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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fullmetal_Alchemist
  Relationship:
      Edward_Elric/Alphonse_Elric, Father/Hohenheim
  Character:
      Edward_Elric, Alphonse_Elric, Original_Male_Charcter(s), Original_Female
      Characters(s), Father, Hohenheim, Winry_Rockbell
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Dark, Angst, Incest, Happy_Ending, The_Author_Regrets_Everything,
      Pedophilia
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-17 Chapters: 3/? Words: 9409
****** Teasers and Takers ******
by Miss_Lala
Summary
     Sex, Incest, death, rape and a man who could twist the world in the
     palm of his hand while holding down the devil with his foot. Al never
     wanted any of it but here he was in the mist of everything.
Notes
     Originally posted at FFN under the pen name Drunkditz, this is the
     uncensored version. Not for the light of heart...
***** Al Elric? *****
Chapter 1
Al Elric?
17 Years prior
"Dead?" Hohenheim asked devoid of emotion.
"Y-yes both died in child birth. F-forgive me sir I truly tried." The maid
stuttered through tears.
"I understand . . . pack my and Ed's things I am moving him to our country
house . . ." He said standing up. He had become noticeably pail.
"After the Lady's s-service?" The maid asked shivering.
"There will be no service . . . have them cremated and sent there."
"B-but my lord!" She began flustered.
He stared at her with blank eyes. "She had no one but me and Ed. I will not but
my two year old son through a funeral so young, what will you have me tell him
when he sees her and little Alphonse in their coffins? No their will be no
service." He walked out of the room as the maid fell to her kneels wailing for
the death of her mistress.
He walked into the one where his wife lay. A blanket covered the small body in
her arms. He knelt next to her and gently took her limp body into his arms.
Tears came then they rushed out at the sight of the two lost lives in his arms.
That was the last night Hohenheim ever cried.
*Outside*
A wail broke the silence of the night and the man held the child even closer to
his chest as the chilly breeze froze his skin as if the coat wasn't there at
all.
"Shhh child. Little Alphonse, quiet now they can't find you." He cooed as he
ran stealthy through the Elric property.
The wailing stopped as if he understood. The man looked down into the child's
big grey eyes and his heart melt for the second time that day.
"You are lucky you have such beautiful eyes, they saved your life you know." He
frowned a little in thought before he whispered to the child. "They told me to
kill you, I was suppose take you after she replaced you with a dead infant and
bring you to Father, that cruel man. It is nothing but a death sentence, worse.
If he looks into those beautiful eyes of yours you will be in for much worse. I
couldn't let him kill you even though I have killed many women and children.
You should thank those eyes you know I am normally so much colder."
He hailed a carriage and slipped inside, the infant still in his arms. He
whispered his destination to the driver and it wasn't long till they were
there, he told the driver to wait as he got out and walked to the modest
looking place. He left the child on the staircase and rang the bell. Looking
down at the infant he smiled.
"One more sin, this one to keep you safe." He quickly scrawled down something
on a piece of paper and laying it on the child before making his way back to
the carriage.
He got in a told the man of another designation. Not long after two shots were
heard the frantic noises of terrified horses. Alphonse's wails broke the
silence once again as if he'd know what had transpired.
The door opened and an aged lady stepped out, her eyes settled on the wailing
babe and she quickly picked him up and cooed him until his wailing quieted.
Seeing the paper she lifted it and squinted at it through her glasses.
"Al? What a simple name yet it seems to fit you perfectly. Now Al let us see in
we can find you somewhere to sleep." She told the now sleeping infant gently as
she walked in and closed the door behind her.
*Some place dark*
"Where is the child?" The older blond man hissed.
"I-I do not know! Constantine was in charge of him!" The women cried as she
held her bruised cheek from her place on the floor.
"And, prey tell, where is Constantine, Rema dear?" He asked his face shifting
into a cruel smile.
"I-I don't know! For the love of god I do not know!" She sobbed as he knelt on
the floor near her.
"Tut, tut, tut. You not only fail me but call on god as if he'd even look at
filth like you! You will be punished whore!" He hissed before he slapped her
again.
"And you will be!" He whispered as he tore at her clothes.
"No!" she screamed. "No!"
And she screamed long into the night before hours later she was silenced with
the crack of a gunshot.
*(Present Time) Sunny Day Orphanage*
"Al! Can you run and get Osirus? There are people to see him."
"Yes!" Al replied gleefully as he ran to locate his friend. He hoped with all
his heart that Osirus would finally get adopted. Osirus had almost been here as
long as he had and deserved a family. Al would miss him greatly but as long as
Osirus was happy so was he.
