Pride

Titlelang=EN-US>: Pride.

Fandomlang=EN-US>: Full Metal Alchemist.

Characterslang=EN-US>: Envy, Edward.

Ratinglang=EN-US>: NC-17.

Genrelang=EN-US>: Angst.

Noteslang=EN-US>: Inspired by a long lost quote of mine. XD Yeah, mine. Can you
spell 'egomania'? Not for the faint of heart, includes mentions of Non-Con sex.

Pride.

He likes this. Likes the feeling of cold
skin under his fingertips, like dew-covered grass on early spring mornings.
Likes the taste of hatred made sweat against his tongue, like melting ice cream
on a hot summer afternoon. Likes the scent of fear made anger as it makes him
drunk with glee, like baked cupcakes on late autumn evenings. Likes the sight
of broken pride eroding the last tendrils of self control, like shards of an
old window letting through the chill of a harsh winter night.

He hates this. Hates the feeling of fingers
digging on his skin, like sharp hooks on a rag doll, tearing. Hates the taste
of blood on his tongue, like the disturbing, unwelcome, heat inside him, searing. Hates the scent of arousal not
his own in the air, like the sour aftertaste of lies after a new kill,
consuming. Hates the sight of him
delighted with the stolen remains of his pride, like a thief at midnight,
shameful.

Golden hair spills everywhere, cries
raising as the arching hips move faster. Green hair pools on the floor,
unmoving limbs resisting inertia as their owner bits his lips hard enough to
pierce them through. Golden eyes unfocused and seeing figures overlapping as the
pleasure spikes. Purple eyes focused on unseen horrors made memories as the
humiliation grows.

Edward still breaths... but his mind was
broken so long ago.

Envy died so long ago... but his mind
shatters a bit with every thrust.

Pride
is a joke that will make the stranger within you laugh, sooner or later.

In the darkness of their shared insanity,
beneath shadows made of memories and ghosts brought out of time... Envy's
laughter echoes, and time stands still once more.