Cryo loses her mind - Scar/Ed
Because I can't have anax's babies, I had to do something even more drastic to prove that I love him. (I hope your beta still wants this pairing, cause lord knows no one else does :D )
A/N: Be warned, this is not good fanfic, folks. It didn't actually end up giving me nightmares, but I expected it to. Consider it severely AU end-of-series at best, and possibly non-con depending on how deep you look. With a pairing this cracky, it's the best I could do. Sorry >.<
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The sand swept around everything, got into everything; it ate into all structures after a while. The sun was even worse, beating down on his back with a tangible presence, like some angry animal looming large over the horizon. Its breath picked up grit, whirled it madly to the heavens, and Scar tugged his face shield lower and struggled on eastward. Home. Almost home. The sand nipped his cheekbones, seeped into his traveling cloak, but his mood quickly lightened the closer he came.
Their tent stood hidden in a tiny corner of the valley, the kind of place one only found if one wasn't actually looking. It was a squat structure, only one room; the sort of place women went for their monthlies, or where animal keepers took their stock for the slaughter. An Unclean place. Its canvas walls billowed, and their after-image shimmered on the horizon, making it look for one moment like there was more than one person waiting for him at the entrance. Then it was gone, when he looked again, and when he squinted a third time even the real image was gone, leaving nothing but the door flaps fluttering in the breeze.
He parted them slowly and slipped through the entrance sideways, trying not to let any more of the desert wind in. Sand poured out of his cloak as he shook himself, dribbled out of his packages as he unfolded them onto the rug. A solitary figure looked back at him curiously, nearly unrecognizable in its swath of gray Ishvalite blankets.
"Did you get it?"
Scar tipped his head forward and pointed at his pack. No need to waste words when a gesture sufficed.
"Water."He said simply, and the boy nudged the basin at him absently, more interested in sifting through the chemicals Scar had brought. Scar bent his head to the vessel and sucked thirstily, reveling in the feel of moisture in his mouth again. It was brackish and alkali, but at least it was wet. He looked up and Ed was already hard at work again, sketching runes onto parchment as if his life depended on it. Delicate strokes, too curved to be an Ishvalite's Art, and the old hatred burned again in his belly like a night's meal gone sour. Alchemy. His great enemy, of old.
He ignored it, for the moment.
"I have something for you." He said eventually, and the boy turned to face him with an exasperated frown. Golden hair spilled out of his sand-hood like tendrils of sunlight; unnatural color that clashed hard against the Ishvalite clothing. It was another reminder he didn't belong there, a strange bird of paradise unaccustomed to the desert, and Scar was beseiged, as always, with a sudden xenophobia. He took a breath slowly, and waited to move til the vertigo went away.
He knelt down beside the boy and reached for his pack, searched deep within the side pockets for the small jar that lurked there. He fished it out carefully and clasped it firmly in his Cursed hand, then reached out to the boy with his other. Edward startled and stiffened, but said nothing.
"Here." He rumbled, and tugged the mismatched hood the rest of the way down, uncovering the boy's skinny shoulders. He was ripe with the scent of the almond oil he used, skin totally saturated in it in the futile effort to keep his skin from drying into a husk. And the heavy musk of boy underneath that, old sweat and rank virility that Scar could smell on his own body. He palmed the jar open effortlessly and balanced it against Edward's back.
"For your arm." Scar said, and dipped two fingers into the cream. They went numb almost immediately, and Edward quivered as Scar dragged the painkiller along his automail junction.
"Fuck." The boy cursed softly, then clammed up again. Somewhere deep in the bearings, the mechanical joint gritted over sand. Machines. Amestrians and their damned machines. Most of them blasphemous, all of them prone to malfunction when confronted by the sand.
Scar set the ointment aside and ran the lines of his curse over Ed's own, comparing the size and the nature of their brandings. His in writ; Ed's in metal. One limb gained; another limb lost. Ed's automail sagged strangely from his shoulder, locked out in a strange angle now that the nerves were all numbed around the port. He inhaled deeply once more, breathed in the stench of machine oil and almonds, and pressed his runed hand into the small of Ed's back.
Ed arched outwards violently with a low keening whimper; Scar wrapped his arm around the boy's waist and pulled him in closer.
"Nii-san." He whispered quietly, and the little form quavered unsteadily against his chest. Deep, hitching sob as his left hand ran lower, snaked beneath gray cloth to grasp at a nipple. Ed twisted against him but didn't bolt, just got up on his knees and held taught, like a bow-string.
"D-don't call me that..." Hissed angrily, but the words were lost in the squelching of sand. Ed spread his legs apart and squirmed just a little deeper into the carpet, sinking them both a little farther into the dune below. Scar held him fast and bit down on a pale shoulder, lapped at the tan lines that ran around Ed's neck. With time, even those would seem natural, and the sun might not burn so bad if Ed let himself tan long enough. Maybe he too, would turn brown. Scar thought he would like that.
