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Jun. 3rd, 2005 05:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mikkeneko"One side, rust bucket!" Envy's voice rang out suddenly, making Al flinch, and nearly clobber Ed in the head with his arm. Drat. Reluctantly, he moved to the side, turning so that he could see Envy's narrowed gaze. Once he had moved, Envy seemed to relax, at least enough to loosen his grip on the gun. He grinned at Alphonse, flipping it neatly in his hand.
"You were blocking my shot," he said, as innocently as if Al had just done it by accident, "and we can't have that. Besides," he added, "what's the point if I don't get to see?"
Next to him, Ed muttered a curse under his breath; Alphonse was inclined to agree. Maybe -- maybe if he moved fast -- but a memory of Envy in action, a blur of pale limbs and dark hair, dispelled the wistful thought. Envy was faster than him, faster than anything human, and he could put Alphonse down as easily now as he had done the first time.
"Clothes off," Envy ordered, strange violet eyes watching them intensely. "I want to see skin."
Ed opened his mouth to protest, looking from Al over to Envy; but whatever he saw there, it must have convinced him to hold his tongue; he closed his eyes, visibly gritted his teeth, and relaxed his shoulders.
Slowly, uncertainly, Alphonse devoted himself to this task. It was no minor job; Ed's clothes were both concealing and close-fitting. Getting him out of them would have been tricky even with full range of motion and his cooperation; there was no way he was going to be able to remove them now, not with his arms and legs stretched wide and pinned. Al fumbled large, clumsy fingers over the fastenings of Ed's shirt, opening them to reveal the undershirt beneath, and stopped, uncertain.
An impatient noise from behind him made Al acutely aware of the homunculus' presence at his back, and he hurried forward. There was no help for it; he was going to have to tear them. Fortunately -- if you could call it that -- Ed's closed had taken a beating along with the rest of him, and the shirt was full of tears and weak along the seams. After a few minutes of fumbling and harsh yanks at his brother's skin, Al managed to get the shirt in enough pieces that he could push it back over his brother's shoulders.
He stopped there, for a minute, staring. It wasn't like he'd never seen his brother's chest before; although Ed preferred to cover up in public, there was little to stop him from wandering around in their room wearing only his pants, and Al knew he slept bare-chested. But it was different now; the stretch of his chest and shoulders, and the quick unsteady rhythm of his breaths, rendered him vulnerable in a way that Al had rarely ever seen.
"Al," Ed hissed under his breath, darting a look up into Al's face, "you aren't going along with this, are you? You can't... I mean... you can't..."
"Just... just play along, Brother," Al whispered back. "Play for time... I'll think of something..."
His brother seemed to accept this; at least, he settled back down with a swallow, and closed his eyes. Nervously, Al picked up where he'd left off.
The pants were much harder than the shirts had been; if anything, they were a tighter fit, and a tougher material. Al practically had to tear them into pieces at the top in order to work them down over Ed's hips, and push the pants legs down over his thighs. It occupied his attention such that it wasn't until he finished and sat back that he realized, with a queer shock, that Ed was not wearing underwear.
All Al could think for a moment was that their mother would not have approved.
"Oh, no you don't, pipsqueak," Envy's voice came sharply; Al realized that Ed was hunching over, breath coming fasting, curling over to try and shield himself from view. "Straighten your brother out, will you, rust bucket? No point in being shy now."
Ed resisted when Al tried to pull him up; Al had to force him, and having nothing to brace himself against, Ed went. He was breathing hard through clenched teeth now, Al saw, and his eyes were squeezed shut hard, a flush on his cheeks.
"That's more like it," Envy said in a satisfied tone, then laughed. "Well, well. Looks like this part's no exception; it's as runty as the rest of you."
Ed's eyes snapped open, and he gave an enraged snarl, struggling uselessly for a moment against his bonds. "Don't listen to him," Al murmured encouragingly. He squeezed Ed's shoulders, with the gloved hands still on them, and blurted out, "I don't think you're undersized at all."
