A/N: I probably won't be updating this story anymore; FMA just doesn't appeal to me as much as it used to. I deleted the second chapter because I'm not crazy about mpreg anymore, and I made the first one a little sweeter. I think it stands better on its own.

But I still write, you can find me at my new account, Iruusu, as well as on tumblr and AO3 under that name. I hope you can still enjoy this story as it stands, and I'm really sorry that I never finished.

Envy was not the kind of person who felt guilt. It was a human emotion, it would only weaken him. Envy didn't have time for human weaknesses. So why should he feel guilty for deceiving stupid, pathetic humans? It was fun, to manipulate their delicate minds. Envy was stronger, better, faster than they were, what was wrong with using his powers to have a little fun?

There was nothing wrong with a little bit of shame, though. Envy could feel shame, but at the oddest of times. Killing an innocent man with a family? Nope, that did nothing to evoke even the slightest remorse. Single-handedly sparking a war that would kill thousands of innocent people? Nah, that was all justifiable. Envy only felt shame at weakness, emhis/em weakness. It wasn't what he was going to do, rather emwhy/em he was going to do it. He could have pulled together some shitty excuse for his actions, and it wouldn't be hard. He could've said that it was out of spite, out of jealousy, to fuck with his father's 'golden boy'. But Envy preferred to lie to others, rather than himself.

Envy was well acquainted with feelings of jealousy, it was his namesake after all, but strangely enough, these new feelings weren't that. He wasn't nearly ludicrous enough to suggest a deeper emotion, a human emotion, because that was ridiculous. Envy was the eldest, and though he didn't always act like it, he knew that he couldn't love.

But he'd never really sat down to think about it. Homunculi didn't need anyone else, right? They could all be their sinful selves without another soul. Greed could still be just as selfish, Gluttony just as hungry, Pride just as arrogant. Lust would always be her sensual, perverted self, Sloth would remain disinterested and apathetic, and Wrath would always yearn to hate and destroy. All on their own, so they couldn't love.

By definition, envy is a feeling of discontentment or covetousness in regard to another's advantages, success, or possessions. Therefore, Envy needed a subject of his jealousy. He would always need someone, no matter how much he tried to deny it. He would always need someone, just to exist. Envy would always need a counterpart, so this little difference in the mechanics gave him the capacity to love.

The problem? Envy just didn't know how to love, he'd never needed to, for he'd never been loved himself.

Envy was a master of seduction. At least, he thought that he was, but if questioned, he would indignantly retort that other people shared the opinion as well. With his pretty face, long, flowing hair, and skimpy little outfit to show off his gorgeous body, it wasn't a surprise that men fell for him all the time. (And the look on their faces when they found out he had a dick was priceless.)

Despite all of that, there was one person that always remained unfazed at Envy's advances.

Edward Elric.

Of course, Envy only wanted Ed so that he could fuck him up. Right? Right, Envy inwardly reaffirmed, but that was mostly to convince himself. He just wanted to manipulate the little bastard into feeling all the pain he'd felt all those years ago. He'd make Edward fall head over heels, just like everyone else did, and then he'd snap Ed's fragile, human heart in two. Easy as that.

"It isn't fair," Envy grumbled softly to himself. Edward got everything he wanted. So he lost an arm and a leg, big fucking deal! Envy had lost emeverything/em. What a whiny little pussy that alchemist was, always complaining and pitying himself- he, who always managed to get his way in the end.

And if that wasn't bad enough, people liked him for it! Envy growled, that was the worst part! Everyone idolized him, the 'Hero of the People.' Girls were all over him, one specific girl in particular. She was the only one that Envy really recalled, because he'd never paid that much attention to humans anyways. He only bothered to remember her name because, well, out of all the rest, Edward liked her. (Envy had to wonder why, some of those girls had great tits, and why a horny teenager would pass that up, he didn't know.)

Not that he was jealous of that stupid human girl! Envy didn't get jealous, he...

Well, maybe a little. But it's not like anyone could blame him, he was named Envy for a reason.

Envy sighed as he was engulfed with blinding light rippling through his slim form, glaring at the mirror once it was complete. Now, he stood at around the same height as his preferred form, but that was the only thing he shared with this very female body. This body was leaner, a bit curvier, with average sized breasts and long, slim legs. Golden hair that was a bit shorter than that of his preferred form, and pale blue eyes. Envy had to admit that she was kind of attractive, but that didn't do much to deter him. Though he had tried to convince himself that he was asexual (Lust argued that he was in denial), Envy had never found girls to be very attractive. He preferred males, and frankly, he'd done a pretty good job of making that apparent.