Ed panted as Scar's lips continued to nibble across his neck, up behind his ears; whined as Scar's left hand reached lower to pet between his legs. He never quite relaxed into the large man's touch, merely shook and endured it. Scar frowned and increased the pressure from his right hand, watched as the boy gasped.
Ed's eyes slid shut.
And now that gold was gone, only the hair left to annoy him; Scar pressed his face into Ed's neck and chose to ignore it. It tickled over his face and blended with own, platinum over white...this close, it almost looked like they matched - and what was the sun good for, if not for bleaching? In a few more months, maybe they would. Scar reached up and twisted his fingers into the long, heavy plait, tugged the boy's head back until he could brush his mouth against Ed's cheek. The boy's skin was delectable, soft and satin-smooth, and the feel of it was soothing against his wind-chapped lips. He ran his left hand lower and cupped his hand between the alchemist's legs, molding his fingers around Ed's growing erection. Ed's hips jerked forward reflexively and Scar followed the motion, carried it through with a light, knowing squeeze. He slid his right hand down to Ed's hip and encouraged him to thrust, used his strength to start rocking the boy forward and back. The drab Ishval clothing rasped heavily across his forearm, but he held to his course and kept pressing down firmly, listening eagerly to the low, pleading noises he was eking out of Ed.
Panting. Flushed. Almost gone, if not for the skill of Scar's fingers. Ed cried out bitterly as Scar pulled back his hand, and his hips kept thrusting out for it as if searching for resistance. Scar rose slowly and circled to stand in front of him, always keeping at least one hand on Ed's shoulder. The alchemist looked up at him, and his gold eyes were hazy and dazzled, expression slack-jawed. Scar pushed his robes aside and freed himself slowly, watched the boy's face change as he came back into focus. Ed scowled and shook his head slightly, but the movement was unsteady and lacked conviction.
Scar only pushed his erection closer, rubbed the tip against the boy's lips. Ed opened his mouth silently and then there was a warm heat around his hardness, a heavenly tongue slipping over the head. Ed's eyes closed again, and Scar found himself reaching down for the cowl, wanting to pull it up over the boy's blasphemous hair. But then he wouldn't be able to SEE the way Ed looked as he did this, the way his mouth writhed and struggled to take in his length, and as wrong as it was he was riveted by the sight of the alchemist serving him, the harsh noises they made in the wet heat between them. He was thrusting before he ever came, holding Ed's head fast with his thrice-damned right arm, and let go with a cry that bordered on animal.
The alchemist slumped away the minute he let go, panting and shaking in a heap on the rug. Scar knelt down beside him and gathered him into his lap, stroked his sweat-drenched skin and fingered him beneath his robes. Ed's flagging erection came back fast under his careful touch, until the boy was rocking into his palm again eagerly, every movement begging for release.
"Nii-san." He breathed reverently, and bit at Ed's neck.
"Don't..." Ed moaned again, and a hot flash of anger went spiking through his body. He seized the alchemist's head with his right hand, pulls him taut against his chest as he shoves the left into Ed's pants. The boy squirms and whimpers, but does not protest as Scar works on his length.
"You would do this for him." He growled deep in the boy's ear. It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes." Ed sobbed, but it was hard to tell if he was answering or simply begging for more. His whole body was vibrating now, every muscle tensed and screaming against Scar's chest, and it only takes a few more strokes to have the boy crying a loud. One, two, three sharp squeezes; and then Ed is spasming upwards, helpless and gasping into Scar's embrace. He brought his hand up to his lips and lapped at it as Ed recovered, still mesmerized by the image of that innocent face twisted strangely in pleasure. He lowered his hand to the rug and rubs gently, scouring the rest of the stickiness away with some of the ubquitous sand. It scratched between his fingers and took all the filth away, until his tan skin was red with the cleansing irritation.
Ed stirred eventually, still avoiding Scar's eyes; Scar stroked him and watched as he tried to thrash to his knees.
"Let me up. Have to work." The alchemist choked, waving his automail limply at his research materials. Scar captured his hand and reeled him back into his embrace, and kissed the knobs on his automail as though they were real knuckles.
"Have to work..."
Scar gripped him tighter.
"You need to relax more, nii-san..." Scar whispered softly, almost lovingly, and Ed shuddered against him with sobs that just wouldn't bring tears. Outside, the dry wind continued howling, and the sand rose up to swallow sun and earth alike.
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The only consolation here is that, no, they did not have sex using the Conveniently Placed Jar of Ointment. I thought about it, but then I realized that numbing cream is probably about the LAST thing you want around sexual organs. Numbing sensation + genitals? No thank you :P
So yeah. What. The. Fuck.
