[envyxed; nc-17] Eclipse Title: Eclipse Pairing: Envy/Ed Canon: anime Genre: Profound allegory of the cosmos. ...oh, who am I kidding? It's practically plotless smut, okay? Author:emilie_burns Rating: NC-17 Wordcount: 1458 Warnings: Yaoi, pseudo-noncon hate!sex, and end of series spoilers. If you know the Elric backstory spoilers, you also know what other warnings to insert here. Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist (Hagane no Renkinjutsushi) is copyrighted by Hiromu Arakawa/Square Enix. This is a work of fanfiction for personal entertainment only. Notes: Featuring "mirror", #2 of the 15 EnvyxEd single word themes. I'd feel remiss if I posted this without mentioning another source of inspiration: while poking around this idea, my mind kept twisting back to the dynamics between them presented in Lykomancer's fic, "Seem the Saint, Play the Sinner". Thanks to yuuo for beta and encouragement. Summary:For the time being, it was a solar eclipse, and the moon dominated the light of the golden child, that beautiful and hated chosen one. Original LJ Post Date: January 26, 2006 @ EnvyEdo
"A beast of prey I am, Trapped in a human abattoir. I devastate emotional ground, What I adore, I despise. I rape your soul and suck you out, 'Til I look into frightened eyes." - Evereve; "The Eclipse Of The Seventh Sun"
Whenever their paths crossed, it was an event, a battle of cosmic proportions. The winner varied. Sometimes, the moon would eclipse the sun, plunging the world into darkness and chaos. Sometimes, an indistinct something would cross over the face of the sun, dimming the moonlight into an eerie red. Blood red. Bruise red. And he simultaneously hated and loved those moments, those lunar eclipses, those bitter reminders that his own light, his own obsessions and drives and that gnawing craving for him were a reflection of the sun.
The sun, the golden boy whose life would continue to burn its way through the cosmos with or without him. His orbit, his galaxy was his brother. Not him. And there were moments, dark and dangerous and sweet like poisoned honey, where Envy considered destroying that bloodseal and making him his. Completely.
But they were only brief moments in the darkest hours. He never could, not because of any moral qualms or liking for the younger of the two, but because he knew it would shatter the sun, a supernova leaving a black hole, a vaccuum of nothingness. So he gritted his teeth and fought and kicked and bit and screamed and fucked him, hard enough in the hopes that for however long his body was his, his mind was his as well. For just a few hours of being the sun's orbit, the sun's galaxy.
Maybe next time, it would be a moment of a lunar eclipse, a moment where the sun grew dark, blotted away by something obscure and dangerous, making the moon weaker in turn. A blood red darkness, impenetrably deep, a blood light that left the nerves tingling and teeth chattering and flesh slick with sweat. But not now. Not tonight. For the time being, it was a solar eclipse, and the moon dominated the light of the golden child, that beautiful and hated chosen one.
The house was empty; there had been indications of the owners being absent on vacation, and in the day prior, Envy had amused himself while waiting with thoughts of what surprise they would feel upon the discovery of his plans for the residence. Those long hours, waiting for the perfect chance to pounce the younger boy, the living boy, that breathing, burning sun. The waiting was over now, as well as the question of who would eclipse whom in that encounter.
The body pressed beneath him, pinned to the table, writhed and struggled against each thrust. His skin burned, hot with life, with fire, like the sun itself scalding the frozen moon. Not just his skin; his core was molten, far hotter than the surface, and it was its own brand of exquisite agony as Envy buried himself inside the young alchemist.
Envy curled his fingers in the silky sunbeams, that golden hair, and yanked back hard in coordination with a particularly powerful thrust; hard enough to entice a gritted yelp from Edward. The alchemist's muscles clenched and tightened in response, and Envy hissed with pleasure, leaning forward over him and biting down onto the younger man's sensitive back.
"You like it when I do that, Shorty?" Envy purred, licking the blood drawn by his teeth.
"Go get hit by a train, asshole," Ed retorted, and with a surprising burst of energy, pushed against the table to try to throw him off.
