Unravelled

Title: Unravelled
Pairing: Lust/Hand
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none, just solo
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Disclaimer: Don\'t own FMA, ain\'t profiting. S\'all good.


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Lust was a creature, a woman, of great honor; reserved, poised and elegant even while feeling the warmth of human blood dripping down her fingers. Being killed by her was a gift, to be sure. She was precise in her duties, wielding her deadly lances with accuracy and purpose, unlike the clumsiness of her brothers.

Their failing was letting their inherent needs get the better of them, overtake them. Gluttony’s insatiable hunger was always pacified one way or another. Wrath, although living in the public eye, had been known to release his namesake’s fury in the confines of Father’s lair on more than one occasion and none of them even batted an eye, (nevermind the rumors that surfaced around the country every few years of violence against his own wife. They were always quelled with the accuracy you’d expect from such a powerful regime, but the underlying feeling never fully died). Sloth had been working on the same task for well over a century, Greed’s own overpowering nature was so strong, it got him killed by the very man that made him, and Envy and Pride? They were both loose cannons and that was putting it lightly.

But Lust? She was expected to control herself. To behave. She was expected to carry herself with dignity, to control her urges lest they get the better of her. It helped that she had no interest in her brothers, disgusting creatures that they were, and that consorting with humans was below her as well. Even when needing to seduce men for her master’s purposes, she never gave them what she knew they wanted, preferring instead to promise and tease.

No human was worthy of her, but holding back drove her mad.


While on the one hand, she was proud of her abilities, of being able to reign in her urges, but on the other, it wasn’t fair. Father indulged everyone but her! Why make a creature called Lust and give it no worthy avenue to release its desires? She did have more of a handle on them than her siblings, but eventually she overflowed, rose bursting at the seams.

Every now and then, those seams needed to be unravelled, soothed and mended again

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It wasn’t often that she was without Gluttony, but this particular mission Father had bestowed upon her warranted it. She vaguely missed his puppy-like presence when on her own; his company was more tolerable than the others and she found that if there were any mishaps, he could take care of things very well on his own, protecting her with obsessive loyalty. She really did prefer to not dirty her hands unless absolutely necessary and he was more than happy to keep her from doing so. After all, it usually meant he got to eat.

This particular mission was to shadow a certain Lieutenant in Wrath’s military. The “Fuhrer” suspected this soldier’s commanding officer was digging too close to the truth and they needed some reconnaissance before making their move. Envy was much better at this of course, but he was tied up elsewhere. Something about a Prince… she didn’t care.

Stretched out along the rooftops at night across from a quaint outdoor cafe, she watched the Lieutenant clumsily attempt to court a young brunette he’d arranged to meet there. She could tell even from her distance that it was not going very well and knew from watching exactly how to get close to the man; clearly, he was going to continue being single after the night was through.

What a boringly easy mission. Getting under the skin of involved men was so much more fun; it posed much more of a challenge.


She sighed her boredom and laid back to gaze at the stars. No matter how long she lived, she found she never really grew tired of them. Infinite in number, they seemed full of promise, but after all this time, just what they promised evaded her. Was it “hope”? How amusing, there was no such thing.

The breeze blew lightly across her skin as she gazed and she became more and more aware of the creeping feeling within her; the familiar burn of arousal, the tightness of hardening nipples.

She was used to suppressing and ignoring this feeling, constant as it was, but she didn’t need to now. She was alone and her mission was basically finished. Over the course of the day, following the blond man, she had gathered enough intelligence about his personality and situation to wrap him around her deadly fingers with ease. Not that she really needed it; her appearance alone was enough to seize most men, but the extra boost helped.

A quick look around her surroundings told her that she was very much alone. The moon was but a sliver and she was cloaked in the shadow of an adjacent building, shielded from the light of the street below. She was basically invisible unless someone really looked and the probability of that was low.

She sighed and shifted slightly, running her hand lazily over the slight bump of her nipple through her “dress”, the dress she could command with a mere thought. It had been a long time since she’d been able to release herself. She would normally take it quickly and be done with it for the time being, purely utilitarian rather than pleasure, but there was no need for such a rush now; she could savor herself.

The never ending heat between her legs increased to a pound as she teased her nipples to full hardness. She let the lance of her pointer finger grow to a short nail and lightly scratched the circle of the ouroborous mark on her chest, sending a shiver down her spine straight to her clitoris. She ran her fingers along the edge of her nipples and melted the top of her dress into her skin, revealing the smooth whiteness of her breasts to the night air.

With a pleased sigh she kneaded them, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. She could feel the wetness increasing between her lips and thighs and she slowly rubbed them together, applying pressure slightly and teasing herself to madness.

