Three Seconds [FMA, Greed!Ling/Ed, PG]
Title: Three Seconds
Author: arizonaicerose
Rated: PG
Warnings: An angst specialist writing a light (humor-ish) story- does that count? I guess a swear word or two
Word count: ~1100
Summary: “I’m not yours. Now let go before I transmute your ass into some cheap tourist trinket.” Ed fumes as he tugs again at the grasp, his back arching off the bed as he tries to free himself.
A/N: I really have nothing to say this time around… :/ Me silent that’s a weird idea huh! Have you noticed I rarely say anything useful in these? Go look at my others! I don’t… *end shameless plug*
Prompter, I hope this interpretation was ok. This just came to me.
Prompt was: -Fullmetal Alchemist, Greed!Ling/Ed: possessiveness - I want everything, especially you.
“You’re mine,” Greed snarls at the blond under him before nipping at the juncture of flesh that is mixed with steel automail.
And for once Ling finds himself unable to disagree with his other half. It is a wonderful thought, to know that this blond beauty belongs to him--er, them-- (and again he feels that the homunculus is rubbing off on him).
If he concentrates hard enough Ling can actually see him and Ed ruling Xing side by side. Him in his royal robes and Ed-- Ling pauses for a second realizing that similar robes may get tiring-- Ed in a beautiful dress, made from the best silks.
Snickers fill the shared space as Greed intrudes into Ling’s private time (the prince swears that the lack of privacy is something he just cannot get used to yet; perhaps he never will). Slanted eyes glance up at the makeshift representation of the intruder. “I like your idea. Now you just have to convince the kid of it.”
“I think I can,” a smug smile crosses the prince’s face for a second.
“Get off Greed,” Ed mutters, trying to fight his hands free from the iron clad grasp that keeps them pinned over his head.
The alchemist’s voice brings him back to reality and-- much to Ling’s joy-- closes off the shared connection to them. “Hm,” he leans down again for another nip at the junction of Ed’s neck and shoulder, tongue traveling along the scars that mar the young boy’s shoulder and chest. “You belong to me, so why should I let you go?” His voice is muffled as he presses his face into the boy’s neck.
“I’m not yours. Now let go before I transmute your ass into some cheap tourist trinket.” Ed fumes as he tugs again at the grasp, his back arching off the bed as he tries to free himself. Growling he tries to head butt the other boy (homunculus, monster-- Ed was still confused at what to call the Greed-Ling combination), only to whimper in pain when Greed allows his soft skin to transmute to hardened steel.
“Now, I think you want to protect that head a little.” A finger taps at the reddened spot, leaving Ed to cringe with every tap. “You may need it to survive some of the things that Ling’s planning.”
Inside his head, Greed can hear the Xingese prince shout at him to shut up, a couple rather colorful words slipping out.
“Let! Go!” Breaths come out in short, aggravated pants though clenched teeth, and for a second the teenager resembles a addict who was denied that one vital hit.
“I don’t want to,” Greed whispers into the soft neck as his other hand travels down the boy’s side and slips under the waist band of his pants. Fingers slide along the smooth skin, teasing and tempting as they slowly travel lower.
“Damn it!” Ed cries out as he tries to sit up-- a nearly impossible task with wrists still pinned to the mattress-- and twists while trying to keep the hand from traveling lower. An automail leg curls up and over his body much like a half twisted pretzel as Ed traps the questing hand, fingers just barely able to stretch past the his navel. “Go away!”
“No.”
Ed clenches his teeth as he refuses to get caught up in the childish ‘yes-no’ argument. The same ones that he and Al used to toss around long ago on long, hot, boring summer afternoons at home. “Fine why? Why do you want me!”
“Because I’m greedy.” Is the simple answer, the tone almost mocking-- as if to ask why Ed even needed to ask such a simple question.
Ed just rolls his eyes, as the answer takes him back to when he met the first Greed. And deep inside he wishes that Greed was still around. At least then he was not looking into his…friend’s…face while trying to keep from being violated. This way was just slightly disturbing to Ed.
“I’ve told you before. I want everything that I can find,” Hands pull away from Ed- giving the teen the much needed freedom, though he still finds escape impossible from the weight that settles on his normal leg pinning it to the mattress. For someone who was so nimble and thin looking, Ling…or was it because of Greed…sure was heavier then he seemed. “I want everything, especially you.”
Ed pauses in his pathetic attempt to escape as he listens to Greed, he suddenly understands why animals chew their legs off to escape traps-- it really is the easiest way. His heart thuds for a second as his stiff body slackens.
Grinning, with all his teeth bared in a rabid-looking smile, Greed leans down pleased to see the boy calmer. It was becoming tiring to deal with such a struggling, wiggling boy. Now he understands why Edward Elric was so hard to catch, it’s not from his cunningness or even his impressive skill, but because he resembles a snake in so many ways-- sneaky and a slithering mess.
Golden eyes close as Ed sighs, his head tilting to meet up with Greed’s kiss. Their lips meet up in a chaste kiss, lips barely touching.
A clap echoes in the room and Greed yanks away, faster then a teenaged boy who’s been caught by his girlfriend’s shotgun wielding father. Wide eyes stare at the two hands that are pressed together, hard enough to make wrists turn white, metal and flesh side by side.
“You have three seconds to get your ass off the bed before I transmute you into a worthless piece of junk.”
The homunculus does not need the three seconds, or even a second warning. He’s seen that look in the boy’s eyes. The look that says ‘death shall be slow and torturous if you do not leave right this second.’ With the grace that few possessed, even fewer with only two legs, Greed nimbly slides out of the bed. And as he heads for the window Greed only pauses long enough to blow a kiss at the fuming blond before jumping out.
Sliding out of the bed, and trying hard to ignore the tightening of his pants, Ed storms over to the window to slam the pane of glass down. Fingers slide the lock, though deep inside he knows that the lock is useless- Ling knows how to sneak in.
Ed knows, as he slides back into the bed desperate for sleep, that later tonight Greed (or perhaps it will be Ling in control) will be back.