Is This Thing On? (crack_alchemist) wrote,
Is This Thing On?

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Crack open that can o' worms....

Series Title: Battlefield
Series Rating:: PG - NC-17
Main Characters:Edward Elric, Jean Havoc
Other Characters: Various other members of the Peanut Gallery called Fullmetal Alchemist
Word Count:1,923
Warning Yaoi; consensual, underaged sex (well, maybe it's underaged to some); potential overdosing of crrrrack.

Synopsis: The bait is loosed, the trap is set

Author's Notes: Companion/Sequel to Games Without Frontiers. I think you can read this without having read that (especially if you’re not into het!fic), but here's the link to the GWF.

The story is completely AU. My own little private timeline; my own private little world. Yeah, and, just to add, my own little crackpot theories. Nothing else related to any episode of any kind, except the usage of the character(s) in question, though some events in some episodes will be used out of context as artistic license. I try not to make the events I use too spoilerish, but if I can’t help it, you’ll get a warning. Commentary is certainly welcome and tends to make me go “you like me! you really like me!”

Battlefield 25

Part 26: I Know the Night is Not as it Would Seem

The four people sat under the cover of moonlight, waiting. As one of them watched, holding himself just outside of the rough circle, the woman looked at her disgusting, bloated, ever-faithful sidekick and said the same thing she had said to him a million times before:

Please… wipe your mouth.”

As the nasty thing did as she said, he wondered where such blind and unshaken devotion came from in such a creature completely devoid of one redeeming quality. And why he never engendered such, seeing as how he was the oldest, and therefore more deserving of such a thing.

He shrugged. He didn’t need such slavering attachment. He had enough faith in himself to carry him through any fucking thing. In any case, the next thing she said was far more important than the first:

“The boy is coming back here.”

“For what?” he asked her, casting his glance around the mismatched assortment of tents that he could see from his perch on the wall. “Didn’t he get his ass beat enough by your friend here the last time he came?” He jerked his head at the man leaning against the wall on the other side of her. His light colored clothes drew in all of the light and cast him in eerie contrast of the rest of their darkness. He stood out like a boil on the backside of humanity.

Shame that. That one was as close to becoming one of them as he could be, and still retained said humanity. He could practically see the soul leeching away from the man, every time he drew breath.

“I don’t know,” the woman said. “I would have thought that you had ample opportunity to find out.” She gave him a long look from beneath her luscious eyelashes. “You’ve spent more time around him lately than I have.”

“That’s only because you were too busy keeping a close eye on your so-called brother-in-law to pay attention to the task at hand.” Envy leaned down and met her stare unflinchingly. “Did you remember our purpose while you were over there diddling him?”

The man in question flinched at the implication. The woman laughed delicately and took a few graceful steps toward Envy. He watched the sway of her hips beneath the incongruous black gown and told the growl burrowing its way up from the bottom of his throat to go back where it came from. She had been made the way she had been made for a damned reason, and fuck if he was going to succumb to it.


He had better things to do. Bigger fish to fry. Tighter asses to fuck with.

“I remember our purpose, dear. I can never forget it. Recall that I didn’t ask for this any more than you did.”

“No, I didn’t ask for this gift, but I sure as hell ain’t gonna look the horse’s ass who gave it to me in the mouth.” He jumped from the wall then and began to pace. The little bastard couldn’t stay put if you nailed him in place. Envy should have realized that the punk would have completely ignored his orders. He should have known better. The pipsqueak, after all, was as smart − if not smarter − than his father.

And his father was a formidable man.

“So, are you suggesting that we challenge him now? So soon into the game?” He shook his head. “I don’t think that’ll be a good idea. He’s too skittish. Too… distracted.”

The woman tilted her head in curiosity. “Distracted by what?”

He looked her up and down and concentrated a significant glance on the thing between her very sumptuous breasts. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Really? Do tell, dear.”

“Heh. It’s all real interesting, now that I think about it. You can figure this one out on your own. Just rest assured that part of his brain is on more… savory pursuits. And I had nothing to do with it this time.”

No, as much as he hated it, human nature did come in very handy every once in a while. Perhaps when all of this was over and he could walk among them without being detected, he would study it further detail. Like he had planned to before all of this started.

“Hm… well, then I suppose that we should just leave another little trail of bread crumbs this time. Perhaps if we told him about the laboratory…”

“Perhaps if I stuck my foot up his ass too while we are at it?”

