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Fic: Bright Young Things Chapter IV
Title: Bright Young Things, Chapter IV
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Envy/Ed
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,004
Spoilers: Full series
Author's Notes: AU, post-series
Warnings: Recreational drug useage, public sex
Summary: Thrown together by either random chance or something more sinister, Envy and Ed struggle in dealing with one another, an unfamiliar country, and the cruel designs that keep them tied together.
Chapter I, Chapter II
Chapter III
Spring in London was wet, foggy and cold. Though Ed was of the mind that everything in London was wet, foggy and cold. Especially near the water. At least the cold kept down the smell from the docks - in the summer it could be unbearable. And the walk home from work took Ed right by them.
He supposed, if he felt like risking his neck, he could ask his un-asked-for flat mate to drive him to and from work. But he had no desire to get into an automobile with him. Even sober, he drove like a man possessed.
Wiping damp bangs out of his eyes, Ed checked his mailbox and trudged up the front steps to his flat. He wasn’t looking forward to making dinner - the rain was getting to him. He was wet and stiff and he thought a cold was coming on.
“I’m home.”
Not that he needed to announce it. Who else would be coming into the flat? He took off his coat and hung it - beside the raccoon coat that was now a permanent fixture - and turned.
“Did you get mail?”
Envy was in a chair - not the couch, where he usually was - reading what looked like a letter. There was a torn envelope on the coffee table. Who would be sending him mail? And why would it come to Ed’s flat?
“Nope.” Envy’s eyes never left what he was reading. “You got mail.”
“You’re reading my mail now? Do you have even the smallest grasp of privacy?” Ed groaned. Of course Envy didn’t. Was it really that surprising that he’d open and read….
The ramifications of Envy reading his mail hit him then and there. There was precious little mail that came to the flat. A few advertisements, a catalogue or two, a handful of scientific publications… and the occasional letter from Hohenheim.
“Can you shut up? I’m trying to read.”
“Give me my mail.”
Icy fear gripped Ed in a way it hadn’t for weeks. He felt something akin to that first wave of terror that Envy had brought with him. That letter had to be from Hohenheim. And on the envelope would be the German address where he could be found. Envy hadn’t had to find Hohenheim, he’d only needed to wait. For a letter, a phone call….
So that was why the bastard had never left.
“When I’m done.”
“Give it to me now.” Ed was frozen, a sick feeling rising in his throat. That letter, that letter was all that Envy needed. Ed had kept the bastard here to keep him away from Hohenheim! How could he have been so stupid!
“Oh calm down.” Envy set the letter down and raised his eyebrows. “It isn’t like that’s going to somehow change the fact that I read it. It’s boring tripe anyway - I wasted ten whole minutes I could have used to read a burlesque mag.”
“Just give me the letter. And the envelope.”
“I’ve already copied over the address.” Envy tossed the letter down onto the coffee table. “Put your coat back on, we’re going out.”
“What?” Envy had a way of doing that, of changing the subject rapidly and throwing Ed off.
“We’re going out.” Envy was on his feet, seemingly no longer paying attention to the letter. He was pulling his pistol out of the drawer he kept it in.
“And why do you need that?”
“You never know when you’re gonna piss off the wrong person.”
Ed bit his tongue, wanting to comment that Envy probably pissed off the wrong people all the time. He had no idea what the sin had in mind, and Ed knew he should be worried, but….
“I don’t feel like going out.”
“You think I’m luring you out to shoot you?” Envy laughed. “If I wanted you dead, Fullmetal, you’d be dead.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Aw, and here I thought we’d bonded.” Envy was putting on his coat, the gun tucked away into it. “Put on your coat. I’m hungry and I’m sick and tired of your cooking. We’re getting carry away.”
“I’m not getting into that death trap you drive with you.”
“Then we’ll walk.” The fedora was on now, tipped down rakishly. Envy looked like some sort of gentleman gambler. Rakish, reckless and mysterious. And it was probably a carefully honed image.
