Fucking With Yourself
Title: Fucking With Yourself
Author: Blysse
Prompt: Full Metal Alchemist (anime), Ed!Envy/Ed: non- or dub-con - "Go fuck yourself." "You know, the funny thing about being a shapeshifter is that I can actually do that."
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con, language, Envy being a creepy motherfucker, mindfuck, selfcest, and a teensy bit of incest if you really want to get technical with things and delve into the land of spoiler-y goodness.
Word count: 1,638
Summary: Ed!Envy/Ed, rape, not much more to it. Brief hint at Roy/Ed.
A/N: My first time writing this pairing, even though I love it to death. It's also my first try at writing non-con in a fic. I've messed around in RP and whatnot, but never anything too serious. And... this turned out a Hell of a lot more creepy than I'd intended. Written for this year's SpringKink, it was my first time taking a crack at it.
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“Go fuck yourself, Envy,” Edward snapped. He'd had enough of the Homunculus' taunting and bullshit. Without sparing Envy another glance, Ed turned on his heel and stuffed his hands into his pockets, his red coat flaring out behind him while he stalked away.
“You know...” Envy started, a wicked grin creeping over his features. “The funny thing about being a shape-shifter is that I can actually do that.”
Ed paused mid-stride and looked over his shoulder, brows pulling down in suspicion. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Envy merely regarded Edward with a curious look for a moment before getting to his feet and taking a step towards him, then pausing. Electricity crackled in the air and green hair spun itself into gold, pale skin slowly darkened to a tan, working limbs fell away into the broken sin of automail. A second set of whiskey-colored eyes, with a more devious light in them, stared back at Edward, and the fake Alchemist took started taking slow paces in Ed's direction.
“What do you think it means?”
“Very funny, Envy.” Despite the usual flat tone of Ed's voice, his pulse fluttered nervously beneath his skin. Envy wouldn't, would he?
“Oh, but of course I will, Pipsqueak,” Envy taunted as if reading Edward's mind.
A low growl worked up from Ed's throat and he started to back up, slowly at first, then moving quicker so he could get himself to the door and away from Envy. With a predatory look, the false Edward followed after him, keeping some distance between them, giving Ed just a little bit of hope that he could get away. Play with his prey first, let him think he had a chance, it was no fun if the rabbit never got to run and fight before its throat was slit.
And then it happened. Edward's shoe caught on something laying loose on the floor. Just that split-second was enough for Envy's hand to dart forward and latch onto Ed's flesh wrist, automail--was it even real? Had Envy replicated all of the wires and mechanical nerves, or just made a pathetic model, a shell of what automail should be?--gripping tight and making the Alchemist hiss in pain. Envy's other hand took Ed's other wrist, and by the time his back made contact with the floor, he was looking up at a thoroughly pleased version of himself that was straddling his waist, well and truly stuck where he was.
“Let go,” Ed snarled, jerking in Envy's grasp. The Homunculus was stronger than he looked. For having such a small frame in his usual form, Envy hid a lot of power behind that body. Automail creaked and groaned under the strain; Edward wasn't playing around. If he could force his way out so soon, then he would.
“Come on now, don't tire yourself out,” Envy purred, leaning down. A taunting look flashed in his eyes, something that made him look very unlike the Elric whose skin he was in, that would easily set him apart from the boy were he put amongst Edward and his friends and asked to be picked out as the impostor. Avoiding the thrashing of the small--though weren't they both pipsqueaks at the moment?--body beneath him, Envy slowly dragged his tongue along Ed's cheek, making the boy freeze, save for the disgusted shudder that shot up through him. “Save some of that spunk for later, you'll need it.”
“Like Hell I will!” Ed snapped. He was still thrashing beneath Envy and trying to wrench out of his hold, his entire body writhing and twisting under him.
“Don't--” Envy started in an annoyed growl. Ed was starting to get on his nerves. All in one movement, he slid off of Edward, then flipped him onto his stomach while pinning his arms behind his back at a high enough angle to earn a pained hiss from the boy. “--make this harder on yourself! You don't seem like the type that's into pain, Half-Pint.”
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT HE GETS STEPPED ON LIKE A BUG ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND ENJOYS IT, YOU SICK SADISTIC FUCK?!” Edward raged, his chest heaving while he tried to jerk his arms free.
