his head.
“All in good time,” Envy assured him, throwing an arm around Ed’s shoulders. “All in good time.”
Author:
theladyfeyleneFandom: FMA
Pairing: Envy/Ed
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Blood play, dominance play, verbal descriptions of pedophilia, incest and snuff.
Spoilers: Full series spoilers
Author's Note: AU, movieverse doesn't exist. Link To Part I
Summary: They were two equal, opposite forces always pushing against one another. And Ed didn't understand why it made him feel so alive.
It was strange, how so soon things became routine. Ed had grown accustomed to the raccoon coat hanging beside the door, to the fedora on the hat rack, to the finely tailored suits in the closet. He didn’t like them any, but he was used to them. Just as he was used to jazz on the radio and the lingering scent of cigarettes in both bedroom and living room.
The only thing he wasn’t used to was the mess.
“Hey!” Ed hung up his own coat and scowled. Beer bottles on the floor, ash on the carpet, a chicken leg on the couch. “Would it kill you to clean up after yourself?”
“Why would I clean up? You do it every time you come home.”
Ed supposed he wasn’t used to that, either. Him. A week, and Ed still wouldn’t use a name. Not the name he’d known before or the name the other man had given to be used.
“Just.. Clean up,” Ed said, frustrated. “And open a window!”
“It’s just smoke.”
It was ‘just’ everything. Ed went directly to the bedroom, kicking off his shoes. At least the bedroom was relatively clean. There were dirty clothes on the floor and the bed was unmade, but Ed didn’t care. A week with his houseguest and he’d become too numb to care about much of anything.
At least as long as the bastard was there, where Ed could keep an eye on him, he wasn’t hurting anyone. And Ed could deal with the mess and the attitude and the… he could deal with it.
Jazz filtered out from the living room. Loud and frantic and frenzied. Ed heard movement, shuffling across the living room floor. He glanced to the door as though he could see through it. It was early, only seven, but he was tempted to turn in for the night. To save himself from talking or even acknowledging there was someone else in the flat. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it in the hamper before gathering up the scattered clothes.
The jazz on the radio covered the sound of the bedroom door opening.
“Turning in without me?”
Ed froze, clothes in hand.
“Just getting changed,” he said, dropping the dirty clothes in the basket. “What do you want?”
“Nothing much.” There was a half empty beer bottle in his hand. He drank a lot. Drank and smoked and sometimes he’d go to play cards in some pub.
“Then what?” Ed was in no mood for mind games or conversations that were more dance then communication.
“I’m bored.” The beer bottle was set down on a dresser.
“Then go out.”
“Too stormy out. I‘d hate to get in an accident.”
“I’ve seen you drive. I don’t think you really care about accidents.”
Ed was answered with nothing but a shrug.
“Did you clean up the living room?” Ed pressed, not really caring one way or another.
“What does it matter? This is a shitty little flat anyway. Keeping it clean’s not gonna change that.”
Ed felt the rage boil up in him again. The bastard knew how ot push his buttons, knew just how to get under his skin. He felt his temper slipping, notch by notch until it was gone.
“You know what? Fuck you.”
Before Ed knew it, he was pushed against the wall. It was all too familiar. The hands on his shoulders, the warm body pressed against his.
“Actually, I’d rather be the one doing the fucking: But I‘ll take it however you want to give it.”
Ed turned his head away, avoiding the kiss he knew was coming. It always came down to this. Fighting and then sex. Only it wasn’t actually sex, it was still fighting but with teeth and nails and naked skin on naked skin until they’d both finished.
“Not tonight.” It was just mumbled and Ed knew it wouldn’t matter. He always put up some form of protest but he always backed down. He could tell himself he was forced, but he never really was. That made it all the worse. He couldn’t put all the blame on him. Even if he started it, Ed went along with it. And not passively.
“You always play hard to get.” The kiss landed on his neck, just below his earlobe.
“Maybe that’d give you a clue.” Ed snapped, wrenching his head as far as he could manage.
“Oh come on, we both know why you do it.” Teeth replaced the lips, sharp and quick. “Tell me no, and it’s not your fault. Turn away and I’m forcing myself on you. That’s what you tell yourself, isn’t it? You lie to yourself. Because you just can’t admit that you want me.”