“Fine.” Ed didn’t want to argue. He wanted to know what the hell Envy intended to do, now that he had Hohenheim’s home address. He shrugged his damp coat back on, feeling as though he had little choice. He felt like that far too often.
It was still drizzling as they walked along the quiet London streets. Grey clouds hung low in the sky, the stars and moon obscured completely. The only light was from the harsh streetlamps and the windows above.
“Where did you want to go for food?” Ed finally asked, feeling as though the silence was pressing him down into the cement.
“I don’t care. Let’s get some of that Oriental food. That’s cheap.”
“Fine. There’s a little place around the block.” Ed didn’t care much at all where they ate. He wasn’t feeling hungry. He was feeling sick and afraid - the feelings hadn’t gone away. He watched Envy’s back and felt a surge of them.
No matter how complacent things had been, Envy was still a killer. He was a soulless, cold-blooded killer. It didn’t matter that he laughed when he listened to the radio shows, that he teased and joked when he’d been drinking, that he was warm in bed at night. Those things didn’t matter, and Ed had been a fool for letting his guard down even once.
A sin with a pretty face was still a sin.
Nothing more was said until food had been found. Little wooden baskets full of noodles and rice and seasoned meat.
“There’s a park up ahead. Let’s eat there.” Envy apparently didn’t want to eat inside.
“It’s wet out,” Ed protested, but weakly. There was no protesting when it came to Envy. But the park was wet, the bench cold as Ed sat down. Envy was already seated, balancing a container of rice drenched in sauce on his knees.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re wondering why I’m not on a train to Munich right now.” Envy was grinning.
“Yeah, I guess I am.” But he wasn’t. Envy liked to play games, he liked to taunt. He wanted to gloat.
“I’ll get there eventually. I still have some things I want to do around here.”
“Yeah, you live such a fulfilling life here.” He couldn’t bite his tongue then. Envy did nothing but drink and smoke and gamble.
“Oh, I’ve got a few projects.” A rope of hashish appeared from somewhere in Envy’s coat and was lit. The harsh smell hit Ed heavily.
“At least you’re not doing it in the flat,” he grumbled.
“It’s a dump anyway. Here, take a hit.” The hashish rope was offered, and Ed waved it away.
“Oh come on, you liked it the other night.”
“I didn’t want to smoke any, but I had to breathe.” Apparently, no further information was forthcoming. But maybe….
“Alright, fine.” Ed took the rope and inhaled gently, fighting a coughing fit before passing it back. It was worse taking it like that, straight from the rope. “So what’s so important you’ve got to hang around here for?”
“You.”
Ed blinked, and then laughed. What other reaction could he have. “Me?”
“I’m not done with you.”
“What the hell are you not done doing? Annoying me?”
“Now, now, Ed. You know you’ve still got something I want.” Envy grinned again, a predatory curving of lips. The meaning hit home and Ed flushed and looked away, uncomfortable. That.
It wasn’t that Ed was a prude. It wasn’t even that he didn’t enjoy the bedroom play - that rarely actually took place in the bedroom. He didn’t like that it was Envy, but it was still sex. It wasn’t bad, even when they were fighting and drawing blood. There was probably something wrong with that, but that was how it was.
But it had still never gone beyond sex-play. Fondling, pressing against one another, mouths… that was all. There was nothing further, no…consummation. Which was the way Ed wanted it. He wasn’t going to do that. Not with Envy. He was, in a certain since, a virgin. Oh, he’d been out with girls now and again, and they’d kissed and cuddled and he’d felt up his share of sweaters….
“Shocked into silence?”
“Shut up.”
“Your favorite phrase.” Envy slid down the bench, leaning close and closing his teeth over Ed’s earlobe.
“Knock it off.” He squirmed, turning his head away. But Envy didn’t. His hands were creeping along Ed’s thigh, his teeth nibbling at Ed’s neck. And Ed‘s body was responding, stirring to the now-familiar touches. “Come on, we’re right out in the open, stop it.”
“Worried someone will see us?” But Envy did back off, and took another haul off the rope. It was nearly gone now, the smoke spreading out in the misty air.