Every movement just made Envy's smirk grow wider, white teeth flashing down at the back of the boy's head menacingly. One hand held Ed's wrists in place while the other reached under Ed's thrashing hips. One nimble flick of his fingers and Ed's pants were open, a quick pull and the snug leather was sliding down off of slim hips.
Once Edward felt the cool air of the room breezing over his skin, he doubled his efforts, and his curses. He could handle being called short, he could let Envy push him around and punch and kick and shove him into the ground and taunt him like the absolute worthless scum that the Homunculus thought that he was. But this was too far, this was--
The cry that tore through the air when fingers buried themselves into Ed's body echoed throughout the room and sent a thrill down Envy's spine He was hard, straining against the leather of his pants and biting his lip; he absently wished for his usual clothing and the freedom and ease of movement that it provided, it wasn't so stifling when he was like this. But, he also couldn't take full advantage of his arousal to horrify Edward in his other, clothing, either.
“Do you feel that?” Envy whispered, his voice low and breathy, a perfect mimicry of what a riled-up Elric would sound like, while he ground his erection against Ed's thigh, thick and throbbing at the contact. “That's going to be inside of you. And it's going to tear you apart, I can tell. You're so tight--” Envy added a third finger, earning a pained, choked noise from Edward, but nothing more of a reaction. “I'll break you.”
Another hiss of pain broke the heavy breathing that filled the room when Envy none-too-gently pulled his fingers out of Ed. The slow metal clicking of a zipper being undone made the boy thrash more, but he was gradually getting weaker, breathing harder. Whether it was that he was physically or mentally tiring from the abuse or both, something was finally starting to wear him down.
Edward hardly moved when Envy finally pressed inside of him. A muffled groan was all that spilled past his lips and the only movement came from his muscles tensing around the Homunculus' cock, unused to such a rough intrusion. It only made the pain worse and he grit his teeth and trembled, trying to relax and ignore it or something, but it was just too much. Envy hadn't used anything but his own precum as lubricant and that rough preparation had hardly been enough to get him ready. Not that Edward had expected Envy to be nice to him, but even just one of those things done better, something would have made it bearable and not as--
“No!”
A cry finally tore through the air, a proper reaction of a painfully arched back when Envy started to thrust. His hips moved slowly at first, but built up speed by the second, helped along by the blood that was steadily dripping from Ed's torn flesh. The more Envy thrust, the worse he bled, the easier it was for him to move; it was a sadistic cycle of pain on one end, and utmost pleasure on the other.
“What will your little brother think of you now?” Envy taunted mercilessly. “Not so big and strong now, are you? How can you protect him if you can't even keep your own sorry ass safe?”
“You leave Alphonse out of th--”
“And what about the Colonel? He's not going to want someone as filthy as you, now. Even a man that's slept with half of Central won't want his precious Elric now that he's been tainted like this.”
That last jibe was met with silence and a face that was growing steadily redder with shame and anger. Envy's eyes lit up with amusement and his automail hand reached for Ed's braid, yanking on it and pulling his head back so he could see his face.
“You're mine now, Elric...”
With that, Envy thrust in deep, his cock throbbing inside of Ed's body while he released inside of the boy, claiming him. Ed narrowed his eyes in pain--Envy's cum stung against his wounds--and was still for a moment, then started to thrash with renewed vigor again.
“Get off of me! You've taken what you wanted, now get the fuck off of me!” he snapped, pulling and twisting, not caring when he felt some of his hair pulling out in Envy's grasp.
Envy pulled out quickly, leaving Ed's body stinging and bruised in more places than one once he let go of the boy's wrists. Pants were pulled up quickly and done up with trembling hands, blood and other fluids wiped away onto his coat. He tried to smooth his hair out, he had to look normal--or at least like he'd just been in a fight and not... not like he'd been-- He had to look normal for his brother when he got home. Not like this.
“If you tell anyone--”
“Don't worry,” Envy started in Edward's voice. He was sitting on the edge of a table, one leg crossed over the other, a look of utter satisfaction over his features. Before he continued speaking, there was a flash of light and his appearance was once more that of his usual self, green hair and limber limbs and skin-tight black clothing. “I'd much rather watch you dying inside because you can't tell a soul about this.”
