The Nature of a Sin

You’d think that Alphonse would have known better, really. Greed laced his fingers together and propped his chin on them, staring at the boy on the bed. It was unusual for Lust to manifest itself in a male form, but the positioning of the oroburous tattoo left him in no doubt which of them Edward Elric had been reborn as. In a way, he pitied the blond boy – pitied him, because while it was the destiny of every Envy to want what they didn’t have and never try to get it, it was Lust’s to want what they didn’t have and never stop trying to get it. Greed had no idea what he was going to do with the new Lust. It was unusual to begin with that any of the homunculi would know another of their kind both before and after they became a homunculus. It made things slightly . . . awkward, even though that hadn’t stopped him feeding the red stones to Ed, and watching his body melt and twist, reforming into the figure lying on the bed. No one knew what Alphonse had done, Greed was sure, and only partly because the younger Elric had died during the attempt. It had originally left him in somewhat of a conundrum. Then Ed had woken, twisted in sweaty sheets that clung to his body in places that made several of Greed’s new people stare, and asked two questions. Greed’s answers, flowing easily to his lips without conscious thought, and yet ringing true all the way down to his bones, had answered all of his doubts. Returning to the now, Greed stood and walked over to the bed. He ripped the sheet off in one smooth movement, running covetous eyes over the smooth, perfect flesh it revealed. It was unusual to see Ed with two whole arms and legs, stripping him of the type of attraction that which was beautiful and damaged had, and yet giving him a whole new way to be desirable. Greed smiled, long and slow and full of teeth, and slid into the bed next to him. ~ “Who are you?” “I’m Greed.” “Who am I?” “You’re mine.”

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