Sweet Dreams

His eyes had focused on the white lace curtains… how dirty they were, how torn. But they were what he saw, not the filthy peeling wallpaper or splintering wooden furniture, or the tarnished bronze eyes that were watching him so closely. Lights blared outside the window; pressed red hot against the insides of Edward Elric’s clenched eyes. His fingers, sweat-slick flesh and scuffed metal clutched, strangled the off-white sheets as his spine curved into an arc. His clothes gripped his body while dots of sweat traced wonky lines along the curves and dips of his face, his neck, his collar bone. He shuddered as a soft pink tongue fallowed the slick path, teeth nipping so faintly here and there.

The walls were to thin for him to moan, his stomach and throat clenched to tight, besides, the sound snared there might just have been a sob, or at least, he hoped that’s what it was.

“Who would have thought this would be what undoes you…” purred the poising-honey voice that shouldn’t have passed those sweet lips.

“S-stop it,” Edward chocked, his neck snapping up violently as his hard gold eyes glared at the sweet smiling face of his little brother.

“Hn, but you don’t want me too, you’d be fighting harder if you did,” said the cruel, misplaced voice, while a smile all to dark curved those soft, wet lips. Ed struggled once more, kicking and squirming with all the strength that had left him hours ago.

“Bastard, get the hell off,” Ed hissed through clenched teeth, sweat-slick limbs sliding against the damp, thin sheets. A laugh that could never belong to Alphonse poured from his mouth like a wave of thick heavy smoke, cutting of Edward’s breath. Without another word, that soft wet little mouth was running down his neck again, biting and licking, mixing sharp spikes of pain with blurry pleasure. “Aah…s-stop…” Ed whimpered, “Envy, stop!” He rolled his body up hard, attempting to knock the other away.

“Do you miss these eyes, Edward? Miss the body your own foolish mistake took away from you? It’s your fault your little brother is how he is, and not as he should be…” Envy wrestled Ed down, pinning him harshly to the bed and smiling at him like a demonic Cheshire cat. “It’s your fault he’s not like this…” Envy rocked slowly, deliberately against Ed, letting him feel every muscle and warm stretch of flesh on his body. Well, not his body, as it was molded into the form Alphonse would have grown into, if not for…

“You look guilty, Edward,” Envy said in a mockingly sweet tone, “Do you like it to much?”

“Go to hell,” he hissed breathlessly, unable to hold those tarnished bronze eyes for more then a few seconds. He gasped suddenly as a hand dove between his legs, warm little fingers coiling around the hard member between his legs. He bit his tongue hard, clamping his legs shut, although moments later they were just shoved roughly apart. The taste of his own blood made him dizzy. He coughed as the bitter copper taste slithered down his throat, coughed so hard that he couldn’t breath. Envy merely laughed, the sounds echoing off the splintered thoughts circling through Edward’s head. The little hand rubbing so eagerly at his cock felt so good it hurt, made him want to choke to death on his own dirty blood.

“Watch me,” Envy snarled into his ear, pausing to bite down roughly, tug the skin between his teeth. Edward’s throat felt raw as the smallest whimper crawled across his bloody tongue. “Come on Edward, I know you want to see your brother well again, and you can, he’s right here…” Envy laughed cruelly, leaning down to trace Edward’s lips with his tongue. Edward growled weakly, his body heavy and shaking with resented pleasure.

“No one is here Edward, no one will know if you just… give in…. I can feel how much you like it…” Envy gave Ed’s cock a long, deliberate stroke, breathing heavily into his ear. Edward’s throat was too raw and sore to close, to keep the fluttering, weak little moan.

“Envy… Envy… please… stop…. Envy…” he chanted, his body giving weak jolts that were everything he could manage, all he had left to try and escape with. He yelped in pain as he was struck in the chest, pain drumming through him in a steady pulse as his spine pressed flat to the mattress. Envy smiled like a Cheshire cat, crawling down Edward's body while the pain held him still. Glass littered Edward’s chest, and the soft caramel-brown hair that should have belonged to his little brother, from where the vase had shattered. It had knocked the air out of Ed and he struggled to breathe, eyes on the withered irises that clung to Alphonse’s (Envy’s) hair.

Edward suddenly gasped, sucking in to much air he felt as if (wished) his lungs would just pop. His eyes widened, gold disks with tiny black, painful pinpricks that fixed on the sweet little face nestled into his naked lap. Those eyes, those brilliant bronze eyes that had no business looking at him in such a dirty way were burning into him. Edward could hardly stand the sight of his little brother with his mouth around his dick. His hands were tangled in the soft strands of caramel hair, pushing them away.