Author: Blysse
Prompt: Full Metal Alchemist (anime), Ed!Envy/Ed: non- or dub-con - "Go fuck yourself." "You know, the funny thing about being a shapeshifter is that I can actually do that."
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con, language, Envy being a creepy motherfucker, mindfuck, selfcest, and a teensy bit of incest if you really want to get technical with things and delve into the land of spoiler-y goodness.
Word count: 1,638
Summary: Ed!Envy/Ed, rape, not much more to it. Brief hint at Roy/Ed.
A/N: My first time writing this pairing, even though I love it to death. It's also my first try at writing non-con in a fic. I've messed around in RP and whatnot, but never anything too serious. And... this turned out a Hell of a lot more creepy than I'd intended. Written for this year's SpringKink, it was my first time taking a crack at it.
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“Go fuck yourself, Envy,” Edward snapped. He'd had enough of the Homunculus' taunting and bullshit. Without sparing Envy another glance, Ed turned on his heel and stuffed his hands into his pockets, his red coat flaring out behind him while he stalked away.
“You know...” Envy started, a wicked grin creeping over his features. “The funny thing about being a shape-shifter is that I can actually do that.”
Ed paused mid-stride and looked over his shoulder, brows pulling down in suspicion. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Envy merely regarded Edward with a curious look for a moment before getting to his feet and taking a step towards him, then pausing. Electricity crackled in the air and green hair spun itself into gold, pale skin slowly darkened to a tan, working limbs fell away into the broken sin of automail. A second set of whiskey-colored eyes, with a more devious light in them, stared back at Edward, and the fake Alchemist took started taking slow paces in Ed's direction.
“What do you think it means?”
“Very funny, Envy.” Despite the usual flat tone of Ed's voice, his pulse fluttered nervously beneath his skin. Envy wouldn't, would he?
“Oh, but of course I will, Pipsqueak,” Envy taunted as if reading Edward's mind.
A low growl worked up from Ed's throat and he started to back up, slowly at first, then moving quicker so he could get himself to the door and away from Envy. With a predatory look, the false Edward followed after him, keeping some distance between them, giving Ed just a little bit of hope that he could get away. Play with his prey first, let him think he had a chance, it was no fun if the rabbit never got to run and fight before its throat was slit.
And then it happened. Edward's shoe caught on something laying loose on the floor. Just that split-second was enough for Envy's hand to dart forward and latch onto Ed's flesh wrist, automail--was it even real? Had Envy replicated all of the wires and mechanical nerves, or just made a pathetic model, a shell of what automail should be?--gripping tight and making the Alchemist hiss in pain. Envy's other hand took Ed's other wrist, and by the time his back made contact with the floor, he was looking up at a thoroughly pleased version of himself that was straddling his waist, well and truly stuck where he was.
“Let go,” Ed snarled, jerking in Envy's grasp. The Homunculus was stronger than he looked. For having such a small frame in his usual form, Envy hid a lot of power behind that body. Automail creaked and groaned under the strain; Edward wasn't playing around. If he could force his way out so soon, then he would.
“Come on now, don't tire yourself out,” Envy purred, leaning down. A taunting look flashed in his eyes, something that made him look very unlike the Elric whose skin he was in, that would easily set him apart from the boy were he put amongst Edward and his friends and asked to be picked out as the impostor. Avoiding the thrashing of the small--though weren't they both pipsqueaks at the moment?--body beneath him, Envy slowly dragged his tongue along Ed's cheek, making the boy freeze, save for the disgusted shudder that shot up through him. “Save some of that spunk for later, you'll need it.”
“Like Hell I will!” Ed snapped. He was still thrashing beneath Envy and trying to wrench out of his hold, his entire body writhing and twisting under him.
“Don't--” Envy started in an annoyed growl. Ed was starting to get on his nerves. All in one movement, he slid off of Edward, then flipped him onto his stomach while pinning his arms behind his back at a high enough angle to earn a pained hiss from the boy. “--make this harder on yourself! You don't seem like the type that's into pain, Half-Pint.”
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT HE GETS STEPPED ON LIKE A BUG ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND ENJOYS IT, YOU SICK SADISTIC FUCK?!” Edward raged, his chest heaving while he tried to jerk his arms free.