"Osa!" Al called. "Osa!"
Suddenly a red headed youth poked his head out of a room. He rubbed his eyes
sleepily and glared at Al. "What? Idiot not everyone likes to be awake before
seven you know."
Al sent him a mock glare before a wide smile spread over his face. "Hurry up
Osa! There are people to see you! Hurry and try to look presentable!"
Osirus snorted but allowed himself to be dragged inside by Al. Al quickly threw
clothes at him and brushed threw the long tangles of red hair. Causing Osirus
to flinch more than once. As soon as Al considered Osirus to be presentable he
dragged him outside and down the flight of stairs, stopping at the head of it
when they spied standing next to a blond couple and a girl that seemed about
their age.
"Mr. and Mrs. Rockbell this is Al and Osirus."
Al nudged Osirus when he didn't automatically introduce himself. Osirus nearly
jumped and blushed tearing his gaze from the blond girl. Al snickered, someone
had a crush.
"Hello I'm Osirus and this is Al." He bowed quickly and Al followed suit after
giving them a mirth filled smile.
The couple seemed interested in Al and talked to him as much as they talked to
Osirus. Al had that effect on people apparently and if it wasn't for all the
rumors and suspicions that followed his arrival he would have been adopted long
ago. Al knew of the rumors and such and had grown accustomed to the idea that
he would never be adopted. It didn't sadden him that much though; he liked the
orphanage and was a sweet old lady. He had made it his mission to make it so
all the kids got adopted. It saddened him to see them go but pride also filled
him. He had never met a bad kid at the orphanage and knew that they all
deserved a good home. He had done rather well. There had been twenty three kids
living at the orphanage and after Al decided to get them adopted those numbers
dropped drastically. There were only five kids left including him. They are:
Osirus, Cookie, Lizzie, and Sprint.
Osirus, his oldest friend, had arrived at the orphanage when he was five. His
parents had died in a fire and he had no other realities. Al had befriended
Osirus being that they were the only two near in age. Osirus is fifteen and Al
seventeen. They became friends easily, though with Osirus's sarcastic attitude
and rude manor you'd never know it. Osirus was a shy and skittish boy at heart
and had grown attached to Al after Al had given him his pudding when his own
had dropped to the ground. Al had started to call him Osa then and was the only
one allowed to call him that.
Cookie was nicked named Cookie because he loved cookies obviously. None of them
could remember the young boy's real name after years of calling him that.
Cookie's like of cookies soon became an obsession and he was rather possessive
with his stash. His chocolate colored hair was raggedy and unruly as if it was
never brushed, though Al brushed it every day. His tanned face always decorated
with crumbs and was usually adorned with a blank or scowling look, if you tried
to near his cookies. Though for some unfeasible reason the boy never gained any
weight as his small frame showed. Cookie is eight and had been in the orphanage
for half of his life. He had been found living in the streets, scavenging in
the garbage like a sewer rat and had been brought in kicking and screaming.
Lizzie was a reclusive person who mostly knelt by the window and stared at this
or that. At the six years that the girl had been here nobody had heard her
speak a word, not even when Al tried to coax some words out of her. She was the
eldest in the group next to Al but looked to be much older than her sixteen
years. She rarely chose to look someone straight in the eye and when she did it
usually made that person want to hide in a corner and shudder. Such sadness
could always be seen in her pale blue eyes. Her hair was cut very short like a
boy's and when ever somebody would ask her why she cut it this way she would
glare at them. No one knew her history but it looked to be a very tragic one
after all Al had seen a small painting of her with her mother. Lizzie's hair
had been waist length and a wide smile adorned her face as her mother held her
winking at the painter. Her mother looked to be a loving and lively woman and
in that painting her hair had been cut in the same fashion as Lizzie's. Al
never spoke about or showed anyone that picture.
Sprint was the youngest of the group. He was six and had been in the orphanage
for only two years. He loved to run and was rather fast, thus the nickname
sprint. Rowdy and always getting his caramel colored hair intertwined with
dirt. He had a positive demeanor and was always shouting and laughing, his
lavender colored eyes shining with mischief. Though Al saw past that happy-go-
lucky mask and held the small boy when he cried in his sleep. He never spoke of
it, and saw the boy as a little brother.
They were the toughest to get adopted because of their troubled pasts. Al hoped
that Osa would get adopted and then he could work on the others. Sprint would
be the next one, after Al got him to talk about his past and try to heal any of
the damage, Sprint would easily be adopted.
