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Flames and the One-Night Stand
A fanfiction by Erin Lightning
Chapter II: Flames and the One-Night Stand
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Greed had been tipping a few. And, by tipping a few, one does not mean that the homunculus had had one or two beers. Dear God no, can you say twenty-two? Black hair only hastily slicked back, not even entirely spiked today, and eyes gazing down at the oaken bar beneath him like two rusty bolts, Greed was a total wreck. His tight black leather shirt seemed almost to lessen in luster, and, in the manner he was hunched over, the fabric did nothing to expose his unusually beautifully-shaped muscles.
\"Damn that Envy. Damn the bastard. Waltzes into MY bar and thinks he owns the place. And worse! He manages to actually get me down and…\" His voice was dripping sarcastic hatred, pure and complete loathing for the other homunculi in question. As he spoke the next words, his fist removed itself from the stem of his beer glass, and slammed itself quite hard against the table, turning a deep, steely black as it did so. \"I swear, one of these days I\'m going to get him under my thumb and...\"
From somewhere off in the near distance, a bell rang and the click of a doorknob was heard in the impending darkness. The bar, unlit and un-welcoming, loomed before the newcomer, velvety chairs still up on the hard, polished ash tables, bar vacant now except for a single, frosty glass. The man who stepped in, young and strapping, ran a hand back through his rather spiked and heavily-oiled locks, a sneer perched on his expectant lips. Golden eyes flashed about the empty room, and...
The door behind him slammed with a resounding thud, a hand as pale as a full moon escaping the black shadow of the room, to shoot past the newcomer and make his escape impossible. This was followed by a body, hard like diamond, pressing itself against the younger man\'s spry form, and the hiss of Greed\'s voice as he stepped from beside the man to cuddle against him in an enticing way. \"Hello, Kimbree...\"
\"Greed!\" Kimbree stated, almost shocked, his golden slits widening. When his orbs had adjusted to the deep lack of light surrounding him, and had made their way to the cloudy gray of his partner\'s, he forced a wicked smirk. \"I do hope you weren\'t trying to make me die of a heart-attack. You\'ll have to do better then that, you very well know. I ain\'t no military puppy. Not anymore.\"
Greed returned the smirk, before fastening his cold, unyielding lips to Crimson\'s, hands slipping wantingly up underneath the alchemists\' worn white shirt, the only outfit Kimbree had chosen to wear lately. That and the military\'s pants. Greed had suggested something more suave, had tried to force Kimbree into assorted formal wear, but the Crimson would have no part of that. Black tuxedos made the alchemist look even more desirable, yet he didn’t like the color. White was ugly and cast aside immediately. Greed had even suggested a dress; Kimbree had friend it and shoved it down Greed’s throat, literally.
His lips pulled away and he dragged Zolf Kimbree even closer to him, whispering, \"You\'re not a homunculus, either.\"
Kimbree\'s eyes connected with Greed\'s, and the wicked lure of a taunt slunk into his voice, \"Yeah, well you\'re not immortal.\"
This caused a sharp little sigh from Greed, both of pure pleasure and the anger at the taunt, though it was only a little thing to him. The problem was that his student had learned too well, wasn\'t it? Kimbree knew exactly what words to say and when to say them to get right under Greed\'s skin. He was just like...nevermind that now, there were other things to be accomplished. Other things Greed intended to obtain. Now. His hands gripped tightly around Kimbree\'s bare waist beneath the shirt, and his head dropped lower, tongue rolling out to brush against Crimson\'s neck and force a small purr of pleasure from him.
\"Ah,\" Zolf said, his hands coming up to brush through Greed\'s hair, his cruel mind contemplating the entire while what it might take as an excuse to see the homunculus before him explode into fiery remnants of his former self, to see this tender and ever so ruthless body that clung to him now go up in flames. \"So, this is why you brought me here, is it?\"
Greed cast a glance at the other out of the corner of his eye. \"You catch on pretty damn fast.\"
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\"What\'re you doing here!\"
Edward Elric was famous for finding himself in bad situations. But this one had to take the cake. On this night, just as he had just found himself relocated to the home of his former teacher, Izumi Curtis and had barely escaped his death at a milk-oriented dinner, FullMetal had only been wanting the quiet escape of his room, the one place he and Al could find a sanctuary in a house that was constantly under the watch of a woman who was rather like the Devil Incarnate. Instead, he had escaped right into the claws of Satan himself. Worse yet, Al would be returning to bed any minute!
Envy rolled his teenage shoulders from his perch on the metal end bar of Edward’s bed, one long, slender finger running across the homunculus’ lips, as his tongue snuck from his mouth to brush against it. Deep purple eyes, almost black, glanced over the hand he was currently playing with to where Edward cowered beside the door. Oh, how fun to torture the young boy.
\"I got bored.\"
\"So, you came the hell after me? What do you want? I won’t let you have Al; I-\" Edward’s flesh hand moved to hover over the automail one, his body tensed for what he expected to be a fight. He had never beaten his half-brother yet but…there could be a first time for everything, couldn’t there?