Envy pinned him again in response, jerking his hair so that his neck was bent almost completely back, and thrust into him. The table screeched, wood on wood, and Envy nipped his back harder. "Nuh-uh, where do you think you're going?" His tongue traced his way up to the blond's ear, which he teased and sucked with a paradoxical gentleness, and in the reflection of the mirror on the wall, he met those burning, golden eyes. "You can leave all you want, but you'll never escape. You're mine." His hips underscored the intensity behind his words. "You'll be mine until I kill you."
"You're dead, Envy." His voice trembled with an erotic blend of rage and lust, echoed in his gaze.
"Very astute of you to notice." Envy never broke the eye contact they maintained through the reflective glass, and kept his grip on his hair. No words were spoken for several more thrusts, and Envy reached around the heated body to wrap his chilled fingers around his cock. Ed shuddered as the touch drew a soft, hollow moan past unwilling lips, and the sense of victory was like a drunken rush.
"Did you ever stop to think about who it is that's dead?" Envy continued, watching the sensual battle of lust and hatred war across the blond's face. "Did you ever stop to think about who you've been fucking" -- an especially hard thrust ensured Ed's attention while Envy stroked his erect cock -- "or who's fucking you?"
"Yeah, a sick sonuvabitch who I'd rather see dead once and for all." Ed pushed back against him and Envy closed his eyes for a brief moment as he fought back his climax, teased almost to the breaking point by the way he writhed against him. Envy tightened his grip, stroking the alchemist with expert ease until the table threatened to splinter and crack under the automail fingertips.
"Is that all, little Shorty?" Envy asked, once he had control of the situation again. He stared into the sun through the mirror, and grinned wickedly. "I think you need a reminder."
"A reminder of what?" Most of the rage had fled his voice; it was raw need and hunger now as Envy's fingers brought him closer to climax, as he pressed his hips back to meet his thrusts.
Envy forced his head down, making Ed break his gaze from the mirror. The alchemist tensed at the recognizable sound and crackle of energy as Envy transformed, and the sin hissed and tugged his hair, using every ounce of willpower to keep from moaning, from giving into the climax nearly triggered by the tightened muscles. Once his breath was somewhat steady again, he jerked his head up, forcing their gazes to meet through the mirror.
"You're not just fucking your enemy, Shorty," Envy snarled, feeling drunk on the power as he stared at Ed with disturbingly identical eyes. A face familiar, too familiar, was what Edward saw. "You're getting off on my cock, my hand, my touch, me."
That was the final straw. Ed tried to bite back a strained noise, a snarl, as he climaxed, and this time, the automail fingers splayed out over the wooden tabletop did splinter the wood. The feel of the pulsing muscles, the sight of that beautiful, hated face contorted in bitter orgasm, drowned Envy under the heat, searing him for just a few brilliant moments with the sun, with life, with living as his own chill spilled into the sun's molten core, consumed by it.
His hand did not release the painful, tight grip on the alchemist's hair, nor did he withdraw from him even as the muscles slackened in the aftermath. They remained like that, locked together, frost against fire, chill against heat, moon against sun, flesh against flesh, as heartrates steadied and breathing evened out.
Finally, Envy lifted his head as he changed back into his preferred form. "But you do know," he whispered, and licked Ed's ear slowly. "Don't you? Deep down inside, you know. And that's why you love it, isn't it? That it's your brother you're fucking, your brother's cock inside you, it's his come you lick off your lips. It's mine."
Edward said nothing, but the fiery rage in his reflected glare confirmed every word. Envy grinned, and bit his shoulder. Good. Ed would never touch his sainted, holy brother, but Envy? The sin was the alpha and omega of his hatred and desires. Envy had a piece of him which would never belong to the youngest of them. And with the image of his history, his origins, the knowledge of who they were to one another seared into the alchemist's mind, Envy was certain now that the knowledge would be a shadow over Ed's interaction with the younger one. Loving one brother while fucking another.
"Mine," Envy hissed once more, then without a single indication of what was coming, he cracked Edward's forehead down against the tabletop, rendering him unconscious. That little bit of play had sparked the blond's adrenaline, and Envy was in no mood to risk losing an encounter at the moment. He would wake up soon enough anyway, the day's events sealed with his defeat.
He released him, pulling out of his body, stepping back and letting the unconscious form slump to the floor. Without a single glance backward, Envy reformed his attire and left.
"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark." - Pink Floyd, "Eclipse"