Every movement just made Envy's smirk grow wider, white teeth flashing down at the back of the boy's head menacingly. One hand held Ed's wrists in place while the other reached under Ed's thrashing hips. One nimble flick of his fingers and Ed's pants were open, a quick pull and the snug leather was sliding down off of slim hips.
Once Edward felt the cool air of the room breezing over his skin, he doubled his efforts, and his curses. He could handle being called short, he could let Envy push him around and punch and kick and shove him into the ground and taunt him like the absolute worthless scum that the Homunculus thought that he was. But this was too far, this was--
The cry that tore through the air when fingers buried themselves into Ed's body echoed throughout the room and sent a thrill down Envy's spine He was hard, straining against the leather of his pants and biting his lip; he absently wished for his usual clothing and the freedom and ease of movement that it provided, it wasn't so stifling when he was like this. But, he also couldn't take full advantage of his arousal to horrify Edward in his other, clothing, either.
“Do you feel that?” Envy whispered, his voice low and breathy, a perfect mimicry of what a riled-up Elric would sound like, while he ground his erection against Ed's thigh, thick and throbbing at the contact. “That's going to be inside of you. And it's going to tear you apart, I can tell. You're so tight--” Envy added a third finger, earning a pained, choked noise from Edward, but nothing more of a reaction. “I'll break you.”
Another hiss of pain broke the heavy breathing that filled the room when Envy none-too-gently pulled his fingers out of Ed. The slow metal clicking of a zipper being undone made the boy thrash more, but he was gradually getting weaker, breathing harder. Whether it was that he was physically or mentally tiring from the abuse or both, something was finally starting to wear him down.
Edward hardly moved when Envy finally pressed inside of him. A muffled groan was all that spilled past his lips and the only movement came from his muscles tensing around the Homunculus' cock, unused to such a rough intrusion. It only made the pain worse and he grit his teeth and trembled, trying to relax and ignore it or something, but it was just too much. Envy hadn't used anything but his own precum as lubricant and that rough preparation had hardly been enough to get him ready. Not that Edward had expected Envy to be nice to him, but even just one of those things done better, something would have made it bearable and not as--
“No!”
A cry finally tore through the air, a proper reaction of a painfully arched back when Envy started to thrust. His hips moved slowly at first, but built up speed by the second, helped along by the blood that was steadily dripping from Ed's torn flesh. The more Envy thrust, the worse he bled, the easier it was for him to move; it was a sadistic cycle of pain on one end, and utmost pleasure on the other.
“What will your little brother think of you now?” Envy taunted mercilessly. “Not so big and strong now, are you? How can you protect him if you can't even keep your own sorry ass safe?”
“You leave Alphonse out of th--”
“And what about the Colonel? He's not going to want someone as filthy as you, now. Even a man that's slept with half of Central won't want his precious Elric now that he's been tainted like this.”
That last jibe was met with silence and a face that was growing steadily redder with shame and anger. Envy's eyes lit up with amusement and his automail hand reached for Ed's braid, yanking on it and pulling his head back so he could see his face.
“You're mine now, Elric...”
With that, Envy thrust in deep, his cock throbbing inside of Ed's body while he released inside of the boy, claiming him. Ed narrowed his eyes in pain--Envy's cum stung against his wounds--and was still for a moment, then started to thrash with renewed vigor again.
“Get off of me! You've taken what you wanted, now get the fuck off of me!” he snapped, pulling and twisting, not caring when he felt some of his hair pulling out in Envy's grasp.
Envy pulled out quickly, leaving Ed's body stinging and bruised in more places than one once he let go of the boy's wrists. Pants were pulled up quickly and done up with trembling hands, blood and other fluids wiped away onto his coat. He tried to smooth his hair out, he had to look normal--or at least like he'd just been in a fight and not... not like he'd been-- He had to look normal for his brother when he got home. Not like this.
“If you tell anyone--”
“Don't worry,” Envy started in Edward's voice. He was sitting on the edge of a table, one leg crossed over the other, a look of utter satisfaction over his features. Before he continued speaking, there was a flash of light and his appearance was once more that of his usual self, green hair and limber limbs and skin-tight black clothing. “I'd much rather watch you dying inside because you can't tell a soul about this.”