It started to get late and the Rockbells left saying that they would come back
tomorrow with an answer. Al snickered when he saw the look of longing on Osa's
face when Winry left. It was obvious that Osa had a crush on her and by the
blush on her face; Al would guess that Winry liked him too.
After they left Al followed a nervously twitching Osa back into his room. Osa
sat down on the bed and Al sat next to him and they elapsed into a comfortable
silence. Until, of course, a certain caramel haired lavender eyed boy ran into
the open door with energy that made Al tired just looking at him.
"Alllll! Is Osi (What Sprint nick named Osirus, Osirus ignores him.) getting
adopted?" The young ball of energy shouted. Al had to keep from smiling. It was
rather obvious that the boy didn't know whether to be happy, sad, depressed, or
excited about this sudden development.
"I hope so; I think the family is really considering it. They seem like nice
people I think Osa would make a wonderful addition to their family."
Osa snorts from his seat beside Al, though Al could see the pink tint in his
cheeks and the hope in his eyes.
*Rockbell mansion*
Winry all but hummed as she ran into the mansion, she skipped up the grand
staircase with a slight blush on her cheeks. That boy, that red haired boy was
all she could think about. He was just so cute! He might look tough but he had
been so shy when her parents had talked to him and every time she looked at him
he would blush. SOOO CUTE!
Not paying attention to her surroundings Winry accidentally banged into a
painting on the wall, it fell with a deafen crack in the previously silent
hallway. She gasped and hurried to pick it up. She paled when she saw the
painting, it was of the Elrics. Her parents most prized possession. They would
kill her! She lifted it and the fame fell off. The painting slid out of place
and she glimpsed something underneath it, tenderly removing the painting she
gasped. Another painting rested underneath and it looked just like that smiling
blond boy from the orphanage.
There were differences of course, this boy's face was more defined and his eyes
were gold. He also looked rather serious and didn't seem to be capable to
smile. He looked exactly like the blond- . . . Al?-and completely different at
the same time. Winry could not imagine the blonde boy without a smile on his
face.
"Darling what was that sound?"
Winry whirled around at the concerned voice of her mother, the broken painting
still in her hands. Her mother's eyes widened at the site of the painting.
"Winry!" She cried as she snatched the painting from her hands. "You are a
terrible klutz! You could have damaged the painting!"
Winry watched as her mother inspected the painting for damages and finding none
sighed.
"Mother that boy looks almost exactly like Al!"
Her mother's head jerked up in confusion, "Who?"
Winry gestured impatiently to the painting beneath the one she had inspected.
Her mother glanced at it as if she'd never seen it before. She gasped placing
her hands at her mouth and Winry watched the paintings fall to the floor.
"I thought that boy looked familiar . . . but it couldn't be that child died
ages ago . . . perhaps he fostered a bastard child?" Winry listened as her
mother whispered to herself hysterically.
"Honey? What was that racket?" Her father asked climbing up the staircase. His
eyes fell to the paintings on the ground and he froze when his eyes fell to the
picture of the young Hohenheim-or so see presumed it to be him-and looked up to
meet the glance of his wife. He face had gotten rather pail.
"Is it . .?" He asked softly.
"I don't know! He could have had a child by another woman in his grief!" Her
mother replied as she all but hyperventilated.
"The ages match . . ." He whispered as he gazed off somewhere most likely a
memory.
"there are many who look older or younger then they seem! The child is probably
a bastard! There is no other way that other child died!" She screeched
hysterically.
"We never saw the body, how are you so sure, children are kidnapped all the
time! The Elrics are rich it would make sense!" He shouted back.
"Then why is he in an orphanage! Why not ransomed or killed?" She yelled back
nearly sobbing.
"I don't know . . .!"
"Stolen or not, bastard or not he is an Elric! He looks a bit too much like him
not to be his child and with that said will you to stop bickering and start
thinking of a way to inform him! I think he would like . . . have the right to
know that he has a child or a nephew or something!" Winry yelled affectively
silencing her parents. They stared at her and their faces cleared.
"Of course thank you daughter," Her father said a slight smile on his face.
"Now how are we going to inform him? A letter will take weeks! And there is the
chance that it could get lost or gods forbid stolen, this type of knowledge
would be dangerous in the wrong hands."
"Yes not only to the young boy but to all that know about him . . ." Her mother
trailed off looking frightened.
Winry's eyes suddenly lit up. "Edward!"
Her parents looked at her confused and a little shocked by her outburst.
