The Knight in Slightly Tarnished Armor (yuuo) wrote in chaotic_library, @ 2007-06-11 19:10:00 |
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[Envy x Edward; R] Cain
Character/Series: Edward Elric and Envy; Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: R for nonconsensual sexual themes
Notes:This has utterly no place in continuity, no real explanation of WTF happened to set the scene up, and no real resolution. Just pure, unadulterated mindfuck and Bible-abuse (and Ed-abuse, for as far removed as those two things are) with a dash of slight smuttiness for flavoring. And it's all lykomancer's fault. So therefore it's dedicated to her.
Title: Cain
Author: yuuo
Word Count: 1167
Summary: "You son of a bitch," Edward spat, the words filled with the blood and bile in his mouth and he turned his head to wipe it against his shoulder.
Original LJ Post Date: Oct 11, 2005 @ Envy_X_Ed
"The first reaction to truth is hatred"
-Tertullian
Cain
"You son of a bitch," Edward spat, the words filled with the blood and bile in his mouth and he turned his head to wipe it against his shoulder.
Envy eyed him, smirking slightly, then burst into a bitter sort of laughter. "That's exactly right, Little Shorty," he replied easily, striding over to him. Edward tensed as the homonculus grabbed his chin and held his face still, looking directly into his eyes, and he wanted desperately to look away, sickened and frightened by the hatred, by the darkness in those eyes rising up to consume him and overwhelm him and swallow him whole.
"That's exactly right, my mother was a bitch," Envy smiled, lifting his other hand to pet the swollen side of Edward's face with a mockery of gentleness. "The same rabid little bitch that our father fucked to get me. Makes you all warm and fuzzy, don't it?" He sneered, tightening his grip on Edward's jaw enough to hurt. "And then he turned around and put those dirtied, contaminated hands all over your precious little mother, and tainted the goddess of your idolotry with that filthy bitch's sin, turning her into the goddamn whore of Babylon."
"Shut up!" he screeched, thrashing against the shackle around his one flesh wrist, kicking his only leg at the sin for all he was worth, but Envy just dropped the hand from the side of his face to catch the limb by the knee. With a squeeze of his hand, the kneecap shattered and Edward screamed, his vision flashing white a moment as the pain ripped up every nerve, erasing everything else from his awareness.
"So what does that make you, child of the whore of Babylon?" the sin continued once Edward's screams had died enough for him to hear again. "What does that make you, oh 'Firstborn'?" There was a bitter tone to his voice there, like he was choking on the irony on his tongue.
"Don't..." he rasped, trying to shut out the screaming in his knee, trying to will the pain down in his awareness. He had to focus. If he didn't focus, he was dead. "Don't you talk... about her.."
"What, don't call your golden calf what she is? Come on, Little Shorty, answer my question. What does that make you, the son of the whore and the devil, the cold-eyed god that doesn't ever give a damn about his sons, the 'god' that turns his head every damn time and leaves you screaming again 'Father, why have you forsaken me'?"
Edward wondered who he was talking about, who was crying that; Edward... or himself.
He gave no response, glaring at him out of the eye that hadn't swollen shut yet, reaching for whatever strength he had left in him to stand up to him. I can't I won't break you can't hurt me I can't let you win Al needs me...
Hearing no answer, Envy continued, his voice getting lighter, like he was enjoying the spite in Edward's eyes, enjoying the way he refused to break. The sick sonuvabitch was getting off on this, he realized, and Edward's stomach turned at the thought. "Tell me, Little Shorty, are you here to end the world? Isn't that what the son of the whore is? The harbinger of death who first kills his own family-" a slap in the face, a punch to the gut, and Envy's arms never moved, it was his words that shot straight past all of his defenses and took his breath away- "and then turns on the world?"
Another shot, a bolt of painful electricity that stopped his heart, stopped his breath and shoved the pain of his knee away and demanded his attention, shackling another chain on his heart made of steel, and dropped it into the water.
"No," he hissed, voice painfully scratching his throat against the tears that were threatening to drown him, straining at the floodgates. "I'm not ... I'm nothing like you." He practically spat the last word, snarling at the homonculus that had him by the chin, refusing to let him look away.
"Oh? Nothing like me, huh?" A Cheshire grin, madness in the gesture, and Envy let go of his chin, slowly drawing his hand down over Edward's throat, over his chest and down over the top of his pants, rubbing lightly against the heat between his legs. Edward bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut finally to look away as his body responded against his will, and a humiliated flush covered his cheeks.
"If you're nothing like me, tell me then, Little Shorty," Envy practically purred, continuing to stroke Edward gently through the leather of his pants, causing his hips to buck no matter how hard he tried to stay still, "tell me why my words scare you more than my threats do. Isn't Truth the one thing that can bring you to your knees? Isn't Truth the one thing that you fear? So tell me why my words scare you if they aren't the Truth."
A shiver worked its way up his body and Edward shuddered under Envy's words and the attentions of his hand. Tears, hot and awful, slipped out the corners of his eyes and he tried lamely to curl his legs up to his chest. His leg kicked slightly and then protested painfully as his knee reminded him of its damaged state and he tried to scream, a pathetic whimper coming out of his throat instead.
"I'm right, aren't I?" Envy whispered, face pressed against the side of his, voice tenderly cruel. "And that's your only reason for hating me. Because I know we're exactly the same and you're too scared to look in the mirror." He tighted his hand against Edward's erection and the boy whimpered again, biting his bruised lip until it bled.
A whisper of a kiss against his ear and Envy stepped back, letting go of him, leaving him to hang from the chain that shackled his only arm helplessly, his automail tossed out of his reach with so much casual ease. Edward cracked his good eye open reluctantly to look at him, and instantly he wanted to thrash and kick and rail against the arrogance in his smirk as the younger son of Hohenheim hung helplessly before him.
"No, nothing like me," Envy said with a shrug and a laugh, then turned on his heel to leave. "But I guess I can take comfort in this much, Little Shorty." He didn't move, standing still, back to Edward as he spoke. "That I won't be the only one that won't be able to see anyone's face but the person I hate the most whenever I jerk off. Just a chemical reaction, kid, you can't ignore it. Have fun only seeing and only thinking of me next time you get yourself off."
With that, he walked out of the cold and empty hotel room, leaving its only inhabitant to scream and thrash against his bindings powerlessly.