Home feels like

Disclaimer: Own nothing, wish I did but not to be. Maybe someday I’ll be rich and can buy all the great toys to go with my books and dvds.

Warning: YAOI! Of course you knew that, so not really a warning. Very graphic and some violence, bit of non-consensual. Angst, pain, trauma in general. This is long! 70 pages, so be aware. I think I covered all the warnings in the summary, but if you think I missed, one, let me know! I’d hate to traumatize anyone by accident.

This is a whole new area for me. I’m a Roy/Ed girl with erotic scenes, as opposed to just plain hard. Envy is an asshole, so expect it. Oh, and Ed is not his usual fiery self. I figure years of being practically helpless will wear you down a little. I’m quite pleased in general, so please, let me know what you think.

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Ed wandered the streets; it was early and he wasn’t ready to go home yet, even if it was dangerous to be out. Three years and still no way to get home. A deep sigh and he turned to head home; Alfons was waiting, his cough had gotten worse lately and he was having trouble breathing all the time. There was no point thinking about anything other than looking after him right now, even if money was getting low. Another job would be required soon, maybe an accounting one this time.

Loud scuffling from an alley made him turn to look, then he started to continue. Something made him stop to check. He blinked, it couldn’t be. “En, Envy?” The green hair whipped around from his victim. “What are yo… oof!” He was grabbed and dragged into the alley.

His throat was crushed and his back hit the wall. “Pipsqueak! What are you doing here? Where is he?” Slim, delicate looking fingers brushed his cheek but the violet eyes burned with barely restrained violence. The hard hand eased off enough for him to breath.

“Who? Hohenheim? Envy, he died. Last year, he’s gone.” Pressure increased again and the blond fought to breathe.

“What! NO! He can’t be, I followed his scent here, I can feel him, I” The vibrant eyes narrowed. “It’s you, I followed you here. So, if I kill you, I’ll be able to find him.”

“No! He’s gone, I’ll show you the marker. Just leave me alone. Isn’t it bad enough I’m stuck here by myself? Just go away.” A wicked grin split the centuries old boy’s face.

“But, I missed you! Brother, dear, you should let me take care of you. Maybe put you out of your misery. It’s the only thing a loving brother can do.” The bag was spied and grabbed. “What’s this?” Medicine tipped out and spilled to the ground.

“No!” Ed fell to his knees and gathered it frantically. It was expensive and they had little to buy more. This would have to be stretched as it was. They were almost out of food and rent was behind.

“You don’t look sick. Who is it for?” The green – haired boy’s stomach growled and a faint blush rose in his cheeks.

“You need to eat?” He shrugged. “Well, if you promise not to hurt us, I’ll take you home. We have a bit left.” Pink lips were wet; a risk but he couldn’t just leave him here. He was his brother, even if he was psychotic.

“Sure, I won’t kill you tonight. Now, do you believe me?” That crazy smile stretched his lips and showed even teeth. Ed shrugged back at him and led the way. Envy’s hair didn’t attract as much attention he’d thought, no one even looking up. He shot a puzzled glance over his shoulder.

“Why aren’t people staring at your hair?”

“Hmm? My hair? Oh, you can see me, can you? Weird, I usually look like I used to, blond, gold eyes, tall, just like HIM.” He strode along, looking completely unconcerned. “Probably ‘cause you’re from the same place.”

If no one else could see him, then he stood out less that Ed did. He could… “Hey, where are you going after this?” A smooth eyebrow raised and the boy shrugged his shoulders.

“Don’t know, somewhere I suppose. I’m going to find that bastard and kill him. It’s my right, damn it.” There was surprisingly little heat to the words, but it had been a long time, centuries, and three years trapped here, a cold place with little hope and no alchemy, no abilities.

“He’s dead, Envy, gone. You can’t kill him.” The green-haired boy’s stomach growled again. “When was the last time you ate?”

He shrugged. “Not sure, I forget I have to. Damn humans, fucking weak.” He finally looked Ed over. “Got your arm and leg back? No, I see not.” He had noticed the slight hitch to his step and the stiffness his arm was held with. “Ha ha, bet you didn't get your brother back either.” He smirked until Ed’s fist hit his cheek.

“Don’t you ever talk about my brother!” The blond panted slightly, clutching his bag.

“Hey, hey, he’s my brother too.” He laughed from the ground. “Are you taking me home or not?” Ed just shook his head and continued, weaving through the streets, avoiding the officers roaming them, looking for recruits or criminals. Same difference some days, the way they treated them.

A note was tacked to the door and Ed ripped it off without reading it; he already knew what it said. He tossed it on the table and headed straight back to Alfons’ room. “Hey. How do you feel? I got your medicine.”

A weak murmur answered him and the younger blond pushed the blankets off to reach out. Ed took his hand and pressed the tablets into it. “Thank you. Where did you” He started coughing and Ed wiped the blood off his hands.

“Don’t worry about it, ok? Everything is fine. Do you want something for supper? Toast maybe?” The sick boy nodded and Ed backed out, taking the dirty towel with him. He leaned on the closed door and let the headache rule him for a second.

“So. Found your brother’s match, did you? Looks pretty sick in there.” The grin taunted him but he was just too tired. “What’s the note say?”

“Eviction notice. Haven’t paid rent for three months, can barely afford food and medicine; can’t really.” A bitter laugh slipped out. He couldn’t really work, the auto-mail had failed immediately and the limbs he had were stiff and unwieldy. He didn't have the education to do office work and no experience with anything else. “Which is why I brought you here. Come on.” He led the way to the kitchen and started heating some potatoes and toast. “You said you didn’t have anywhere to go. You can stay here if you can bring in enough to pay the rent. And swear you won’t hurt either of us.”

Envy sat at the table, watching him move around the small kitchen. “And why should I do you a favor? You need me more than I need you.” He watched the small frame shake as the mismatched hands pressed into the counter.

His back stiff and his arms locked, Ed gritted his teeth. “Please. I’ll do anything you want, if you help me keep Alfons alive. You said you were my brother, so help me.”

White teeth gleamed and he stood, flowing across the room to press against Ed’s back. “Anything? You’ll be my bitch, do whatever I tell you, if I just bring in enough to pay the rent?”

“Enough to survive. Rent, food, medicine, clothes, everything. No killing, no stealing, and Al doesn’t find out.” Pale lips nuzzled his ear and he cringed away before he could stop himself.

“That’s a lot of conditions, for someone who just said anything. And I can’t even touch you. I don’t think so, sounds like I would get a poor deal.” He started to pull back and Ed whirled in his arms, reaching around and hugging him.

“No! No, I, I can. I can do it, anything you want with me. Just leave Al alone, save him.” Gold eyes shone with tears but he didn't let go. “Please!”