Envy lazily ran a hand through his blonde hair and sighed. "This fucking sucks," he muttered, in a voice quite unlike his own. It shouldn't have sucked that badly. Envy did this kind of thing every day, who was he to give a shit? But now there was just this annoying tightening in his chest that refused to go away. Shaking his head in frustration, Envy made sure to rid himself of the notion that he might've actually cared enough to feel guilty.

He was about to leave his bedroom at Dante's manor when he stopped. Envy turned around and ran towards a drawer, rummaging inside it for a moment, before finding a gleaming wrench sitting amongst whatever useless junk he hadn't bothered to throw away.

"Perfect," he grinned, sticking the wrench in his back pocket to complete the disguise. "Stupid pipsqueak won't be able to resist me now!"

Edward grabbed Envy harshly by his slim wrist, dragging him into the room at some dingy cheap motel. He slammed the eldest homunculus, who he presumed to be his automail mechanic, Winry Rockbell, roughly against the wall, slamming his lips down onto his companion's.

The only thing that Envy could think was, "oh shit."

This wasn't what he had intended to happen at all! Not at all! This wasn't supposed to happen! He was just supposed to fuck with Edward's head a little, he certainly didn't want to fuck him literally!

Nevertheless, Envy got a little too careless, as he often tended to do. He had gotten distracted basking in Edward's sudden affections for him, no, for Winry, and decided to stay and enjoy himself for a while. No one had ever emreally/em loved Envy. Maybe his parents had, at one point, but they had loved a different person, that certainly wasn't Envy. He didn't know what it felt like, to really be loved. He had just wanted to experiment a little, really, he certainly hadn't expected Edward to be a "first date" kind of guy.

Well, apparently, he was.

Edward and Winry hadn't been dating or anything, which is why this really came as a surprise. Envy knew that they had been childhood friends and all, and he knew that Edward was a hormone crazed teenager, but he had at least expected some decency from the kid!

Envy on the other hand, was still a virgin.

Ironic maybe, he'd been alive for all of four hundred years, he must've gotten lucky at least once in all of that time! Well, he hadn't. Lust and Greed were the only two homunculi who ever engaged in such things, since Lust was named for her frequent sexual indulgence, and Greed wanted everything, including sex. The others were a different story. For Sloth was too lazy, Gluttony was too busy eating, Pride was too busy trying to govern the country, and Wrath was like, ten. (Though Envy had a growing suspicion that Sloth was more than just the Fuhrer's secretary...)

And Envy was just... socially impaired. He wasn't going to admit to being scared, at least.

Progressively, the pair had moved to the bed, with Envy pinned underneath Edward's slightly larger body. He'd grown a little in size, and in maturity too it seemed. Envy could feel Edward kissing him, touching him, and hell, the sin was even returning the gesture. He didn't protest when Edward nibbled on his lower lip, then allowed the man's tongue to roam throughout Envy's cavernous mouth. The sin shouldn't have been enjoying this, he should've at least pulled the act by now. But something stopped him. Edward cared about him. Well, it was Winry who he actually cared about, but right now, Edward wanted Envy. Even if he hated the alchemist, even though he wanted him dead, this was the first person who had ever truly cared about him. So Envy lay helpless and vulnerable, allowing Edward to do whatever he wanted to his body.

Their movements were sloppy and unrefined, as to be expected of two inexperienced teenagers, (though Envy was much older, he behaved as if he were fifteen or sixteen). But in the heat of the moment, it was exhilarating. For that moment, Edward had forgotten his brother, forgotten all of the unrealistic expectations placed on someone so young. And for once, Envy managed to forget that he would always be alone.

Edward tore off Envy's clothes, hungrily grabbing at everything he could- his hair, his breasts, anything that seemed pertinent. Envy did his best to reciprocate, clumsily ridding Edward of his clothes, trying to involve himself emsomehow, /embut his fingers and his mind were both too numb to do anything of use.

"Fuck, Winry," Ed panted while nipping and biting at the crook of Envy's neck. "I need you so much right now." The sin couldn't hold back a moan- but god, how he hated hearing that name come from Edward's mouth. There was a stupid little part of him, that he kept buried deep down inside, that wanted to shift into his usual form and formally admit to Edward that he had fucked up. Royally. But then there was the matter of his- er, needs...

"E-Ed!" Envy gasped at the harshness of Edward's movements, but somehow, it felt incredible. Even with Winry's name weakening their trance, Envy wouldn't let his pride stop him.

