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Vanitas	By : Lykomancer Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You were in prison for a long time.” The thing in the front seat glanced backward briefly, its fingers drumming along the wheel as they rounded a corner. “Is there anything else you'll need before you get started? Humans have such inconvenient bodies, always getting hungry or tired or needing to leak disgusting fluids... ”
Kimblee's gaze slid from the window and focused on the homunculus, his expression unreadable.
“A celebratory drink?” it offered amiably when no response was immediately forthcoming. “Food, perhaps? Something other than prison slop?” Humans needed to eat almost as much as Gluttony wanted to-- though they tended to be much more discriminating in their tastes.
“Oh?” The corners of Kimblee's thin lips quirked upward, though it wasn't any more a smile than Envy was a human being.“What's this-- the job comes with benefits?”
Envy laughed. “I was instructed to pick you up and accommodate your immediate needs. Nothing more. Of course, the Fuhrer will make sure that you have the personnel and military access you'll require.”
“Of course,” the alchemist echoed, tone dry. He shifted in his seat, giving the homunculus more thoughtful consideration from the shadow of his fedora. Envy didn't take his eyes from the road, but he could feel Kimblee's on the back of his neck. His own lips sheered back off his teeth in an increasingly manic grin as a full silent minute stretched by.
“Accommodating...” Kimblee murmured finally, sounding faintly amused. He leaned forward and steepled his fingers together, elbows on his knees. “Is that so? Well, then... Perhaps I am curious about something. Find a place where there are less people to notice and park the car.”
“Oh?” Envy cooed, peeking over its shoulder. It'd hoped that the alchemist's face would give him a hint as to what he was planning, but those cold eyes held no clues other than acute interest. Some humans were more difficult to predict than others, and this one in particular tended to behave differently than most. “What for?”
“I was in prison for a long time.” Kimblee leaned forward, close enough that Envy could feel the damp heat of his breath on the back of its neck. Disgusting. One slender finger slid along the collar of its uniform slowly then up to toy with close-cut blond hair, and Envy's grip on the steering wheel tightened suddenly in surprise, the car weaving in the lane unsteadily. It swallowed down the powerful urge to strike at the human, its senses momentarily overcome by that single teasing touch, torn between seething revulsion and a crazed, stomach-churning swell of something horribly close to desire, and managed-- somehow-- to correct its driving and stay on the road.
“What's this?” the homunculus barked, masking the swelter of confusing emotions with wide-eyed mockery. Its hands still threatened to shake. “Was it really that bad in there? This is what you want? So lonely! No company! No conversation! No fucking! Is that really what you missed the most about freedom? Poor pathetic human! Hah!”
Kimblee's hand slipped from the nape of his neck around his throat, gripping loosely, and Envy's near-hysterical laughter sputtered and died out as the alchemist snickered agreeably against the shell of its ear. It wasn't a threat. Nothing Kimblee could do-- or more correctly, was likely to do-- was a real threat, and they both knew it.
“No, no. As I said before: I'm curious.” Teeth nipped at its jaw in quick, tiny bites. “So long as you're...accommodating, hm? I can sate my curiosity.”
Envy was familiar with the physical aspects of animal copulation, and though it felt no need to perform the act and felt the whole process to be utterly revolting, it was capable...much as it was capable of mimicking other human behaviors. Kimblee, though, knew damn well that it was not human. He did not expect it to act human. He knew and he touched it anyway, fingers tracing along its borrowed face, his hot tongue curling around its earlobe.
He knew that Envy was not human, but seemed to be willing for the moment to treat it as though it was human enough for lust, human enough for for sexual congress, yet inhuman enough to be treated as a bizarre sexual experiment. Envy held no illusions as to the human's so-called “curiosity”.
Envy snarled under its breath, goosed the gas and spun down a side alley. It didn't notice that it was digging its back against the seat hard enough to warp the springs and steel frame, that it began to push the gas petal down to the floor. Kimblee's thumb pressed against his cheekbone as he encouraged it to cock its head slightly, exposing more of the line of its throat to his mouth. Nimble fingers popped the first button on the high military collar-- a strange sensation, since the clothes were not cloth or wool, but fabricated from the homunculus's own being. Its face was frozen in a psychotic rictus of a grin, livid as curdled milk.
It couldn't kill the alchemist. They needed him. It couldn't kill him. Wrath himself had suggested they use Kimblee for this mission; Wrath was expecting them at Central Headquarters. It couldn't kill this human. Impotent fury shook its body.
That's what that was. Rage, nothing else. It didn't want those human hands pawing at it. The sensation was abhorrent, nauseating. If it could vomit, it would have. Its skin crawled.
It wanted...
It shifted from the gas to the brake so quickly that the car fishtailed violently before it skidded to a halt. Kimblee slammed into the back of its seat, his teeth drawing alchemical sparks as they broke its skin, then bounced back into the rear bench with an audible grunt. His hat see-sawed through the air, light as a feather, down to the floor. Envy was up onto the back of the front seats before Kimblee managed to shake off the surprise of the abrupt stop, leering like a harpy, its bare toes digging into the leather as it shifted into its preferred form.
Kimblee frowned briefly, then shrugged and tipped his head back slightly to look down his nose at the thing calmly, predator-patient. “Just so. Come, then,” he invited, a faint indulgent chuckle vibrating in his throat, belying the almost bored expression on his face.