Purple eyes gleamed at him and the old grin that sent shivers down his back appeared. “You got a deal, Pipsqueak. Start earning it.” He nipped at the exposed collar bone and backed up, pulling the short blond with him. A chair was pulled out and he sat, spreading his legs a bit and pushing the former alchemist down to kneel. A shuddering breath and he reached out to tug on the buttons.

The taller boy stretched his arms above his head and leaned back, already hard from power but willing to see if the blond would actually do it. His pants were undone and opened, Ed’s flesh hand wrapping around him. Short nails scrapped from base to tip and violet eyes fluttered closed. The warm hand squeezed gently, moving in a steady rhythm. “Ah ah, come now. Earn it shorty.” He tapped his lips when Ed looked up. Shock flared and Envy laughed. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done it?” Long gold hair shook and he laughed harder.

A long lick down his length brought him up short, a gasp escaping before he could stop it. Another slow glide and the tip was engulfed in heat. Soft sucking and he rolled his hips, encouraging. More slid in, almost half before the boy choked and pulled back. Pale hands gripped his hair, forcing him down again. He desperately relaxed his throat as much as possible, trying to breath through his nose, gasping for air when he was allowed to move back up the shaft. The older boy’s gasps were quickening, his hips moving quickly. One final choked gasp and he came, shooting thick liquid down the abused throat. Some dribbled out the sides of Ed’s mouth and he gagged, choosing to swallow instead of choke. He was released and pulled back, wiping his mouth. Gold eyes glared up at the sated figure, who sprawled comfortably in the chair. “Happy?”

“For the moment. Shall I go and bring you back something, my precious brother? Can’t have me reneging on our deal, now can we?” He stretched and stood, buttoning his pants and brushing the creases out. “I’ll be back in a few hours, make supper. I’ll be sleeping with you tonight and from now on. Be good.” He wiggled his fingers and strutted out, giggling to himself.

‘What have I done?’ Ed sat on the floor, tears sliding down his cheeks while he considered his deal with a devil.

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Alfons’ soft coughing dragged him up and he went to give him some supper. The blond was too weak to feed himself and Ed patiently fed him bit by bit. Medicine was given and he realized even if they stretched it, it wouldn’t last a week. ‘What if he just takes off? We’ll be out with nowhere to go. Al can’t take that, he’ll die.’ The blond spent the evening nursing his friend and worrying over whether Envy would come back. ‘Please, please, please.’ Finally, as it got dark, Al slid into sleep, coughing faintly but no blood. Ed caressed his forehead and left, closing the door softly.

The kitchen was cleaned up and he made his way to his room. Fussing with the blankets only lasted so long and he lay staring at the ceiling. Sleep snuck up on him and he curled into the soft sheets. A step in the room made him open his eyes. “Who? Envy?”

A solid slap to the ass woke him fully. “Who else, Runt? Get up, I’m hungry. I brought some stuff so you can make a real meal.” He turned to go and stopped in the door to look over his shoulder at the stunned boy. “Well? Hurry up.”

“Y… yes! I’m coming.” The blond followed him down only to freeze in the door. Food was spread over the table. He stumbled forward, his hand reaching out to see if it was real. Bread, good bread, cheese, butter, apples, oranges, carrots, peppers, sausages, ground meat, and… “Are these…” He opened the carton to find a half dozen eggs; a finger brushed them as if they would break if he breathed wrong. “Eggs, we haven’t had eggs since” His mouth worked, words failing him. Everything had become so expensive lately, and with no money coming in, they hadn’t had decent food for almost a year.

Envy just smirked, “Hurry up, I’m starving. Feed me and we can go to bed. Don’t forget, you still have to earn this shit.” He flopped in a chair and Ed stared at him.

The blond placed the eggs down gently and walked to stand over his provider. A deep breath and he leaned over to hug the other boy, nestling his nose in the wild hair. “Thank you.” For coming back, for helping me, for helping Al, for not killing us, for not leaving.

The older boy stiffened but let him, then pushed away. “What the fuck are you doing? None of this mushy shit, just feed me.” The blond started moving around the kitchen, digging out pans and started an omelet, sausages, and toast before peeling an orange and coring an apple. Envy started on the fruit and ate as food appeared in front of him. Ed sat and watched him, strangely feeling more at home than he had for years.

Dishes were washed and put away, the green-haired boy groping him while he cleaned. The blond led the way to his room and was promptly shoved down to the bed. His clothes came off in a whirl of activity and Envy’s followed quickly.

A pink tongue touched full lips and Ed examined the figure in front of him. Slim, almost skinny, but the hint of strength was still there, under soft skin. Pale nipples stood out on the white chest, smooth muscle leading to the solid erection jutting out from his thighs. It looked huge before he realized there was no hair; not that it was any smaller but the smooth skin made it appear enormous.

He felt a twitch in his own groin and bit back a groan. That was all he needed, to give Envy more ammunition. “Like what you see?” The laughing tone told him his response was not unnoticed. A bright blush rose in his cheeks and he felt the bed dip to accommodate the extra weight. White hands settled on his hips and pulled him flat so the taller boy could crawl over him. On impulse, he leaned up and licked the chest in front of his face, lapping at a nipple. A faint moan and it was pressed down to him, letting him suck and nibble lightly. His hands moved to hold the smooth sides, running up and down, caressing.

The body above his moved higher, letting his mouth wander lower, nipping at hard muscle and licking soft skin. This wasn’t so bad, it didn't taste gross, at least not yet, and it didn’t hurt. He could do this. His tongue flicked against the base then up the length to lap at the wet tip. His mouth opened and he took half in, moving his tongue to swirl the tip and draw designs on the sides. By the moans, he was doing ok, shouldn’t be long, if the earlier experience was anything to go by. The cock was abruptly pulled away from him and he was pushed back when he tried to follow.

“No, I’m gonna fuck you this time. This is so going to be worth my while.” The taller boy pushed up and settled between his legs, nudging them apart with his own thighs. Ed gasped at the brush of thickness against his ass and tried to pull away. His hips were held in a grip of steel. “What? Change your mind?” Frantic head shaking brushed his hair into his eyes.

“No. Just, it’ll hurt, won’t it?” Envy just shrugged.

“So? Why should I care?” Ed cringed back into the bed and looked away. “Alright, shit. So picky. Don’t budge, got it?” The blond froze and the weight moved off him and soft footsteps could be heard in the hall. He was back in minutes. “Fine, here.” Cool slickness pressed between his legs, circled his entrance briefly before pressing in. He arched in pain and whimpered. The fingers moved a bit and hit a spot that made his hips arch again, in pleasure. It still hurt but the rough fingers pressed the spot again and he saw stars. By the time they had faded, the thickness was back, slick and pressing against him. He stretched and whined, tears running down his cheeks.

