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twilight_lamentFandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Greed!Maes Hughes, Dante, other homunculi
Setting: AU
Ratings: R Darkfic, violence
Summary: A flash of red and it must be life. It tastes like life.
The pain doesn't stop.
The pain doesn't quit.
Is this life?
A flash of red and it must be life. It tastes like life.
***
It has skin now on some parts of it. The skin doesn't help. Just more pain.
The green haired one likes to poke it, cuts its skin and listens to the pitiful cries.
The other one - dark haired and smelling of death - comes often.
A red gleam and something sweet on its tongue. When the stone dissolves it always sees the darkness again. Hands in the darkness putting it together and peeling it away.
***
The days are longer and it, no he, can move. It's tiring even in small doses, but it's so much better than just sitting in the bed he has come to hate.
When he looks in the mirror, he doesn't recognize himself but thinks that he should.
The dark haired one, Dante, she tells him that his name is Greed.
However when he looks in the mirror again, the name doesn't fit. At least it doesn't feel like it should fit. Maybe it does, his eyes are like the rest of them - purple and slitted. He bears the same tattoo on his hand, the same red nodes on his body. The creature called Greed turns around, his back to the mirror. He can see where the nodes end and he wonders what they mean.
Envy comes in to taunt him again.
"You're a fool. You keep looking in that mirror like there are answers there. You're not smart enough to find them." Greed's blood boils. He hates Envy in a way that would be frightening if he cared enough to be scared. The thought, the need to wrap his hand around that skinny bastard's throat and choke him wells up faster than before. He feels his skin tingle and crackle.
When he looks down at his new skin - black and hard -, he's shocked, but then he smiles and red eyes land hard on the little freak.
Greed discovers how much he likes hearing Envy scream.
***
"My sweet Greed." He leans back against her chair, at her feet. Delicate fingers run through his hair. Her perfume hangs fragrant in the air and Greed closes his eyes, giving into those gentle ministrations.
"There's something I need you to do for me." Her voice is soft and coyly sweet.
"What is it?" His voice rolls low and lazy from him. He's content in her presence in a way he normally isn't. Most days he's filled with a restless agitation, a hunger in the pit of his stomach. Dante stops that hunger, but he thinks it's only because she feeds him enough information to state the need.
Her fingers move to his mouth, curled up. He knows one of those red stones rests in her hand; he can smell it, and a different hunger curls within him.
It’s life. It always tastes like life.
He knows now just how right he is. Dante has told him how he was made though not by who. She has told him about alchemy and the Philosopher's Stone. Those were some of the truths. The lies though, she spoke those as easily. He doesn't know how he knows that her promises about being made wholly human are lies, he just knows they are.
Greed stopped caring months ago. What use does he have for being human anyway?
"There is someone who might stop our plans. I would have Pride take care of it, but I cannot risk his discovery." His eyes flick back in her direction, a subtle indication that he's listening. When they don't listen, Dante isn't kind in how she reminds them to do so.
"His name is Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist." His pupils widen. He knows that name, has heard it often enough in the house. The Flame Alchemist, Hero of Ishval and a growing thorn in Dante's side. What that name means to him, to Greed, is something he cannot figure out.
"You want me to kill him." The presence of the knife against his arm underneath his shirt suddenly feels warm.
"Is that a problem?" The kind veil of her voice doesn't hide the razor underneath - not from him.
"No." He's learned to lie as easily as she. He's never let any of them know that anytime he hears that name that he feels something familiar, like deja vu. Dante doesn't like it when any of them speak on their memories. Greed doesn't have memories, just instances of familiarity. He thinks they're close enough and so he keeps them to himself.
Besides this would let him get out of this house and away from Envy and the rest of them. It's home but it feels wrong. It's the only place he knows and it makes his skin crawl.
Dante laughs her delighted laugh and opens her hand. The red stone rests between two fingers and Greed obediently opens his mouth. She places it on his tongue like the obedient pet she thinks that he is, and that he might be. It's a burst of fire and ice on his tongue coupled with an electric thrill that shoots straight through him as it melts. A shiver and a shake marked by the way her hand rests lightly on him, strokes his throat with a lover's smile on her lips.
She's so fond of her toys even when she breaks them apart.
With a rustle of her skirts and a hidden look in her eyes, Dante beckons him to follow her. Greed obeys.
Perfume in the air that can't hide the rot underneath.
***
"Stop it you bastard!" Envy rages, but he cannot break the iron grip Greed has around his neck. His struggles cease momentarily when Greed imbeds the little shit into a wall leaving an imprint and broken plaster behind.