A/N: Be warned, this is not good fanfic, folks. It didn't actually end up giving me nightmares, but I expected it to. Consider it severely AU end-of-series at best, and possibly non-con depending on how deep you look. With a pairing this cracky, it's the best I could do. Sorry >.<
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The sand swept around everything, got into everything; it ate into all structures after a while. The sun was even worse, beating down on his back with a tangible presence, like some angry animal looming large over the horizon. Its breath picked up grit, whirled it madly to the heavens, and Scar tugged his face shield lower and struggled on eastward. Home. Almost home. The sand nipped his cheekbones, seeped into his traveling cloak, but his mood quickly lightened the closer he came.
Their tent stood hidden in a tiny corner of the valley, the kind of place one only found if one wasn't actually looking. It was a squat structure, only one room; the sort of place women went for their monthlies, or where animal keepers took their stock for the slaughter. An Unclean place. Its canvas walls billowed, and their after-image shimmered on the horizon, making it look for one moment like there was more than one person waiting for him at the entrance. Then it was gone, when he looked again, and when he squinted a third time even the real image was gone, leaving nothing but the door flaps fluttering in the breeze.
He parted them slowly and slipped through the entrance sideways, trying not to let any more of the desert wind in. Sand poured out of his cloak as he shook himself, dribbled out of his packages as he unfolded them onto the rug. A solitary figure looked back at him curiously, nearly unrecognizable in its swath of gray Ishvalite blankets.
"Did you get it?"
Scar tipped his head forward and pointed at his pack. No need to waste words when a gesture sufficed.
"Water."He said simply, and the boy nudged the basin at him absently, more interested in sifting through the chemicals Scar had brought. Scar bent his head to the vessel and sucked thirstily, reveling in the feel of moisture in his mouth again. It was brackish and alkali, but at least it was wet. He looked up and Ed was already hard at work again, sketching runes onto parchment as if his life depended on it. Delicate strokes, too curved to be an Ishvalite's Art, and the old hatred burned again in his belly like a night's meal gone sour. Alchemy. His great enemy, of old.
He ignored it, for the moment.
"I have something for you." He said eventually, and the boy turned to face him with an exasperated frown. Golden hair spilled out of his sand-hood like tendrils of sunlight; unnatural color that clashed hard against the Ishvalite clothing. It was another reminder he didn't belong there, a strange bird of paradise unaccustomed to the desert, and Scar was beseiged, as always, with a sudden xenophobia. He took a breath slowly, and waited to move til the vertigo went away.
He knelt down beside the boy and reached for his pack, searched deep within the side pockets for the small jar that lurked there. He fished it out carefully and clasped it firmly in his Cursed hand, then reached out to the boy with his other. Edward startled and stiffened, but said nothing.
"Here." He rumbled, and tugged the mismatched hood the rest of the way down, uncovering the boy's skinny shoulders. He was ripe with the scent of the almond oil he used, skin totally saturated in it in the futile effort to keep his skin from drying into a husk. And the heavy musk of boy underneath that, old sweat and rank virility that Scar could smell on his own body. He palmed the jar open effortlessly and balanced it against Edward's back.
"For your arm." Scar said, and dipped two fingers into the cream. They went numb almost immediately, and Edward quivered as Scar dragged the painkiller along his automail junction.
"Fuck." The boy cursed softly, then clammed up again. Somewhere deep in the bearings, the mechanical joint gritted over sand. Machines. Amestrians and their damned machines. Most of them blasphemous, all of them prone to malfunction when confronted by the sand.
Scar set the ointment aside and ran the lines of his curse over Ed's own, comparing the size and the nature of their brandings. His in writ; Ed's in metal. One limb gained; another limb lost. Ed's automail sagged strangely from his shoulder, locked out in a strange angle now that the nerves were all numbed around the port. He inhaled deeply once more, breathed in the stench of machine oil and almonds, and pressed his runed hand into the small of Ed's back.
Ed arched outwards violently with a low keening whimper; Scar wrapped his arm around the boy's waist and pulled him in closer.
"Nii-san." He whispered quietly, and the little form quavered unsteadily against his chest. Deep, hitching sob as his left hand ran lower, snaked beneath gray cloth to grasp at a nipple. Ed twisted against him but didn't bolt, just got up on his knees and held taught, like a bow-string.
"D-don't call me that..." Hissed angrily, but the words were lost in the squelching of sand. Ed spread his legs apart and squirmed just a little deeper into the carpet, sinking them both a little farther into the dune below. Scar held him fast and bit down on a pale shoulder, lapped at the tan lines that ran around Ed's neck. With time, even those would seem natural, and the sun might not burn so bad if Ed let himself tan long enough. Maybe he too, would turn brown. Scar thought he would like that.
