That's All He Wrote.

That's All He Wrote.

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Homunculi. Half human being created by failed attempts at bringing a dead person back to life. There are only seven in the world, each of which are named after the Seven Deadly Sins: Lust, Wrath, Envy, Greed, Gluttony, Pride and Sloth. Some have died while others are strong enough to remain alive with their inhuman powers. The one they deem as 'The One Whose Name We Cannot Say', otherwise known as Dante, is considered their 'mother' of sorts. She refuses to allow the Homunculi to feel any emotions other than contempt. Loathing for humans. What is this feeling that Envy has when he's around Wrath? Is it normal? Is it something wrong with him that Dante forgot to fix when he was created? Or does Wrath have the same feeling? Does he also feel that urge to spend time with Envy, no matter how bitter it may be? What will happen once the feeling is realized as love? What will become of Envy and his young Homunculus, Wrath?
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"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

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