Sometimes Greed thinks that Envy wants the homunculus to kill him. He taunts Greed in a way that is far past anything sane, and when he isn't trying to work Greed up into a frenzy he sulks about glaring at both him and Dante. Was it Dante? Was it jealousy? Envy and Greed are very much the same with a kind a possessive nature that runs through their very core.
The difference is that Envy always wants what he can't have and Greed just wants everything. Everything worth having that is and Greed does not count Envy in that group.
This time Envy had taken Dante's form. He could do that but he forgot to replicate the smell of decay the woman always had. They were all so used to it that they hardly noticed its presence. Greed however had noticed its absence. So maybe it isn't jealousy. At least not of him, maybe the shifter is jealous of Dante and the way Greed doesn't seem to mind her when he hates Envy so very much.
It's a hatred Greed had thought over many times. Envy's petty games don't explain the intensity of the feeling.
He still thinks it over even as he punches one clawed hand straight into Envy's stomach. The homunculus groans and curls around both hands: the one on his neck and the other in his guts. Disgusted, Greed throws him to the ground and waits for the alchemy to heal him. Greed isn't finished with him yet. Inhuman blood, so much hotter than a human’s and cools so much slower, coats his clawed hand.
Red eyes watch as the energy sparks to life around Envy's wounds.
They are alchemy pure and simple – energy and materials and concept given flesh and consciousness.
None of them, not even Dante appreciates what that means. Greed knows and wants more. He'll work on that problem later though. When Envy's purple eyes flutter open, Greed feels violence, raw and strong, surge through him again. He'll leave soon and go on Dante's mission to kill Roy Mustang. He might as well sate his need to tear Envy apart until then.
“She’s keeping things from you.”
That too sweet blood had pooled around Envy and now the shifter tries to back pedal out the hell he’d created for himself – a hell named Greed.
“You think I don’t know that?” Greed reaches down and his voice remains easy and smooth. It doesn’t betray any of the rage he felt. He takes Envy by the throat and jerks the homunculus up again. Envy is warm under the carbon claw. His heart hammering bird-like in his chest; Greed can hear it, feel it.
“But you don’t know what.” Envy’s eyes are too sharp, too bright, and too smug. Greed’s narrow upon them. His own eyes bleeding red.
“What aren’t you tell me, Envy?” He could squeeze it from the little asshole. Greed could make him scream and beg until he told him the truth. For a moment he wavers. For a moment he thinks this isn’t him.
“Everything.” Envy’s sneer erases that hesitation and Greed snaps his neck without a second thought.
Characters: Greed!Maes Hughes, Dante, other homunculi
Setting: AU
Ratings: R Darkfic, violence
Summary: A flash of red and it must be life. It tastes like life.
The pain doesn't stop.
The pain doesn't quit.
Is this life?
A flash of red and it must be life. It tastes like life.
It has skin now on some parts of it. The skin doesn't help. Just more pain.
The green haired one likes to poke it, cuts its skin and listens to the pitiful cries.
The other one - dark haired and smelling of death - comes often.
A red gleam and something sweet on its tongue. When the stone dissolves it always sees the darkness again. Hands in the darkness putting it together and peeling it away.
The days are longer and it, no he, can move. It's tiring even in small doses, but it's so much better than just sitting in the bed he has come to hate.
When he looks in the mirror, he doesn't recognize himself but thinks that he should.
The dark haired one, Dante, she tells him that his name is Greed.
However when he looks in the mirror again, the name doesn't fit. At least it doesn't feel like it should fit. Maybe it does, his eyes are like the rest of them - purple and slitted. He bears the same tattoo on his hand, the same red nodes on his body. The creature called Greed turns around, his back to the mirror. He can see where the nodes end and he wonders what they mean.
Envy comes in to taunt him again.
"You're a fool. You keep looking in that mirror like there are answers there. You're not smart enough to find them." Greed's blood boils. He hates Envy in a way that would be frightening if he cared enough to be scared. The thought, the need to wrap his hand around that skinny bastard's throat and choke him wells up faster than before. He feels his skin tingle and crackle.
When he looks down at his new skin - black and hard -, he's shocked, but then he smiles and red eyes land hard on the little freak.
Greed discovers how much he likes hearing Envy scream.
"My sweet Greed." He leans back against her chair, at her feet. Delicate fingers run through his hair. Her perfume hangs fragrant in the air and Greed closes his eyes, giving into those gentle ministrations.
"There's something I need you to do for me." Her voice is soft and coyly sweet.
"What is it?" His voice rolls low and lazy from him. He's content in her presence in a way he normally isn't. Most days he's filled with a restless agitation, a hunger in the pit of his stomach. Dante stops that hunger, but he thinks it's only because she feeds him enough information to state the need.
Her fingers move to his mouth, curled up. He knows one of those red stones rests in her hand; he can smell it, and a different hunger curls within him.