When he was fully seated, the older boy waited, his hips twitching slightly but not thrusting. Once the whines faded, he started to move, angling himself against the sweet spot. Soft whines and cries were muffled against a prosthetic arm and he moved faster, harder, slamming into the body under him. He’d meant to hurt but this, this was better; the slender body under him was reaching for him, begging for release. The power was perfect, he decided if his new toy came or not, he decided when. Then the blond tightened around him and Envy came, hard, his yell muffled against a muscled shoulder, his teeth finding purchase and drawing blood. Ed screamed and came, flooding their stomachs with salty wetness.

They lay gasping, Ed wriggling under the weight before subsiding to even breathing. Green hair moved and he smirked. “So glad you liked it. If you don’t want your buddy to find out, you might want to quit that screaming.” No response. “Hey, Pipsqueak, you hear me?” Nothing. He lifted his head to see Ed fast asleep, wet, sticky, and starting to snore softly. Violet eyes rolled and he rolled up to get a cloth. Not that he wanted to clean the Runt up or anything, but he had to sleep there too and didn’t want to sleep wet.

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Ed tried to roll and was stopped by an arm around his waist. Had he spent the night in Alfons’ room again? Sometimes if the coughing was especially bad, he stayed but not in the bed, and, was he naked? Gold eyes flared and he scrambled away to see Envy curl in a ball, shivering in the morning cold. Oh, right. His cheeks flushed when he thought of the previous night but his stomach grumbled, reminding him of the food downstairs. He turned to find clothes and flinched, sore sore sore! Clean clothes were found and he dressed slowly to check on Al and go to make breakfast. A knock on the door drew his attention. He opened it to see the landlady and an officer. Oh shit.

“Umm, I have it, I do, just give me one second.” He backed up, his hands in front of him.

The officer rolled his eyes but nodded. “Quickly, son, don’t have all day.” Ed nodded and raced back to his room.

“Envy! Envy, get up. Where’s the rent? They’re here, they’ll kick us out, where is it?” He shook the older boy vigorously.

The green-haired boy rolled and swatted at him. “Fuck off. It’s in my pocket.” Ed riffled the pants frantically; not there.

“Envy, get up! Where the hell is it?” Envy rolled to his feet, stomped over and dragged the money out of an internal pocket. He threw it at the blond, whipping it hard enough to knock him over.

“There. Now. Fuck. Off.” He stomped back to bed and curled in the blankets.

Ed sat on the floor panting for a second then flew down the stairs. “Here, it’s here.” He had no idea how much was there, but it had to be enough, it was a pretty big stack of bills. The officer watched him count it out into the woman’s hands. Three months back rent and enough left for the next month. She glared suspiciously but took it, including the extra few bills he slipped in while the officer looked away.

“You didn’t steal it, did you, young man?” The officer watched him carefully.

“No, no sir. Found work.” A shaky smile accompanied the words. The man shrugged and gave him a smile before heading off. The blond slumped against the wall as soon as the door was closed. Relief made him limp and he just sat and let his breathing regulate itself.

His stomach called him back to cooking. He got out an egg and scrambled it up for Alfons, making toast and putting a bit of butter on it for him. He inhaled an orange on the way up. “Al? Are you awake?”

Sleepy light brown eyes blinked at him. “What’s going on? Who was at the door?” His eyes lit on the food. “Oh, thank you. I feel much better, I could have come down.” He suddenly bent over in a coughing fit, showing his words for the lies they were.

Ed just smiled and ignored it. “Nothing, just the landlady. Rent you know. Here, got eggs yesterday, and butter. I know how you like that gross stuff.” He grinned when the younger blond laughed. The tray sat in his lap and half the egg disappeared and most of the toast. He waved it away when Ed tried to press him to eat more. They chatted for a bit and Ed brought him his research papers before heading down to fix food for Envy. He had no idea when he would get up but at least he could set things up.

On impulse he stopped to peek in and caught his breath. He had to admit, the boy was good looking and even if he was rough, he had taken the time to make him a bit more comfortable. The boy, was he blond, brunette, or something else completely? was sprawled out, his arms spread wide and his hair in a mess around him. He looked, nice, sweet, like he would never hurt anyone, which Ed knew for a fact was untrue. He’d seen it, FELT it. His head shook as he reminded himself not to turn his back on this particular provider. The door closed softly behind him and a violet eye cracked open.

White skin moved over strong muscle as he stalked his prey. Down the stairs, matching his steps to Ed’s, he slid in the kitchen door on the backswing. The blond hummed to himself as he moved around, setting up sausages and bread, cutting some cheese and fruit. “Runt, what are you doing?” Ed gasped as the knife slipped and sliced his finger open. He whirled to stare at the older boy, ignoring the blood dripping to the floor.

Envy grabbed his hand and put it under water, letting it rinse out before wrapping a towel around it. “I, I was making breakfast. I didn’t know when you would get up, I” His voice faded and he blushed, staring at his hand. He tugged it free and grabbed some bandages from under the sink and started to wrap it awkwardly.

“Still as useless as always. Klutz.” The green-haired boy took the bandages and wrapped the cut quickly. “Don’t bleed on my food, damn it. Your cooking is bad enough as it is.” His hand moved to cup Ed’s ass. “Now, about waking me up this morning. You know, I worked hard to get that for you, now, because you couldn’t let me sleep, you get to make it worth my while to be up. What do you think? Should I fuck you against the counter? Or should you suck me off again?” His tongue curled around the shell of Ed’s ear followed by sharp teeth. The blond gasped and moved against him. “Hmm, feels like you want to fuck. I think you like it rough; turn around and I’ll give it to you.”

Ed’s gasps were fast and shallow. He turned and pressed himself against the counter. His pants were undone and slid down his thighs to catch around his knees. A rattling in the cupboard and he tried to look up but his head was pressed back down, his chest pressed against the cold counter. Cold, slick fingers pressed against him and he cried out at the rough touch stretching sore muscles. His hips jerked and pressed forward then back when the long digits brushed that one spot.

Again they thrust before another was added. The blond tried to hold in the scream but Envy’s mocking laughter told him he failed. His senses focused on the long fingers in him and he whined when they were removed, only to be replaced. Strong hands landed on his hips to pull him up to his tiptoes and a warm chest pressed against his back. The older boy slammed home, thick and hard, and his back arched enough to lift them both off the counter. Oh fuck, that hurt but he was moving against his prostate and slim hips pushed back for more.

Heavy panting accompanied the slap of skin and moans grew until Ed felt a slim hand on his cock and jerked, his control vanishing in a second. The tightening sent Envy after him, his hips moving rapidly, pumping himself into the hard body under him. His head rested on the blond’s back while they remembered how to breathe. He pulled away and slapped the other boy on the ass, making his hips jerk again. “Food, bitch. I’m hungry.” Tanned skin flushed, either in embarrassment or anger, but he still wiped himself off quickly, pulled up his pants and walked stiffly over to start cooking.

