Green Tint

Written by: Alexa (Haraguroi)

Chapter one: Dim Lighting

Ed was off going to the store when he saw him. He was slouched against a dark ally's wall. Ed saw the figure collapse to the ground and turned his head, eyebrows raising, "Uh, hello?" he asked cautiously, stepping into the alley suspiciously, "Are you okay?" he asked.

There was a grunt and the being shifted, whimpering under his breath. Ed walked swiftly to him. In the dull light Ed still should have noticed something weird about the weird way it's hair fell, the revealed skin, currently sopping with blood. That was what drew his attention, "Oh my..." Ed's golden eyes widened a millimeter. He lifted the figure's head and saw his eyes closed. Hurriedly he checked for a pulse and found one. Shallow and quick, not good signs. Ed lifted the much-bigger person over his shoulder.

One would think he would have noticed by then the green tint to his hair, his strange outfitting. But the blood was all on his mind. He thought perhaps it was the way the shadows fell on his skin, or maybe it was the person was wearing a skin-colored shirt, and the tint was just like his old friend, Brigadier General Hughes. In the light his hair would seem green.

He concentrated on getting the figure to his temporary apartment he shared with his brother, Alphonse, though he was currently in Resembol visiting Winry. He sighed and unlocked the door, flicking on the light and laying the figure on the couch, eyes widening when he realized who it was.

Envy laid docile on Edward's couch. Let me repeat that, in case you didn't get the gravity of it. At least, this is what was going on in Ed's mind. Envy was laying on his couch. HIS couch. The one he sat on! Ed thought the world had been turned inside out and upside down. He looked at the wounded homunculus, confusion clouding his face.

Normally, for all his concerns, Envy was the strongest of the group, it was always he who did the dirty work, the one who hauled things around. Maybe because he was the oldest and strongly. He was also normally insane. But that's another story.

Ed was shocked to see the green-haired sin on his couch, apparently he hadn't the notion that it was he who brought him in there. Then the blood reminded him. The wounds weren't healing, like they did for all the other homunucli. Here was the strongest, a large knife wound going from his left shoulder blade to his right hip, and then from his right shoulder blade to his left hip. A large X. Ed looked at the rest of him.

There were scratches along his face, and multiple places where a hole was dug clean through his body parts. Like his leg. Also his hair was damp, and matted with blood. Ed was confused, one, how come the wounds weren't healing? Secondly, how could he be brought down like this. Sure, he knew that he would be able to bring the sin to his knees, but how could anyone else? (Ed is quite modest as you can tell.)

It looked as if he had been in a large fight and lost. He was bleeding and soaking his couch with water and blood. Ed ran to get towels and water to clean him up when he saw it. Envy had shifted, allowing Ed the pleasure of seeing his back, which looked as if it were beaten, or flogged. There were old, thin, white lines of scars, but newer, fresher ones, which were covered in dirt and grime. Then, on Envy's lower back, just before the small, gender confused skirt Envy chose to wore, was a large G, crudely knifed into his back. Ed stopped for a moment, staring at the G. So far, he hadn't the pleasure of knowing what it stood for.

He quickly regained his senses (What he still had from the shock of learning he brought his worse enemy in his house of his own free will) he got water and towels, beginning to clean what he could see of the homunculus. About half way through, Envy shifted and groaned, laying on his back with a grimace. He opened a violet eye.

His first sight was Ed, back to him, wringing out his towel. When Ed turned to him again he frowned, "Stay still, I'm not done cleaning you up."

Envy blinked, eyes dull and dazed. "Ah..." he said confusedly, using the phrase he always used in weird/awkward/confusing/twisted situations. He shifted again as Ed put the towel on his chest. He then realized he was nearly nude save for his skirt.

Edward kept his eyes on Envy's chest, trying to ignore how delicious it looked. For it did, look delicious, I mean. Ed blushed, turning a light shade of pink. It wasn't so bad cleaning an unconscious body, they couldn't respond. But Ed felt Envy's violet eyes watching him. When he got to a large hole that had punctured through to the other side, he felt Envy gasp and stiffen.

Ed concentrated. Only on Envy. He ran over his chest with the lightly-heated water and felt Envy stiffen again. There was no wounds on them, though. Ed did not get it at first, but after a couple more trials and a whimper from Envy, Ed understood and blushed a nice solid shade of scarlet, all the way to his neck, "Stay still." he commanded breathlessly.

"I'm trying." Envy said, voice hoarse. It was the first Ed had heard from him, "Where are we, anyway?" he asked, trying to ignore the heat rushing from his feet to his head, making him lightheaded.

"My apartment." he said, trying to sound casual about the whole thing.

"Why did you bring me here? Aren't you supposed to want me dead?"

"Aren't you supposed to want me dead?" Ed retorted, running the cloth over Envy's neck, "What happened to you anyway?" he asked, "You were covered in blood when I found you, and some of your wounds still won't heal. Like these damn puncture wounds."

"Touche, kid." Envy said and snorted at the question, "Like I would tell you, Fullmetal Pipsqueak. As far as I'm concerned it isn't any of your business."

"That's some sort of thanks for the guy that just saved your life!"

"Saved me life? Hardly. I would have been fine, I bet."

"Sure you would have," Ed said, rolling his eyes, "So, then who's that G guy? I can't get the damn thing to wash off." Ed turned Envy over and tried to scrub at and around the spot.

"Enough." Envy said, voice angry. With a flash, Envy was changed. Instead of his gender-bendered clothes, he wore a black sweatshirt and sweat pants, "They'll heal overnight." Envy said, "I swear I won't hurt you tonight if you let me sleep here."

"Swear?"

"Swear on the bastard's grave." he said solemnly.

"Alright, I suppose I..-" he stopped and frowned. Envy was already asleep, an arm strewn over his eyes.

That night, Edward dreamed. We're dreams about a great, furry monster with green eyes. Then it turned into a dream about the alphabet chasing him with knifes and carving their letters into his skin, crawling all over him and forcing him down. Edward gasped upright, looking around. It was dark, he was alone in his room, Envy was next door. Ed sighed and went back to sleep.

This time he dreamed that wonderful things were being done to his body. Wonderful, lovely things that made his legs quake, made his lips part in breathy moans and his lungs shudder. He was filled with heat at whatever was going on between his legs. He loved it. Absolutely loved ever last fucking minute of it. Ed was a teenager. All teenagers have wants and needs in their existence. When Ed pulled at thick dark hair to see in his dream who was doing this to him, he wanted to thank them, he gasped. There was Envy's violet eyes.

Ed woke up, looking down and finding his bed slightly damp. He looked down at himself and blushed scarlet. His member was at full attention, standing tall and proud. He blushed and tried to go to sleep, only to be greeted by the same dream. When he woke up for the day, Ed found his sheets were more then a little damp.

Wahoo, first chapter up. I hope you guys like it. Oh, there may be, like, one lime in this story, I don't want it to be just, like, all smut. I think these two should have a better relationship then just hot sex. But that doesn't mean Ed can't dream about it. ;D So anyways, this is going to be my first story that I'm actually dedicated to finish. So, please review, it helps me along. o.o

-Alexa