“You don’t know a damn thing!” Ed pushed back, fists tight against his shoulders.
“That’s it… come on, Ed, fight me.”
“You’re sick!”
“So are you. Practically begging for it from your own brother…”
“Don’t say that!” Ed was pushing him back, forcing him to step back, hands still tight against Ed’s back. And he was still nipping at Ed’s neck, hard enough to leave marks. And even pushing him, even screaming and hating him, Ed was finding himself aroused.
“Don’t say what?”
Ed wanted to punch away that knowing sneer. But his hands were still forcing the other man back, so he leaned in and bit at the soft skin of lower lip. He tasted blood and heard a grunt of pain - or maybe pleasure, he couldn’t tell. And then he couldn’t push any further. They’d hit the opposite wall.
“Don’t say what, Ed”
“Shut up!” Ed was pulling at buttons now, ripping thin cloth in his haste.
“Tell me something…” Envy - he couldn’t keep the name from his mind any longer, it was Envy he was pushing against a wall, Envy’s blood that was on his lips, Envy’s throat that was bared to him. “Tell me something, Ed. Who do you imagine when we’re in bed? When I’ve got your cock in my mouth, who are you thinking about?”
“Shut up.” Ed’s teeth found the skin of Envy’s neck, mimicking what the other had done to him earlier.
“No. Do you think about that colonel, hmm? When I’m jerking you off, is that who you think about? No?”
“I said shut up!” Ed tore the shirt off and brought his fists down hard against bare skin, wanting to see it bruise.
“I bet I know…” Envy’s voice changed, not teasing but deadly now, hushed. Ed shuddered as a slim hand snaked between his thighs. “You’re thinking about him.”
“…what?”
“Him,: Envy hissed, bringing his lips close to Ed’s ear. “You’ll fuck your older brother, you’d fuck your younger one, too You think about him, don‘t you? You think about fucking him, about him whimpering under you when you take his cherry, bleeding on you….”
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Ed felt his last vestiges of control snap and he drew back his arm and balled his fist. He was in a blind haze of red, not even realizing what he was doing until he felt flesh beneath his knuckles. He froze, realizing what he’d just done.
“Nice one,” was the only reply. There was blood trickling from Envy’s lips. He licked it away, golden eyes glinting dangerously. “Hit a nerve, did I? Don‘t blame you. I‘ve seen the pictures. I bet he would have grown up into a real pretty little bitch. I‘d fuck him, too. Think he‘d be bunker shy, or think he‘d be like you and me? Of course, I bet you wouldn‘t have any trouble getting him into bed. He‘d do anything you asked, wouldn‘t he? Probably a good thing he got stuck in that metal body, he never had to worry about you quilting him into…”
“Say one more word about Al, and I will kill you.” Ed meant it. He realized in a blinding flash that he meant it. Taunting and baiting was one thing, but this… he wouldn’t stand for this.
“Didn’t know you were into snuff. Kinky.” Envy laughed.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You’re still hard.” Envy’s hand tightened, gripping Ed’s erection. He was hard, painfully so. He couldn’t remember when it had felt like this. It sickened him. He was angry, irrational and violent and he felt alive. It had never felt like this before. It was Envy. Envy who pushed his buttons in just the right way. Or the wrong way. What was wrong with him, that he could only feel human when he’d been pushed beyond all rational limits?
“You’re still jerking me off,” Ed countered, a bit too late.
“Sure. Blame it on the body. I bet you’d get off on killing me. Wrapping your hands around my neck, squeezing… would you be inside me when you did it?”
“You’re so sick.”
“You’re the one who goes to bed with me every night.”
There was always an answer. Always an answer for everything. Ed was compliant when Envy turned him, pushed him against the wall and sank to his knees. He leaned back against the wall as Envy undid his trousers and took his erection into his mouth. At least when the bastard’s mouth was full, he couldn’t talk.
The whole thing was sick. Ed made excuses and tried to justify it, but it was sick. Funny how he could admit it here and now, in the middle of the act. Afterward he’d make his excuses again - it kept Envy busy, he could keep an eye on him, if Envy was here than he wasn’t a threat to Hohenhiem…
“You lie too yourself. Because you can’t admit that you want me.”
