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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fullmetal_Alchemist_(Anime_2003)
  Relationship:
      Envy/Alphonse_Elric
  Character:
      Envy_(Fullmetal_Alchemist), Alphonse_Elric
  Additional Tags:
      Tentacle_Rape, Mentions_of_previous_Beastiality, Alphonse_is_not_having_a
      good_return_to_having_a_human_body_in_this
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-30 Words: 1595
****** Hush for the Walk of Knives ******
by Skeren
Summary
     Envy saw no reason to pass up an opportunity to play.
Notes
     This was written July of 2006.
Scrubbing at his skin didn't make him feel any better. Even after his skin was
raw and red, his taste buds dulled from too much toothpaste, it still wasn't
enough.
Now, leaning his hands against the shower wall as almost too hot water beat his
shoulders, he could still feel them. The touches and phantom sensations that
had been plaguing his nightmares for weeks, worked their way over his skin,
smooth and cool, manned by intelligence that was human though little else about
the feeling was. He quickly turned off the tap when nausea wasn't his only
response. He refused to consider that warmth as anything positive, anything
good or pleasurable. He wasn't that twisted. It was just the heat of the water.
There was little time wasted on drying off, the teen's eyes avoiding the mirror
as he hurried past into his bedroom. The marks had healed, but if he looked in
the mirror, they would still be there, still mark him with their presence. Just
like the taste and...
He cut himself off from thinking anything further along those lines with a
shudder, shaking his head sharply. The action made his long hair flick,
smacking against his upper back in a cold, wet wave. He didn't notice. Bathing
was a mixed blessing that he indulged in too often for that sensation to stand
out from any others.
So busy was he with trying to blank his mind, he didn't hear the near silent
slide of the window. The light steps that followed were absorbed into the thin
carpet, barely a whisper to his ears. The sounds should have garnered notice,
put him on guard... but he was too distracted to notice them.
Alphonse didn't share his room, and he hadn't since his brother had
disappeared. Now that he alone was in the military though... the idea of having
a roommate that was some stranger unnerved him terribly. There was a time when
it hadn't, but that had passed with the nights of sleeping soundly.
The first indicator to make him realize he wasn't alone was chilled fingertips
against his damp back.
Startling horribly, the blond twisted around, only to see that there appeared
to be nothing behind him. That didn't stop the shudder that ran down his spine,
and it certainly didn't make him feel any better.
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It was almost too easy to sneak up on the brat. A little touch and the boy was
already a mess. Sure, he understood why that would be the case, but still, he
couldn't remember the boy being so jumpy when he'd been a tin man.
Moving out of the shadows he'd ducked into when the blond had turned, he was
rewarded by a startled yelp. One quick look into his eyes and it was obvious
that the boy really didn't remember him. After all, it would be just horrible
if the little bastard had only forgotten him. It hadn't been long enough for
something like that to happen, if it even could.
"You're looking a little twitchy there. Should I have waited until you were
dressed?" The amused smirk on his face only grew wider when the grey-eyed teen
backed swiftly into his closet, clearly trying to collect himself.
If the tremor in his voice was any indication, it wasn't working. "Who are
you?"
"You mean you don't remember? I'm hurt! How could you forget the person who
killed your brother?" The playful tone got the anger he was after, and the
words got the desired shock, perfect. "What, didn't anyone tell you that your
brother was dead Alphonse? I suppose that makes sense, since the military just
wanted to use you, not help you when you needed it. Just like with that
chimera, right? The one that... you got so close to?"
It was just too perfect the way that the boy nearly collapsed in on himself,
shaking his head in a futile denial over his brother even as he paled over the
fact that, oh my, someone knew. "Liar! My brother is not dead! I know he's not
dead!" Then the boy lunged, and he found himself with a lapful of crying,
violent Elric as he got to look at the room from a new angle.
