Blasphemy Blue (blasphemy_blue) wrote in cemetery_things, @ 2007-12-13 09:33:00 |
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[ Fullmetal Alchemist ] Whispers
ONE of THIRTY for 30_kisses [ Original List ]
+ Title: Whispers
+ Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
+ Characters: (Human) Greed, Envy, Dante
+ Rating: NC-17
+Prompt: 1- Look Over Here
The wood of the shovel was rough against the soft skin of the boy’s hands. Splinters were digging into his palm and fingers, the pain a sensation he could barely feel in the chill air of night- He hadn’t remembered to get a jacket in his haste, and the one covering the body he had dragged all this way was cursed. He would touch it only once more, once he finished his grim task; to drag it into the hole in the earth where it belonged. His gold hair fell about his eyes in a mess of blood and sweat, steamy breath shifting away into the night sky as the scraping echoed among the silent trees. Even the animals had left this place, sensing the evil that had come upon them, but he didn’t care. The sooner he buried this monstrous man, the sooner he could return to the warmth of his home and his mother’s cosseting embrace…
“Hey, kid.”
He heard the summons, though he didn’t respond. The newest lover his mother had brought home was a hulk of a man, with a taste for bourgeois clothing and expensive cigars. A bottomless hole for a woman’s money, in the boy’s opinion, but saying so aloud would earn him a scolding or worse, depending on his mother’s mood. He simply ignored the man, wondering how long he would be lurking about in the house before his mother grew tired of the lechery and disposed of him.
“You deaf or something, kid? I’m talking to you!” The lover was beginning to sound angry. Perhaps he’d attempt to be violent and destroy something like the complete brute he seemed to be. Then she wouldn’t like him so much.
He was wrong, though. She came swooping in with a soft, delightful smile, her black curls and gentle manner taming the beast before he could break loose of his patience. “Karl, dear, pay no mind to William- He’s a quiet boy, likes to keep to himself.” She wrapped her arms around his large neck, eyes sparkling up at him like a girl enchanted.
‘William’ felt a bit sick at the sight, not to mention her words. She only called him by that name when they were in the company of strangers. The little green-haired, wiry creature he had become wasn’t her son anymore. She insisted on calling him ‘Envy’, now- a name he hated from the depths of his existence. He didn’t notice the irony of the title when he felt the welling jealousy of the attention his mother placed elsewhere. The kisses on her lovers’ cheeks, the doting touches and pleasant words, all were things that made his hair rise and stomach clench. Things that should have been reserved for his father…
“I don’t see how that thing is related to you, doll,” Karl practically purred the words, drawing her close to his chest and possessively running his hands over her. Envy felt a shiver in his spine at the look the man was giving him. Something was wrong, there. “Sure the father didn’t pull a quick one on you, Dante?”
She laughed, a sparkling sound that seemed to make the room shimmer with light and good spirits. “Don’t be silly. William is my own flesh and blood- though I’m sure any children we have will be far more beautiful.”
Killing something sounded like fun, at that instant. Envy slammed his book shut, sliding from the chair in a seething motion.
It was several days later when Envy saw the man again. He was lurking about the halls in the dead of night, sleepless and avoiding dreams of the darkness he couldn’t escape. After barely a half hour, he was drawn to the library, as he often was, bare feet padding along the carpet silently. The darkness didn’t keep him from seeing the hallway and furniture, though for some reason he couldn’t place it all seemed brighter tonight. Envy paused at the soft scent of smoke in the air, sniffing carefully. Someone had a candle lit nearby. The question was, who else would be up this late? He took a few steps toward the scent, glancing downward as he saw a crack of light beneath the door to the library. Strange, really, but he wasn’t going to let any simple maid keep him from his reading. Envy stepped through the doorway without a second thought, closing it behind him as carefully as he could and heading for his favorite armchair. The single candle was burning on one of the small tables before the hearth, but a few glances about the darkened corners of the room betrayed no one. He made a soft sound of irritation, stepping forward to snuff out the candle with his fingers. He’d have to tell mother about that, she’d make sure to catch the one who did it. They could have burned the whole house down. Envy moved to the hearth, carefully stoking the glowing coals with the poker and urging it into life. There- now he had just enough light to read by. The homunculus made a sound of contentment at the sudden warmth, straightening to go find a book when a familiar voice came from the armchair behind him.
“Bony lookin’ ass you have there, kid.” The low chuckle following the remark sent a dark shudder up Envy’s back, a mixture between anger and terror in the sensation. He should have been upstairs, in bed with Dante! Not down here, in the library. It was his place to be, the only place and time he could- Envy cut his own thoughts off with a low snarl, straightening stiffly. He kept his glare on the stone ahead of him, eyes narrowed in a deadly expression.
“Get out.” It was a frightening tone, almost as bone-chilling as his gaze, but Karl seemed less than affected by the command, simply laughing once more.
“What’s wrong with you? Something up your ass?” The lack of response obviously didn’t amuse him as much as his own questions did, and his laughter faded soon enough to be replaced with ominous silence.
“I told you to get out.” Envy spoke after a long pause, voice filled with ice and hatred. “Go upstairs, Karl, and get into bed with my mother where you belong.”