Envy slithered into his lap with inhuman fluidity, spreading its legs around his hips to keep its enormous weight balanced on its knees. Its teeth snapped shut a hair's breath from the alchemist's lips, provoking absolutely no response other than a small smirk. Array-branded hands curled loosely around its buttocks, thumbs twirling in circles against the peak of its pelvis, then slowly slid upward across the firm planes of its spine and cage of its ribs to the curves of its shoulders. The homunculus leaned back into the touch like a large housecat. The sea of souls within it shrieked.
“Ah, you like this, then?” it asked coyly, shaking its mane of dark hair. Of course he did: this form looked young and beautiful; it was strong, powerful beyond human imagination. Its musculature and bone structure was superficially male, though it lacked the proper genitals. Kimblee did not seem put off by its male-ish appearance. Perhaps he understood that it had no real claim to either gender. Perhaps he just didn't care one way or the other. Either way, the truth of the matter seemed clear: he wanted it. Envy couldn't deny even to itself the rush of pure pleasure that thought gave it. He wanted it.
“Let's see now...” Kimblee mused. “How shall we continue? I'd rather not ruin my nice new suit. So why don't you...” He pushed down on Envy's shoulders. “...get down on the floor? Hmm?” His eyes glittered with malicious good humor.
Envy sneered. “You want me to what? You want me to...? Me, Envy? You expect me to... to--”
“Be accommodating,” Kimblee answered, smiling as he pressed a dry kiss to Envy's lips. “As you offered.”
Its teeth clicked shut on empty air again viciously. A threat. A warning. A promise. Kimblee leaned back, sprawling out comfortably, and waited. He looked prepared to wait all day if he had to. Of course. He was used to that. He'd been waiting for years when patience was all he had.
“T'ch.” Envy jerked his head, sulking. “Let's get this over with, then.” It slipped onto its knees on the floor of the car between the alchemist's thighs.
It could mimic the form of this human almost without thought-- the arch of his brows, the wisps of hair that escaped his ponytail, long-fingered tattooed hands. It could copy most of his mannerisms easily with a few minutes' study. It could convince most other humans that it was human; indeed, it could convince almost anyone that it was this human.
A lie, nothing more. A humiliating, unsatisfying lie.
And it was exquisitely, agonizingly humiliating for it to know that this was perhaps the closest it would ever know to being accepted for itself by a human.
Kimblee watched it fumble with his fly, traces of amusement fading as his gaze narrowed sharply. Envy pulled his attention unwillingly from that intense stare, that keen scrutiny. At least the human was not taunting him now; it didn't think it could stand that, now now, not like this. It nuzzled ungently at the stiff length of flesh that sprang free from the silky white pants and tried to focus only on the mechanics of its actions and not on the horrible musky human scent. It absolutely would not admit that it had no real idea of how to do this. As shameful as the whole thing was, its own ignorance was more embarrassing. It rolled its eyes upward, curled its lip in silent distaste, and opened its mouth.
It was disgusting...but not as disgusting as it had expected. Small favors.
Kimblee sighed softly, sheathing his fingers in Envy's hair. He didn't push at it, or try to hurry it, or tug at the long, springy strands. He seemed content with the homunculus's inept attempt at fellatio, the lack of rhythm, the more than occasional scrape of teeth, its inhumanly cool mouth. He watched in near total silence; the only sounds were the distant murmur of traffic, Envy's attempts to quietly not drool, and his own increasingly heavier breathing. The homunculus growled deep in its throat, and with that Kimblee did put pressure on the back if its head, encouraging it to take more than just the first inch and a half into its mouth. The afternoon sunlight warmed the inside of the parked car. Kimblee's eyes drifted closed for a few seconds, eyes rolling and lashes fluttering in staccato bursts, the muscles in his legs tensing around Envy's shoulders. He made a low, inarticulate noise as he came, blunt fingernails scraping at the homunculus's scalp.
Envy jerked his head back and coughed violently, an infuriated, horrified look on its face. It swiped at the glistening, pearly strings and spatters of semen on its face, and its expression becoming more wildly revolted as the gelatinous stuff stretched and clung in spiderweb filaments. A high-pitched cry trembled on its lips.
Kimblee sighed and pulled a pale lavender handkerchief out of his breast pocket, shaking his head. Envy tried to snatched it from him and began to scrub violently as its face.
“You could have said something!” it snapped, then-- catching the cat-that-got-the-canary smile on the human's face-- added, “It's not fucking funny, damn you!”
“My apologies,” Kimblee said, not sounding the least bit sorry and looking entirely too smug.
“Ugh... Fuck, is it in my hair?” Envy muttered, folding the handkerchief over and over obsessively. “Humans are really nasty creatures, you know that? Really nasty.”
“Yes,” he agreed, then plucked the damp square of silk from its fingers, rolled down the window and tossed it into the gutter. The long loose strands of hair that fell over his face shivered in the breeze. He reached down again, picked up his fedora, and gracefully put it back into place, then cocked his head and smiled at Envy. “Whenever you're ready...?”
Envy clicked its tongue in irritation, but the human had a point. Wrath was going to wonder what was taking so long. Besides, there was no reason to linger. They were quite done here. It pounced from the floor to the seat easily, rocking the car, and pressed nose to nose with Kimblee, meeting that cold, steady stare with his own narrowed violet gaze for a long moment.
“It's always a pleasure working with you folks,” Kimblee said with something close to faux sweetness.
Envy finally found its own grin again, then sprang over the back of the front seat to slip behind the steering wheel once more, falling into its human disguise. It flipped the key and the engine growled.
“Likewise,” it purred.
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