"Remember that there is that party that every noble family attends? You know
the Winter get-together? won't attend but Edward will he has never missed one
of the social gatherings yet!" She cried her face braking into a large grin.
Understanding dawned in their eyes and they too smiled.
"And it is in two days so he is mostly likely already here . . ." Her mother
trailed off grinning.
"I will start asking around to see where he is staying, after all our family
has always been rather close to the Elrics it won't seem as if any thing's a
miss if we visit him." Her father said as he made a dashed down the stairs, her
mother following leaving Winry with the paintings. She sighed, why is it that
it always felt like she was the eldest in the family?
***** Dress Me Pretty *****
Chapter Summary
     Al gets dressed up to meet Edward.
Chapter 2
Dress Me Pretty
*Elric Mansion*
"M-master?" A young brunet called, her face etched in nervousness as she poked
her head into her master's dimly lit room. She had knocked twice and hadn't
received an answer. Her eyes were drawn to a slightly built form sitting up on
her master's king sized bed. He squinted and then glared at her as he flicked
the light switch to high. The room erupted in light and she gasped as her eyes
fell on the tan skin of her master's nude upper body, his hair loose and
dishelmed, he rubbed one gold eye and glared at her. He obviously had just
awoken.
A slight whimper drew the maid's eyes to another form that had gone unnoticed
until now. Her face tinted pink. It was rather obvious now why her master had
still been asleep he had . . . been too occupied to rest last night.
The long haired red head whimpered in her sleep as she pulled the blanket over
her nude body, hiding from the light.
"What?" Her master asked harshly, mostly due to his abrupt awakening. Her
master was usually rather nice . . . with anything female. Thus, his well known
reputation as the Male Siren singing young females into the throws of city-
wide-scandal. She truly felt pity for the pretty red head.
"F-forgive me master there is a guest waiting for you, I left her in the
sitting room." She replied timidly.
She saw her master perk up when he heard 'her' he apparently was not satisfied
with last night's conquest, but then again he never was. "Her? Who is she?"
"Ms. Winry Rockbell, sir." She answered and she was her master's face light up
with a mischievous/lustful look.
"Tell her I'll be down in a little bit!" He said sounded rather joyful all
sourness gone.
She nodded and scampered off down stairs with a small shudder. "Poor miss. I'm
glad that I'm only ten and have not attracted that rouge's attention." She
mumbled to herself.
Ed slid out of bed and made his way to the bathroom that was attached to his
room. Walking through the door that had been left a jar he stepped into the
bath that had already been drawn for him. It was Luke warm because when the
maid had drawn it for him he had still been half asleep and glared at her until
she left. That had been half an hour ago. He sighed as he sunk into the water
feeling the sweat, grime, and other body fluids slowly slip off his skin.
Grabbing the soap that scented of cinnamon he quickly washed. A maid appeared
by his side and quickly attended to his hair. Finished he stepped out and
grinned as the maid dried him. She was blushing. Ed didn't remember bedding
this one. She was rather cute though brunet with her hair in a bun, large
expressive blue eyes, and an hour glass figure that Ed easily appreciated.
Especially her more than decently sized bosom,
No time for that though he had another lady to attend to at the moment. Ed
strode into his room stark naked and picked up the clothes that had been laid
on his now empty and made bed. Slipping into his snug pants chocolate colored
pants (he rarely ever went anything except commando.) and slipped on his
scarlet colored dress shirt. He tucked in as he put on his socks and brown
boots. The maid was brushing his hair (Carefully because she knew that her
master treasured his long blonde hair.) and braiding it. As soon as she was
done Ed stood up and exited his room without a word of thanks to her.
He walked down the grand staircase with the years of seduction plaintively
oozing off his body. Ed was hot, sexy and irrespirable and he knew it . . . too
bad this all seemed to fall flat on Winry. She stood at the end of the stairs
looking pissed, impatient, and not lustful at all. Either she didn't find him
attractive or she was really good at playing hard to get. Obviously she was a
terrific actor because who in their right mind didn't find him attractive? It
just wasn't possible, at least in Ed's opinion.
"Hello Winry . . ." He said smugly his smile died on his lips when his gaze
caught on the frame of a mostly hidden figure. A male figure. Ed felt his face
twist in a jealous frown. The boy poked his head out and Ed lost his voice for
the first time since he became a teenager. Wide grey eyes stared at him from a
nervous and curious milky white face. But what really shook Ed was the stylish
mess of honey blonde hair on his head. The same honey blonde hair as the one on
his head.