Breakfast, more like lunch really, was a silent affair. Ed ate sparingly, planning to save as much as possible for Alfons, but Envy ate like he would never get another meal. “Umm, where did you get the money? There was a lot.”

A slim brow arched. “Does it matter? Will you try to get it back if you don’t like the answer? Not eat?”

Ed swallowed and shook his head slowly. “N... no, I just, was curious. It’s not illegal is it?” He looked down at his plate.

“And if it is?” A smirk met gold eyes when they slid up. “Don’t worry about it, I said I would get enough and I am. Nobody died. Priss.” White teeth nibbled on pink lips before the gold head nodded and he cleared the dishes quietly. “What do you do all day here?”

“Research, Alfons is an expert in rocket science, and we thought maybe I could go home somehow. Otherwise, I mostly look after him and try to make enough to keep us alive.” He blushed and looked away; he’d been failing that pretty spectacularly. The other boy just grunted. “Umm, what about you? You’ve been looking for Ho”

The green-haired boy snarled and shot to his feet. “Don’t say his name! You already got your free pass, don’t push it. That bastard wasn’t supposed to die until I got to kill him.” A heavy fist pounded on the table in anger and Ed’s hands came up in front of himself, just in case. As awful as Hohenheim had been to him and Al, he’d brought Envy back from the dead and left him.

He decided to try and appease him. “Do you want to go see it? It’s not far. We can stop and get some new books too.” Violet eyes rolled and a creepy smile appeared.

“Why don’t you introduce me to your friend instead?” He sidled closer, invading Ed’s space, forcing him backwards. “I’d love to meet him. Bet he’s hot, does he look like our brother?”

Gold eyes narrowed and he pushed back. “Leave him alone. I told you not to talk about Al and you stay away from Alfons. I’ll tell him you’re here but you stay away. That was the deal.” The smile widened and an odd glint appeared in his eyes.

“Yesss, I suppose it was, wasn’t it? So, you have to satisfy me, don’t you?” His hands grabbed the soft skin of Ed’s sides and pinched, hard. Ed choked on the air, pain flashing through his middle. Sharp teeth hit his neck and bit his collarbone. “Bleed for me. I want to see the blood we share on your skin.” His lips fastened on a spot just under his collar, sucking hard enough to leave a mark in seconds. Small pained cries escaped and violet eyes rolled in pleasure. Marks were left down his chest and over his stomach until the belt stopped progress.

An annoyed grunt at being stopped but not willing to let go of the smooth sides, the older young man set his teeth to the sensitive navel and bit, drawing blood and a faint scream. The younger boy bucked and tried not to fight. Blood welled and was licked away. He suckled briefly before standing, clear and calm again. Ed gulped and pushed himself back a little from the fingers brushing his cheek. “It’s a shame, really. You don’t look anything like him. It just wouldn’t be satisfying to kill you. Let’s go.” He turned and walked away, leaving Ed gasping with his shirt undone, bleeding a bit from his stomach.

A few minutes later, Ed followed him out the door, locking it carefully behind him. His clothes were back in place, the small wound bandaged, and his face was blank, hiding his fear as well as he could. What if he really was insane? Could he survive if he attacked him in earnest? He shook it off, too late now. The blond led the way to a small cemetery just outside the city. A tiny stone marker was all he’d been able to scrape together the funds for.

Envy stood and stared, kicking his foot occasionally, inspecting the area carefully. He stalked around the grave and kicked at the marker, deep in thought. “He’s really in there, isn’t he?” It sounded like it had just occurred to him. The blond head nodded but he didn't make a sound. Green hair swayed as he stalked around the marker again before kneeling. He dug a handful and Ed moved to stop him; he couldn’t just stand there and let him dig the man up. A slim hand was held up and the dirt was brought close to his face. He took a breath and closed his eyes. The slim body started to shake and the dirt dropped back. The blond moved forward to touch his shoulder and an iron grip attached to his wrist. “I can smell him. He’s there and I didn’t put him there.” Rage flashed and he dragged his captive down beside him.

Hands wrapped around the younger man’s neck, squeezing lightly, his thumbs forcing the chin up. “I should put you there with him, I really should.” Then he grinned and let go. “But, I think I’ll keep you alive, with me. Would you like that? To be with me forever? You will stay, won’t you?” Honey flowed from his mouth, sweet, addictive, poisoned. “Say you’ll stay, say you’ll be with me forever.” Such sweet words, sliding easily over the vicious tongue.

Ed stared into the crazed eyes and swallowed. “Yes, I’ll stay. As long as you provide, I’ll stay.” The smile stretched impossibly wide and laughter bubbled up, making his shiver.

“You’ll never be free, I’ll own you forever. Did you forget, I won’t die? I’ll just find a way to bring you back and you’ll belong to me. To have and to hold, forever and ever.” He laughed and laughed, mocking the vows meant to be spoken in love. Short nails dug into Ed’s palms and he shook; the arms around him were cold and the future even more so.

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They made their way back, huddled against the freezing wind. Envy was back to as pleasant as he ever was, Ed silent. He shuffled in and went up to check on Al immediately. He was asleep, curled around a book, his water glass empty. It was filled and his book put away. The glasses were taken off and put to the side and Ed just took a minute to look at him. He was so sweet, patient, stubborn, and didn't put up with any of Ed’s crap; so like Al. He sighed and whispered to him. “I sold myself to the devil.”

A snicker made him look behind him. “A devil, huh? Surely I’m not that bad. Better than starving, no?” He sauntered in to lean on Ed and look at his friend. “Pretty. Now, now, I’m not doing anything, am I? Just looking.” He tapped the wrinkled nose. “No need to get jealous. I’ve got you. Come on.” Ed’s eyes closed and his shoulders slumped but he let himself be led out. He was nudged against the wall in the hall and let the older boy lick his ear. “Aww, not going to fight? Don’t pout, it’s no fun.” Solid shoulders shrugged. “Fine. I’m going out. Maybe I won’t come back, huh?” Panicked fingers dug into his shirt. “So you do want me to come back. Better start behaving. I’ll see you later.” One last lick and he was gone, the door slamming behind him. The blond slumped to the floor and cried, sobbing his fear of the deal he’d made, his anger and shame for his weakness, and his disgust with himself for wanting it.

Soft noises from Alfons’ room forced him to his feet, wiping his face. “Hey. How are you feeling? Hungry?”

A sleepy smile greeted him. “Hey yourself. A bit, yeah. Any more eggs?” Hope shone and Ed was thrilled to be able to fulfill it.

He grinned shakily. “Yes, a few. I’ll try to get more tomorrow, ok? Scrambled alright?”