Ed didn’t know what he wanted. But he knew what he had. He threw his head back and tangled his hands in Envy’s hair, golden blond like his own, shoulder length and slightly wavy. Envy was working him with his mouth, using lips and teeth and bordering on the brink of pain. Ed moved with him, thrusting into his mouth, feeling his climax building.
He sank against the wall when it was over, sliding down until he was sitting, trousers around his ankles. Envy was still on his knees, eyes heavy lidded and lips still curved up in that despicable sneer.
“Was it good?” Envy challenged, licking his lips. “You came real hard….”
“Give it a rest.” Ed wiped his hair out of his face. Envy was different tonight, more hostile, more… intimate.
“Aw, not fun for you anymore?”
“It was never fun for me! Do you ever shut up? Don‘t answer that.” Ed kicked his trousers the rest of the way off - it was easier to do that than to pull them up.
“Lighten up.” Envy slid forward onto his hands and knees, crawling over Ed’s outstretched legs. “You gonna take care of me now?”
“Really not in the mood.” Ed turned his head away again, but Envy’s lips still caught his.
“But you were.” Envy rested his forehead against Ed’s. “It felt good, didn’t it? Letting go like that.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?”
“You could try punching me again. You hit hard, I thought you knocked a tooth out.”
“Did I?” A sense of dark guilt crept into the corners of Ed’s mind. Why, he didn’t know. After everything Envy had done, there was no good reason to feel guilty over punching him.
“Just rattled my jaw, made me bite my tongue. Kiss it and make it better?”
“Yeah, I think I already did that. Go rinse out your mouth before you kiss me again.” Ed pushed Envy away, turning so his shoulder rested against the wall.
“At least you’re not telling me to shut up anymore. You say that a lot, you know.”
“Because you talk too much.” Ed felt Envy move and stand. He watched as he moved away, walking languidly across the room in only his trousers. He returned to the living room. When he came back, he had two beer bottles in his hand.
“What’s this?” Ed awkwardly caught the bottle that was tossed to him.
“New Year’s. Can’t usher in the new year without a drink.”
“Like you need an excuse to drink.”
Envy sat down beside him, both of them on the floor. Jazz was still playing in the other room. Envy opened his beer and knocked it back, taking a deep swig. Ed sipped his slowly. British beers had never quite appealed to Ed.
“This flat’s miserable, you know.”
“Works fine for me.”
“I hate it.” Envy stretched out his legs. “Let’s get a nicer one.”
“Since when is this in any way, shape or form your flat?” Why was it that conversation after the sex was always so bizarrely normal? Like this was all normal, like they were two people who wanted to be together?
“Since I moved in and you haven’t kicked me out.”
“You haven’t moved in.”
“My clothes and personal affects beg to differ, Fullmetal.”
“Didn’t you have things you wanted to do?” A low and dangerous blow, but Ed felt pushed to it.
“An opportunity will present itself. Come to me, so to speak. Especially if I’m here.” Envy grinned. “And in the meantime, I’ve got you to keep me company.”
Ed lowered his beer and looked at Envy, watching him as he finished off his beer. He’d always been good at pretending, good at faking. Suddenly, Ed wondered what was real and what wasn’t. How much of what he saw was an act? Envy, from what he could tell, had always worn masks. Maybe Ed wasn’t the only one making excuses for himself.
Or maybe he just really, really needed to believe that there was more to Envy than what he saw.
“Then you’d better start cleaning up after yourself,” Ed said with a sigh.
“I’ll make it my New Year’s resolution.” Envy held up the empty beer bottle. “To a new year.”
Ed stared blankly for a moment, almost suspicious. These strange, surreal moments were somehow the worst.
“A new year,” he repeated, tone resigned. “For better or for worse.”
“Worse,” Envy said, clinking the beer bottles together. “Definitely worse.”
“Screw you,” Ed said, shaking his head.
“All in good time,” Envy assured him, throwing an arm around Ed’s shoulders. “All in good time.”
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Great job! ^^
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Love the Ed/Envy! And Envy when he was supposed to be human :D
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