Here We Go (Again)
Greed/Envy. Not a follow-up; they did some kind of batshit hurt/comfort!hurt...thing...instead. 1,000 words or so. Anime, AU, past!fic, alpha copy, SLASH (m/m). Standard boilerplate applies. Slightly more dub in the con this time. Apologies to Arakawa Hiromu, to whom the characters belong.
He was over the rails in an eyeblink, pulling the Shield up in front--he had to come down soft on the impact side. He'd already survived worse. Marble veneer caved under his talons; the floor crumpled beneath his kneecaps. The broken alchemic lines darkened and went still. Scratch one array.
Envy wailed and burrowed into him, sticking and red, more than half-unmade. He clung with something like fingers. They sliced open on the Shield's edges. He flinched, then held on tighter.
Greed's voice echoed inside his face, hollow and cold. "He's had enough."
The bitch knew better than to hit him now. She could, but it would hurt, even with her precious alchemy; his bones were still down in the basement with the others.
"I'll be the judge of that," said Dante. It could have been a comment on the weather.
She could teach him a lesson anyway, but it'd be damned inconvenient for her right now. Besides, she was so far above him. That was her whole rationale. She was Lady Dante. Greed had her pegged his third day running. She thought she was better than him. She could go right on thinking it. She could think whatever she pleased and cook him stones for breakfast. It didn't bother him in the slightest.
But Envy. Envy was his. She had no right whatsoever to fuck with anything that was his. He growled, and Envy shuddered and rattled against him, choking on his ability to breathe again. He was too fragile to let go of now, still fever-hot and quivering. Greed reached for what was becoming a shoulder, stroking with the soft side of his hand. Envy whimpered and hung on.
"Leave him alone. I mean it."
"You always spoiled him," she chided. "He destroyed your gifts once you left, you know. Every time."
A clutch of fear slithered up Greed's back, tight and paranoiac. He had no heart, he had no soul; he was a homunculus. He was the Ultimate Shield.
The sweat that crawled to life along his spine was ice-cold.
"Shut up."
"He's not yours. You're mine. Dearest."
"I'm Greed," he said, slowly, tasting the word, his own name, the only name he'd ever had. "Not just yours, lady. Everyone's." The even, closed-mouth leer of the Shield could be forced apart when he made himself laugh hard enough. "You don't own me. I own you."
Envy wailed at the sudden touch of harsh, brittle armor against his new flesh. He recoiled, cutting himself on it in his effort to escape. Greed cursed and pushed down instinct, shoved down his desire--right now it was screaming cover up, cover the fuck up, she's going to hit back, cover up--and forced himself to relax.
He was soft on the inside, showing Envy only pinkish, living, breakable skin. That took focus. She'd distracted him. Envy stirred beneath him, head rolling at queasy angles as his spine regenerated. He was disoriented and sweaty, but finally whole.
"Pathetic," she sighed. "Very well. If you simply must make a fool of yourself."
Dante stared down at them a moment more, then twisted in place and marched from the room.
"That's right, bitch," Greed snarled at the closed door. "Turn and run."
His Envy was safe and well, nestled against him, and all was right with the world. Except for the fact that he didn't own more of it. That would come in due time. He had all the time there was.
"She was talking to me, idiot," Envy grumbled. "Get off. You're heavy."
The Shield flared up, cold and firm. Nothing much hurt him, but Greed wasn't stupid and he didn't have a death wish. He didn't want the bitch to kill him. He was pretty sure that meant he didn't want to die.
"That's some thanks, brother," he murmured, coiled around the elder homunculus. "And no. You're warm and soft."
"Off!" Envy barked, kicking. He swore a blue streak when he broke his toes. "Big, ugly lummox. You'll crush me to death."
"Mine," Greed burbled, squeezing him, winding massive dark talons in his emerald locks. "Pretty little fluffy Envy. You're my Envy, aren't you? Yes. Yes, you are."
His tongue was smooth and wet; Envy gagged and bit him. He grunted, pulled away.
"No one owns me!" Envy shrieked.
"Shh." There was spit and a little blood to the sound. Greed surrendered Envy's hair, pressed a claw down over his lips. "Stop this--this nonsense talk. Damsel is in trouble, hero saves damsel, hero keeps damsel, happily ever after, the end. That's just how it works. Relax and enjoy."
"I'm not a girl!" He was writhing in earnest now, but she'd built Greed strong, and Envy was hungry and weak and exhausted.
Greed arched above him, purring in contentment, making small satisfied noises each time Envy connected. He took every jab in stride, took his sweet time with it, let each one rebound through the Shield. It dulled sensation from the outside, but it caught impact and resonated with it, turning trauma into tactile vibration. Brute force, in particular, set him thrumming. Nice bit of equivalent trade.
"No," panted Envy. "Don't." He swatted listlessly at Greed's massive paw as it eased down his body, teasing, too gentle. "Fuck you. No." He inhaled sharply, tried and failed not to respond. Even marble went hot and sleek with enough contact. Greed knew him too well, he knew right where it was, that
spot, his favorite spot, and how to keep going, just how it should hurt oh.
"No?" Greed didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. "Really. So this is no." Envy bucked against him, quivering; the Shield hummed with the moan he refused to give up. He trembled in Greed's fingers. Sooner or later, he would have that sound. It would be his. "What does yes feel like?"