He was met with no verbal response from his partner, who only forced his lips down upon Envy's. He gave a soft moan as Ed quickly pulled away, sitting back on his heels and pumping his length to lessen the impact, when a moan slipped out through his gritted teeth as enough precum pearled at the head of his manhood. He hadn't really thought of proper preparation at the time, nor was he really familiar with the concept, Edward was too hard to even bother with contraceptives. Envy gave a loud cry as Edward finally thrust into his entrance, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. Fuck, it hurt. /emAnd if Envy hated anything, it was pain, but he didn't protest, because more than that- he hated being alone.

Edward seemed to regain control of his senses, and he lovingly kissed the tears away from Envy's face. "I'm sorry," he murmured gently, "if you want me to stop now, I understand." Dumbass should've asked that before he'd gone and penetrated Envy. But his eyes looked sympathetic, sincere and caring; Envy couldn't look away. After a moment of adjusting, the pain became bearable for Envy, if not pleasurable, and he fervently shook his head for Edward to continue.

"No... Don't stop, I need this, Ed, I-I need you..."

Edward didn't need further encouragement. Slowly at first, with trepidation as he began rocking his hips against Envy, gritting his teeth to hold back euphoric moans at the feeling of Envy's tight walls gripping his length.

"More..." Envy murmured softly, and Edward complied, increasing the strength and pace of his thrusts. Soon, the homunculus was able to compete with his pace, bucking his hips into Ed's with a newfound confidence. He arched his back at the feeling, the pure ecstasy that he'd never experienced before. Envy could feel it building up up inside of him, as Edward continued to thrust relentlessly, and he screamed out Edward's name as his body was flooded with that euphoric pleasure he'd been seeking. Not long afterwards, Edward cried out Winry's name as he ejaculated, and Envy gasped as he was filled with Edward's seed. The blond messily pulled out of the other's tight, muscular walls, and he flopped down beside his companion, panting heavily, lovingly pressing his lips against the side of Envy's face.

After awhile, the passion began to dim, the lusty haze began to fade from their eyes. Both thoroughly exhausted, they could only lie beside each other, fitting together like puzzle pieces.

Envy forced himself to remember, it was her frame that fit so perfectly beside his.

"I love you."

Envy looked up in utter shock. He loved her. He hadn't nearly expected their bond to be so close, and yet, that stupid boy loved her. But for that little moment as they slowly drifted to sleep, Edward loved Envy. But Envy hated Edward Elric. Envy had always hated Edward Elric, and he always would.

"I love you too."

That mindset just wasn't making sense anymore.

A few hours later, once Envy awoke and Edward had loosened his grip enough, the homunculus carefully slipped out of the strong embrace and effortlessly shifted into his preferred form. He sighed, glancing down at the sleeping figure. How innocent Ed looked, it would've been hard to guess that this kid had just fucked Envy senseless.

"I'm such a fucking idiot," Envy snarled softly to himself, hearing Ed moan on the bed. He stiffened, wondering if the alchemist was waking up, but it seemed like he was still deep in sleep.

Envy still didn't know what he had planned to gain from this. He knew that he wanted to make Edward feel pain, but this? This wasn't going to make his life better, if anything, it would only get worse. Edward would only grow more spiteful of him, and in return, Envy would have to do the same, while silently coveting his love from afar, denying it all the while.

He should've killed the bastard while he had the chance, but he didn't. Envy didn't know why, but he just couldn't do it. He hated Edward, but he didn't want him to die. Maybe it was because after everything had cleared up, after hopes of the Philosopher's Stone began to diminish, killing had just started losing it's appeal. He was losing his purpose, his hatred for all of humanity, because he realized that humanity was already in his grasp. He might've been immortal and had special abilities, but he still felt and dreamt like humans did, maybe it wasn't so hard being human. He still hated them, that was a given, but somehow, he was slipping. He was losing his envy for Edward, because Edward had nothing that he wanted, and without his envy, he was nothing. If he couldn't even represent his own sin, then what was his purpose?

Once or twice, Lust had suggested that maybe Envy was more human than he would have liked to admit. And until now, he'd vehemently denied her accusations. He didn't want to have to agree, but there was a rational part of Envy that had to side with her. He'd already fucked everything up anyways, what was there to lose? His virginity?

Envy looked around, as if fearing that someone could be watching him, then he brought his flushed face down to Edward's, and pressed his lips gently against his cheek.

"..Winry...?" Edward yawned, eyes still closed. By the time they were open, he was entirely alone. The only evidence of another's presence was Winry's clothes strewn out across the floor, and the rustling curtains before an open window.