[~I totally stole a Bible verse because I couldn't think of anything else, but if you go with the NKJ version of the Bible's translation, this title actually fits in a pretty ironic way.]
Pairing: Dante x Envy
Genre: Total PWP.
Warnings: Smut, language, smut, and some WTF.
Spoilers: Argh, I don't think so?
Notes: This fic was part of the Iron Smut Rare competition. After some poking and prodding, I decided to clean it up a little and post it as a genuine fic. I didn't clean it up very much because...uh, I'm a lazy jerk, but I did some touch-up work.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA and such.
("Don't stop half-way, Envy," she instructed. "That's no way to do things.")
x-posted to fm_alchemist, fma_rare, fma_smut, fullservicefma, fma_het, teh_envy, and ambreficcage (my fic journal)