“En… Envy….” But he closed his eyes, implying that he wouldn’t listen. Edward’s stomach twisted painfully… he knew what the other wanted. “…A…. Al…. Alphonse…” he said, whimpered, almost cried, while slowly pushing back, trying to slide himself from that sweet, horrible, hot little mouth. Envy was still for a moment, before sliding back just a little, dragging his lips along the shaft as he went. “Aah… Al… please Al….” Edward whimpered, hands weak and shaking as he continued to push back, holding his breath as we watched himself slide wet from his brother’s (from Envy’s) lips. His chest felt like it would split open and yet he couldn’t breathe, not yet, not until he was out.

Those eyes were on him again, those eyes that didn’t belong to Envy, and yet he could use them in any way he wanted. He could bat those soft lashes and darken his expression, filling those often innocent eyes with lust. He could make Al into a whore, and he did, as he pushed Edward back into his mouth, hands holding the other’s hips wide open.

“A-AL!” Edward cried out, eyes open so wide he couldn’t see, spine arching off the sheets painfully. His nails bit hard into Envy’s scalp, but it did little to stop him, to cease the lips dragging back and forth over his shaft, to stop the warm wet tongue from licking slowly up and down the underside. “Al… Al… please…” he chanted, somewhere forgetting to add in ‘stop’. Eventually his eyes focused again, and Envy’s smile was enough to remind him that he had forgotten, was enough to tell him that he had given in. Envy smiled with Al’s lips, kissed with Al’s lips up the side of Ed’s cock. Edward moaned softly, the sound searing his raw throat, burning up all the fragments of thought left fluttering around his head.

“Al… Al…” he chanted, as those small soft hands pulled his hips, encouraged him to thrust.

“Yes, nii-chan?” Envy said with a cruel smile, opening his mouth and allowing the head of Ed’s cock to trace the outside of his lips. Ed closed his eyes, looked away as he lifted his hips weakly, pushing the tip inside, against Envy’s (Al’s) soft little tongue. Envy laughed, a sound all too sweet, and crawled up Edward’s body, one hand remaining where his mouth had been.

“Do you want me?” Envy said, fingers wrapping around Ed’s cock and slowly pumping up and down. Ed gasped sharply, legs jolting apart the smallest bit.

“y… yes….”

“Tell me.”

“… A…. Al… please….” His hips bucked up weakly, a raw moan bubbling past his lips. Envy continued slowly for a few long moments, squeezing hard with a few long strokes, before he slowly began to pick up his pace. Edward was twitching, fingers clenching and unclenching, eyes pressed shut, as he panted heavily.

“What’s the matter, nii-chan?” Envy said in a mocking voice, purposely slowing down.

“I-I… I need to… can you go… just a little faster, Al…?” he panted unevenly, bucking his hips up in need. When Envy began to slow even more so, Edward gave a needy whimper. “Al, please, faster, more, please…” but now there were just fingertips, smearing the wetness beading at the top of Ed’s cock up and down the shaft. Ed gave a frustrated groan. “What do you want from me!” He opened his eyes, glossy from tears.

“Nothing,” Envy said, his voice now pouring sickeningly sweet from behind his own lips. His form was now his own, his eyes dark and cruel from behind his long bangs. “I just wanted you to want it, to beg for it…” and with that the knife plunged down into Edward’s stomach, dragged up sharply. Flecks of blood and flesh littered Envy’s hands, arms, chest and face as he smiled at Edward’s screams, sharp and violent for the first few brilliant moments before they became pained and distant, a far away, dying cry. Edward’s mouth moved around words he could no longer say, eyes frozen wide now in a snap-shot of terror. By the time Envy was done twisting and jolting the knife inside Edward’s chest, he didn’t flinch as the metal slid roughly out.

“That takes care of that…” Envy muttered to himself, standing and watching himself for a moment in the cracked, dirty mirror, watching the still bloody form behind him in the glass. He smiled once more, moving over to the closet, peering into the darkness pooling inside. The sliding door was cracked open, and with a violent push, pieces of broken armor toppled over the floor. Two pieces in particular he watched, one scribed with a bloody sigil that was shattered just enough to keep the symbol in tact, and the other, the head of the armor, set with a pair of watery red eyes. Envy scooped up the helmet with a cruel smile, paying no mind as it whimpered.

“Told ya, Alphonse,” he said with a dark smile, placing the head inside the gaping would he had created in Edward’s chest. The suit of armor was to broken to move, to put itself back together, and yet the soul was still bound to it. Envy smiled, scraping his fingers along the inside of the wound until his fingers were wet, and smeared the blood across the helmet’s forehead.

“Sweet dreams, Alphonse.”