"That's not helping, Al!" Ed snapped out.
"Am I going to grow mold over here, waiting?" Envy snapped impatiently, shifting around on the crate. "Maybe foreplay's your thing, but I'm telling you to get a move on."
"I'm working on it!" Al's temper flared, and he pulled away from Edward slightly, stalling for time. "I'll go at my own pace. I've ne --"
A click, and Envy smiled again as he chambered the next bullet. "No. You'll go at my pace."
"Wh-what exactly should I do?" Al said, looking over at him nervously.
"And you're supposed to be the scientist?" Envy sneered. "I don't believe this. You've got him naked and spread in front of you and you need a freaking step by step manual. Touch him. Find what makes him squirm. When you're getting it right, even you won't be able to miss it... even if you've got no idea what it feels like yourself."
Chafing under the reminder, Al hunched his shoulders a bit; hesitantly, following Envy's instructions, he ran his hands down Ed's exposed chest. The edge of his glove brushed over Edward's nipple, and the older boy flinched.
"Al, don't," Ed said, and there was an undercurrent of panic in his voice. "I don't want this. Don't do this."
"I have to," Al said, with some desperation. "He'll hurt you if I don't."
"I don't care!" The panic was rising a bit, and Ed squirmed against his bonds. "Don't, Al, this isn't right --"
This time, Al didn't answer; he took a moment to stiffen his resolve, and then plunged his hands back towards his brother's skin. Ed's protest cut off in a muffled shout as Al's hands began running over his exposed torso and belly; he tried to curl forward again, to shield his genitals from touch, but Al held him straight with only a little effort.
Find what makes him squirm, Envy's malicious whisper echoed. Well, something had made him squirm before... Al reached for Ed's nipple, first brushing against it lightly and then tweaking it between his fingers. Ed swore, and tried to pull away; but in his current position, he wasn't going anywhere, and the next sound he made was more like a whimper than a curse.
As he experimented with different kinds of touches, it almost startled Al when he saw the first stirrings of response. Envy had been right, there was no mistaking it; Ed's cock was right in plain view, and there was no way for him to hide the first twitchings and stirrings as the touches, unwanted or not, began to have an effect on him. Maybe it was just Al's imagination, but it seemed when he ran a palm slowly down Ed's chest and belly that the rest of Ed's skin had grown more sensitive, too; a heavy flush suffused his skin where Al's hands had passed.
He glanced at the area between Ed's legs, with some interest; this was something he'd never spent much time looking at. The color was different from what he remembered seeing, now flushing a dusky red with blood, and he could almost see the pulse beating in the blood vessels that enervated it. When he touched it, though, he couldn't feel any difference between one area of skin and another. He had to go to one knee, to reach down this far easily, and the impact jolted through him up from the floor. Carefully -- very carefully, he had a theoretical idea at least of how delicate this area was -- Al pressed his hand against Ed's hardening cock.
The strangled gasp that left Ed then, and the convulsive jerk of his hips, confirmed Al's suspicions. Slightly more sure of his ground, he left one hand between Ed's legs, pressing down against the growing hardness there, while he trailed the other back up to see if he could repeat his success with the nipple.
"No," Ed's voice whispered, hoarsely. "No."
He looked up at Ed's face, then, and wished that he had not. Ed's expression was twisted in something that resembled agony; his eyes were squeezed shut and he was biting down on his lip the same way Al had seen him do once or twice when dealing with the pain of automail adjustment. Al was suddenly terrified of his own touch -- he couldn't feel how hard he was pressing, and he knew his hand was rough leather and had to chafe.
Immediately he lightened up, leaving only the barest touch on Ed's cock -- but that didn't seem to help any, because a wordless noise tore past Ed's lips, and his hips jerked up to try and follow the touch.
