FMA KINK MEME--LET THERE BE PORN

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Idea stolen from kore_haiga. Because it's a really good idea. (Original, for Bleach, found here. Also, a master list of the kink memes floating around can be found here.)

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Dante x Envy (Part 1)

[anonymous]

(I apologize in advance for the length. I didn't mean for it to be this long but... oh wow...)

For the thousandth time she had tried - and pleasurably failed - to stop grinning mischievously into the mirror at that dainty, fresh body she inhabited at last. “Exquisite,” Dante muttered to herself as her fingers stroked the smirk of desire that danced upon her lips. Without hesitation, her fingers played over her collarbone and through her smooth hair as she felt the crevices between her legs tingle with arousal for the first time in several decades. She had almost forgotten how to be so wicked. But not quite. The dirtiness of experiencing gratification through the body of a young girl made her excited beyond reason. She now wore Lyra’s youth like a dress of newly-discovered sensations, and one who purchases such an ornate piece of attire should test-drive its abilities immediately.

He was there, she knew. She felt his empty silhouette behind her at the stairway, though she did not see him nor did she turn to greet him. She knew his eyes had been watching her for several minutes, or perhaps even longer. He had always been like this, a homunculus who rarely ever made his presence entirely known to her, but as long as she’d known him, his eyes tended to linger on her in secret. Perhaps he believed he had tricked both of them into believing he didn’t care, but she was not one to be fooled so easily.

“You can stop hiding from me, Envy,” Dante turned her head ever so slightly and made eye contact with him. He let out a gruff and glanced away for a second before meeting her eyes again and taking a step forward into her bedroom. He had been secretly watching her for several hours in some strange form of fascination that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. His vague memory of a time before his creation recalled his master in a similar body when she had been known as his mother. But she, and he, were so far removed from that time and relationship; and now those memories ached so badly that he dared not remember them. But how could he forget that woman who had hugged him, who had fed him, who had held him in tears on his deathbed…

No. He couldn’t think about it anymore. “What about the transmutation circle you were carving out to destroy Greed later this evening?” Envy glared at Dante in an angry huff as he violently swept his past memories under the rug of his unconscious. No need for them now, when there were better and more vicious tasks to accomplish. Besides, he wasn’t human (as Dante had courteously pointed out several centuries ago) - he had no mother and no emotion, and to wallow in such foolishness was simply pathetic, even for him.

“Why, it’s finished,” Dante combed her hair back as she turned to Envy and took a few steps towards him.

“Don’t lie to me,” Envy’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t leave out his remains.”

Dante shrugged, set down her brush, and smirked widely at his petulant, needy facial expression. Being needed by him always stroked her ego. It assured her that she held all the cards regarding her control over him. He was a hard one to figure out, that Envy of hers, but once she had him figured out he became one of her most usable puppets.

“Don’t tell me!” Envy growled in paranoid frustration before she had a chance to answer. “You promised me you’d destroy that bastard! Don’t tell me you’re taking him back now!”

Well, well… jealous, are we not? Dante wished to say, but never dared. “Of course not,” Dante flipped her hair back flirtingly. “But this is equivalent exchange. You’re going to do something for me before I leave out his remains.”