“Yep. Give me a hand here, I want to go down. I’ve been in bed for over a week now.” He pushed himself up and Ed supported him to his feet. They staggered downstairs and Al settled at the table. He waited until the food was ready before asking, “Why were you crying? Was it me?”

Ed dropped his fork and blushed. “No, no it wasn’t. Umm, well, I kinda have a friend and we had a little fight. No big deal. He’s helping out and staying here. It’s ok, he’s nice.” Fib: at least he would be nice to Alfons.

The other blond narrowed his eyes. “A friend? How long have you known him?” He ignored the obvious implications of Ed having a male friend stay with him, as well as the marks on his neck.

“A few years. Don’t worry, it’s ok, we’re fine. I’m sorry we bothered you, I won’t let it happen again.” The blush was fading but he was still uncomfortable not telling the entire truth.

“Ok. If you say so. Don’t worry, you weren’t bothering me, I just don’t like to hear you cry.” They smiled at each other and turned the topic to rockets and the latest fuel formula.

Supper was followed by reading on the couch, Al propped against Ed’s shoulder, sharing a book. He fell asleep and curled around him. Ed petted his hair and missed his brother until he fell asleep himself. The door clicked open and closed and a slim form came into view. “Envy.” It was a whisper so as not to wake Al. “Hey, I made supper, it’s in the ice box. I can heat it up. Help?” He didn't want to leave Al down here but couldn’t carry him.

A brow arched and a smirk appeared. “Stuck, Runt? Thought you didn't want me near him?” He wandered over to look at the pair. “So pretty.”

“Envy, can you carry him to his room? Keep your hands to yourself and I’ll heat something to eat. Come right back, ok?” Al was lifted off with little effort and Ed stood and stretched.

Green hair shook. “Don’t trust me?” A gold brow arched at him and he laughed softly and carried the unconscious boy upstairs. He was back before Ed had the food out, shuffling against his back and nibbling his ear. “Put that down.” His breath was hot in the delicate shell of Ed’s ear and his tongue touched the lobe, sucking lightly. His hands were gentle and delicate on the slim hips, tugging them back to his.

Gold eyes fluttered closed and he leaned back, enjoying the softness while it lasted. Gentle touches aroused him and turned him to face his provider. Soft lips opened and brushed long fingers, sucking them while they moved in and out. The other hand was undoing his shirt and he tensed, remembering the last time Envy had access to his skin. But only hot kisses were pressed to his skin and he arched into them, crying faintly for more. The free hand had managed to get into his pants and was rubbing his erection through his underwear. He finally managed to move his hands, running them over Envy’s sides and chest. He paused at the pale nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and licked at the smooth, pale neck, nibbling teasingly.

He nuzzled and used a hand to arch the boy against him to give access to lick the pert nipple. A low moan and he was pushed to his knees. The other boy’s cock was swollen and dripping already. A long lick and he took it into his mouth, sucking and flicking with his tongue. It moved toward him but his hands were free to control the slender hips and he guided them so he could take the most at the easiest angle. The green-haired boy’s breath came in small gasps, his hands clenching in blond hair until he arched back and came, shooting down the relaxed throat. Ed swallowed the salty fluid and leaned back to look up.

The other boy was grinning down at him sweetly, balancing himself with Ed’s shoulders. He pushed back a bit and sank to his knees in front of him. Soft lips pressed to his neck, sliding along the slope of the shoulder and around to lick at a pink nipple. Ed arched in surprise, this was new. Gasp And nice, very nice. The warm mouth was moving, sliding down his stomach to kiss the bite mark, licking it gently, almost in apology. The blond was urged to his feet to lean against the counter.

His pants slid further down his thighs to expose sensitive flesh to white teeth. He tensed again and waited, only to feel a flick of wet tongue against his tip, gliding into the slit and around the edges. A faint scream escaped before he muffled it against his arm. Strong hands held him in place as he was swallowed almost to the base. He looked down to see violet eyes watching and felt a flick of the tongue and came; his head snapped back and his entire body shook.

He was held up when his legs would have collapsed and kisses were pressed to his thighs and stomach before he was tucked away and his pants done up again. He was oversensitive but appreciated the effort anyway. A shy smile and he turned to get supper ready.

They were both tired and fell asleep immediately. Ed woke in the night to find himself cuddled against the taller boy’s side. He tried to roll away but the bed was just too small. He gave up and lay stiffly until Envy’s arm came around him and dragged him back to his former position.

Morning brought panic; Alfons couldn’t stop coughing blood and was having difficulty breathing around the attacks. Ed stood in the hall torn as to whether he should go for a doctor and trust Envy alone or send the other boy and trust him to bring a decent doctor. “Envy! We need a doctor!” He darted back into the sick boy's room and wiped his hands and face.

A slim hand scratched at green hair. “So? Go get one. Fuck you’re useless.” He peered into the room, watching the small blond tend his friend. “Alright, fuck, I’ll go get one. You better be damn good today, got it?” All tenderness was gone, disappeared just like the cruelty. Ed nodded and helped his friend drink some warm water.

The doctor came and went, leaving medicine and instructions not to let him overexert himself or get upset. There was really nothing he could do, it was too far along. A few months, half a year at the most. The short blond sat in the hall, stunned. He hadn’t realized it was that bad before, Al had always seen the doctor alone and told him he would be fine with medication.

Envy wandered in, a piece of bread in his mouth, and stood over him. Gold eyes looked up at him dully and small hands reached out dutifully to undo the pants. Slim hips moved back out of reach and the older boy sat beside him. “Dying, huh? What’s he got?” He munched away and offered a bite.

Ed nibbled the edge and gave it back. “Exposure to fuel, some got in his lungs. We were hoping the medicine would help get rid of some of it but I guess not.” He leaned his head back and turned a bit to look at the homunculus from the corner of his eye. “Why wouldn’t he tell me?” Slim shoulders shrugged. Tears started and Envy stared at him, frowning a bit, then shuffled over and offered a shoulder awkwardly. The blond buried his face in the soft fabric of his shirt and bawled, soaking it and the white skin beneath.

The tears faded and were replaced by hiccups. A snort and he looked up to see laughter in Envy’s strange eyes. A glare and the laughter became audible. He tried to pull away but a steel hand held him in place while the other boy laughed himself hoarse. The hiccups were still present and Ed was fully aware of how ridiculous he must look, glaring, wet cheeks, red face, and hiccups.

Pale lips crashed down on his neck, forcing his head back. Sharp teeth nicked his pulse and a gasp caught his breath. The free hand slid down his chest, rubbing and petting on its way to its goal. Long fingers wrapped around his soft cock and squeezed, rolling his hips. His flesh hand grabbed and clung to the other’s side, running his nails over soft skin, digging in when the pale hand tightened around him. Ed's warm hand ran over white skin to cup the hard length through his pants, moving a bit to fondle.