"Damn, that was easy." Envy's voice startled Al so much, he accidentally dug his fingers into Ed's thigh, and Ed gave a yelp of real pain before he was able to lighten up. Envy was watching avidly; he'd rearranged his seat on the crate, legs open in front of him as he leaned forward to watch -- but both hands stayed at all times on the gun. "I thought the little pipsqueak would be harder to warm up than that. Guess I was right, he must want it pretty bad."
"Fuck you," Ed growled hoarsely, releasing his bite on his lower lip to leave a patch of red there. "I don't want.... I don't..." He couldn't seem to find anything more coherent to say, though; beads of sweat were forming along his hairline, the hollow of his throat, the outline of his ribs, as the cravings of his body struggled with the rest of him.
"Brother, relax," Al whispered anxiously, sweeping one hand over Ed's face, brushing off the sweat gathering there. His thumb lingered for a moment on Ed's lips, the bead of blood forming there, before wiping that away as well. The leather of his thumb pushed into Edward's mouth; Ed tried to pull away from it, but had nowhere to go. "Relax," Al repeated, a bit desperately. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"You don't think this counts?"
"Sorry," Al whispered, but with another worried glance at Envy, he forced himself to continue.
Touching here, he quickly realized, he had to be very careful; he couldn't see what he was doing very well, couldn't get close enough, and the skin was so sensitive, so delicate. Ed was fighting it, fighting the touch with everything he had, and kept terrifying Al with anguished whimpers; he didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to hurt him, but it was hard to tell the difference between real pain and self-imposed mental anguish.
He went slow, watching his own empty -- cold -- hands carefully. Ed was sweating hard now, breath heaving in his chest, and his hips kept spasmodically jerking up into Al's hands. Al wondered -- couldn't help but wonder -- what it felt like, this urge that was taking over Ed's body like a puppet. It looked like it hurt, sounded like it hurt, but from the eagerness of his motions, it didn't feel bad.
Al could only guess; he had no way of knowing. His own body had been destroyed before it ever came into this bloom.
"I gotta give it to the pipsqueak," Envy said in an amused voice, "he's got stamina. I'd thought he'd have lost it by now." He frowned for a moment, tapping the tip of the barrel of the gun against his chin, then grinned at Al in a way that made him cold. "Finger him."
Al looked back at him in confusion. "I'm already using my fingers," he said warily.
Envy burst out laughing, as though Al had just made a particularly good joke. "No, no," he said, still chuckling. "Take a couple of fingers -- " he made a demonstrative motion that made Al's eyes widen -- "and shove them up his ass. It's not physics."
Al sputtered with disbelief, yanking his hands away from Ed as if his brother's skin were suddenly hot. Ed let out a moan that was either relief or disappointment, or possibly a mixture. "But," Al said, "that won't work! Won't -- won't that hurt?"
"Of course. It's nothing he can't handle," Envy smirked. "Believe me, that'll really get him riding. Doncha know anything about a guy's body?"
Al didn't say anything; he didn't. They'd studied a woman's body, together, in the hopes of making it -- but never his own.
Slowly, with deep misgivings, he reached between Ed's legs, further than he'd gone before. It was awkward -- the edges of the metal plates in his arm pressed against Ed's groin and thighs, and he had to push Ed further back, forcing him onto his heels. He ran one leather-glove finger up the inside of Ed's thighs, trying to follow the line by sight of what he could not feel, and soon the tip of his fingers grazed flesh of Ed's ass, pressed the cheeks apart to reach his entrance.
Ed whimpered, spine jerking straight, the muscles of his thighs straining convulsively as he tried to close his legs; it was impossible. Al looked up and was shocked to see tears squeezing out of his brother's eyes, running down the sides of his upturned face. "No," Ed whispered, voice hoarse; "please Al, don't --"
"No. I can't." Shakily, Al began to withdraw, climbing to his feet and looked defiantly over at Envy. "I can't-- I won't violate him like that. That's where I draw the line."
