Selfish Intentions

Title: Selfish Intentions
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: NC-17
Betas: Leighanna_F
Word Count: 2,108
Pairing(s): Greed/Winry, hints of Ed/Winry
Summary: Winry knows she shouldn’t enjoy having sex with a homunculus but she always wants more from Greed. Takes place after the anime but before the movie. This was written for the LJ community, fma_fuh_q.
Warnings: Crack pairing, angst, possible spoilers for the end of the series
Notes: I only had one beta for this story so I would appreciate it if I received constructive criticism or another beta for this. Any comment is fine though.

I shouldn’t be here; I shouldn’t let a sin against nature touch me like this; nibbling my neck, pinching and pulling my hard nipples and grinding his hips against me. Edward should be touching me like this, not a monstrosity that’s named after a sin. I feel dirty, like one of his whores. I know this shouldn’t feel good but I want more. I want more of his words and his touch. I’m ashamed of myself to actually like the feeling of this. I’m only a teenager not even eighteen yet and here I am letting a man whose possibly older then my own grandmother feel me up.

I wish Ed was the one touching me, not Greed. I miss him dearly but he’s gone. I really can’t say if he’s dead or not. I have faith that Ed will return someday but I just don’t know when. After Alphonse went to go training with Izumi, I went on my own to go training to be a better mechanic. I only came across Greed on the way to Rush Valley. He offered me to stay at his place so that I will have somewhere to go after training.

Ed told me stories of the homunculus who kidnapped Al, ended up being betrayed by one of his own comrades and had his bar raided. Ed managed to get Al out but had no clue on to what happened to the homunculus. I just didn’t think it would be this man until he told me his name and when I finally saw his left hand.

I was scared, having no idea what to do. I was living with a homunculus, one of the creatures that threatened Ed and Al’s life. I attempted running away several times, that was a dumb idea. His chimeras caught me so easily every time. Using brute force was useless against him; his impenetrable shield would only block my pathetic hits. I knew if he and his comrades could live through a military raid once then there was no point to contacting them. I’m stuck here and this is my new home now. I’m fortunate that he allows me to write to Granny and Sheska as long as I don’t give hints of me being trapped here.

Granted, despite him being a homunculus and me being kept under tight surveillance, I’m given excellent food, beautiful clothes and have an amazing job. I suppose I shouldn’t complain but I feel distraught when thinking of my family over at Resembool. I defiantly know Ed wouldn’t enjoy the idea of me living with a homunculus. That is if he ever would come back. I even wonder what Al would think. I know he wouldn’t agree with it either if his memory returned to him. My grandmother would be disappointed if she found out what I was really doing, same for Sheska.

I hate admitting it but I’ve come to like the attention he gives me. Even if he decides to give at a wrong time like right now when I was working. He certainly has much experience when it comes to sex. He knows all the spots that I like and knows exactly how to make me writhe. But I wish he would just get this over with, I had work to do. As much as I’ve come to like foreplay, I can only take so much. I finally find words after minutes of incessant teasing.

“Stop teasing and do it already.”

He only chuckles with a low tone; he knows I hate it when he doesn’t get to the point. He moves one hand down and sensually rubs my swollen clit, possibly to shut me up. I bite my lower lip, trying to hold back a moan. It feels good, too good perhaps. His breathe was warm against my neck, and his warm but rough hands worked quickly on me. I can feel his imprisoned erection pressing up against me, I’m surprised his pants haven’t torn or busted open yet. As he works his hand on my clit, he uses his other arm to keep me pinned to him by wrapping it around my torso. I try to arch when he discovers a tender spot that makes me melt but no avail. I repress another moan as he rubs harder; stroking that spot I liked the most.

I gasp, I’m almost there. I can’t hold it in anymore, this felt so wonderful. A few more simple lovely strokes and I’ll be there. I can feel it approaching, my breathing starts to hasten, my hands are desperately clutching to whatever they can hold, and Greed’s hand moves fast on my hard clit. He loosens his other arm a little when I approach my orgasm. I shutter, twitch and arch my back as I come hard. I nearly scream but bite my lip again to not make so much noise. I can feel my cunt leaking down fluids on my thighs. It may have been a quickie but it was a wonderful one.

The feeling of disgrace came back to me shortly after my spasms ended. I always felt like a whore after every orgasm he gave me, I know that I shouldn’t be writhing for a monster like him but I just did. I’ve done it many times for the months I have been here. But I knew this wasn’t over yet, he needed his fill now. I needed to deal with my hang-ups after the last part of this act.

He turns me around and wraps his mouth around mine. His mouth always tastes like heavy alcohol and cigarettes. That was something I had to get used to, I hated it so much at first. I couldn’t stand cigarette smell or the bitter taste of whiskey; I would nearly gag when he would so much as breathe on my face. I suppose I gotten used to that after our seventh or eighth sexual act. His tongue wraps around mine as our lips mash together. His lips are strangely soft against mine as his tongue is warm and it moves quickly with mine. I loved the feel of it; the bitter taste makes it almost worth it.