"Maybe, maybe not, I was there. But then, so were you. As to the other...
you're not denying that I see." Pale hands moved, grabbing the alchemist's
wrists, stopping him from leaving any more bruises on quick healing skin. "Not
denying that they didn't help you, that they left you to the touch of a
demented chimera for your first time."
The way the brat froze let him know he'd been heard, grey eyes fixed on him in
horrified silence. It wouldn't be long before he realized that he couldn't get
his hands away, Envy could tell. He just needed to get a little momentum going.
"That thing must have done a number on you, fucking you from all angles, making
it hard for you to breathe? You must still think about those slimy bits that it
touched you with. I think, since I'm feeling generous, I'll give you something
a little different to think about." He tightened his hands, outraged shock
streaking across that pretty face as the blond forgot, for the moment, what
he'd told him just a few moments before.
"You aren't going to do anything! I don't even know who you are, so let go of
me!" A forceful jerk brought Envy to a sitting position, and he felt his
eyebrow raise, but the alchemist didn't get his wrists free of the grip.
"I think you misunderstand me." The distinctive crackle of alchemy filled the
air before he moved his new appendages to slide around the teen's legs from
knee to ankle in a slick coil. "I'm going give you something else to think
about, and I don't take kindly to people rejecting my generosity."
"What are you-" He cut himself off from the indignant words with a little
shriek as the scales of the coils moved along his skin in a motion that likely
felt horribly familiar. "No! What are you doing? How can you- It's not
possible! What are you?" The words were panicked, spoken too quickly as the
teen started to thrash.
Pleased over the reaction, Envy decided to toy with him instead of using his
full strength. More of the slender, black and skin colored coils were brought
from inside his body, the scaled limbs replacing his hands on already reddened
wrists as another slid up the teen's back. One hand, now free of how he'd been
holding onto the alchemist, slid up to curl around Alphonse's neck as a harsh,
evil little smile crossed his face. "You already know the answer to that. You
shouldn't need to ask me."
Leaning up so that violet was even with grey, the sin nipped at the blond's
lower lip. The action caused another bout of thrashing, which a quick yank of
the agile appendages quickly stilled, and Envy tightened his grip enough that
the little protesting words that the alchemist had been trying to form were
abruptly cut off.
"You should really stop making this so hard on yourself. I'm not like that
beast that had its fun with you. I can plan my every move so well that you
won't get a chance to get away, and you can't just make me die when it's done."
The slide of tentacles around the teen tightened, and another coiled around his
torso, flicking up along Alphonse's bare crotch. He was a bit amused that
despite the protests, the boy was already starting to react to him, to be
aroused by this treatment. "What's this now? Maybe that chimera did more than I
thought to that head of yours."
Deciding he didn't want to deal with a bout of renewed protesting that would go
with the thrashing that had started back up, Envy ducked in to kiss the boy
roughly, the action more teeth than tongue, making the blond's lips bleed under
the force of the assault. He almost laughed when it drew a whimpering moan from
the alchemist, and he just pressed into it, lapping at the blood in an
intentionally obscene manner. The other hand, the one still free of use, slid
down along Alphonse's back, avoiding his own appendages with a staggered
scratch that he kept in tandem to the scales of the agile limb moving across
the younger male's nipple. He was determined to bring him to full arousal.
It was amusing how little time it took to reach that particular goal. Amusing
enough even that he decided to take the game further, from taunting to pushing
at a place that was no longer as private to the teen as it once had been,
wanting to feel what it was that the chimera had indulged in. His appendages
weren't slick but he slid a scaled limb into the unprepared entrance anyway.
The scream under his lips tasted beautiful.
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Oddly, taking the teen in that most inhuman fashion made the sin feel more
human than he had for a very long time. Unfortunately for Alphonse, this was a
bad thing. The sin didn't leave for hours, never coming, just making the young
alchemist come again, and again, until he just couldn't move anymore. Not dead,
not at all, but the boy wasn't going to be getting out of bed for a rather long
while.
It did get the desired effect in the end though. Alphonse stopped thinking
about the chimera.
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