A crack filled the warehouse, and Ed shouted an indistinct curse as he lurched over, trying fruitlessly to curl into himself. Al nearly screamed, himself; it took several terrifying moments before he was able to pinpoint the bullet lodged in Ed's automail shoulder.
"Sure you don't want to reconsider?" Envy purred, and the gun went click again. "Think I'll do the other shoulder this time."
"Stop it!" Al could hear tears in his own voice; the only place that they would ever show, he knew, could ever show. "Leave him alone, damn you!"
"That's up to you," Envy replied, meeting his gaze fearlessly. "You're the one who's refusing, after all. Think it over, can opener -- what's a little bit of chafing and a moment's embarrassment, in comparison to, say, multiple compound fractures and major blood loss? Well, if you really think that's what's best for your brother --"
"No!" Al was surprised to find himself shaking, empty armor plates rattling against each other. "I -- I'll do it, okay? Just stop it! Just shut up!"
He went hastily to his knees, practically crouching between Ed's outspread knees, and pushed his hand against Ed's automail; it couldn't move more than an inch anyway, but it gave him better leverage. With the fingers his left hand, he thrust almost violently back towards Ed's ass, only forcing better control on himself when Ed jumped and gasped.
Al had to look away from Ed's face entirely, and resolved not to look back; focusing instead on the convulsive trembling of Ed's body, the little jerking motions of his hips. It was so frustrating, to have so little feedback from what he was doing; he couldn't see, having to guess instead from Ed's shudders how fast he could proceed. He felt resistance, and tried to work around it, but had very little idea of how he was doing. The sphincter muscle was meant to open, right? he tried to reason to himself. Passing something in wasn't all that much different than passing something out; he just hoped the friction of the leather wouldn't cause too much of a problem.
Steeling himself, he pushed his first finger in. Ed made a strangled sound, and his thighs bunched as he tried to push himself up and off the invading digit. Al let him, following the motion up, keeping the pressure up as Ed's legs trembled and gave out, forcing him slowly back down. Al slid his hand up Ed's thigh, gripping the boy's cock between his thumb and forefinger, and tried to remember the touches that Ed had liked, before. He just hoped it would be enough, to distract Ed from what was happening to him.
"Nn --" Ed started, then was cut off as Al squeezed his cock lightly, prompting an involuntary jerk. "Hurts -- too much," he gasped, and Al failed for a moment in his resolution not to look at Ed's face. "Al, dammit --"
"Try to relax," Al whispered, doing his best to keep his voice soothing and his hand distracting even as his other hand worked slowly in deeper. What had Envy meant, that this would get him riding? If it hurt this much --
He must have touched something right, because the next minute Ed gave a hoarse yell that didn't sound at all like pain, and his cock jumped in Al's hand. Startled, Al nearly jerked his hand away, only remembering at the last minute what a bad idea that was. It didn't matter, because the next second Ed was grinding down on him, pain or restraint apparently forgotten as his his hips moved of their own volition.
Al recovered from his startlement, and tried to go along with Ed, moving his hand to try and recapture whatever it was he'd done right. Another touch; another guttural moan wrung itself from Ed's throat.
He managed to set up a rhythm. Pinned helplessly in two dimensions, Ed was only able to rock frantically back and forth between Al's hands, twisting helplessly under his brother's touches. Al, for his part, did his best to go with Ed's movements, to find a balance between giving him the rubbing he seemed to crave while avoiding too much chafing. He couldn't, he wouldn't look at Ed's face during this; he didn't need to, not when he could already see the tears dripping off Ed's chin to splash on his hands, spotting the brown leather with black. He couldn't ignore Envy's presence, his burning violet eyes, gloating at his brother's anguish. He couldn't, he definitely couldn't think too much about being the source of that anguish; not when he himself had no tears to let go.
