lykomancer | I give up on this thing for a while

Working Title: Cat's Cradle
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Envy/Ed/Wrath
Rating: Eventual NC-17
Warnings: Bondage, Noncon, Language, Pedophilia
Spoilers: Not yet
Status: Incomplete

Notes: I don't know what to do with this. I don't want to abandon it, but it's a real bitch to write. Any suggestions aould be greatly appreciated. I figure I'll post what I have done, at least.

Ed struggled to push aside the black velvet curtain of unconsciousness, the fabric of it soft, seductive, and heavy against him as he fought to open his eyes and assess where he was and what had happened to him; it slid over him and seemed to entangle his limbs with slow, aching lethargy. It was so difficult to move...

Aching... Yes, that was right; he became aware of the throbbing waves of dull pain that crashed over him and made it difficult for him to maintain his concentration. The bruised feel of his muscles reminded him unpleasantly of the squishiness of battered fruit and made his stomach churn queasily, as did the undeniable fear that wove through him like the sweet, pure pitch of a clarinet rising above the rest of the orchestra as he scrabbled awkwardly toward awareness.

The last thing he could remember clearly was chasing Wrath down a claustrophobically small alleyway, gaining steadily. The small homunculus had turned abruptly and bared his teeth in an evil grin, and then Ed's world had gone dark.

The odds were high that he'd been ambushed, and was now somewhere he did not want to be.

He groaned, golden eyes rolling open slowly to see what flavor of hell was waiting for him. He couldn't focus for a moment, then everything became clear.

Too clear.

The floor had been warped as if by a mad alchemist into stony vine-like constructions that twisted around his calves, bracing him in an upright spread-leg position, and the ceiling was similarly transmuted and was wrapped around his arms; the over-all effect, Ed noted grimly, was much like being mounted on a St. Andrew's cross.

Wrath was crouched like a small, angry cat near his feet, watching him intensely with the one purple eye not covered by his untamable mass of hair, and Ed could only wonder how long the inhuman child had been waiting for him to regain consciousness.

"Let me down right now!" Ed snarled, glaring downward and not expecting much in the way of results. "You little limb-stealing bastard!"

A sharp, not-quite-sane smile slashed across Wrath's youthful face, turning it into a caricature of childish delight. "No," he said, the tone low and growling but altogether too amused for Ed's comfort. "I think you're fine just where you are."

Ed threw his body weight around violently, ignoring the jolts of pain it sent rattling down his spine and the throbbing of his tenderized muscles. He let out a vicious stream of expletives, qualified by a number of colorful adjectives.

The transmuted stonework held firm and abraded the skin of his flesh arm and leg. Wrath only grinned harder as he stood up. He didn't take his eye off of Ed, but only cocked his head slightly to acknowledge the presence lurking in the shadows and watching.

"What do you think, Envy?"

Ed's face contorted into an expression of rage and dismay at the name, twisting himself awkwardly to scowl at the other homunculus. "You...!"

Envy stepped closer to his protegee and their victim, his arms folded across his chest.

"I don't know why you're surprised, Shorty," he practically purred, all sleek smugness and smiles. One half-gloved hand dropped to the top of Wrath's head, the long fingers weaving into the thick dark mane with casual familiarity, and the boy lifted his head to the touch like a half-tame animal, his eye narrowing in pleasure. His nose grazed the soft flesh of Envy's wrist, and his tongue flicked out-- small and pink as a kitten's-- to lick the pale skin. "You know I wouldn't miss seeing you like this."

"You can go to hell and rot, you miserable bastard!" Ed retorted, still unsuccessfully trying to pull his automail limbs free from their stony bindings. His struggles only seemed to amuse the two homunculi-- who were regarding him with twin grins-- and further exhaust him.

"I live in perpetual hell, Shorty," Envy hissed through his teeth, the grin suddenly turning cruel. "Thanks to you and that bastard who fathered you." He moved away from Wrath and pressed close to Ed, leaning down into his face. "And I will make sure that your life is no better." His hand snaked up and grabbed the blond's jaw in a savage grip, and Ed winced, feeling each inhumanly strong finger digging into his skin. He wanted to respond, but he found that it's hard to make a snappy come-back when the lower half of your face is being held captive by a vengeful homunculus. Instead, he furrowed his brow into a terrible glare and snarled, knowing full-well that he didn't actually need to say anything; Envy knew how he felt.

The Sin's eyes bored into Ed's . "You fight," he murmured, and he was so close that the alchemist could feel the moisture of his breath against his lips; he longed to twist his head away from this hatefully intimate contact. "I like that. I like it when you struggle. I like seeing you squirm so helplessly. Your fear satisfies me like nothing else."

"Sh-- Shut up," Ed ground out, barely able to form the words through the distorting pressure of Envy's hand. "I...I'm not..."

"Not afraid?" The homunculus laughed, throwing back his head. "Yes, you are." He cuddled up against the blond boy's face again, sliding his nose against Ed's; the butterfly delicate wisps of his eyelashes brushed against his brow. "Oh...yes. I can smell your fear." He tipped his head, his lips brushing against his captive's, who made a low noise of disgust and anger.

Ed cursed, saliva spraying from his clenched teeth, and his stomach rolled as Envy's tongue flicked out to clean the droplets from his face. It was all too clear how much the Sin enjoyed his vulnerability and anxiety; he could feel the physical proof of his sadistic pleasure pressing against his belly-- he homunculus's erection was as hard as automail. He flinched back as far as he could despite Envy's fingers bruising his cheeks, trying to sink further into the stone as the Sin pressed his broad mouth to his roughly, kissing him hard. He slammed his teeth down, trying to block access, and the chalybeate taste of blood washed over his tongue.

Ed gagged and Envy pulled back, smiling faintly, seeming to enjoy the sharp pain of his bitten lips and the red waters that now painted them.

"Oh, Shorty..." he breathed, the violet eyes half-lidded, "...tonight I will make you embrace pain; I will make you love it. I will break you into pieces and rebuild you, component by component, until you live for my pleasure."

"No fucking way in hell!" Ed swore, spitting the homunculus's inhuman blood from his mouth and twisting to wipe his mouth on his shoulder. "The only thing you can do is try, and I swear, I'll fucking kill you if you do."

"Hmmm." Envy's smile widened, and he reached out to run his fingers down Ed's chest lightly, drawing a shiver out of the boy. He suddenly gripped the black shirt tightly and yanked until the fabric began to tear down the back; Ed was forced forward against the stone tentacles holding him in place and abrading his skin, and he could feel sticky wetness beginning to drip down his arm and foot.

Wrath scowled, his brow furrowing, obviously disliking being ignored this long. He fidgeted restlessly, then finally broke out: "Envy! What do you think you're doing? I thought we were going to kill him!"

Envy glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing. "What do I think I'm doing?" he repeated, a dangerous amount of incredulousness creeping into his tone. "I think I am doing whatever I want, and I don't think you..." he turned abruptly away from Ed, the torn black shirt fluttering from his fingers, "...have any right to question me. You got that?" He tossed his mane of hair with a casual flick of his wrist, regaining a measure of calm as Wrath took an involuntary step back, fear flickering deep in his visible eye. "Besides..." he shrugged. "It's more fun to play with him first, and then kill him. Don't you know anything?"