"Edward, meet Alphonse Elric your brother!" Winry proclaimed with an obvious
smirk on her lips.
*Sunny Day Orphanage, Two hours prior.*
"Al! Come down stairs and bring Osirus the Rockbells are here to see you!"
called from the foot of the stairs. Al perked his head at this and shook Osa
slightly from his place on Al's lap. Osa swatted at his hand and turned around,
making himself face first in Al's lap, lips almost touching a certain part of
Al's antimony. Al snicker before he shook him again, Osa would be mortified
when he woke up to such a position. Then he would blame Al for it and call him
a pervert. Osa was the only one that knew that Al was gay, though Al would
never hit on Osa; Osa was like a little brother to him. It wouldn't feel right.
\"Ugh . . ." Osa groaned as his eyes fluttered open. he yawned and then froze
suddenly and Al had to stifle a snicker. 3 2 1 . . .
Osa jumped off of him and stumbled backward sending him sprawling to the floor.
His face now resembling his hair he glared at Al. "Al pervert! You tried to get
me to blow you!" He shouted pointing an accusing finger at him.
Al rolled his eyes, "As if, I could do sooo much better." He said playfully as
he helped his friend up. "The Rockbells are here; let's hope they didn't hear
your little outburst."
Osa scurried to the door still blushing though for an entirely different
reason. Al chuckled softly as he followed. They were nearly at the staircase
when Al stepped up behind Osa bringing his mouth to Osa's ear. "But you know if
you ever want to, who am I to turn away sex? They say redheads are naturals . .
." He whispered huskily grinning at Osa's flinch and playful shove. He had been
playing with him though he thanked the gods that Osa hadn't shown any interest
like many males did when they saw him that would have been . . .awkward to say
the least.
They hurried down the stairs relieved to see that the Rockbells were waiting in
the sitting room out of ear shot and therefore completely ignorant of what had
transpired upstairs. They turned at the sound of the boys' approach. Mrs. and
Mr. Rockbell smiled warmly at them though their eyes seemed to focus on Al in
an almost probing manor. Winry grinned at the sight of Osa though she too
stared at Al with a blunt curiosity. He frowned a little, they were acting . .
. unusual.
"Come here and take a seat." said gesturing to the slightly warn out couch that
sat across from the couch the Rockbells occupied. Al nodded and walked over to
it, Osa followed suit. They sunk into the comfy lavender colored couch
fidgeting a little. Al wondered why he was here, it made sense for Osa to be
after all they were going to adopt him (hopefully.) but they should have balked
at the sight of Al's file. Being delivered to the orphanage the same day the
son and wife of a noble (Al didn't know his name or how he looked because he
wasn't involved in such matters considering that he lived in an orphanage in a
very poor part of town.) usually made people run for the hills, (People these
days were rather superstitious.) not that he wanted them to mind you but it was
rather weird.
The Rockbells seemed rather nervous and Al thought that Winry would explode
from holding in whatever it was that she wanted to say. Apparently she decided
to start the conversation.
"First off we have decided that we would like to adopt Osirus." Al grinned and
watched as Osa's face tinted pink as he tried to keep from shedding tears of
relief. Winry took no time on tackling him and sitting next to him, she latched
comfortably to his side and Al almost snickered when he saw how red and oh so
happy his friend looked. Al patted Osa's head happily.
"Second we think that we might know who Al's family is." Al froze. His family?
As in . . . his family, the same family that left him at the orphanage without
a second glance. Al didn't know whether to be angry or excited, so he decided
that he'd stick with nervous and slightly fearful. 's eyes softened at his
obvious discomfort.
"Al we believe that you were taken from your parents when you were born. We
have a lot of evidence pointing to the fact that you are none other than
Alphonse Elric." She stated firmly.
Elric . . . where had he heard that name before? Wait wasn't that the name of
the noble who lost his wife and child to child birth? The one in the rumors
which made it so he could not be adopted that Elric?
After a couple of minutes of awkward silence Winry spoke up. "Al I know this is
a shock but we thought you should know that it is very possible that you have a
family and that they don't know you exist. Edward Elric-your brother-is here in
city for a noble get together. I was wondering if you wanted to meet him. He
won't be staying for long and it will be hard to find him after wards. He and
his father live out in the country and nobody really knows where. Ed travels to
different cities for parties and things but his father, your father has become
well . . . a hermit to say the least. This could really be a once in a life
time chance, Ed may not come to this city for many years. Though we don't want
to push you it's your choice to make."
Al just sat there. Not answering immediately simply because he couldn't answer.