The larger man pushed himself up, standing and stretching with a rather loud noise. “Y’see, kid… I don’t feel like fuckin’ your mom tonight.” Envy bristled at the remark, but Karl continued with no regard to his reaction. “I feel like something a bit younger, y’know? More flexible, a bit tighter, if you know what I mean….” He laughed, that damn, disgusting laugh, and Envy wondered why the terror was beginning to grow into something just a bit more than the inkling it had been only minutes before. He just kept staring straight ahead, burning an imaginary hole in the wall that he could disappear through. Karl waited for some reaction to his statement, but when none came the man let out an animalistic sound, eyes narrowing in irritation. “Damn it, kid, you gonna say something or just sit there like a brick?” Envy continued his silence, slightly amused that the brute was so easily annoyed by his actions- or lack thereof. “Hey! Look at me!”
He kept his silence, but suddenly a heavy fist slammed into the back of his head, sending the homunculus reeling forward in surprise. He hadn’t even heard the man move, for God’s sake- Envy spun around in a flash of speed he didn’t know he possessed, striking out at his attacker out of pure instinct. Strange, how the speed of time can change. He saw the world move in slow motion as his kick was intercepted; leg caught in a rough hand and jerked upward sharply. Everything went back to normal in that instant, head slamming down on the floor with a sharp sound of pain even as it began to heal. Envy may have been fast, but with his inexperience in battle and the weight of the human suddenly holding him down it was impossible to use his agility. Karl was just breathing heavily, looking down on him in the orange glow of the firelight with and expression that reminded Envy of a dog in heat. Apparently the brute didn’t like that comparison, though, because when Envy snarled the words he received a sharp punch to the face. “You don’t know when to keep your mouth shut.” Envy looked away stubbornly, remaining silent as ever and hoping his mother’s horrible lover would leave him alone. Unfortunately, this only served to raise the man’s ire. “You don’t wanna fuckin’ look at me, then?! I’ll make you look, kid-”
The man wasted no time slamming the thin form beneath him into the floor yet again, this time face first, before settling his weight onto his back. Envy couldn’t see what he was doing, but the sound of ripping fabric was his only warning before part of Karl’s shirt was shoved in his mouth, ground between his teeth and gagging any sound as it was tied tightly behind his head. It tasted like sweat- Salty, with a hint of humanity and dark desires. His hands were bound behind his back with yet another tie, but only when Karl began to tear the clothing from his body did he realize there was something sinister at hand. He struggled as hard as he could, but it didn’t take the man long to subdue him with a few well-place blows. He unbuttoned his pants, then, forcing Envy’s legs apart and roughly stretching his anus with two harsh fingers.
The homunculus screamed like a banshee when the stiff erection tore his flesh into burning, bloody shreds- Karl thrust himself in until Envy finally stopped shrieking, until the blood that had dripped to the boy’s hand-chafed cock had dried into black scabs. It seemed to take him forever to get his full pleasure out of the boy, but when he finally released with a low groan, the world seemed to stop for a moment. Envy was breathing, but nothing else moved in this world- He was alone, and isolated from it all, and the pain in his body was quickly disappearing, but the shame wasn’t. The shame wasn’t disappearing at all.
He must have made it to his room by himself, at some point in time. Envy woke up with the familiar ceiling above him, the bed beneath him, and the lingering sensation in his chest that something was horribly wrong with the world. It was the late afternoon, the shadows on his bedroom wall said.; they were speaking to him, whispering words of reassurance as he climbed from the sheets. ”She left for business- You’re alone in the house,” and, ”Just a bit of it, giving in and letting your heart take care of everything…”
Perhaps he was imagining things, Envy thought, a rather vague consideration as he made his way down the main staircase. The shadows were creeping along like little people, crawling over each other in his wake, making squeals of anticipation and delight at something that was to come. He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore, come to think of it…
Envy found him in the study, digging through his mother’s papers and pocketing things. He looked like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but his snarled demand fell on deaf ears. Envy was busy listening. Listening, and learning, as a smile spread over his features, a coy, seductive expression that was tainted with unspeakable jealousy and hatred.
“Karl….” The man’s expression shifted to one of surprise at the boy’s purring tone, a smile reaching his face as he saw the look Envy was giving him. “Look over here.”
The slim fingers wrapped around the tie, pulling Karl close with a few twists to wrap the fabric around his hand. It took hardly any effort to pull him into a slow, careful kiss, a hand caressing the muscular chest and feeling its way toward his ribcage almost affectionately. Envy drew back after only a moment, a bare breath from the other’s face as sparks flashed about his hand. There was a sick, wet, squelching noise- Karl went as white as a ghost, the scent of blood filling the room as the life dripped from the hole in his chest that Envy had just created.
“I won’t let her love you more.” He hissed the words, almost lovingly as he squeezed the heart his fingers were wrapped around. “I will never let her love you… Or any other…” Envy tore it from its roots, then, leaving it to float free in the blood-filled cavity as Karl fell to the floor. The voices rose into a maniacal, joyful frenzy, but then they were gone.
Envy was alone with the corpse of his mother’s lover. His rapist.
The boy let out a soft, gasping whine of panic as the blood spread beneath his feet. What was he supposed to do now? What was he going to do now?
He dragged the body into the grave with little effort, flinching at the crackling sound it made when it landed on its neck on the cold earth. Envy buried it carefully, then, the light of dawn coming as he finally smoothed the dirt above the grave and covered it with the foliage of the ground around it. Nobody would be able to find it; nobody would ever know.
He made his way back to the house slowly, the shovel abandoned in the woods. The blood still spattered his clothing, dried by now, but he was certain he would be able to make it to his room before anyone saw him. He was certain, because they told him he could, and he believed them.
They were wrong.