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Title: Baby Bird
Author: Evandar
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist (2003)
Rating: T
Genre: Gen
Pairing: Envy/Wrath, hints of one-sided Envy/Ed
Warnings: Vomiting and vomit-eating, dub-con, underage
Disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Envy takes a different approach to feeding Wrath the red stones.
AN: I haven't written any FMA fic in ages, but since I'm rewatching it... This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bloodyvalentine's promt of Furry or xeno - sharing food by regurgitating it into their partner's mouth with the loose interpretation that homunculi count as xeno.
The pesky little runt shrank back from him, looking like he was trying to meld himself with the wall. He probably would, if given the chance. Envy huffed and crouched down. He could play nice if it meant that he wouldn’t have to chase after the brat again – and this way he’d have his own little brother (not like the shrimp replacement that looked so like him) that would look up to him and do as he wanted.
“Hey there, little guy,” he said. “What’re you doing hiding away, huh? Don’t you want to meet your big brother Envy?”
“Brother?” the kid asked and Envy had to hide the triumphant grin that threatened to bloom when he leaned forward away from the wall. It was working; it always did. People like them were usually so lost and abandoned when they were summoned out of the Gate that the offer of family always worked. (He would know, wouldn’t he? He was the first and the strongest and the greatest and he’d seen so many come and go.)
He hummed lightly in agreement and held out his hand. He wasn’t bothered by the powers the kid had; it would hurt the brat more than him if they melded (he had done something to make him poisonous) like a Wrath long ago had tried. This new Wrath placed small, slim fingers in his own and Envy pulled him closer, threading his other hand into the kid’s long, soft hair.
Deep violet eyes blinked up at him. The kid was cute enough (not right; not blond, but he would do in the absence of the real brother) for Envy to pull him in and seal their lips together.
The kid was a newborn and didn’t know anything yet; not enough to struggle or pull away as Envy pushed his tongue into his mouth. He whimpered a little, but relaxed and even started to respond in kind. Good boy. Envy twisted his hand a little in the kid’s hair to stop him from backing off and retched.
The kid didn’t seem to notice at first, too busy lapping at the roof of Envy’s mouth, but he definitely did when the first of the red stones was expelled from Envy’s stomach and pushed firmly into his mouth. He struggled, but Envy held him still and pushed the stone deeper, lifting his free hand to stroke the kid’s throat so that he’d swallow instead of choke. There was one final whimper before the kid’s throat contracted under his fingers and the stone vanished.
Envy drew back and gave the kid a wide smile. He was flushed and his lips were swollen, his eyes dark. When the pupils contracted again, they would be slit like a cat’s, but they had limited time and the kid would need more stones than just one.
“Good boy,” Envy whispered, stroking his hair. “Good. They’ll make you good and strong like your brother.”
Wrath licked his swollen lips and smiled back, blindingly trusting and almost perfect. He leaned in when Envy guided him and tilted his head when Envy tugged at his hair and opened his mouth without complaint for more.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist (2003)
Rating: T
Genre: Gen
Pairing: Envy/Wrath, hints of one-sided Envy/Ed
Warnings: Vomiting and vomit-eating, dub-con, underage
Disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Envy takes a different approach to feeding Wrath the red stones.
AN: I haven't written any FMA fic in ages, but since I'm rewatching it... This was written for
bloodyvalentine's promt of Furry or xeno - sharing food by regurgitating it into their partner's mouth with the loose interpretation that homunculi count as xeno.The pesky little runt shrank back from him, looking like he was trying to meld himself with the wall. He probably would, if given the chance. Envy huffed and crouched down. He could play nice if it meant that he wouldn’t have to chase after the brat again – and this way he’d have his own little brother (not like the shrimp replacement that looked so like him) that would look up to him and do as he wanted.
“Hey there, little guy,” he said. “What’re you doing hiding away, huh? Don’t you want to meet your big brother Envy?”
“Brother?” the kid asked and Envy had to hide the triumphant grin that threatened to bloom when he leaned forward away from the wall. It was working; it always did. People like them were usually so lost and abandoned when they were summoned out of the Gate that the offer of family always worked. (He would know, wouldn’t he? He was the first and the strongest and the greatest and he’d seen so many come and go.)
He hummed lightly in agreement and held out his hand. He wasn’t bothered by the powers the kid had; it would hurt the brat more than him if they melded (he had done something to make him poisonous) like a Wrath long ago had tried. This new Wrath placed small, slim fingers in his own and Envy pulled him closer, threading his other hand into the kid’s long, soft hair.
Deep violet eyes blinked up at him. The kid was cute enough (not right; not blond, but he would do in the absence of the real brother) for Envy to pull him in and seal their lips together.
The kid was a newborn and didn’t know anything yet; not enough to struggle or pull away as Envy pushed his tongue into his mouth. He whimpered a little, but relaxed and even started to respond in kind. Good boy. Envy twisted his hand a little in the kid’s hair to stop him from backing off and retched.
The kid didn’t seem to notice at first, too busy lapping at the roof of Envy’s mouth, but he definitely did when the first of the red stones was expelled from Envy’s stomach and pushed firmly into his mouth. He struggled, but Envy held him still and pushed the stone deeper, lifting his free hand to stroke the kid’s throat so that he’d swallow instead of choke. There was one final whimper before the kid’s throat contracted under his fingers and the stone vanished.
Envy drew back and gave the kid a wide smile. He was flushed and his lips were swollen, his eyes dark. When the pupils contracted again, they would be slit like a cat’s, but they had limited time and the kid would need more stones than just one.
“Good boy,” Envy whispered, stroking his hair. “Good. They’ll make you good and strong like your brother.”
Wrath licked his swollen lips and smiled back, blindingly trusting and almost perfect. He leaned in when Envy guided him and tilted his head when Envy tugged at his hair and opened his mouth without complaint for more.