His parents hadn't given him up, he was rich, he had a brother a father, and he
wasn't doomed to live alone in the orphanage once the other kids were adopted.
Al swallowed hard, was he really ready to do this? What if his brother hated
him and his father acted weird around him? What if they didn't believe him?
After all Al wasn't even sure if he was part of their family. It would be
extremely cruel for him to give them that hope and then have it dashed away; he
didn't think he could handle it if that happened.
But he wanted it sooo badly. It was selfish of him but he couldn't help it. He
had always thought that he would never have a family because of his special
circumstances and now here was the chance of a lifetime to finally have one.
For once in his life Al wanted to be a little selfish.
"Okay." He whispered nervously. A cheer erupted from the room and Al smiled
sheepishly.
A million things seemed to happen at once. Osa and Al said bye to all their
friends and Al was extremely sad to say bye to Sprint who looked like he was
about to cry. Al promised to visit and told Sprint that he was the man of the
house now and it was up to him to try to get the other kids adopted. Sprint
nodded violently while tears streamed down his face, taking the task to heart.
Osa and Al were then shoved into the carriage, which was a rather difficult
task because Osa thought that the horses were demons. A little while later and
they had arrived at the Rockbell mansion which was the grandest thing either of
the boys had seen. Though Winry told Al that the Elrics had three mansions that
where far grander than this. Al found that hard to believe.
The Rockbell mansion was beautiful to say the least. As soon as one stepped
inside they came face to face with a grand staircase. The carpet was fluffy and
ivory colored making the boys self conscious thinking that their dirty shoes
would ruin it. The walls were painted a pure tranquil light blue. On the
ceiling held a chandelier smack dab in the middle making the boys gaze in awe
as they unconsciously stepped away from it afraid that it would fall. Paintings
of eloquently dressed people decorated the walls and beautiful vases filled
with exotic looking flowers were set on various tables. Winry gestured to the
door to the far right and said that it led to a bunch of other doors and
staircases. Those rooms were hardly used unless guests came over or for storage
of some sort. The door to the far left led to a hallway though the rooms their
held things like the art room, the baby room, the music room and such. Al
stared at her dumbstruck, she acted as if having specific rooms for these
things were normal, but perhaps they were.
She then gestured to the two rooms on either side of the staircase. The one to
the left held the library and the one to the right the dining room. There was a
door in the dining room which led to the sitting room and a staircase that led
down stairs to the kitchen. The door in the library led to the inside garden
and from there led to a staircase that led back up stairs. Winry told them that
upstairs was where her, her parents, Osa, and many other vacant rooms were.
A light shown in her eyes and the next thing Al knew he was being pulled along
(With Osa.) up the grand staircase and into the room immediately in front of
it. This room was beautifully furnished. The walls were white with hints of
blue. The furniture was made of some expensive looking wood and there was color
everywhere. The sheets of the king sized bed were a blur of colors, blues and
reds. The carpet was a lime green, Stuffed toys in unusual colors (Pink wolf,
purple cat type thing.) decorated the floor, bed and furniture and the room
seemed a bit unorganized. They couldn't really get a good look at the place
because Winry was already ushering them to the back of the room where a fire
place was. She let go of their hands and turned to them her eyes shimmering.
"Want to see my favorite part of this house?" She asked nearly jumping with
overly pinned up giddiness.
They nodded and she turned back to the fire place, squatted down and pressed
her hand on the wall at the back of it. It slid open to the boys' disbelief and
she crawled in ushering them to follow. Apparently they were tunnels that the
maids often used when company was there as to not interrupt the guests. The
tunnels ran all over the house and Al was almost sure that they were lost three
times. She finally led them to a door which when opened led them outside to the
back yard. She giggled as they gasped it was a rather enthralling sight. but
they would have to look around later Winry led them to a young girl that was
lazily picking flowers with a strange looking cat on her shoulders. She looked
when she heard them approach and grinned at the sight of Winry.
"Mai I need you to get Al dressed as sexy as possible." Winry said gesturing at
Al.
Mai looked at Al giving him a once over with a critical look in her eyes, she
suddenly broke into a smile. "That isn't going to be a problem since he's
already eye catching!" Al blushed as Mai dragged them back into the maze
turning corners carelessly and Al wondered nervously if she knew where she was
going. Al had a slight fear of being lost . . .