Clenching and releasing her thighs, teasing her nipples and her sensitive, red homunculus mark made her arousal so strong it ached. It hurt. Her lips throbbed and her clitoris burned and it felt amazing and cathartic. Lust, desire and wanton need, spilled forth from her senses and she arched her back into the touch of her own hands as she ran them down her flat stomach, melting the rest of her dress away. The long tresses of her hair tickled the exposed flesh of her back and she spread her legs to her hands as they traveled the length of her body to the place she needed them most.

She ran the tip of her tongue along her slightly upturned lips has her fingers caressed the crease of her thighs, dipping steadily closer to the heat of her pussy, massaging her sensitive flesh until she could no longer stand to not touch herself.

She dipped a slender finger into her abundant wetness and quickly circled it over the hard, slick nub of the most sensitive part of her body, breathing a deep and shaky sigh of relief. The heels of her boots scratched along the rooftop as she spread her legs wide and dug their points into the shingles for support against the steep slope of the roof.

Her body responded quickly and hungrily to her touch. Her finger ran quick circles over her clitoris and she raised her hips to the feeling, lifting them completely off the roof, rolling and rocking them upwards as she breathed in quick, sharp breaths.

As the sensations peaked, the burning need to be filled and stretched did as well, and she sated it with the fingers of her free hand, sinking two inside herself and enjoying the feel of her inner muscles clenching and relaxing.

Her mind was becoming muddled and she moved on autopilot, sliding over her clitoris with just the right amount of pressure and speed to make her legs twitch and her breath hitch in the way she needed them to.

She curled her fingers inside of herself and slid in and out slowly in time with the rolling of her hips. The world could have crashed down around her and she would not have noticed, lost in the rolling waves of her firing nerves. Sound was drowned by her panting breath and stifled whimpers, sight blocked out by her clenched shut eyelids. All that was registered was the rhythmic release of her muscles, the slickness of her flesh and the cool breeze across her exposed body.

She neared her inevitable orgasm feverishly and backed off, slamming her hips back down to the roof. She stroked herself slower and lighter as she arched her back and attempted to gain control, wanting to drag out the delicious feeling for as long as possible. She knew that the longer she waited, the more powerful it would be for her at the end.

She eased her fingers out of her body and brought them to her mouth, wrapping her tongue around their wetness and savoring the warm taste of her arousal. It brought her waning tempo back up to a dull roar and she quickened the pace over her clitoris once more, bucking her hips quickly up to the touch.

Fingers cleaned, she teased her nipples with them once more and brought one of her abundant breasts to her lips where the warmth of her tongue could tease it more effectively. The feeling of her teeth scraping over her nipple, her tongue flicking back and forth, and sucking its hardness into her mouth sent her over the edge with a groan that was buried into the soft mound of her breast.

She bucked wildly into her hand, her pussy pounding and clenching as she lightly tapped her sensitive flesh until it was too much to bear and she collapsed, legs falling open languidly, arms falling to her sides, eyes rolling and lids fluttering in the haze of her fading orgasm.

She slowly came back to her senses, panting breath, sparks in her vision dying, and heard the faint woosh of flight above her head. She cracked open her eyes just in time to see a smallish, brown-mottled owl settle upon one of the many pipes protruding from the rooftop. She paid it no mind, even when it spoke.

“Excellent show,” Envy said, his genderless voice filled with amusement. She regarded the bird with her token half lidded gaze, but said nothing. It was usually an expression of her boredom, but this time the haziness of her eyes spoke of something else entirely. She didn’t bother to cover her nakedness; she was too tired and she wasn’t the blushing, modest type anyway.

If owls could smirk, this one would have.

Envy let his two, large, orange eyes obviously rake over her slightly pinked and sweat-sheened figure spread decadently over the rooftop. He thought it a much more impressive sight up close than from his vantage point in the air a few minutes prior.

“Father wanted me to tell you to report back. I hope you actually did your job instead of messing around on the rooftops,” he teased with a rather vocal sneer.

Lust ignored her sibling and let her dress reform before standing. She hesitated a moment, staring down at the café below her and at the half empty table of the second lieutenant she had been tailing all day, before turning and ascending the roof’s slope to the other side of the building

Envy flapped his wings and shifted on his clawed feet, “Hey! Don’t tell me that guy turned you on!”, he cackled behind her before transforming smoothly to his usual body.

“Don’t you ever stop talking?” she asked after a moment, toneless and uninterested. She could feel the perpetual heat growing between her legs once again before she jumped silently off the rooftop and into the back alleyway below, ever unsatisfied.

This time, Envy could smirk.