|The Knight in Slightly Tarnished Armor (yuuo) wrote in chaotic_library,|
@ 2007-06-11 19:02:00
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|Entry tags:||alphonse elric, edward elric, envy, envy x ed, flash fiction, fma, fma: alternate post-anime timeline, fma: alternate timeline, meme, nc-17, slash, smut, yuuo, yuuo-lj, yuuo: fma|
[Edward Elric x Envy x Alphonse Elric; NC-17] Doxology
Prompt: "Just play along"
Character/Series: Envy; Edward Elric; Alphonse Elric; Fullmetal Alchemist
Notes: Written for lykomancer
Word Count: 362
Summary: There's a night and day difference between them.
Original LJ Post Date: Feb 12, 2006 @ Chaotic_Library
There's a night and day difference between them. The way they taste, the way they move, the way they sound. Edward is molten gold, hot and bitter and dark and aggressive. Alphonse is silken silver, cool and sweet like Baptismal waters enveloping his bedmates, washing over them, gentle and soft to the touch. Edward is strained animalistic growls and furiously shouted curses and Alphonse is quiet mewling gasps and softly whispered names.
And he revels in their differences, the contrasting flavors on his tongue as they pull him into their game, the subtle balance of power between them shifting to accommodate the prodigal son come home.
Envy had not meant to find himself here, not like this. He'd had his own reasons, reasons he'd forgotten somewhere along the way as the brothers pulled him in and wrapped him up in their yin and yang. They're easy to get lost in, Alphonse's subtle guiding and Edward's insistent leading sweeping him out from under himself and tangling him between them.
That is the way this game is always played, Edward in power, each touch and stroke and thrust at his command, to see the way Alphonse's sweet face flushed with pleasure and the way Envy's eyes fluttered at the sensations.
Even now, trapped under them both, Alphonse greedy and jealous for his brother's warmth and Envy's passions, he is in control, and neither of the others can say no under his gaze, intense and unwavering as he looks up at them, eyes bright with heat and arousal, lips curling back into a pleasured growl.
Envy can't remember why he'd originally gotten involved, lost in the feel of Alphonse tightening around him and the sound of Edward's growls and curses. His fingers grip Edward's hair tightly and he lowers his head to nip Alphonse's shoulder blade. The youngest boy squeaks and writhes, drawing a groan from the golden boy beneath him. Envy's breath hisses between his teeth as he alters his position and adjusts their pace, the brothers beneath him gasping at the change.
He can't remember why he joined this game of theirs, nor does he care to, content instead to just play along.