“Yeah, I am.”
“I’ve got my gun.”
“And a rope of dope. I don’t trust your aim.” Damn it, he was supposed to be keeping his guard up. And here he was, teasing and joking with the son of a bitch.
“Fine. We can wait. But it’d be a thrill to do it out here.”
“That’s a thrill I can live without.”
Ed sighed and looked away, out over the damp London park. Everything had a grayer than usual cast, heavy and damp and oppressive. Envy was back, his lips on Ed’s neck, persistent. His hand on Ed’s thigh, creeping ever-higher. And Ed didn’t push him away this time, he didn’t have the strength. And Envy’s lips on his skin felt so good, hot in the cold night air.
He didn’t understand. One moment Envy was cruel and calculating, cutting into him with his words and his eyes. The next he was flirtatious, friendly, cordial. And Ed never knew what was Envy, or if any of it was. All he knew was that he couldn’t push Envy away when the other man crushed the rope of hash under his foot and sank to his knees on the wet London grass, between his legs.
He needed to do something. He needed to change this. He couldn’t live like this, this strange surreal sort of life Envy had brought with him. He couldn’t do this. The fights, the jokes, the sex, the… blow jobs in the middle of a public park. Because now Envy was unbuttoning his trousers, stroking him to hardness, grinning wickedly up at him. And Ed knew that look. It was cruel and dominating, a constant reminder that Ed wasn’t in charge.
Even as Envy took him into his mouth, making Ed hard and breathless, he was in control. And Ed knew he could do nothing. He’d wanted to keep Envy around to control him, keep an eye on him, and all the while it had been Envy pulling the strings.
How stupid could Ed have really been? How stupid was he, to tangle his hands in Envy’s hair and thrust into his mouth and moan until he came….
Envy licked his lips, still grinning. He sat on his heels, his hands on Ed’s thighs, his eyes glinting dangerously.
“If you give the bastard any warning,” Envy hissed, “I’ll kill you. You don’t need to be alive for me to get what I want.”
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Envy/Ed
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,004
Spoilers: Full series
Author's Notes: AU, post-series
Warnings: Recreational drug useage, public sex
Summary: Thrown together by either random chance or something more sinister, Envy and Ed struggle in dealing with one another, an unfamiliar country, and the cruel designs that keep them tied together.
Chapter I, Chapter II
Chapter III
Spring in London was wet, foggy and cold. Though Ed was of the mind that everything in London was wet, foggy and cold. Especially near the water. At least the cold kept down the smell from the docks - in the summer it could be unbearable. And the walk home from work took Ed right by them.
He supposed, if he felt like risking his neck, he could ask his un-asked-for flat mate to drive him to and from work. But he had no desire to get into an automobile with him. Even sober, he drove like a man possessed.
Wiping damp bangs out of his eyes, Ed checked his mailbox and trudged up the front steps to his flat. He wasn’t looking forward to making dinner - the rain was getting to him. He was wet and stiff and he thought a cold was coming on.
“I’m home.”
Not that he needed to announce it. Who else would be coming into the flat? He took off his coat and hung it - beside the raccoon coat that was now a permanent fixture - and turned.
“Did you get mail?”
Envy was in a chair - not the couch, where he usually was - reading what looked like a letter. There was a torn envelope on the coffee table. Who would be sending him mail? And why would it come to Ed’s flat?
“Nope.” Envy’s eyes never left what he was reading. “You got mail.”
“You’re reading my mail now? Do you have even the smallest grasp of privacy?” Ed groaned. Of course Envy didn’t. Was it really that surprising that he’d open and read….
The ramifications of Envy reading his mail hit him then and there. There was precious little mail that came to the flat. A few advertisements, a catalogue or two, a handful of scientific publications… and the occasional letter from Hohenheim.
“Can you shut up? I’m trying to read.”
“Give me my mail.”
