Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Misuse of Alchemy Series ❯ Misuse of Wrath ( Chapter 4 )

The Misuse of Alchemy series

a Full Metal Alchemist based collection of erotic fanfiction involving the misuse and abuse of alchemy. Because sex is better with an alchemist!

by Masamune Reforged

Masamuneehs@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or its characters. If I did, you'd bet there'd be more porn of it.

Warnings: Yaoi lemon, (Envy x Wrath), rape, Wrath is clearly underage, mention of guro. Old animeverse.

 

This one's for Ruby.

 

Misuse of Alchemy 4

Misuse of Wrath

Envy x Wrath

 

I take in a sharp, sudden breath and almost orgasm right there.

 

“Uhmf.” I let out a little, sexy grunt, shifting my legs apart lazily. I reach down and stroke the mane of greasy, black hair covering most of his face. Part of me wants to grab hold of his hair, pull it up roughly, and then spit in his agonized face. But I don't. I just tell him, “Fuck you and that freak tongue of yours.”

 

He's sucking my cock way too well for me to want to stop it for even a second.

 

I feel him start to try to say something, his throat constricting tighter in the front, squeezing down on the fat, pulsating staff of my dick. He's been at it for about, oh, the past half an hour or so. The kid's usually pretty quiet when it's just me and him, but after finishing our work today, the little twerp was only going to be doing one thing with that mouth of his.

 

So, I slap the new Wrath upside his head to let him know to not even think about it. He's not getting a word out until I'm done using him. That's what I do, I use him, his throat, his ass, the sockets of his ears if I'm really feeling rowdy. I have to lean back a little on the pile of rubble, all that's left of the ruined Ishbal settlement, and close my eyes against the hot, beating sun of the desert, because the sick little shit is doing that thing with his tongue again.

 

What thing? Well, I don't really know, because he can do just about anything he wants with that mouth, that tongue. It's wet and hot, but it's the fact that he can tighten or relax that body of his at will. At my will. He's got the blood of that dirty blond brat in him after all; the kid can use alchemy to turn that hungry, little, pink organ to go wherever he wants it to... when I have him put his mind to it.

 

And that's why for the past half hour I've been having him down on his knees-on that fucking shit's son's knee-and making him suck my dick with long, slow, full motions. I just need to take him by that black mop and get him down there; he knows how to do the rest. Now it's gotten to the point where I don't even need to slap him around beforehand.

 

I will miss breaking him down. The untrodden snow is the best to dig your heels into.

 

The thing is, I like slapping him around. I like to make him screw up his face in miserable pain and pathetic sadness. I like the whimpers he makes when I stick my cock in him, and I love the screams he makes when I cut him open, choke him to death, or just bash his head against a rock until his brains ooze out. It's made all the better by knowing that each time I use his body to serve me needs, it takes the life force of dozens of piss-ant humans.

 

That hot, wet tongue of his is now starting to curl its way all the way down the rock hard shaft of my sex. It feels like a hot, wet snake is gripping me and thrashing, helplessly thrashing. I take my right hand into his hair and curl it into a fist.

 

“Yeah, you fucking whore alchemist, suck it!”

 

Wrath responds real well to any kind of verbal encouragement, and he begins to close his throat around me even tighter, sucking hard now while he begins to break the dull, slow pace from before. It feels like he's trying to break off my dick with just his throat. You can't see much of the kid's face while he's chowing down on me; not with all his hair, but I know his eyes are shut in concentration. He wants to please me. It's a two way street. He pleases me, I don't trod on his face and kill him for fun. The way I drive, I take up both lanes.

 

The little fuck feels so good around my cock, and it's just too good to not give in to.

 

“Oh fuck, you and that goddamn tongue. I'm going to feed you soon, you hungry little shit. Come on, suck!”

 

I fuck his tiny little throat without any regard for his body. If he was human, I'd have choked him to death by now, but the kid hangs in there. His little head is a blur as I pump him up and down again and again, slamming him down onto me. I feel a hot heat rising up inside of me, and the little shit's tongue completely squirming and wriggling all around my throbbing sex as the twerp tries uselessly to get air.