Soon though, she led them out of the tunnel via door that led them into a room
filled with gorgeous fabrics, in thousands of colors and textures. She threw Al
into a chair and grinned almost insanely which made Al gulp. Al watched
terrified as Winry and Osa snuck back into the tunnel and away from what Al
thought was going to be a very scary situation, though before he could call
them back Mai laughed nearly hysterical her eyes brightening up dangerously.
"Time to get to work!"
Two hours later-which consisted of Mai stripping Al and throwing every piece of
cloth in the room (Just so you know there was a lot of cloth.) on him.-she
seemed pleased and ushered him out-barley giving him time to redress-and
telling him that his new clothes would be finished tonight and ready for
tomorrow morning. Al assumed that was when he would meet Edward . . . his
brother.
Luckily Winry and Osa were waiting in the tunnel for him-lucky because Al had a
reputation of getting lost-Osa snicker at his dishelmed appearance and Al (good
naturedly) shoved him (hard). The rest of the day went uneventfully; dinner was
exquisite though it was rather hard to have a decent conversation with all of
them sitting a good distant away from each other. Yelling ensued. Osa and Al
slept in the same room, the one next to Winry's-not because they had to,
goodness knows that there were almost too many rooms in the house-but because
they had done so for a very long time and it was done out of habit.
The next morning was filled with activity, today was the day that Al feared the
most, the day he would meet his family that didn't know he even existed.
Breakfast was chaos; Al and Osa had nearly slept through it-having never slept
in soft beds as these and were reluctant to leave them-thrown out of bed by an
equally cranky Winry-though she was by far the scariest when awakened in the
morning-and threatened to shove them clothes and all into the fridge water of
the bath-the maids had prepared earlier . . . much earlier-if they didn't move
soon.
They stumbled over each other in their haste to obey her. They scrambled into
the bathroom clothes flying as they pounced into the water and screamed. It was
damn cold! At Breakfast there was much screaming-because again they sat
distanced from eat other-and the maids and servants rushed around in a nervous
mess. One had fainted because Winry had yelled at her to get more napkins,
though this was solely because she had forgotten to use her normal voice to
people when they were in touching distance and not because she in any way was
mad at the girl. Mai had appeared shortly after breakfast was finished and had
dragged away a nervous Al. Al then suffered through an hour of being shoved
into clothes and once that was finished another hour of making sure that he was
perfect.
The Rockbells and Osa waited for Al in the sitting room and Winry was talking
fast and nervously to them and looked, to Osa, like a father expecting the
birth of his child. It was a rather humors thought until it dawned on him that,
that would imply that he was the 'mother' and he mopped after that.
Mai suddenly entered the room tugging a very reluctant, very embarrassed Al
after her. They all gasped. Osa wasn't ashamed he'd admit it damn Al was sexy.
Al was dressed in white making him look more innocent then he already did,
which was saying a lot. The white pants hugged his feminine body exquisitely,
leaving nothing to imagination. The white button up, long sleeved shirt was
tucked in and slightly loose, it was unbuttoned half way showing off Al's ivory
colored skin underneath, Translucent pink flowers were scattered along it
giving him an even more serene beauty. His hair was the same in style but
looked shinier and seemed to have more dept. Al's face was set in a slight pink
tint from embarrassment and if Osa was seeing correctly a slight pink shine on
his full lips. On his feet where white leather boots that completed the look.
By the looks his friends were giving him Al assumed he looked good or he could
look sooo horrible that they just couldn't say anything but Al refused to think
like that his self confidence wouldn't allow it so he merely assumed that yes
he was HOT. And apparently he was if Winry's over enthusiastic gushing and the
looks that Osa sent him-which made him question his friend's sexuality a bit-
were anything to go by. His self esteem was doing a little happy dance by the
time that Winry judged that it was time to go. They said their goodbyes to the
Rockbells, Osa and Mai. Osa didn't understand why he couldn't go and Winry had
whispered something to him that made the red head blanch and usher them out the
door. This made Al rather suspicious and contemplates what it was that he had
gotten himself into.
They were in the carriage now and driving away when Al asked. "Umm Winry I get
that I need to look nice and all but isn't this a little . . . much?"
She turned to look at him with a smile that slowly twisted into a malicious
smirk. "Edward is a notorious player. He usually goes after anything that's
beautiful, that doesn't limit only to women. So you see Al we dressed you like
this with only one plan in mind, to seduce Edward Elric."
It was then that Al realized what a trench he had dug himself into, and he
didn't see any way out.
***** Master? You Got To Be Kidding Me *****
Chapter Summary
     Al gets pissed and molested.
Chapter Notes
     Sex but no penetration in this chapter.
