The Fucker, The Fucking and The Fucked
The Fucker, The Fucking and The Fucked
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Title:
The
Fucker, The Fucking and The Fucked.
Character(s):
Greed/Envy.
Beta:
my own.
Rating:
Genre:
drama, WTF?
Warnings:
for the anime, blurred lines regarding consent, virgin!Envy, general WTF-ness.
Feedback:
welcome, please!
Word
Count: 1
828.
Summary:
Sometimes
it’s very hard to tell who’s doing whom, and why.
Author's
Notes:
Not your typical angst-filled Greed/Envy story. I wanted to write a little
piece of pointless smut, but the bastard plot bunny somehow sprouted a plot.
Set pre-series, shortly after Greed was created. This is somewhat a mockery of
my own personal thoughts on the overuse of the word ‘fuck’ as noun, adjective,
adverb, verb and et al in Fanfiction, you know, in order to make it ‘cool’.
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The
Fucker, The Fucking and The Fucked.
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The
Fucker.
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Fuck
you.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>Envy used the
expression often enough, Greed mused, mostly along with a disdainful sneer that
eventually degenerated the pale features into a fierce snarl. The youngest Sin
was fairly certain his older ‘sibling’ had really no idea what the phrase
meant, aside it’s pernicious connotations. And it amused him, greatly, the
notion that Dante’s favorite pet could be so pure. Pure hatred, pure snide remarks, pure vicious words, pure
silly pranks. Vibrant in his hatred, completely blind to everything else.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>It was a crime, in his
eyes, that such a creature, such a delectable
creature at that, remained oblivious to everything but the scorching hatred he
claimed to feel for everything. Greed
had never felt the true extent of Envy’s power, not personally, but he had
and humans, the empty void within his eyes – but never his eyes – the vertiginous speed of the changes, the features that
melted so easily into something completely different, the apathy that never truly left him, even in the depths of his hatred.
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Fuck
you.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>Envy didn’t feel
anything, didn’t consider himself more than a tool for a purpose, a clear
demarked purpose that left space for nothing else but hatred. But Greed was
going to change that, if only for a second. He was going to make Envy drown in
pleasure, in pain; shattering his condescending sneer for once and for all, and
he was going to fucking enjoy it.
Because while he might have been older, Greed was far more resentful than he
would ever be. What Greed wanted, he got; from Dante or the world, it didn’t
really matter at all.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>And among the myriad of
things Greed wanted, he wanted Envy.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>When the opportunity
presented itself on a silver platter, he pounced. Weakened and drained from a
long winded mission Dante had not wanted to tell him about, Envy arrived one
day, stumbling over everything and looking delectably vulnerable to Greed’s
starved face. It was his chance, his moment of glory, and all he had to do was
to lure Envy into a fight. To egg him on with petty jabs that would have him
struggling against something far more stronger than either of them.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>“Get
tried to force him away, “Goddamnit.”
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>There was a frantic touch
to his movements, and Greed relished on it, the hints of panic raising in
Envy’s eyes when his strength failed him.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>“You don’t really mean
that,” Large hands set at either side of his head, fisting on the strangely
colored hair that spilled all over the pillows when Envy tried to move, “Not at
all.”
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>And then he kissed him,
forcing his tongue into his mouth and surprised when it didn’t occur to him to
bite it off. A hand wandered lower, to that bothersome loincloth that had been
torturing for about forever and Greed
grinned wickedly when Envy recoiled from his touch, scalded.
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The
Fucking.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>If he had known it
would come down to this, Envy would have stayed away, as far as possible from
the frightful smile on Greed’s face, and his own incongruent fear. He was not a
coward, damnit, there was nothing
between heaven and earth and hell that could make him afraid. Nothing. He was
above it all, above the struggle of humanity, the frivolous wantings, the
pointless sentiments. He was only a body without a soul, the gaping hole filled
up to the brim with hatred, and nothing else.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>He was not supposed to
arch and writhe, let his rusted senses be overpowered by the long denied
feelings that made the mockery of veins and nerves within him twist over
themselves with want.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>“Like that, don’t ya?”