\"I don’t want the metal trash can,\" Envy said, rolling his eyes. \"I just want an uke.\"
Sure enough, the taunt brought the flush of deep cherry red to the other’s face. Fear, embarrassment, uncertainty clouded those beautiful amber eyes that Envy was so jealous of, those eyes that reminded him wickedly of his father, reminded him of the love for the young boy. The love that was wrung from such an immense hatred that Envy had no problem with injuring Edward just for a little pleasure.
\"I-I won’t uke for you!\" snarled Edward. \"G-Get out-\" his body froze against the wall, watching with growing tension as the serpent-like homunculus rolled from the bed, which gave a loud creak, and stalked towards him.
\"Big talk from a shrimpy little alchemist…\" Envy purred, his tongue flicking out of his mouth as a snake’s would, his delicate fingers brushing across it, then running along Edward’s neck, down to uncover his shoulder. \"But do you have the courage to back it up, uke-boy?\"
\"Get off me!\" Edward snapped, his body giving cold shivers as Envy’s hand traced its way down his arm. The unfamiliar feeling of pleasure slid down Ed’s spine, straight down into his pants, giving him such a shock that he gasped, but immediately recovered, a bright flash occurring as his hands flashed, the bright blade appearing from his arm and striking out at Envy.
As always, the homunculus was quicker. With a wicked laugh, Envy launched himself backwards to land once more on the bed. His eyes flashed. \"Well, well, looks like there is some fight in you after all. And here I thought you were the coward your father was.\"
\"I’m. Not. My. Father!\" Ed growled, his feet charging forward, arm swiping in Envy’s direction with every intent of killing the other. Edward’s temper, Envy loved to point out, was very bull-like: get him upset and all Edo can see is red.
And when all you can see is blood red, you make mistakes. Such as the mistake of thinking that he could actually land a hit on the homunculus. As Edward’s blade slashed through the air, Envy flipped over his head, hands landing on Edward’s shoulders and pushing off so that the homunculus landed perfectly on all fours behind the boy.
Edward, set off-balance at Envy’s touch, tripped over himself and tumbled forward…just in time for Envy’s leg to shoot out and knock him entirely off his feet. There was one thing that Edward didn’t notice, however, that factored into Envy’s win as well, and the swell of pride and satisfaction in Envy’s chest couldn’t have brought on a better want for the young boy when it occurred. Seconds before Edward could right himself, he ran out of space in the room, and, with no place to fall flat on his face, his head gave an audible crash and…he flew straight out the window, sending a spray of shattered glass everywhere.
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\"Hm? What was that? Is Ed okay?\" Alphonse stated, setting down the fork on the table, his metallic head turning so that his eyes could drift in the direction of the stairs. There was only so much shoving food into empty armor that one could take, and it tickled when he dropped food down inside of himself. That and, there were indeed some pretty strange noises coming from outside, which Al knew did certainly not belong to simple street cats. And Al was the expert on this sort of thing.
\"Alphonse, shut up and drink your milk!\" snapped Izumi, who probably would have said more but, with no further ado, she began to cough blood all over her dinner plate.
Alphonse sighed. Still, it was better to shove food inside of himself then it was for his teacher to discover the truth behind him and Edward, for he was quite sure the wrath of a PMSing alchemist was at least a million times more frightening then any glass of milk could be.
And Ed could handle himself.
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Or could he?
Edward strained to sit up from the impact, groaning heavily, his entire vision swimming before his eyes. At first, he tried to sit straight up, but when that failed to work, he attempted to simply figure out which part of him was broken, on the lucky chance that is that he actually had some part that wasn’t. He flexed his arms; both worked. He tried his legs; still good. He moved his head; spine was fine. So what the hell was the-
His vision suddenly clear, a scream held itself in the boy’s mouth only seconds before he could utter it. All around him, the deep foliage of his master’s most prized bushes, rosebeds, and the like. And atop him, hands already magnetically attached to the soft skin beneath the black t-shirt Edward wore, one trying with quick and efficient ease to un-zip the Elric boy’s pants, Envy grinned down at him. The sins\' hips were pressed down against Ed\'s, his legs straddling the young alchemist so that Edward had no way of getting up; no way of running. Speaking in a hushed, rapid voice, Envy stated, \"Don\'t worry, Elric. By tomorrow, I\'ll just have been a bad dream.\"
\"This is certainly an interesting turn of events, is it not, Hagane-no-chibi?\" Envy couldn\'t help but asking, seconds before his clawed hands penetrated the soft flesh of the boy’s stomach, before his probing hand, within the skin-tight leather of FullMetal’s pants, found exactly what it was looking for and the boy beneath him finally found the voice within to give up a cry that only made the whole thing even sweeter.
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To be Continued in Chapter III: Wicked Schemes and Broken Dreams