I bring my hand down to his crotch; his cock was absolutely rock hard right now under his leather pants. I can understand why he wanted me to come so quickly. I’m not complaining; I’d like to get this done quick. I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants; his cock springs free from its prison. It’s heavy with need and desire, the head is a bright crimson red as it weeps pre-come from the tip. He grunts with a low tone as I caress his cock, wiping the pre-come all around the throbbing shaft. It feels soft, firm, and warm on my fingertips. I could make him come from this; I haven’t seen him this turned on in a while. I can’t believe I’m getting turned on by this too. I recover almost as quickly as he would after sex. He keeps his vest and shirt on and lets his pants fall to the ground.

He kisses me one more time before lifting my legs and pinning me to the nearby wall. My pussy is dripping, I want this so bad right now and so does he. He positions himself to where his cock is just outside my entrance. He pushes in swiftly, I writhe and wail. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. He uses his arms and wraps them around me to help support and carry me. I can feel him thrusting deep into my sopping cunt, his cock is huge, I can’t nearly stand it but it felt fantastic. As long as he wouldn’t be so rough, I would enjoy this. He pauses his thrusting after hearing my wails and pleads and starts chuckling. I know what he’s about to say too but I wish he wouldn’t. He always ruins the moment when he says it.

“So, do you still think the shrimp can do better then me?”

Oh how I hated that stupid question with every fiber of my body. I still remember that day so clearly in my head. I had an argument with Greed before my first time having sex with him. I told him that Ed would be a better lover then him, that Ed would provide more for me and treat like a women and not a slut. I told him that I would never writhe for a monster like him. That shortly changed after a while. Looking back on that, I wish that I didn’t say it. Now I’m reminded of it. Being reminded of my shame, of how much of a whore I act like for a stranger then for someone I loved since childhood. I didn’t answer; I never could answer this question. But I knew if I didn’t answer, he would ask again, again and again until his question was solved.

“Well?”

He rams into me deep to emphasize the point, I shriek but don’t say anything. I’m scared of what I might say and what his response could be. He only smirks back at me, waiting for the answer. He rams in again and all I can do is howl at the pain he was causing me. It hurt; I hated it when he was too rough. I had to answer this time otherwise he’d continue his cruel brutal thrusts. I couldn’t stand the bruises he gave me anymore. I finally break after one more thrust he gives me, I quietly and painfully whimper out.

“N-no…”

“Say it louder.”

“No. N-Not anymore...”

He only grins and begins to be more gentle with me. I felt so ashamed and disgusted with myself to even think to say that. I bring my head to his shoulder to hide my face from his. I couldn’t bear to look at him. While I was relieved that I was no longer hurting, I felt ashamed. My breathing begins speeding up again as I feel my second orgasm coming. I can tell he’s approaching his own as his thrusts become more uneven and faster. I dig my nails into his fur vest and bite down onto one of his shoulder nodes. He gasps at the contact and I feel his hot come shooting into me. I bite down more as my orgasm finally comes shortly after his. I tighten my grip on his body and shutter violently as he does the same.

It’s done, it’s finally done for now. I start quietly weeping with shame, staining the fur on his vest with my tears. He only strokes my hair, gives me a quick peck on the cheek and lets me down on the cold hard floor. All I do is kneel and sob silently. He pulls up his pants and pets my hair affectionately again. I want to avoid his touch, but I still want it all the same.

My wet and blurry eyesight scanned around the floor. I had left some of my tools and supplies lying around. I almost couldn’t find the strength to even lift my eyes to look at Greed. Somehow I managed, though. When I blinked, the tears that stayed in my eyes fell and I could see a little more clearly. He was at the door, about to leave.

I wanted to say something to him. But I had no idea what to. Instead, I just stayed quiet and watched him open the door. The lump in my throat was threatening to make me burst into bawling wails. I wanted to cry, but I stayed silent.

When Greed turned his head to look at me, I put my head down and pretended that I wasn’t looking at him. I felt so stupid. Though, bringing just my gaze up slightly, I could see him through my hair. He stood in the doorway just looking at me for what felt like an eternity. Why wouldn’t he leave or say what it was he wanted? I was ready to burst.

“Get dressed and clean up in here,” he said coldly before slamming the door.

Once he was gone, my face hardened and I could feel my tears, hot and salty, flow down my face like twin water falls. Then I collapsed onto the floor, and buried my face into my folded arms, letting myself cry hard. It hurt me to, but Greed hurt me, too.

My wails were loud, but I didn’t care. I needed a good, long cry.

Edward.

Where are you?

The End