Master and Pawn; Dante/Lust; PG-13
Title: Master and Pawn
Author: theladyfeylene
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Dante/Lust
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Surprise
Word Count: 610
“Were you surprised, Lust?”
Dante circled the broken and bleeding homunculus, her hard soled slippers tapping against the surface of the floor. Lust’s black hair hid her face, tumbling about her in thick waves. Here and there, her luxurious curls were matted with blood.
“Were you surprised that they brought you back? That I sent them to retrieve you?” Dante nudged Lust with one delicate foot. “Answer me.”
“No, master.”
Lust’s voice was breathy and strained. Dante smiled. She preferred her servants broken to her command. Too much spirit led to things like rebellion, and Lust would not go the way of Greed. Lust was too valuable.
“And did you expect to escape punishment for your actions? I told you to stay away from the scarred man, Lust.”
“Yes, master.” Lust’s short, clipped answers pleased Dante. She had no fight left in her.
“Come now, Lust. Haven’t I been good to you?” Dante knelt, the skirt of her dress pooling about her in a mockery of blood. “Haven’t I treated you well?” She reached out, tilting Lust’s face up to look at her.
“Yes, master.” But Lust’s eyes were averted, dropped to the ground. Dante let her fingers move over Lust’s cheek like butterfly kisses, light and soothing.
“There there. You know I only punish you because you force me to.” The fingers trailed up into Lust’s hair, brushing it back and tucking it behind her ears. “But I grow so tired of punishing you, Lust.”
Dante sighed. What was she going to do with the woman? The scarred man was gone now, but that seed of rebellion had been planted within Lust. It would take much work to kill it.
“I never should have separated you and Envy,” Dante said with another sigh. She stood and turned her back, her short hair swishing about her chin. “He’s a good influence on you. Perhaps, once you’ve been punished, I’ll send you to join him.”
Envy would put Lust straight. While there were some shreds of humanity in him still, they were the useful ones. Hate, anger, want. Those were the emotions Dante could manipulate and turn to her own advantage. Lust’s pathetic human yearnings were useless and only made the homunculus a liability. Yes, Lust would return to Envy’s side once she had been properly punished.
“Whatever you desire, master.”
At least the woman’s haughty arrogance had been quelled. The reports that Pride had brought had not been promising. Defiance would not be tolerated.
“I do so hate punishing you, Lust.” Dante turned back to the homunculus, an expression of wistful sadness on her face. “I think, I shall leave you to Pride.”
“Master?”
“Yes, I’ll let him handle it. I can’t bear to harm your pretty face anymore.” Dante shook her head, her tone sad but slightly mocking. It truly was a waste, such a beautiful body being squandered on such a troublesome creature!
“But perhaps, if you’re very good,” Dante promised, bending down to grip Lust’s chin in her hand once more. “When he’s finished, I’ll kiss your wounds away.”
Author: theladyfeylene
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Dante/Lust
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Surprise
Word Count: 610
“Were you surprised, Lust?”
Dante circled the broken and bleeding homunculus, her hard soled slippers tapping against the surface of the floor. Lust’s black hair hid her face, tumbling about her in thick waves. Here and there, her luxurious curls were matted with blood.
“Were you surprised that they brought you back? That I sent them to retrieve you?” Dante nudged Lust with one delicate foot. “Answer me.”
“No, master.”
Lust’s voice was breathy and strained. Dante smiled. She preferred her servants broken to her command. Too much spirit led to things like rebellion, and Lust would not go the way of Greed. Lust was too valuable.
“And did you expect to escape punishment for your actions? I told you to stay away from the scarred man, Lust.”
“Yes, master.” Lust’s short, clipped answers pleased Dante. She had no fight left in her.
“Come now, Lust. Haven’t I been good to you?” Dante knelt, the skirt of her dress pooling about her in a mockery of blood. “Haven’t I treated you well?” She reached out, tilting Lust’s face up to look at her.
“Yes, master.” But Lust’s eyes were averted, dropped to the ground. Dante let her fingers move over Lust’s cheek like butterfly kisses, light and soothing.
“There there. You know I only punish you because you force me to.” The fingers trailed up into Lust’s hair, brushing it back and tucking it behind her ears. “But I grow so tired of punishing you, Lust.”
Dante sighed. What was she going to do with the woman? The scarred man was gone now, but that seed of rebellion had been planted within Lust. It would take much work to kill it.
“I never should have separated you and Envy,” Dante said with another sigh. She stood and turned her back, her short hair swishing about her chin. “He’s a good influence on you. Perhaps, once you’ve been punished, I’ll send you to join him.”
Envy would put Lust straight. While there were some shreds of humanity in him still, they were the useful ones. Hate, anger, want. Those were the emotions Dante could manipulate and turn to her own advantage. Lust’s pathetic human yearnings were useless and only made the homunculus a liability. Yes, Lust would return to Envy’s side once she had been properly punished.
“Whatever you desire, master.”
At least the woman’s haughty arrogance had been quelled. The reports that Pride had brought had not been promising. Defiance would not be tolerated.
“I do so hate punishing you, Lust.” Dante turned back to the homunculus, an expression of wistful sadness on her face. “I think, I shall leave you to Pride.”
“Master?”
“Yes, I’ll let him handle it. I can’t bear to harm your pretty face anymore.” Dante shook her head, her tone sad but slightly mocking. It truly was a waste, such a beautiful body being squandered on such a troublesome creature!
“But perhaps, if you’re very good,” Dante promised, bending down to grip Lust’s chin in her hand once more. “When he’s finished, I’ll kiss your wounds away.”