“Envy, could you stop thinking about your personal vendettas for just one moment?” Lust whirled and actually stomped her pretty little foot. “This is a careful path we have to tread. He is only one option among several. And you know what He said.”

“Yeah, yeah… the more irons in the fire, the better.”

“And we can’t let those irons trip over each other on the way to our goal. We must make sure they stay on divergent paths.”

“All paths leading to the final destination?”

“Of course.”

“Now where have I heard that before?” Envy said sarcastically.

Lust suddenly turned her attention to her other companion. “Gluttony, leave that rat alone. You don’t know where it’s been.”

“But I’m hungry.”

“I know, dear. That will be taken care of soon enough.”

The other person in their party suddenly spoke, his voice rough with fatigue. “How can you… what he did…” he pointed at Gluttony, “with that innocent little boy over there… woman that is a crime against nature. And you allowed it!”

Envy crossed his arms over his chest and gave the scruffy man a look of contempt. “And who are you to talk? Killer.”

“Mine is a holy mission!”

“Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that and maybe one day you will really believe it.” Envy leaned in, leering at the man. “You’re a destroyer. Same as us. Only you’re not honest enough to call it what it is.”

The man stared back at him, his eyes unseen beneath the glitter of the tinted lenses he wore. Envy didn’t like those things. Maybe if he plucked them off and shoved them down his…

“Leave him alone,” Lust said, her voice deceptively low.

Envy sneered at her again and withdrew. She would always defend this pitiful excuse for a human. Always. And for what? Some half-remembered familial loyalty? Please.

“He has his part in all of this as well and you know that. Our task here is simple. Do you think you can keep to it and not get distracted by your own personal issues?”

“As long as I can get a chunk out of the pipsqueak while I’m at it, we’re all good.”

Lust sighed and turned to the other man. “You will lure him to this spot.”

“I will not.” The man stood his ground firmly. “I won’t lure anyone into a trap such as the one you intend to set.”

“Oh, you’ll just kill him yourself?” Envy said. “How noble.”

“At least the death I bring him will be clean and not… repugnant. I know you would have this… creature devour him.”

“Oh, dear man,” Lust said, a smile on her delectable lips, “I would do no such thing. The boy is too valuable by far for the moment. I only wish to guide him on a path that will be beneficial to all.”

“To use his perversions for your means?”

“And yours, Scar.” Lust moved close enough to the man for her breasts to brush against his chest. “Scar.” She chuckled. “What an interesting name you have given yourself. Don’t you want to know why you carry that mark on your arm? Don’t you ache to know why your brother gave it to you?” She reached up a hand and touched a light finger to the light patch of skin between low on his forehead. “Don’t you want to remember where this came from?”

“Get away from me.” The man’s voice held a slight note of desperation. Envy watched and listened to the exchange the same way one would watch a predator devour its prey. Despite her underhanded means of getting what she wanted, the girl was good. He had to give that much to her.

“Why? Your brother was very… special to me.” She touched Scar’s neck, her nails extending just enough to graze skin. “And you are your brother’s keeper, after all.”

“Please…” the man gritted out, refusing to plead.

“Will you do what I ask?”

“Fine,” he grated. “As long as you keep your part of the bargain.”

“It is the least I can do… for your family.” She ran her hand down, over his shoulder and down, barely grazing his right arm and the pattern of black lines etched there. Envy noted that she was very careful not to actually touch him. As it was, something in her skin must have came in contact with him, for the merest glow of red phosphorescence glowed where her fingers passed and she gasped.

Envy frowned. He realized then that, despite his earlier assumptions, he would have to watch this one very, very carefully. He was wrong to underestimate her; she was as reckless as the rest of them were. He just had to make sure that her recklessness didn’t detract from their ultimate goal.

After all, if he had to keep his own private needs in check, so did she.

“Lust…” Gluttony whined again. “I’m so hungry.”

“Hush, Gluttony,” Lust said as she stepped away from Scar. “We’ll take care of you soon.”

An odd shuffling sound caught all of their attention. Envy halted mid-step and turned in the direction of the hollow clanking. Having heard it enough times in the past weeks, he knew exactly what it was a prelude to. He smiled and eased back into a convenient shadow content to be quiescent for the moment and watch.

“Very soon,” Lust murmured, moving to join him. “Come now.”

They left the human behind, still gathering all of the moonlight to his rugged frame, standing there like a beacon to the two who were approaching.

Envy licked his lips and grinned even more. The fun was about to begin. Finally. Let the dice fly, boy. Let the dice fly.

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