All That Glitters - Dante/Lust - R
Title: All That Glitters
Author: theladyfeylene
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Dante/Lust
Rating: R
Prompt: Shiny
Word Count: 1048
Spoilers: Full Series Spoilers
Summary: Glass often shined more brightly than diamond - glass was worth less and needed its glitter to catch the eye.
Resting on the oak dining room table was a large, gaudy piece of costume jewelry. The chain was gold, though a keen eye could easily see it was merely gold plated. The stone that hung from the chain was blue. Not soft blue or ocean blue, but the blue of a summer sky at twilight. It caught the candlelight and glowed, sending out multicolored sparks and twinkles. Dozens of similar pieces could be found in market places and cheap jewelry stores all over Amestris.
Dante stared at it. She had no love for costume jewelry - why settle for a cheap imitation? - but it was a pretty enough piece. She had found it in an old jewelry box, nestled among diamonds and rubies and amethysts. It had shined brighter than the others, as glass so often did.
She wasn’t certain why she’d taken the thing out. She couldn’t even remember where it came from - perhaps from Greed, when he had been human and her husband. He had been a gambler and a womanizer and prone to drink, and he had had no eye for expensive things. Until she had taught him, of course.
It was a piece of junk. A pretty piece of junk, but a piece of junk. Dante sighed and twirled her finger in the chain.
“Master? You wished to see me?”
“Ah, Lust.” Dante looked up, her finger still twined in the gold-plated chain. She was quite proud of Lust, really. Such an exquisite beauty, and so well trained in using her body. She had come a long way from when Dante first found her in the sands of Ishbal, a screaming and twisted thing. The Ishbalan who made her had been quite talented. A pity he’d died, he could have been quite useful. Dante’s lips curved up in a smirk. How easy it would have been, to manipulate him with Lust. And how pleasing to watch! He would have been the perfect tool.
It was rather tragic that his brother lacked that promise. But a flawed tool was still a tool.
“Yes, master?”
So obedient, so subservient. Dante knew it was all an act. But it was a good one, and she would play along until Lust became dangerous.
She couldn’t remember why she’d called the homunculus in. The memory became spotted, after so many years. But here Lust was, and it would be foolish to send her away with nothing.
Dante’s eyes fell to the costume jewelry. There were hints of violet in the deep blue stone. Had her eyes been blue, when she married Greed? She couldn’t remember. His eyes had been blue.
“Come here, Lust.” Dante stood, the chain wrapped about her fingers and pulling the stone off of the table. It dangled from her fingers, twisting and spinning and covering the wall in crystalline flecks of blue and violet.
“Of all the Lusts I have had,” Dante said, watching as the woman moved closer to her. Even here, Lust moved like a snake. Sleek and sinuous and undulating. She was made for pleasures of the flesh, made for desire. “Of all the Lusts, you are by far the most beautiful.”
“Am I?”
“Oh yes.” A pity she was a homunculus, her body would be perfect. Dante ran a hand through Lust’s black hair, caressing the heavy waves. Lust said nothing. She stood like a statue, her bone-white skin marred only by the patterns of color that stone in Dante’s hand threw off. She was the most beautiful of the Lusts. Dante could not have made her better if the homunculus had been carved from marble and given life. She was flawless. Some small part of Dante was envious of the creature’s beauty. There was no mortal woman who could ever hope to compare to Lust’s crystalline elegance.
“A pity your talents must be wasted on foolish alchemists.” Dante cupped Lust’s cheek in one hand, feeling the smooth softness of her flesh. A woman such as Lust deserved to be on the arm of a handsome and powerful man. But Lust was a tool, when all was said and done. An exquisite tool, but a tool nonetheless. Perhaps, if Lust was very good, Dante would find her a wealthy politician or general. Perhaps she would even give the woman to Pride - one could do worse than the Fuhrer of Amestris, after all. And it would kill two birds with one stone, as Pride deserved a reward for his loyalty.
“I go where you send me,” Lust murmured. Dante nodded. Yes, perhaps she would be given to Pride. They would make a striking couple.
“Here.” Dante lifted her hand, the chain sliding across Lust’s bare skin. She fastened the chain about her neck and settled the stone between her breasts. Such perfect breasts. If things were different, Dante would be tempted to keep Lust for herself. She could so easily see the woman pressed between herself and Hohenheim - who she would find and have again. Surely her first lover would appreciate the ice-cold perfection of Lust. Would he watch, she wondered. Watch as Dante twined her naked body about Lust’s, watch as they kissed, stroked, pleasured one another.
A small sigh escaped the alchemist’s lips. She closed her eyes and pressed her body against Lust’s, and she was pleased when the homunculus pressed back. Lust knew her place. She grabbed Lust’s wrist, pulled the taller woman’s hand beneath her skirt and pressed it between her legs.
“Here,” she hissed, tipping back her head as Lust stroked her, slim fingers sliding along her slick flesh. She arched her back and was rewarded with the delicately sensual sensation of Lust’s lips on her breasts, sucking and licking through the fabric of her dress.
She found her peak quickly, Lust’s fingers talented and forceful. The gleaming glass pendant swung between Lust’s breasts, splintering light and painting their skin with liquid color. It caught the hues of Lust’s eyes and made them gleam. Lust’s lips were parted, sensual, wet and slick and Dante kissed them hungrily. She tasted like ice, the kind that burned.
Dante adjusted her skirt and watched Lust through heavy-lidded eyes. Sometimes, an imitation surpassed the real thing.