Icy fear gripped Ed in a way it hadn’t for weeks. He felt something akin to that first wave of terror that Envy had brought with him. That letter had to be from Hohenheim. And on the envelope would be the German address where he could be found. Envy hadn’t had to find Hohenheim, he’d only needed to wait. For a letter, a phone call….
So that was why the bastard had never left.
“When I’m done.”
“Give it to me now.” Ed was frozen, a sick feeling rising in his throat. That letter, that letter was all that Envy needed. Ed had kept the bastard here to keep him away from Hohenheim! How could he have been so stupid!
“Oh calm down.” Envy set the letter down and raised his eyebrows. “It isn’t like that’s going to somehow change the fact that I read it. It’s boring tripe anyway - I wasted ten whole minutes I could have used to read a burlesque mag.”
“Just give me the letter. And the envelope.”
“I’ve already copied over the address.” Envy tossed the letter down onto the coffee table. “Put your coat back on, we’re going out.”
“What?” Envy had a way of doing that, of changing the subject rapidly and throwing Ed off.
“We’re going out.” Envy was on his feet, seemingly no longer paying attention to the letter. He was pulling his pistol out of the drawer he kept it in.
“And why do you need that?”
“You never know when you’re gonna piss off the wrong person.”
Ed bit his tongue, wanting to comment that Envy probably pissed off the wrong people all the time. He had no idea what the sin had in mind, and Ed knew he should be worried, but….
“I don’t feel like going out.”
“You think I’m luring you out to shoot you?” Envy laughed. “If I wanted you dead, Fullmetal, you’d be dead.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Aw, and here I thought we’d bonded.” Envy was putting on his coat, the gun tucked away into it. “Put on your coat. I’m hungry and I’m sick and tired of your cooking. We’re getting carry away.”
“I’m not getting into that death trap you drive with you.”
“Then we’ll walk.” The fedora was on now, tipped down rakishly. Envy looked like some sort of gentleman gambler. Rakish, reckless and mysterious. And it was probably a carefully honed image.
“Fine.” Ed didn’t want to argue. He wanted to know what the hell Envy intended to do, now that he had Hohenheim’s home address. He shrugged his damp coat back on, feeling as though he had little choice. He felt like that far too often.
It was still drizzling as they walked along the quiet London streets. Grey clouds hung low in the sky, the stars and moon obscured completely. The only light was from the harsh streetlamps and the windows above.
“Where did you want to go for food?” Ed finally asked, feeling as though the silence was pressing him down into the cement.
“I don’t care. Let’s get some of that Oriental food. That’s cheap.”
“Fine. There’s a little place around the block.” Ed didn’t care much at all where they ate. He wasn’t feeling hungry. He was feeling sick and afraid - the feelings hadn’t gone away. He watched Envy’s back and felt a surge of them.
No matter how complacent things had been, Envy was still a killer. He was a soulless, cold-blooded killer. It didn’t matter that he laughed when he listened to the radio shows, that he teased and joked when he’d been drinking, that he was warm in bed at night. Those things didn’t matter, and Ed had been a fool for letting his guard down even once.
A sin with a pretty face was still a sin.
Nothing more was said until food had been found. Little wooden baskets full of noodles and rice and seasoned meat.
“There’s a park up ahead. Let’s eat there.” Envy apparently didn’t want to eat inside.
“It’s wet out,” Ed protested, but weakly. There was no protesting when it came to Envy. But the park was wet, the bench cold as Ed sat down. Envy was already seated, balancing a container of rice drenched in sauce on his knees.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re wondering why I’m not on a train to Munich right now.” Envy was grinning.
“Yeah, I guess I am.” But he wasn’t. Envy liked to play games, he liked to taunt. He wanted to gloat.
“I’ll get there eventually. I still have some things I want to do around here.”
“Yeah, you live such a fulfilling life here.” He couldn’t bite his tongue then. Envy did nothing but drink and smoke and gamble.
“Oh, I’ve got a few projects.” A rope of hashish appeared from somewhere in Envy’s coat and was lit. The harsh smell hit Ed heavily.
“At least you’re not doing it in the flat,” he grumbled.