It’s life. It always tastes like life.
He knows now just how right he is. Dante has told him how he was made though not by who. She has told him about alchemy and the Philosopher's Stone. Those were some of the truths. The lies though, she spoke those as easily. He doesn't know how he knows that her promises about being made wholly human are lies, he just knows they are.
Greed stopped caring months ago. What use does he have for being human anyway?
"There is someone who might stop our plans. I would have Pride take care of it, but I cannot risk his discovery." His eyes flick back in her direction, a subtle indication that he's listening. When they don't listen, Dante isn't kind in how she reminds them to do so.
"His name is Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist." His pupils widen. He knows that name, has heard it often enough in the house. The Flame Alchemist, Hero of Ishval and a growing thorn in Dante's side. What that name means to him, to Greed, is something he cannot figure out.
"You want me to kill him." The presence of the knife against his arm underneath his shirt suddenly feels warm.
"Is that a problem?" The kind veil of her voice doesn't hide the razor underneath - not from him.
"No." He's learned to lie as easily as she. He's never let any of them know that anytime he hears that name that he feels something familiar, like deja vu. Dante doesn't like it when any of them speak on their memories. Greed doesn't have memories, just instances of familiarity. He thinks they're close enough and so he keeps them to himself.
Besides this would let him get out of this house and away from Envy and the rest of them. It's home but it feels wrong. It's the only place he knows and it makes his skin crawl.
Dante laughs her delighted laugh and opens her hand. The red stone rests between two fingers and Greed obediently opens his mouth. She places it on his tongue like the obedient pet she thinks that he is, and that he might be. It's a burst of fire and ice on his tongue coupled with an electric thrill that shoots straight through him as it melts. A shiver and a shake marked by the way her hand rests lightly on him, strokes his throat with a lover's smile on her lips.
She's so fond of her toys even when she breaks them apart.
With a rustle of her skirts and a hidden look in her eyes, Dante beckons him to follow her. Greed obeys.
Perfume in the air that can't hide the rot underneath.
"Stop it you bastard!" Envy rages, but he cannot break the iron grip Greed has around his neck. His struggles cease momentarily when Greed imbeds the little shit into a wall leaving an imprint and broken plaster behind.
Sometimes Greed thinks that Envy wants the homunculus to kill him. He taunts Greed in a way that is far past anything sane, and when he isn't trying to work Greed up into a frenzy he sulks about glaring at both him and Dante. Was it Dante? Was it jealousy? Envy and Greed are very much the same with a kind a possessive nature that runs through their very core.
The difference is that Envy always wants what he can't have and Greed just wants everything. Everything worth having that is and Greed does not count Envy in that group.
This time Envy had taken Dante's form. He could do that but he forgot to replicate the smell of decay the woman always had. They were all so used to it that they hardly noticed its presence. Greed however had noticed its absence. So maybe it isn't jealousy. At least not of him, maybe the shifter is jealous of Dante and the way Greed doesn't seem to mind her when he hates Envy so very much.
It's a hatred Greed had thought over many times. Envy's petty games don't explain the intensity of the feeling.
He still thinks it over even as he punches one clawed hand straight into Envy's stomach. The homunculus groans and curls around both hands: the one on his neck and the other in his guts. Disgusted, Greed throws him to the ground and waits for the alchemy to heal him. Greed isn't finished with him yet. Inhuman blood, so much hotter than a human’s and cools so much slower, coats his clawed hand.
Red eyes watch as the energy sparks to life around Envy's wounds.
They are alchemy pure and simple – energy and materials and concept given flesh and consciousness.
None of them, not even Dante appreciates what that means. Greed knows and wants more. He'll work on that problem later though. When Envy's purple eyes flutter open, Greed feels violence, raw and strong, surge through him again. He'll leave soon and go on Dante's mission to kill Roy Mustang. He might as well sate his need to tear Envy apart until then.
“She’s keeping things from you.”
That too sweet blood had pooled around Envy and now the shifter tries to back pedal out the hell he’d created for himself – a hell named Greed.
“You think I don’t know that?” Greed reaches down and his voice remains easy and smooth. It doesn’t betray any of the rage he felt. He takes Envy by the throat and jerks the homunculus up again. Envy is warm under the carbon claw. His heart hammering bird-like in his chest; Greed can hear it, feel it.
“But you don’t know what.” Envy’s eyes are too sharp, too bright, and too smug. Greed’s narrow upon them. His own eyes bleeding red.
“What aren’t you tell me, Envy?” He could squeeze it from the little asshole. Greed could make him scream and beg until he told him the truth. For a moment he wavers. For a moment he thinks this isn’t him.
“Everything.” Envy’s sneer erases that hesitation and Greed snaps his neck without a second thought.