When Ed came, it surprised Al; enough that he pulled his hand quickly free of Ed's body without thinking, which elicited a hoarse exclamation of pain. That wasn't enough to stop the process, though, and Ed's entire body shook as his cock spurted white semen onto Al's hand.
When it was over, all the resistance seemed to have drained out of Ed's body with it; he collapsed bonelessly, like a puppet with his strings cut, and Al had to catch him and hold him up to keep him from pulling something.
Ed's face rested against the front of Al's chest plate; Al's arm circled around his brother's back, white-splattered hands resting along his spine. Al stared at his hand, and tried not to feel filthy. "Satisfied?" he asked Envy coldly, not turning his head to look.
"Oh, quite," -- a very different voice suddenly insinuated itself, and Al whipped around to face it. In the doorway into the warehouse, past the crates where Envy still sat, watching like a vulture -- two new figures in black sat like shadows.
"Lust," he muttered, recognizing her -- and Gluttony, of course, Lust's constant shadow. In his arms, Ed stiffened, and Al panicked as he tried to recalculate the odds of escape in their favor. Now with not just one, but three of the monsters here -- but they had to get away, they had to, before --
"So what's the verdict?" Envy said sharply, all his attention seemingly on Lust; his posture was tense, though, belying the aura of casualness. "We have our orders?"
"You didn't even wait to hear them before you started playing," Lust chided, and Envy shrugged. Al's spirits leapt in hope. Maybe -- maybe Envy would get in trouble, maybe there'd be an opportunity --
Lust stepped forward, walking with an easy, undulating grace; her heels stepped sharply on the concrete floor, and here eyes stayed trained on the two of them. "We're to take them in tonight," she said, sounding bored. "Pride will open our route after sunset; until then, there's nothing to do but wait."
"No," Al whispered.
"Any word on what condition they have to be in?" Envy said, trying to feign casualness to cover up the eager lust underneath.
Al's arms tightened around Ed as he looked from one deadly, inhuman pair of eyes to another. Who were they, he wondered desperately, crazily; what did they want --
"Doesn't matter one bit," Lust purred.
~TBC
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Date: 2005-06-03 06:12 am (UTC)Al recovered from his startlement, and tried to go along with Ed, moving his hand to try and recaprture whatever it was he'd done right.
You're good. Really good. It is a bit of a tricky idea to pull, but you make it work.
Though reading porn with this effing annoying waiting music in the ear is a bit complicated. *pokes phone* Answer me, jerks!
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Date: 2005-06-03 12:39 pm (UTC)XD; hold music would kinda ruin the mood, wouldn't it?
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Date: 2005-06-03 06:51 am (UTC)Yes, I am the
mastermistress of short, pointless comments. Damn public computers.no subject
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Date: 2005-06-03 09:55 am (UTC)I love how ruthlessly you write Envy. And there's just something about the forced Elricest that made me feel all fuzzy.
I love you. ;-;
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Date: 2005-06-03 01:45 pm (UTC)Forced Elricest... mm, it's hard to find, isn't it? This whole bunny came out of me wondering: okay, is it even humanly possible to write NCS Elricest without one of the brothers being vastly OOC? This was the only scenario I could come up with.
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Date: 2005-06-04 07:26 pm (UTC)I win!
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Date: 2005-06-06 07:38 pm (UTC)will give it a thought anywayno subject
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Date: 2005-06-06 12:21 am (UTC)Because this fic just -mercilessly- kicked my ass. Envy being ruthless and... and -hotness- resulting. It's -mean- and dirty, and that -makes it more fun-. XD
So. -Good-. And. Mean. To. -Everyone-! XD Aha. Ahahaha. AHAHAHAHA! *passes out*
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Date: 2005-06-06 12:23 am (UTC)If you want to bribe me, write more yourself. >.> Write Wish fic! Or maybe Doubles! But not until after your finals on Tuesday. ^^;
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Date: 2005-06-06 12:29 am (UTC)(*cough* After Tuesday, of course. -_-;; )
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