Darker fingers ran up and down what they could reach and he removed his hand to try and undo the tight pants. It was awkward with only one hand and the green-haired boy pulled away and glared at him. “What the fuck are you doing? Use your other hand too.”

The blond blushed and put his prosthetic to use. “I didn’t want to hurt you, I don’t have much control. It’s only good for holding things really, and basic movement.” Violet eyes stared then he started laughing again.

“You are such a moron. I knew you were stupid but this, this is really the end. Do you honestly think anything you can do could possibly hurt me? You were helpless before and doubly so now.” Ed started to pull back but hard hands stopped him. “Oh no, finish what you started. You still owe me, remember? And I own you. As long as I provide, I believe you said. So, get to work.” Gold eyes flashed but he finished undoing the pants and shoved them down. He reached out with his replacement arm and gripped tightly, moving harshly against sensitive skin.

Low grunts told of the pleasure he was giving and he could feel himself responding again, even through his anger. A white hand wrapped around him and he glanced up to see a superior smirk. His own hand faltered but Envy’s sped up, taking him along. Laughter was muffled against his neck as he arched and ground his hips up. “Be a good boy. Finish it.” A sharp nip and he was lost, his hands clenching to the rhythm of his orgasm. The green-haired boy gasped and thrust into the tight grip, spraying them with heat.

“You’re such a good bitch.” He patted the blond hair. “I’m hungry. Go make something for supper.” He dropped some bills in Ed’s naked lap and wandered off, straightening his pants. The blond made a choked sound, furious at being treated that way, like a whore.

“You bastard. Fuck you.” The other boy stopped and turned, a brow arched, and stalked back to look down at him.

“What was that? You don’t like it? Perhaps you should provide on your own then, hmm?” He leered down at the half naked young man. Gold eyes glared back up. “Or perhaps, you just wanted me to fuck you, is that it? Disappointed?”

“Fuck you. I made that deal for Alfons and you treat me like this, your whore. Why can’t you just accept what I give you? Why do you have to take the little bit I keep for myself?” The green-haired boy crouched down to look him in the eye. “You should be better to me.” He was nearly crying in frustration and his hands curled into fists, clutching at Envy’s shirt. “I’ll do as you say, but don’t treat me like that. I hate it.”

Violet eyes gleamed and gold widened, realizing what he’d done; the challenge would not go unmet. A white hand fisted in his shirt and lifted him with ease to his feet and above, to dangle against the wall. “Be nicer? I thought you would have figured it out by now; I’m not nice. You bargained your body to me and I will do as I wish with it.” Their noses were even, pressed together hard enough to cause pain. “I own you. You will do as I say because you have to, not because you want to, got it? I will treat you as you deserve.” The blond was dropped and collapsed at his feet. “Go get food, I’m going out tonight and if I go hungry, we will have a” He grinned harshly, “discussion when I get home.”

The former alchemist lay panting until noise from Al’s room made him move, slipping away to get groceries for supper. He cooked and left some on the table and took some to Alfons before retreating to his room to cry. Before he left, Envy appeared at the door but didn't say anything, just looked in and left, closing the door softly behind him.

Muffled steps and a solid thump made Ed roll over and flick on the side lamp. “Envy?” He could just make out the slim form shaking his foot in the pale light.

“Fuck, what was that? Leaving shit in the middle of the floor, you moron.” The boy stomped over, flinging his clothes to the floor. He climbed into bed, pressing tightly to Ed’s back. “Go to sleep. I’m too tired to deal with you tonight.” A white hand brushed blond hair briefly then moved to his cheeks. “What the hell?” Ed’s cheeks burned with embarrassment; he’d cried himself to sleep and his skin was tight from tear tracks. His face was pulled around to allow Envy to examine the damage. He snorted and purple eyes rolled before he got up and stalked off. A wet cloth was wiped over the red cheeks and tossed on the floor. “Idiot. Go to sleep.”

“Yes, Envy.” He tucked his head down and pressed back against the slim body, letting the older boy wrap his arms around him. Green hair fell over his face and fluttered with every breath but it was a hassle to remove it and he watched it until sleep snuck in.

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Ed blushed when he woke to find Envy curled around him, nuzzling his neck. He rolled to face the other boy, breathing in the same air and rubbing their bodies together until Envy woke with a start. Purple eyes stared at him then closed and they pressed together, apologies such as they were traded and accepted. A long slow lick brought Ed to eye level with pale nipples and he nibbled delicately, letting them peak under his tongue.

Both hands moved up to capture pale flesh and his partner writhed under the contrasting touches, one fine and delicate, the other hard and rough. Hips rubbed together, erections pressing and moans escaped. Ed’s tongue was busy, exploring the chest and stomach presented to him. A sharp nip at his shoulder reminded him to move it and he obliged, sliding further down to lap at the swollen head.

Beads of cream trickled down the shaft and were licked up before the entire top half was swallowed. White thighs clamped down on his sides and he bucked against firm muscle. Green hair moved restlessly as its owner fought the restraining hands, bucking up and filling the warm mouth with flesh.

The blond almost choked but relaxed his throat and let the cock slide deep before pulling off to suckle the tip. White hands shoved his head down again and he used his tongue to distract him, giving himself a brief reprieve. His flesh hand grasped the tender sack and kneaded, pressing up as his prosthetic grasped the base of the cock, holding it steady for him to move freely. He bobbed quickly, licking and sucking as his long hair brushed the skin around his hands.

Thick pulsing against his tongue made him moan and rub his groin against the sheets; he was yanked up by his shoulders and rolled to his back. The older boy nipped at his ear and the agile tongue traced designs along the shell. Their chests brushed then pressed, the delicious friction making them both writhe. Long fingers slipped into the blond’s mouth and were sucked quickly before sliding down to explore the tight circle of muscle. One slipped in and harsh panting distracted him from the brief pain, his head filled with the sounds of their lust.

The second digit entered and Ed ripped his mouth away from the collarbone he’d been licking to cry out. He tried to jerk away and was captured by strong hands. A purr against his neck quieted him and the older boy shifted to reach away. His fingers returned, cool and slick in seconds and they were accepted easily. Fast scissoring and a third finger explored, filling him and drawing his hips up frantically. Thick flesh replaced them and he choked on air, his head slamming back and his back arching. Sharp teeth attacked his exposed neck and white hands plucked at his chest.

Slim hips flexed against him, pushing deeper and he squeaked, air fleeing his lungs. Again and again, flexing strongly, pressing deep, and the blond screamed, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. Envy’s laughter rolled over him; different from his usual slightly deranged laughter, this sounded, genuine, real. Gold eyes opened to see violet watching him, a bright grin on his face. He puzzled over it until the next thrust and forgot to.