“It’s a dump anyway. Here, take a hit.” The hashish rope was offered, and Ed waved it away.
“Oh come on, you liked it the other night.”
“I didn’t want to smoke any, but I had to breathe.” Apparently, no further information was forthcoming. But maybe….
“Alright, fine.” Ed took the rope and inhaled gently, fighting a coughing fit before passing it back. It was worse taking it like that, straight from the rope. “So what’s so important you’ve got to hang around here for?”
“You.”
Ed blinked, and then laughed. What other reaction could he have. “Me?”
“I’m not done with you.”
“What the hell are you not done doing? Annoying me?”
“Now, now, Ed. You know you’ve still got something I want.” Envy grinned again, a predatory curving of lips. The meaning hit home and Ed flushed and looked away, uncomfortable. That.
It wasn’t that Ed was a prude. It wasn’t even that he didn’t enjoy the bedroom play - that rarely actually took place in the bedroom. He didn’t like that it was Envy, but it was still sex. It wasn’t bad, even when they were fighting and drawing blood. There was probably something wrong with that, but that was how it was.
But it had still never gone beyond sex-play. Fondling, pressing against one another, mouths… that was all. There was nothing further, no…consummation. Which was the way Ed wanted it. He wasn’t going to do that. Not with Envy. He was, in a certain since, a virgin. Oh, he’d been out with girls now and again, and they’d kissed and cuddled and he’d felt up his share of sweaters….
“Shocked into silence?”
“Shut up.”
“Your favorite phrase.” Envy slid down the bench, leaning close and closing his teeth over Ed’s earlobe.
“Knock it off.” He squirmed, turning his head away. But Envy didn’t. His hands were creeping along Ed’s thigh, his teeth nibbling at Ed’s neck. And Ed‘s body was responding, stirring to the now-familiar touches. “Come on, we’re right out in the open, stop it.”
“Worried someone will see us?” But Envy did back off, and took another haul off the rope. It was nearly gone now, the smoke spreading out in the misty air.
“Yeah, I am.”
“I’ve got my gun.”
“And a rope of dope. I don’t trust your aim.” Damn it, he was supposed to be keeping his guard up. And here he was, teasing and joking with the son of a bitch.
“Fine. We can wait. But it’d be a thrill to do it out here.”
“That’s a thrill I can live without.”
Ed sighed and looked away, out over the damp London park. Everything had a grayer than usual cast, heavy and damp and oppressive. Envy was back, his lips on Ed’s neck, persistent. His hand on Ed’s thigh, creeping ever-higher. And Ed didn’t push him away this time, he didn’t have the strength. And Envy’s lips on his skin felt so good, hot in the cold night air.
He didn’t understand. One moment Envy was cruel and calculating, cutting into him with his words and his eyes. The next he was flirtatious, friendly, cordial. And Ed never knew what was Envy, or if any of it was. All he knew was that he couldn’t push Envy away when the other man crushed the rope of hash under his foot and sank to his knees on the wet London grass, between his legs.
He needed to do something. He needed to change this. He couldn’t live like this, this strange surreal sort of life Envy had brought with him. He couldn’t do this. The fights, the jokes, the sex, the… blow jobs in the middle of a public park. Because now Envy was unbuttoning his trousers, stroking him to hardness, grinning wickedly up at him. And Ed knew that look. It was cruel and dominating, a constant reminder that Ed wasn’t in charge.
Even as Envy took him into his mouth, making Ed hard and breathless, he was in control. And Ed knew he could do nothing. He’d wanted to keep Envy around to control him, keep an eye on him, and all the while it had been Envy pulling the strings.
How stupid could Ed have really been? How stupid was he, to tangle his hands in Envy’s hair and thrust into his mouth and moan until he came….
Envy licked his lips, still grinning. He sat on his heels, his hands on Ed’s thighs, his eyes glinting dangerously.
“If you give the bastard any warning,” Envy hissed, “I’ll kill you. You don’t need to be alive for me to get what I want.”