Ed panted as Scar's lips continued to nibble across his neck, up behind his ears; whined as Scar's left hand reached lower to pet between his legs. He never quite relaxed into the large man's touch, merely shook and endured it. Scar frowned and increased the pressure from his right hand, watched as the boy gasped.
Ed's eyes slid shut.
And now that gold was gone, only the hair left to annoy him; Scar pressed his face into Ed's neck and chose to ignore it. It tickled over his face and blended with own, platinum over white...this close, it almost looked like they matched - and what was the sun good for, if not for bleaching? In a few more months, maybe they would. Scar reached up and twisted his fingers into the long, heavy plait, tugged the boy's head back until he could brush his mouth against Ed's cheek. The boy's skin was delectable, soft and satin-smooth, and the feel of it was soothing against his wind-chapped lips. He ran his left hand lower and cupped his hand between the alchemist's legs, molding his fingers around Ed's growing erection. Ed's hips jerked forward reflexively and Scar followed the motion, carried it through with a light, knowing squeeze. He slid his right hand down to Ed's hip and encouraged him to thrust, used his strength to start rocking the boy forward and back. The drab Ishval clothing rasped heavily across his forearm, but he held to his course and kept pressing down firmly, listening eagerly to the low, pleading noises he was eking out of Ed.
Panting. Flushed. Almost gone, if not for the skill of Scar's fingers. Ed cried out bitterly as Scar pulled back his hand, and his hips kept thrusting out for it as if searching for resistance. Scar rose slowly and circled to stand in front of him, always keeping at least one hand on Ed's shoulder. The alchemist looked up at him, and his gold eyes were hazy and dazzled, expression slack-jawed. Scar pushed his robes aside and freed himself slowly, watched the boy's face change as he came back into focus. Ed scowled and shook his head slightly, but the movement was unsteady and lacked conviction.
Scar only pushed his erection closer, rubbed the tip against the boy's lips. Ed opened his mouth silently and then there was a warm heat around his hardness, a heavenly tongue slipping over the head. Ed's eyes closed again, and Scar found himself reaching down for the cowl, wanting to pull it up over the boy's blasphemous hair. But then he wouldn't be able to SEE the way Ed looked as he did this, the way his mouth writhed and struggled to take in his length, and as wrong as it was he was riveted by the sight of the alchemist serving him, the harsh noises they made in the wet heat between them. He was thrusting before he ever came, holding Ed's head fast with his thrice-damned right arm, and let go with a cry that bordered on animal.
The alchemist slumped away the minute he let go, panting and shaking in a heap on the rug. Scar knelt down beside him and gathered him into his lap, stroked his sweat-drenched skin and fingered him beneath his robes. Ed's flagging erection came back fast under his careful touch, until the boy was rocking into his palm again eagerly, every movement begging for release.
"Nii-san." He breathed reverently, and bit at Ed's neck.
"Don't..." Ed moaned again, and a hot flash of anger went spiking through his body. He seized the alchemist's head with his right hand, pulls him taut against his chest as he shoves the left into Ed's pants. The boy squirms and whimpers, but does not protest as Scar works on his length.
"You would do this for him." He growled deep in the boy's ear. It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes." Ed sobbed, but it was hard to tell if he was answering or simply begging for more. His whole body was vibrating now, every muscle tensed and screaming against Scar's chest, and it only takes a few more strokes to have the boy crying a loud. One, two, three sharp squeezes; and then Ed is spasming upwards, helpless and gasping into Scar's embrace. He brought his hand up to his lips and lapped at it as Ed recovered, still mesmerized by the image of that innocent face twisted strangely in pleasure. He lowered his hand to the rug and rubs gently, scouring the rest of the stickiness away with some of the ubquitous sand. It scratched between his fingers and took all the filth away, until his tan skin was red with the cleansing irritation.
Ed stirred eventually, still avoiding Scar's eyes; Scar stroked him and watched as he tried to thrash to his knees.
"Let me up. Have to work." The alchemist choked, waving his automail limply at his research materials. Scar captured his hand and reeled him back into his embrace, and kissed the knobs on his automail as though they were real knuckles.
"Have to work..."
Scar gripped him tighter.
"You need to relax more, nii-san..." Scar whispered softly, almost lovingly, and Ed shuddered against him with sobs that just wouldn't bring tears. Outside, the dry wind continued howling, and the sand rose up to swallow sun and earth alike.
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The only consolation here is that, no, they did not have sex using the Conveniently Placed Jar of Ointment. I thought about it, but then I realized that numbing cream is probably about the LAST thing you want around sexual organs. Numbing sensation + genitals? No thank you :P
So yeah. What. The. Fuck.