Envy gasped through clenched teeth. "Bastard."
Greed spit into his free hand and backed onto his knees, lined up.
"Tell me about it."
He was over the rails in an eyeblink, pulling the Shield up in front--he had to come down soft on the impact side. He'd already survived worse. Marble veneer caved under his talons; the floor crumpled beneath his kneecaps. The broken alchemic lines darkened and went still. Scratch one array.
Envy wailed and burrowed into him, sticking and red, more than half-unmade. He clung with something like fingers. They sliced open on the Shield's edges. He flinched, then held on tighter.
Greed's voice echoed inside his face, hollow and cold. "He's had enough."
The bitch knew better than to hit him now. She could, but it would hurt, even with her precious alchemy; his bones were still down in the basement with the others.
"I'll be the judge of that," said Dante. It could have been a comment on the weather.
She could teach him a lesson anyway, but it'd be damned inconvenient for her right now. Besides, she was so far above him. That was her whole rationale. She was Lady Dante. Greed had her pegged his third day running. She thought she was better than him. She could go right on thinking it. She could think whatever she pleased and cook him stones for breakfast. It didn't bother him in the slightest.
But Envy. Envy was his. She had no right whatsoever to fuck with anything that was his. He growled, and Envy shuddered and rattled against him, choking on his ability to breathe again. He was too fragile to let go of now, still fever-hot and quivering. Greed reached for what was becoming a shoulder, stroking with the soft side of his hand. Envy whimpered and hung on.
"Leave him alone. I mean it."
"You always spoiled him," she chided. "He destroyed your gifts once you left, you know. Every time."
A clutch of fear slithered up Greed's back, tight and paranoiac. He had no heart, he had no soul; he was a homunculus. He was the Ultimate Shield.
The sweat that crawled to life along his spine was ice-cold.
"Shut up."
"He's not yours. You're mine. Dearest."
"I'm Greed," he said, slowly, tasting the word, his own name, the only name he'd ever had. "Not just yours, lady. Everyone's." The even, closed-mouth leer of the Shield could be forced apart when he made himself laugh hard enough. "You don't own me. I own you."
Envy wailed at the sudden touch of harsh, brittle armor against his new flesh. He recoiled, cutting himself on it in his effort to escape. Greed cursed and pushed down instinct, shoved down his desire--right now it was screaming cover up, cover the fuck up, she's going to hit back, cover up--and forced himself to relax.
He was soft on the inside, showing Envy only pinkish, living, breakable skin. That took focus. She'd distracted him. Envy stirred beneath him, head rolling at queasy angles as his spine regenerated. He was disoriented and sweaty, but finally whole.
"Pathetic," she sighed. "Very well. If you simply must make a fool of yourself."
Dante stared down at them a moment more, then twisted in place and marched from the room.
"That's right, bitch," Greed snarled at the closed door. "Turn and run."
His Envy was safe and well, nestled against him, and all was right with the world. Except for the fact that he didn't own more of it. That would come in due time. He had all the time there was.
"She was talking to me, idiot," Envy grumbled. "Get off. You're heavy."
The Shield flared up, cold and firm. Nothing much hurt him, but Greed wasn't stupid and he didn't have a death wish. He didn't want the bitch to kill him. He was pretty sure that meant he didn't want to die.
"That's some thanks, brother," he murmured, coiled around the elder homunculus. "And no. You're warm and soft."
"Off!" Envy barked, kicking. He swore a blue streak when he broke his toes. "Big, ugly lummox. You'll crush me to death."
"Mine," Greed burbled, squeezing him, winding massive dark talons in his emerald locks. "Pretty little fluffy Envy. You're my Envy, aren't you? Yes. Yes, you are."
His tongue was smooth and wet; Envy gagged and bit him. He grunted, pulled away.
"No one owns me!" Envy shrieked.
"Shh." There was spit and a little blood to the sound. Greed surrendered Envy's hair, pressed a claw down over his lips. "Stop this--this nonsense talk. Damsel is in trouble, hero saves damsel, hero keeps damsel, happily ever after, the end. That's just how it works. Relax and enjoy."
"I'm not a girl!" He was writhing in earnest now, but she'd built Greed strong, and Envy was hungry and weak and exhausted.
Greed arched above him, purring in contentment, making small satisfied noises each time Envy connected. He took every jab in stride, took his sweet time with it, let each one rebound through the Shield. It dulled sensation from the outside, but it caught impact and resonated with it, turning trauma into tactile vibration. Brute force, in particular, set him thrumming. Nice bit of equivalent trade.
"No," panted Envy. "Don't." He swatted listlessly at Greed's massive paw as it eased down his body, teasing, too gentle. "Fuck you. No." He inhaled sharply, tried and failed not to respond. Even marble went hot and sleek with enough contact. Greed knew him too well, he knew right where it was, that
spot, his favorite spot, and how to keep going, just how it should hurt oh.
"No?" Greed didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. "Really. So this is no." Envy bucked against him, quivering; the Shield hummed with the moan he refused to give up. He trembled in Greed's fingers. Sooner or later, he would have that sound. It would be his. "What does yes feel like?"
Envy gasped through clenched teeth. "Bastard."
Greed spit into his free hand and backed onto his knees, lined up.
"Tell me about it."