Author: theladyfeylene
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Dante/Lust
Rating: R
Prompt: Shiny
Word Count: 1048
Spoilers: Full Series Spoilers
Summary: Glass often shined more brightly than diamond - glass was worth less and needed its glitter to catch the eye.
Resting on the oak dining room table was a large, gaudy piece of costume jewelry. The chain was gold, though a keen eye could easily see it was merely gold plated. The stone that hung from the chain was blue. Not soft blue or ocean blue, but the blue of a summer sky at twilight. It caught the candlelight and glowed, sending out multicolored sparks and twinkles. Dozens of similar pieces could be found in market places and cheap jewelry stores all over Amestris.
Dante stared at it. She had no love for costume jewelry - why settle for a cheap imitation? - but it was a pretty enough piece. She had found it in an old jewelry box, nestled among diamonds and rubies and amethysts. It had shined brighter than the others, as glass so often did.
She wasn’t certain why she’d taken the thing out. She couldn’t even remember where it came from - perhaps from Greed, when he had been human and her husband. He had been a gambler and a womanizer and prone to drink, and he had had no eye for expensive things. Until she had taught him, of course.
It was a piece of junk. A pretty piece of junk, but a piece of junk. Dante sighed and twirled her finger in the chain.
“Master? You wished to see me?”
“Ah, Lust.” Dante looked up, her finger still twined in the gold-plated chain. She was quite proud of Lust, really. Such an exquisite beauty, and so well trained in using her body. She had come a long way from when Dante first found her in the sands of Ishbal, a screaming and twisted thing. The Ishbalan who made her had been quite talented. A pity he’d died, he could have been quite useful. Dante’s lips curved up in a smirk. How easy it would have been, to manipulate him with Lust. And how pleasing to watch! He would have been the perfect tool.
It was rather tragic that his brother lacked that promise. But a flawed tool was still a tool.
“Yes, master?”
So obedient, so subservient. Dante knew it was all an act. But it was a good one, and she would play along until Lust became dangerous.
She couldn’t remember why she’d called the homunculus in. The memory became spotted, after so many years. But here Lust was, and it would be foolish to send her away with nothing.
Dante’s eyes fell to the costume jewelry. There were hints of violet in the deep blue stone. Had her eyes been blue, when she married Greed? She couldn’t remember. His eyes had been blue.
“Come here, Lust.” Dante stood, the chain wrapped about her fingers and pulling the stone off of the table. It dangled from her fingers, twisting and spinning and covering the wall in crystalline flecks of blue and violet.
“Of all the Lusts I have had,” Dante said, watching as the woman moved closer to her. Even here, Lust moved like a snake. Sleek and sinuous and undulating. She was made for pleasures of the flesh, made for desire. “Of all the Lusts, you are by far the most beautiful.”
“Am I?”
“Oh yes.” A pity she was a homunculus, her body would be perfect. Dante ran a hand through Lust’s black hair, caressing the heavy waves. Lust said nothing. She stood like a statue, her bone-white skin marred only by the patterns of color that stone in Dante’s hand threw off. She was the most beautiful of the Lusts. Dante could not have made her better if the homunculus had been carved from marble and given life. She was flawless. Some small part of Dante was envious of the creature’s beauty. There was no mortal woman who could ever hope to compare to Lust’s crystalline elegance.
“A pity your talents must be wasted on foolish alchemists.” Dante cupped Lust’s cheek in one hand, feeling the smooth softness of her flesh. A woman such as Lust deserved to be on the arm of a handsome and powerful man. But Lust was a tool, when all was said and done. An exquisite tool, but a tool nonetheless. Perhaps, if Lust was very good, Dante would find her a wealthy politician or general. Perhaps she would even give the woman to Pride - one could do worse than the Fuhrer of Amestris, after all. And it would kill two birds with one stone, as Pride deserved a reward for his loyalty.
“I go where you send me,” Lust murmured. Dante nodded. Yes, perhaps she would be given to Pride. They would make a striking couple.
“Here.” Dante lifted her hand, the chain sliding across Lust’s bare skin. She fastened the chain about her neck and settled the stone between her breasts. Such perfect breasts. If things were different, Dante would be tempted to keep Lust for herself. She could so easily see the woman pressed between herself and Hohenheim - who she would find and have again. Surely her first lover would appreciate the ice-cold perfection of Lust. Would he watch, she wondered. Watch as Dante twined her naked body about Lust’s, watch as they kissed, stroked, pleasured one another.
A small sigh escaped the alchemist’s lips. She closed her eyes and pressed her body against Lust’s, and she was pleased when the homunculus pressed back. Lust knew her place. She grabbed Lust’s wrist, pulled the taller woman’s hand beneath her skirt and pressed it between her legs.
“Here,” she hissed, tipping back her head as Lust stroked her, slim fingers sliding along her slick flesh. She arched her back and was rewarded with the delicately sensual sensation of Lust’s lips on her breasts, sucking and licking through the fabric of her dress.
She found her peak quickly, Lust’s fingers talented and forceful. The gleaming glass pendant swung between Lust’s breasts, splintering light and painting their skin with liquid color. It caught the hues of Lust’s eyes and made them gleam. Lust’s lips were parted, sensual, wet and slick and Dante kissed them hungrily. She tasted like ice, the kind that burned.
Dante adjusted her skirt and watched Lust through heavy-lidded eyes. Sometimes, an imitation surpassed the real thing.