Soliloquy | By : RiekaDeVolka Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Soliloquy.
Pairing/Characters: Edward Elric/Pride!Edward Elric.
Rating: NC-17.
Prompt: Soliloquy.
Word Count: +/- 629.
Notes: For dragonalchemist. I love you, that
is all.
Soliloquy.
"This is very narcissistic of me." The looming figure paused for a
second, before its large, eerie eyes blinked. He was bemused. "Us. Hm, I
think you get the point."
Ed wished he didn't, wished ferverently he didn't and they weren't, but he was,
so he simply stared in terrified awe. Pride smiled, leaning in and planting a
very unwelcome lick at his shoulder, where the scars of automail remained. They
were horrible and almost as disfiguring as the metal had been, once, but now
they only joined flesh to flesh and served to remind Ed of his humanity every
now and then. They weren't very useful at the moment, though, not when his body
was flushed with arousal and there was a bothersome, throbbing heat trapped
between his legs. That reminded him enough of how weak he was.
"I miss the automail, you know? The little sounds at night." The
homunculus pulled back and tilted his head to the side, golden hair creating a
mocking halo around his features. "Of course, I also miss Alphonse and
Mustang, but like with the automail, getting rid of them seemed perfectly sensible
at the time."
There was another lick, this time following the line of tendons in his neck,
his pulse threatening to leave him deaf. Something told Ed he should run, he
should fight. A tiny sliver of himself - just how fragmented was his
consciousness, anyway - fretted loudly at being helpless and doing nothing
about it. The larger part noted despondently he was fucked beyond words, and
that Pride was the lesser of two evils.
At least he wasn't Envy.
"We're not terribly sensible, Ed, had you noticed?"
He swirled his tongue over his skin, tasting salt and Ed, marveling at
the pretty bruises he could create with the simple pressure of his fingertips.
He scratched, rubbed, teased and broke, doing with his hands what his
lips couldn't do. Eloquence had never been a quality either possessed; Ed,
because he was too direct, Pride, because he was, if possible, even more
direct. But then again, few things could be as simple as being naked, hard and together.
"I'm so thankful, Ed, for all you've done for me," Pride's fingers
dug painfully at his thighs, parting them without a ghost of gentleness,
"after all, if you hadn't gone and gotten killed, we wouldn't be here,
having this lovely conversation."
Ed had remained silent until then, shock and fear paralyzing his voice as a
tiny, fluttering butterfly against his throat, but when those familiar, slim
fingers forced themselves inside him, he arched up with a wail. It was a
delicious sight, Pride thought gleefully, before repeating the motion. He
wanted to see if he could get the same reaction again.
He did.
"You should be grateful though, you're here and I'm here,"
Pride pouted, "the only wet blanket's Alphonse, but he was so silly."
He twisted his hand roughly, causing Ed to arch off again. His nails scratched
the sensitive skin of his insides, without any consideration for his abused
sphincter. "Or maybe you do wish he was here? Hm?"
Pride laughed, retrieving his fingers and allowing Ed a moment of rest.
"Ever dreamed about him doing this?"
He forced himself inside with bruising force, and still, Ed could feel every
vein, every line. It was eerie, because those lines and those veins where his
and that cock was certainly his, but it was inside and Pride was looking
down at him with that serene, far off smile that never fooled him. Pain flared
all around him, but he was too busy staring at the monstrosity he had become to
care or feel it. Narcissistic. That was what Pride had called this.
Abomination was a term Ed preferred, personally, but he swallowed down another
sound, caging another butterfly.
When Pride thrusted, breaking the silent contemplations and the thick denial,
Ed laughed, and it was another monologue on its own.
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