His erection ached and he tried to free his hands to grab it but they were captured and pressed above his head, leaving him wriggling helplessly, crying for fulfillment. A white hand hovered, teasing him then short nails dragged from the tip to the base. Long fingers wrapped around him and pumped quickly, matching the hard thrusts filling him. Minutes and he was undone, spurting thick fluid onto his stomach, his scream muffled against Envy’s shoulder.

Blood flowed from his own shoulder where the homunculus had bitten him and was lapped up delicately as he came. Thick purring followed the older boy’s orgasm and his neck was nuzzled gently. He pulled away and toweled them down briskly before hopping out of bed and wandering downstairs with instructions to feed him tossed over his shoulder. Ed lay on his back, sated and sore. Was it worth it? Truly?

Perhaps. The gentleness he had been shown had been nice and he was obviously attracted, but it was Envy, insane, dangerous, a killer without a soul. Still, he hadn’t hurt Alfons and hadn’t caused any permanent damage to him, and he did provide as agreed. Shame was a factor; it was another guy and his brother at that, even separated by hundreds of years. Fear as well as anger at himself for his weakness. He was jerked from his musings by a door slamming downstairs, a sure sign Envy wouldn’t wait much longer. The blond sat up and flinched from the pain in his ass and shoulder; his hand brushed the bite and came away bloody. A brief sigh and he got up to walk stiffly to bandage himself up before dressing and heading down to make breakfast.

The idea came to him while he was cooking and trying to ignore the hand on his ass. Maybe, if he could get Envy to care a little, life would be easier. How could he do it though? The older boy had a true hate for humans and Ed in particular, though he thought that had faded with Hohenheim’s death. No point wasting energy hating someone when the reason was gone, right? Wonder what it would take, something he wasn’t used to. Gentleness, caring. It would be easy enough, he wasn’t so bad, no permanent damage, not even all that much temporary really. If he could just encourage more gentleness. His shoulder ached and reminded him of Envy’s particular taste for blood. Though, Ed had to admit to himself that he didn't mind it so much when it was happening, it was the after effects that bugged him.

Well, the time to start is now. He reached behind him and slapped the hand grabbing him. “Stop, it hurts.”

“So? Doesn’t affect me.” He sprawled in his chair, watching the firm ass move in the tight pants.

“It will if I can’t walk. Who’ll cook for you then?” He shot a glance over his shoulder to see Envy smirking at him. Gold eyes rolled. “You’ll go hungry, then you’ll be in a bad mood, be rough with me, and have to wait longer for me to heal.” A slim brow arched at him and a snicker escaped.

“You really think I can’t feed myself? You’ll go hungry, because I won’t bring you anything, or your friend; you’ll both starve. Which might be kinda funny, should we try it?” Ed backpedaled, this was failing rather miserably.

“No, we should not.” He set the bowl on the counter and turned to lean against it. “Please be easier on me, I don’t like to hurt. You know how much I can take, you used to beat the shit out of me all the time.” A wide smirk appeared. “It’s not funny! I have to take care of Al and I… want to cook for you.” He blushed and looked away from the grinning boy. “I like having someone around, to talk to. Al’s sick and can’t spend a lot of time doing things.”

White flashed in the corner of his eye and he turned his head back to see a pale hand brushing hair out of his eyes. “Is the Fullmetal Pipsqueak lonely?” Gold glared up at him. A slightly crazy grin appeared. “Maybe I should spend more time here, then. Of course, then you’ll have to spend it with me, away from your precious Alfons. Would you like that?” Ed just looked away. “Or, I could just kill him for you, then you’d be all mine.”

Blond hair whipped around to face him again. “No! No, don’t.” Violet eyes gleamed, the message clear; beg. “Please, don’t hurt him, you said you wouldn’t.”

“Of course, as long as you do as I say. Which you are not. You whine about how I treat you, about how rough I am. We’ve already had this conversation. Behave yourself and I will keep my part of the bargain.” Purring in his ear sent shivers down Ed’s back. Hard fingers pressed into the dent at his hipbones. “Now, I want you. I’ll even, in light of our conversation, give you a choice. You can bend over the counter or kneel for me. See? I can be reasonable.” He licked the pulse, tasting the pounding of the boy’s heart.

Ed panted lightly, his eyes fluttering, and pressed up against the hard body. “Can I make a request?”

“You are just determined to push it today aren’t you? Fine, make your request so I can deny it.” Violet eyes watched him with mocking amusement.

The blond pushed a bit, nudging his provider backwards to his chair and climbed into his lap, straddling his waist. “Can we do it like this?” He shifted his hips to rub against the hardness he could already feel pressing his half hard member.

Half lidded eyes looked up at him and up faint laughter drifted to his ears. “You really do want it, don’t you? My little whore. Sure, why not? Strip for me, I want to see you.” He leaned back and folded his hands, waiting. Ed slid back and stood in front of him. He blushed and started on his buttons, undoing them slowly, letting the fabric fall open to expose his skin bit by bit. To take it off, he ran his hands from the hem to the collar, opening it to show a flushed chest. He shrugged, rolling his shoulders and the muscle down his torso to make the shirt drop to his feet.

White teeth nibbled his lip when he peeked at Envy, his hands fidgeting in front of his stomach. He moved to his pants, undoing the buttons quickly and tugging them down, stepping out and kicking them to the side. Socks disappeared with the pants and he stood in his boxers. The frank appraisal of amethyst eyes made him blush but a wave drew shaking hands to his waist and he peeled the last bit of cloth from his body. He stood in the cool air, shivering faintly, not entirely from cold.

Violet eyes commanded him forward and pale hands gripped his hips, pulling him to straddle the other’s lap. His hips moved on their own to press close; he swallowed nervously. Envy was entirely too passive. “Go ahead. You wanted to, so hurry up. You can have it if you’re willing to take it.” Enticing words, mocking him. Gold eyes peered around the kitchen and spotted the oil on the counter. He hopped up and scooted over to get it and back to curl his legs around the slim waist.

An obstacle there; he had no idea what to do next. Envy just leaned back and watched him, laughing silently, letting him struggle and Ed knew if he asked for help, it wouldn’t be his choice any longer. Maybe, just maybe he had a point. If he wanted something, he had to take it.

He wet his fingers cautiously and trailed them over his body, touching himself lightly. They trailed to his cock and stroked a couple of times before moving on, past his sack to the small pucker. He pressed lightly, rubbing around the edges. The muscles relaxed and a fingertip slid in. A twinge of pain and he pulled back to wet his fingers again. It was easier this time, and he managed an entire finger before stopping to adjust. It moved a bit, stroking in and out and he wiggled it to try and find the spot Envy always hit, adding another in hopes of finding it faster. White hands settled on his hips and moved him. The bottle of oil dropped to the floor as he wrapped his free arm around slender shoulders. The fingers inside shifted and he muffled a scream against the other’s neck, biting hard enough to mark.

