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Vergüenza y Venganza	By : RiekaDeVolka Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Vergüenza y Venganza.

Pairing(s):
Ed/Envy,
mentions of Envy/Lust.

Beta: None – I think they ran
away in fright, the poor things.

Rating: NC-17.

Genre: Smut.

Warnings: Eh, heavy language
(Envy’s mighty pissed off), blood, BDSM, non-con, no effort whatsoever to fit
it within canon… hieronymousb friendly? Dear god, you’ve turned yourself into a
warning. XD

Feedback: Very welcome, please!

Word
Count: Exactly
a thousand words.

Summary: He’s got him, pinned
like a fucking butterfly, and there’s nothing he can do, but wait for it to end.
Afterwards… afterwards is a glorious blank page of possibilities.

Author's
Notes: Done
for my drabble requests for Christmas, for, as you can guess, hieronymousb. The
title means “Shame and Vengeance”, which seems very fitting to me. Also, I’m
not taking responsibility for this monster, seriously. I’m leaving the second
part open, because really, we can only imagine what Envy will do in retaliation.
There’s still seven more requests to be taken, details here.

Vergüenza
y Venganza.

This had to be the single most stupid mistake he had ever commited. Possibly
the first mistake he had ever
commited. Envy grinded his teeth as the goddamned brat arched his hips and
realized Lust was never going to let him live this humiliation down. His
shoulder throbbed, where the stupid stone spike had pierced it cleanly, immobilizing
him as the node was brutally activated. Every jerk from the body above him only
served to send even more strain and flare up the grip of pain around his spine.
It fucking hurt, as much as getting a
limb ripped off, but not nearly enough to make him lose a life. Which, in
retrospect, was probably what the brat had planned. It was a pretty damn
brilliant plan, Envy admitted. So goddamn simple that he had to wonder if he
was becoming predictable. But of course, there was the little fact the brat was
still pumping inside him, humping him
like a bloody horn dog and panting wildly. He would need to get rid of him and
out of the stupid array and get the
stupid spike off his shoulder and then, then
he could try to figure out what the fuck had gone wrong.

The sounds were driving him crazy,
too. He’d always considered sex gross, overly complicated and completely
unsatisfying, but now he knew it was annoying as fuck too. The sound of the brat’s cock sliding against his skin, whatever
the hell he was secreting slowly running down to his ass, drying along the way
and leaving him sticky and itchy and couldn’t the fucking brat just be done with it? Around him, the blasted
array hummed quietly, draining him drop by drop, as the red water or blood or
whatever the hell he had in his veins dripped to the ground, creating a puddle
that made yet another bothersome
sound as the brat jerked erratically inside him.

“Change,
now, either make it easier or I’m gonna rip you apart.”

He hadn’t changed at first. He’d be
damned if he ever took orders from the brat, but it had hurt and it hadn’t stopped. The rip inside him was still bleeding,
red still dripping down his ass and into the sodden ground and he wanted to
fucking kill the brat. But then it
had gotten so damn unbearable, and he had been forced to take the small gap in
the array’s seal on his shape shifting power, and goddamnit, Envy wanted to be
done with it already. The motherfucker was enjoying
it too; when he’d plunged into him, not bothering with niceties in the
slightless, he had moaned in delight at the grunt he had managed to rip out of
him. The fucking brat was a goddamn closet sadist,
and Envy would have laughed at it, if he hadn’t discovered it by experience.

The pain wasn’t dimming either. It
wasn’t like Lust was always saying, that the pain clashed with the pleasure;
there was no fucking peak of ecstasy and no stupid frenetic rush of orgasmic
bliss. All her poetic crap about sex was just bullshit, because goddamnit, his
shoulder was killing him, he was still torn and bleeding and he wanted the
fucking brat to stop it. At least he
wasn’t talking. Envy didn’t think he could take the brat talking now, not when
his automail nails were shredding the skin of his chest to nothing, toying with
his right nipple until the poor thing was raw. If Envy had been human, the
encounter would have left him completely disfigured. But he wasn’t, and he
would heal. And once he healed, he was going to make the little bastard regret the
day he had thought up his little sick fantasy.

Suddenly, Envy found his hips lifted,
the thrusts speeding up, and he saw the brat arch his back, moaning reverently.
Then the golden eyes were fixed on him, eerily cold as hatred froze them
completely, staring him down maliciously, and Envy knew it was about to get
worse. It did. A flash of metal, and the stupid blade was lodged right on the
Oroborus, hitting bone and shattering with the strength of the blow.

He howled, he couldn’t help it. He
arched right off, wrenching himself out of the spike violently, crying out as
the world narrowed down to the white hot pain that was fucking eating him alive. And then he felt it,
the sick warmth that spread within, the shudders that wrecked the brat as he
moaned in abandon. He came. The fucking bastard came inside him. Him.

There was nothing pleasant and
certainly nothing erotic about the brat lapping up whatever was on his chest
and between his legs insistently, as if he could erase the marks of what he’d
done. The almost but not quite tenderness of a tongue lapping at an opening he
had been forced to give himself, tasting whatever the fuck was there and
teasing his nerves with such a faint pleasure it was more of an itch than
anything else.

He still wasn’t healing.

And then the brat was gone,
disappearing in the shadows and leaving him there, bleeding and shaking with
fury as the array restrained him. Envy swore he would make the brat never smirk
like that again, ever.

~*~*~

Ed whimpered pathetically. The
stone floor was cold and the ports were the automail had been roughly torn off
were aching. He sat there, helpless like a cripple and wondering what they had
done to Alphonse while he had been unconscious. He had no idea where he was, or
what would happen now. He didn’t even know who had ambushed them in the train,
but he could tell they had been taken maliciously.

A door opened, and the brightness
of the corridor left the young alchemist blind for a second.

“Hello, Pipsqueak,” Envy grinned,
that unnatural large grin that always appeared on Ed’s nightmares late at
night, “Missed me?”

Ed’s scream made Envy’s grin widen.
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