Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ All Sinners ❯ Ling's Arrogance ( Chapter 4 )

TITLE: ALL SINNERS : Ling's Arrogance

AUTHOR: Cherrymelle

FANDOM: Fullmetal Alchemist

PAIRING: LingxEd, EdxAl, RoyxEd

RATING: R

GENRE: Vignettes various genres

WARNING: angst, suggested sex and violence

DISCLAIMER : Full Metal Alchemist and its characters aren't mine, but the following fic is mine. Anyway, that's not like I was making money out of either of them.

SUMMARY: Ling is rightful. Of course he is THE Emperor.

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Pride

 

“The latest Fuhrers were one-eyed and the most famous alchemist is an amputee. Is it Amestris's custom? I shall cut my nose off to blend in.”

 

Al was wisely restraining his brother.

 

“You're weird.”

 

“You're mistaken Alphonse. Commoners are weird. We Emperors are merely eccentric.”

 

“You're not Emperor yet, weirdo.”

 

“True, but I will be. You better not forget that.”

 

“Weird and arrogant.” Ed snorted dismissively.

 

Ling let out a superior smirk. Soon, even the great Fullmetal alchemist would have to submit to his almighty power. Ling always set out to be the best and he had yet to fail once.

 

Gluttony

 

Mooching meals off of the Fullmetal Alchemist was delightful, but not for the reason people would have believed. In all honesty, Ling couldn't care less for the free food. It was the delectable company he wallowed in.

 

He enthusiastically drank each angry protest, eagerly swallowed each annoyed glare, hungrily ate up each irritated gesture, avidly gulped the sight of rambling lips, famishedly gobbled up the aggravated man's sheer brilliancy and jealously devoured his very presence.

 

When they parted he always felt wholly satiated. Sadly, this contentment only lasted a few days. He knew he would need his refill real fast.

 

Greed

 

Growing up in a palace gave one some bad habits. Ling had never been short of anything. Battalion of servants were at his beck and call, willing to do his every whim and to give him the best of all things he could wish for.

 

When still an infant, Ling was fascinated by shiny things. His Nannies would soothe his tantrums swinging jewels under his nose.

 

Luxury had an acquired taste and, contrary to popular beliefs, not one which could be quelled. It only grew sharper with years.

 

“I really love your hair.” His eyes never wavered from the golden braid.

 

Lust

 

“You wedded the Consort two months ago, Young Master. Surely the Honeymoon has ended.”

 

“Not quite.”

 

“You have to... meet your other wives. All clans need heirs.”

 

“I know Fu.”

 

He knew of course, but how blushing virgins could ever compare with the passionate beast who shared his nights? Edward was sex on legs. In a bed he became an amazing creature. The way he moved sinuously, leisurely, with bouts of frantic abandon. The way he sighed, moaned, growled, mewled or screamed. The thought alone...

 

Ling felt his pants grew tighter.

 

“You're dismissed Fu, I have... pressing matters to attend.”

 

Sloth

 

“I'm getting rusty. Wanna spar?”

 

“Sorry Love, I am calculating budget this morning. Ask Ran Fan, she's a worthy opponent.”

 

“Lord, I came to help you with the budget.”

 

“No can do Ran Fan, I have meetings to attend. See if Fu can lend you a hand.”

 

“The clan heads are waiting for you, Young Master.”

 

“I'm not feeling well Fu. Take them to the Consort instead!”

 

How convenient that an Emperor had so many person to delegate useless matters to. Now the fools would chase each other all morning while he would be enjoying the quiet doing nothing.

 

Envy

 

Edward had pledged his life and future to the Emperor of Xing. That should be enough. That wasn't.

 

The Consort's heart still belonged to a nondescript kid living in the far removed Rizenbul.

 

By seniority's rights, the Fuhrer of Amestris still had first dibs on the Consort's body.

 

Ling didn't know which annoyed him more: not being the only one or not having been the first. Unable to decide on the matter, he resolved to be insanely jealous of the two men equally. Even better, he would begrudge anyone who had ever touched HIS Consort. He shall write a decree.

 

Wrath

 

The first time Ed had shown violent tendencies, Ling passed it off as an unfortunate consequence of the stress from imperial obligations. When it happened again, he understood why Amestris's Fuhrer had often sported bruises.

 

Striking back was below him and Ling needed to make a point. Relieving Ed from both his automail limbs and imprisoning him in a cell for an entire month without visit were admittedly drastic measures.

 

Isolation and deprivation were incredibly hateful things to do to such a man as the proud Fullmetal Alchemist.Yet, Ed would thus learn how unwise provoking the Emperor's ire was.