Log in

Fanfic - Cody Shirogane-Hideki Crossfield [entries|archive|friends|userinfo]

[ website | Triquetra~Yume ]
[ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ]
[ archive | journal archive ]

Fanfic [Jun. 26th, 2006|08:07 pm]


[State Your Attitude! |artistic]
[What's Your 1, 2 Step? |All The Things She Said -TATU]

TITLE: All The Things She Said
RATING: R for sexual content/violence
CHAPTER: Oneshot
PAIRING/S: GreedxPride, inferring EnvyxPride and CodyXEdo
SUMMARY: You'd think it was obvious... that the one who is called Greed, would indeed be greedy. Just what would she want though? No need for money or women, she's more interested in gaining answers and a certain sin. A sin that's all her own.


Indigo hues casually glanced towards her elder brother. He was older, but she continued to see him as a younger sibling; someone she had to protect. Of course he didn't need to be protected. He was a homunculus, a sadistic creature chock full of strength. But he was more than just a brother... Envy was her brother, so was Wrath. She hated them both, but Pride...? He was precious. Perhaps it was just her interests, her love for him, but either way the emotions had bled through and mixed into her entity. She would never let him go. No matter what Envy said, Pride was hers for the taking. The creator had deemed it so, and as much as she wretched at the thought of the girl, she found that her intentions were the same. Envy had had enough with their previous lives, he would not have these incarnations!

All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
This is not enough

"Pride..." Amber hues glanced over his tattooed shoulder to gaze at her. The optics were void of emotion, just as his mind was empty of memory. Why was he not also haunted with the memories of a past that they both, somehow... at sometime... in someway, shared? Did he not also contain the animosity of their supposed youth? His lips had said no, but his kiss told her otherwise. He called her "Greed", and he was "Pride", but had they not once been called something else? She knew they had, there was always a voice that told her what she knew... Everything that she shouldn't know. All the things that Dante had strived to erase through the feedings of the Crimson Elixer, but that voice was persistent. And in the end, it was the only sound that calmed her anxiety. It was her own voice, but one different from what he would hear.

I'm in serious shit, I feel totally lost
If I'm asking for help it's only because
Being with you has opened my eyes
Could I ever believe such a perfect suprise?

"You want to do that again?" He asked softly. It was a voice that echoed in her mind, hinting of a love from long ago. With a simple nod of her head, he knows exactly how the night will go. Rather than running off to Envy, for whatever sick purposes the damned sin had in mind... but no, he would not be Envy's. He slowly stepped towards her. His footfalls were like walking into a sanctity, but for good or for worse? He was unsure, and she knew that. Why else would she be so gentle towards her brethren? Because she cherished him, that's why. He was hers, and she let him know such with a tight embrace about his midriff. His back rested against her chest; spine arching whenever her claws applied pressure to the small of his back. Whenever she would graze her fangs across his collarbone, he released a soft whimper that always... always rebelled against her sense of security.

I keep asking myself, wondering how
I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out
Wanna fly to a place where it's just you and me
Nobody else so we can be free

Sometimes she wondered if it was wrong. She felt the need to protect him, but was she also hurting him? His soft whimpers, rasp cries, and the frustrated tears... Without intending to, was she hurting the one she cared for most? Without meaning to, she her own consciousness would hack away at her mind and mutilate all that she had ever, supposedly had, known. How many times had she tried to give herself the same wounds that she unintentionally inflicted opon his body whenever he came to her? Because he did come to her, always willing... It was this which gave her the salve to place over her wounds, rather than salt. He came to her, his arms grasping onto her tightly. His fingers which pulled her hair, his lips which sought her own, his claws that stabbed into her flesh whenever he tried to hold her close; his warmth that pressed close against her, his body that curled into her own... And when he did, she felt so alive. Much unlike the homunculus-being that she truly was, but more like what she had been previously. Because she had been real once upon a time, so had he. During their encounters, did he feel real too?

All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
This is not enough
This is not enough

Before he fled from her touch, so she said. Now he embraced her tightly. Before he had shied away from her kisses, now he was whimpering when she paused for breath. Before he glared with irritance, now his eyes pleaded for more. Before his body was half mechanic, now he was covered in alchemic scars. Before he pushed away, now he clung desperatly. And just like before, she would never let go. She whispered softly into his ear, her fingers gently cupping his face. Trying to silence his whimpers with kisses, she groaned softly whenever he grinded into her hips with his charming attempts to get closer to her form. His fingers clawed at her back, his knees pressed into her sensitive nerves which simultaneously threw her senses into overdrive. Whenever she hissed painfully, he flinched as though he had done wrong. Though rather than scolding him like Envy would, she pulled him further into her body. Throughout this confrontation, he would become to tangled with her that there would be no telling just where his flesh ended and hers began.

All the things she said
All the things she said

With sweat glistening and chests panting, with tangled limbs and blood drying, with half-lidded eyes and solemn smiles; throughout all of humid, came a bubbly giggle. Her eyes peered down at her fellow sin, the blonde enigma that was cuddling against her bare side. While she rested, he was still curious... one of the rare moments in which he decided to explore her body on his own. His fingertips creeped over her stomach, briefly poking at her navel. He would then take a quick glance at his own abdomen, as though making sure he also had an indenture in his stomach before returning his attention to hers. His fingers ventured further down, pressing onto her hips as to see how much pressure he could add before inducing damage. When no inflictions were made, he continued south. His fingertips glided across her skin, the digits shyly brushing through the ebony curls. His eyes locked onto her own. Upon finding meeting her stare, his face flushed deeply and he jerked his hand away. She smiled, reaching out to grasp a hold of his own hair. She guided his head to her own and once more fulfilled his mouth with her own distinctive taste.

And I'm all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed
They say it's my fault but I want her so much
Wanna fly her away where the sun and shine
Come in over my face, wash away the shame
When they stop and stare - don't worry me
Cause I'm feeling fine for her, what she's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head

His body molded against her own nicely, like fitting into a puzzle. His head buried into the curve of her neck, his armed tucked up against her ribs, his thigh was pressed up against her own, with his leg resting over her body with a provoking knee pressing against her crotch in a shy yet comfortable fit. His cheek was smothered against a lock of her bangs, and golden tresses were splayed over her shoulder with its gentle caress. His arm hugged about her ribcage, casually cupping the underneath of her breasts. Her right arm coiled from beneath the fit curve of his body, with her fingers holding him by the rise of his feminime hips. Her other arm layed over his shoulders, with gentle fingers massaging the back of his neck. In response, his face would nestle into her collarbone and his chin would brush over the swell of her bossom with a soft tickle that only a lover's flesh could give.

Mother looking at me
Tell me what do you see?
Yes, I've lost my mind

His fingers ceased their journey across her body, and fell limp at her side. His golden locks discontinued the nuzzling into her neck, and his toes fell still against her inner thigh. He slept soundly, emitting no cries like he used to. He was quiet, his body snuggled closely against her own. She could feel him breathing, feel the whistle of wind blow through his nostrils and onto her neck. Listening to the soft whistle of his nose, she noticed the sychonization of their breathing. Whenever he inhaled, she exhaled. Her stomach lifted slightly into the space that was unoccupied as he inhaled. When his stomach pushed forth, hers pulled in. Whilst working together, there was never a free space in between their bodies... and she found that she rather liked it like that.

Daddy looking at me
Will I ever be free?
Have I crossed the line?