He was pushed back to lean against the table edge, his body stretched out. A long arm reached down and wiped some oil from the floor while the other hand undid tight pants. Envy was hard, reaching towards Ed in anticipation. His breath caught and refused to come out as the older boy pushed into him, pulling him down steadily. The dark body tensed, tightened around the intruder and he whimpered softly. The hands retreated and he opened his eyes to see Envy panting at him but with his hands pulled back behind his head again.

Tanned hands moved to rest on the white chest for balance and he shifted back and forth, then up and down a little. On the third stroke, he found it and arched into Envy, crying for him. Violet eyes closed and slim hips moved under him, teasing and shifting his weight. Ed leaned forward and whispered, “Please, now, help me, please!” Triumph flared but he no longer cared, desperate for release. Strong hands gripped his hips and drove him down quickly, thrusting strongly. His back was pressed until their chests brushed, exciting and teasing with pleasure, Ed’s cock between them, rubbed by sweat dampened skin.

Gentle lips nibbled his ear, licking and massaging until the boy was trembling on the edge, begging with each breath. A sharp nip and a hard thrust and he fell, sobbing his release. Envy continued to thrust, shoving himself deep. The teeth moved to the injured shoulder and Ed shifted away, giving him the other. A light bite scrapped the edges of teeth over drawn skin and a small section was chosen for abuse. Mismatched hands flexed on the slender shoulders as the patch was sucked hard, almost hard enough to draw blood, and Envy slammed into him once more, pulsing deep inside.

The blond nuzzled and curled around his partner, petting lightly. Hair was ruffled gently and cool breaths blew it around. Ed laughed lightly, leaning back a little to look down. Violet eyes looked up softly for a second before they changed, turning back to their usual mocking coolness. Hope, maybe there was hope.

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Alfons hadn’t moved since morning and showed no signs of budging. At least he’d stopped coughing; the medicine they could now afford held the worse off. Supper was made and forced into him before the older man went back to feed the oldest. Envy was tired and crabby, snapping at anything. He’d come home with bruises the night before and been in a bad mood since. A rough night hadn’t helped and Ed was determined there wouldn’t be a repeat.

He had teased gently, light touching and brushing of skin, deliberate choice of words. Seemingly to no avail. The green-haired boy sat staring out the window after eating, his plate forgotten beside him. Ed snuck up beside him and stood, waiting for acknowledgement that was not forthcoming. He finally lost patience and shoved the slim shoulder back to make room for himself and plopped down in the open lap.

His mouth moved immediately to the sensitive spot behind the older’s ear, licking before nibbling delicately at the shell and sucking the lobe. Passion flared from the embers Ed had fanned all day. He found his hands pinned at his sides by a long arm and his neck ravaged by sharp teeth and a wet tongue. A free hand explored his ass and thighs, drawing moans and soft cries when sharp nails dug in. His flesh hand yanked free and tangled in wild hair.

He pushed the boy’s head back, forcing him to look up. “No blood.” Violet eyes stared at him but he refused to back down. A grudging smile and he freed his grasp on the hair to be shoved to the floor. He had barely gotten himself up to sitting and Envy was back from the kitchen, his fingers already wet and gleaming. The blond panted at the sight and fumbled with his pants, tangling his fingers with the belt and buttons.

They ripped at the waist and he shoved them down and spread his legs. Slick fingers wound down his torso followed by a wet tongue lapping at his skin. He writhed, crying for the pressure he knew was coming. His entrance was nudged, the fingers brushing it until he lifted his hips. They both slid in, stretching him wide and his head fell back, offering free access to his body.

His hands gripped smooth shoulders, fingers digging deeply. A faint gasp and he was engulfed in heat, his hips bucking frantically. The older boy pulled away, wiping his mouth, and Ed’s mouth opened helplessly to accept the member that nudged his lips. He sucked hard, flicking his tongue at the head and winding it around the ridge. More was pressed in and he took as much as he could from the awkward angle, pushing at the slim hips when he was at his limit. Surprisingly, pressure stopped and moved back to pump slowly. White hands were cupping him and fondling his balls; his moans were muffled but vibrated down the cock in his mouth.

It was pulled away with a groan and his legs spread wide to accommodate white hips. The blond stared up into violet eyes as he was filled; he couldn’t break contact and knew everything was open to be read. Desire, want, acceptance, the edge of fear that never quite disappeared. Green hair flowed around his face as Envy leaned down to press their noses together.

Ed thought he might kiss him but they stayed that way, noses touching, hips moving, sharing the same air filled with soft cries. The blond couldn’t wait anymore; his partner’s stomach was brushing his erection and his prostate was hit with each thrust. He tensed and leaned up to press their cheeks together and wrap mismatched arms around the slender chest; whispered “Don’t leave, stay with me.” His eyes crossed when he came, breathy cries moving the wild hair.

The homunculus followed him, nuzzling his neck and licking his ear. Ed refused to let go, making Envy lay with him and hug him for a few minutes. It was tolerated but he finally pushed away and was released without a fuss. The green-haired boy lay on his back, arms over his head. “You know you belong to me.” Ed looked over at him in confusion. “I don’t leave my things behind.” The blond rolled and put a hand on his stomach and then his head when he wasn’t smacked. A faint smiled ghosted across his face; he’d attach him yet.

Months passed quickly, Alfons getting worse, Envy getting to be more, well, Ed wasn’t sure what he was getting to be. The sex was still fairly rough but he brought things for Ed. Like eggs every few days, chocolate a few times, fresh vegetables and fish when he could get it. He even brought him extra paper when he noticed they were running low. Any thanks were brushed away with the excuse that he liked those things too, even if he never used them.

Ed shared his presents with Al until he couldn’t take them anymore. He was too weak to eat much other than broths and softened bread and coughed constantly. The medicine had stopped working at all and they only brought home painkillers now. The older blond spent most of his days rubbing his back and washing his face, making sure there were plenty of towels and trying to coax food into him. Envy was the epitome of graciousness, moving a cot into the room with the provision Ed either come to him in the evenings before he went out or after he came home. On occasion, he slept there with him, but complained that the coughing kept him up.

The blond was stubborn, refusing to leave the sickbed. He stayed for hours at a time, watching his friend sleep, feeding him patiently, cleaning up after him when he was sick, reading, talking. Anything to keep his distracted. One morning, the coughing had stopped. Envy dragged him away from the bedside for the doctor to come in and pronounce the blond dead. He had to be pinned against the wall until he would calm, sobs wracking the small frame. The doctor left him sedatives, which Envy forced down his throat.