 

My body jolts forward in a violent fit, and then another, and I can feel the hot, thick essence coming out from deep inside of me. It adds a thicker, stickier wetness to the inside of the little cocksucker's mouth, and I know that his tongue, completely twisted and wrapping half the way down my thick length, is covered with the blood crimson color of the Stone and all the shitty, meaningless souls that went into making it.

 

Like the bodies of the dead women and children lying motionless in the settlement's ruined center, the only thing they're good for is getting me off.

 

Wrath breathes in deeply through his nose, and I idly realize I'm still holding him by the back of his head, crushing the kid down onto my already softening dick. I let him go, recoiling backwards, gagging. I admire the small marks I've made on his pale skin. My cock falls out of his mouth and onto my stomach with a wet 'splat'.

 

Coughing, Wrath struggles to his feet. I can't see his face because of that hair of his. But I don't need to see. His hands are balled into fists and his body shows all the signs of shaking from not letting me see the pain and discomfort. Little guy doesn't know whether he should be scared that he likes it or angry that he had to go through it. And frankly, I don't give a shit.

 

He doesn't say anything or cry or any shit like that. He knows I'll beat the living crap out of him if he does. I materialize myself some shorts to cover up. I let out a deep, half satisfied sigh and look slowly around the empty landscape of dunes, burned huts, and disfigured bodies. There are only a few vultures eating the still warm flesh, and it reminds me that it's going to be some time before Lust makes it here...

 

Wrath is still standing there, with his hair covering his face and his little hands curled up into fists and trying not to cry because I'll spend the next few hours beating his face and raping his little ass if he does...

 

But it's going to be a few more hours before Lust gets here, and there's no point in making it worse than it needs to be. So I slide off of the rubble and bend down, brushing Wrath's hair out of the way.

 

I'm probably going to rape him more anyway... to be honest.

 

I look him in the eyes, and he looks back at me—the would-be tears quivering in the corners of those big, gray orbs. His jaw is clenched and I can tell he hasn't swallowed me down yet. Kid still has issues when it comes to feeding time... He's got a dribble of light red from the Stone under his mouth, and I resist the urge to lick it off of him by telling him to do it instead.

 

He looks at me with a look that leaves no doubt that if he could kill me, he would. But then there's the sudden flash of his tongue, real small and skinny this time, darting out of his mouth and lapping up the red smudge from his lips, and I feel myself starting to get hard again.

 

“Swallow the rest that's in your mouth,” I tell him.

 

He does, reluctantly taking the souls down into him.

 

“Good boy,” I say.

 

A few minutes pass. A light breeze from the southwest carries a bit of the salt from the faraway sea on it, and it makes flecks of sand dance in a tiny whirlwind around the ruined well. Soon it'll carry on and bring the smell of the dead out across the entire southern wastes. And the vultures will come to feast.

 

“When is Lust coming?” Wrath asks. It's a fucking annoying question, even if I'm wondering it too.

 

“When you stop fucking talking,” I answer.

 

Wrath opens his mouth to say something, but quickly thinks better of it and doesn't. Instead he takes a deep breath and makes a pouting face, even as he's glaring at me. Then he scrunches up his nose and sticks his tongue a good three feet out at me.

 

I hope Lust doesn't come for awhile...

 

-end Misuse of Wrath

Misuse of Alchemy 4

 

Wrath has way too many traits that scream “Write me in a lemon”. And I just can't picture him with anyone except for Envy. I feel bad, because he is just a kid, no matter how you look at it... But, where am I going to find another subject for these stories who can do the stuff he can?

 

I figured Envy would 'cum' Philosopher's Stone. Right? Also, I remember the scene in the first anime where Envy is feeding Wrath the stone, and that served as a real inspiration for this one.

 

Next time is going to be something a little more consensual.