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Despite the obvious fury he was feeling, Envy found it slightly odd that he wasn't transforming into his true form. The hulking conglomeration of disembodied souls would have easily ripped the ground restraining his arms asunder and allowed him the luxury of crushing Edward flat.
And yet, there was something constraining him, forcing him to keep his favorite form, in spite of the humiliation and the pain. There was something beyond it, an underlying pulse of twisted enjoyment. He blinked as the realization finally showed itself. In a sense it was understandable, he did love to watch people, even the other homunculi, twist and snarl and moan in agony, but he had never considered finding ANY type of pleasure in putting himself in such a position.
Then again, he never actually stripped and well, spanked his play toys. He simply found inventive ways to kill them. This was entirely different, and it simply had to be the reason why he wasn't really planning to carry out any of those threats, it HAD to be the reason why every hot burst of biting pain the belt created as it snapped over his bottom sent an echoing surge of heat and tingling to his groin. He had completely forgotten the way Ed had been making him feel before all of this started but now, he was finding his focus drawn not only to his backside, but to his penis, which was twitching in response to every swat.
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