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>The Gate damn Greed and
his insufferable smile as another gasp was viciously torn off his lips; the
half lidded stare as the youngest Sin stared hungrily at him, patiently waiting
for him to give in completely, to lose control to him and allow him to play
with him as he wished.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>Envy was too much like
Pride to let him, though, and he clung to his notions of hatred and
viciousness, the same structured thinking that had gotten him along the past
few hundred years. He was older, fucking wiser
than a pathetic whining beast that still wanted to be human and Envy vowed that
when he finally gathered his wit around him, Greed would pay. Master’s toy or
not, he would regret the day he had
set his eyes on him.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>The hand holding him
down alternated between flesh and the shield, fingers carelessly petting and
shredding his skin, sending a confusing riot of pain and pleasure dancing up
his spine. His mind stumbled to find any coherent reaction to the situation and
he felt himself losing that precious grip over his body as the torture
continued. His body was Envy’s biggest weapon, his greatest freedom. He owned
it, entirely. What it looked like, what it felt, what it did… the what’s and
the when’s and the how’s, all were his, and only his.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>And it would be a cold
day in hell before he allowed Greed to take that away from him.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>He hated pain. Always
had. From the shadowed memories of the frightening ‘before’, Envy remembered pain. Lacing pain. Terrible pain. Pain
like nothing he had ever felt again, tearing, consuming. The smallest sparks of
pain had always brought back the crushing wave of that pain, the ghost which remained even after his body had mended
itself again. He didn’t like pain, never had, never would, but Greed was
testing him, and that was a weakness Envy was not willing to share with him.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>He gritted his teeth,
flattening himself against the plush surface of the bed, no longer sure if what
was easing Greed’s movements was the putrid smelling lubricant or his own
goddamn mockery of blood. Probably the later, by the way he felt his insides
burn with the slightless change of pressure.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>“Fuck you,” The Shape Shifter spat acidly, his breath leaving him
when those damnable fingers within him hardened into something too much like pain
to be tolerable.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>“Whoopsie,” Greed tried
to look innocent, but all Envy could see was the pointed tip of every teeth,
memorizing that terrifying smile in a vain attempt to ignore his own failure at
remaining stoic, “Seems I’m still a bit too careless with this shield of mine,
aren’t I?”
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>He curled his fingers,
and against better judgment, Envy wailed. His hands clutched the black
shoulders, fruitlessly trying to sink his nails into skin as the slippery
treatment to his insides turned strangely cathartic. Pleasure floored him,
drowning him in a maelstrom of sparks that shouldn’t have felt that fucking
thumb, threatening to swallow him up and spat him back as a shivering mass of
crying fear that wanted to fucking end.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>And then, while he was
busy untangling his nerve endings and telling them to work properly, Greed made
himself at home inside him, and the world fell into pieces.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>“Tight,” Greed hissed
on his ear, suddenly crushing him and making him tear his lip off to shove the
stupid sounds down his throat, “Too fucking tight.”
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>First thrust, second,
third, and then Envy wailed, loud and clear for the world to hear, when Greed
thrust again. He arched off the bed cleanly, coming undone by the sheer
magnitude of the rebellious yearning
of his own body. Arms wrapped around the strong neck, he moaned and cried,
hysterical amidst the sudden outrageous heat pooling within him. He sweated
profusely, clinging to Greed for his dear life as he felt the strings holding
his mind on control snapped one by one under the skillful manipulation of his
tormenter.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>The bottom-line was
that it felt good, better than anything he had felt before, and once he stopped
actively fighting it, once he stopped trying to tear Greed off him, the shield
retracted and it no longer hurt. His
ears pounded, and for a second of ill humored self awareness, he wondered if he
shouldn’t have been named Lust instead.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>By the next second, he
reached climax, and everything else faded to the background. Only he and that
sinful delight that came with completion, the precious second of freedom from
all restrains. He shuddered as he came down the high, slowly, blinking his eyes
and watching Greed above him, still moving, still wanting.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>His eyes were closed,
so he didn’t see the fleeting instant when Envy’s complacent expression washed
away from his face and the familiar hatred coming back with new force. His body
tingled from where it had been touched, and his hair stood on end by the full
weight of the act, the violation to
his most precious possession.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>A second of bliss
wasn’t good enough payment for the control Greed had taken away from him, and
as he felt heat pool in his stomach again – though for very different reasons –
Envy smiled.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>It was not a pretty
smile.
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The
Fucked.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>“Shit,” Greed shuddered
when Envy kissed him, roughly and somewhat clumsily, but very intently. His
tongue curled around his, licking his teeth and filling his mouth with a
coppery taste of blood.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>And then he felt the body
underneath him shift, flesh and bones twisting as it became larger, firmer. The
indeterminate curves and lines that made up Envy turned into something far more
clearer, his hair turned short and his hands filled with calluses. Greed broke
off the kiss when the muscles around him clenched viciously and he felt he was
choking on his own want.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>“Remember me, darling?”
Envy cooed softly, the large grey eyes staring up at Greed contently.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>It took him a second to
realize it was his face, his fucking mortal
face, staring up at him, before he gave a yelp and scrambled off the bed, pale
as a sheet. Envy sat up slowly, wearing the blissful look of a well fucked
whore as he smiled and ran a hand over his chest, smearing the sticky remains
of his own orgasm all over his stolen skin.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>“Greed?” The grin got
considerably larger as the younger Sin made a strangled sound in the back of
his throat, “Fuck you.”
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>Envy cackled like a
hyena while he watched as the terrified Homunculus practically fled the room,
making quite an spectacle of himself. It took him about ten minutes to catch
his breath back, but when he did, he shifted back to his own body and stood
away from the bed. Envy swung his arms lazily, feeling his strength coming back
as he cracked his back, and headed out to look for Greed.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>Now he was in the mood
to really play with his younger
‘sibling’.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>Perhaps teaching him a
lesson or two about control.
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style='font-size:13.0pt;font-family:"Calligraph421 BT"'>Envy smiled.
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Fuck
you.