Chapter 3: Master? You Got to Be Kidding Me
*Elric Mansion*
Al stared at him; the beautiful honey blond haired boy with unreal gold eyes.
He can't be real. He's too beautiful for him to be real. I can't be related to
such an angelic creature . . .
"Is he a present for me?" That Angelic voice asked.
Al scowled.
Screw that angelic comment. Damn perv really is a player and apparently deaf,
wasn't he listening to Winry at all?
Winry scowled as well. "No Ed! He's your BROTHER! Hello weren't you listening
at all?"
Ed stared. Brother . . . surely these people were joking, his brother died long
ago. They both did his mother and brother during child birth. Father became so
quiet because of that. Surely they were joking even if it was a cruel joke; it
was a joke none the less. He scowled, how dare Winry do such a thing? Unless
that boy was the real cause? Perhaps he had deluded her into believing such
lies. Ed glared at the beauty then that was it. He was nearly positive. Women
were such sentimental creatures after all; she had just been lead on by
innocent eyes and a sob story. That angel would pay for this . . . in a most
delicious way. After all, the boy may be cold hearted and cunning but he were
also beautiful and would look lovely bound beneath him begging to be forgiven.
Time to set the plan into action.
"I will need time to absorb this. Though he is welcomed to stay here," Ed
finally said he figured that this would be the most believable answer.
Winry's eyes narrowed suspiciously but Al didn't notice in his inner panic
attack.
He actually believed meeeeeee! I can't believe it! My super-hot, inhuman,
slightly perverted brother believed meeeee! Yay!
The rest of the morning was uneventful, Winry had stayed-she still felt
suspicious about the whole thing-and the three of them had sat in the sitting
room and talked about this and that, though mostly about Al's past. Al
explained how he was an orphan and talked about his life living there, his
friends, and such. Al found out that Ed was in fact the player that everyone
thought he was. Through most of time that Al was speaking Ed was staring either
at Winry's bosom or Al's thighs. This disturbed Al considering that he was the
pervert's brother and should be off limits but apparently he was not.
Stupid player, pervert! Stop staring at me! I'm your LITTLE BROTHER damn it!
Though since Al was Al he couldn't say such a thing out loud. He was just too
polite and scared. It would be disrespectful for him to say such a thing to his
brother, he didn't want to anger him and get thrown out when his brother had
been nice enough to believe him and let him stay. Nope he couldn't do that but
oh he so wanted to. It started to grow late as the sun laid on the horizon and
Winry was forced to leave. After all it would be unseemly for a girl of noble
birth such as she stayed to such a late hour alone with two men. Al walked her
to the door, his heart starting to grow unease.
 "Don't let him bully you Al, if that perv does anything to you fight back. You
may be younger but you're stronger. Keep that in mind okay?" Winry whispered to
him before she hurried out the door to the waiting carriage. He watched her
carriage drive away from the still open door, he felt reluctant to leave the
doorway. Ed seemed nice but so did con men before they robbed you blind. A con
man might have just been better then what he was now forced to deal with.
He closed the door gently and walked as slow as he could manage-to prolong the
time where he wasn't being leered at-and made his way back to the sitting room
only to be met with a young blue haired maid. He hair fashioned into two small
pony tails on her head gave a clue to her obvious young age. She looked to be
perhaps eight. Red eyes shined when she saw him before a slightly guilty/
nervous look swept her face.
"Ummm M-Master Edward h-has gone up to his r-room, he would like you t-to meet
him there. It is the only one open upstairs!" She said hastily before she fled
the room as if the devil was on her heels.
Al stared after her nervously what could have possibly made the girl act that
way. Was his brother really that mean? Al didn't want to think about it so he
hurried out of the sitting room and up the grand staircase. A door was left
ajar and he presumed that, that was his brother's room. Or at least he hoped
what cruel thing it would be if it weren't and he would be forced to search the
mansion for it and get lost. Yes if he were to try and locate it he would get
lost, there was no possibilities that he wouldn't get lost it was implanted in
his genes or something.
Al walked into the dimly lit room and spotted nobody. Was he wrong was this not
his brother's . . .
SLAM!
Al jumped out of his skin when the door was closed behind him. He couldn't even
react as he was suddenly taken roughly by the arm and thrown hard onto the
exquisitely soft bed. The soft click alerted Al to the fact that somebody had
locked the door. He clumsily tried to sit up but was pressed down immediately
by a hand against his torso. The light flickered on and Al came face to face
with gold eyes. His eyes narrowed in outrage at the sudden understanding that
dawned to him.
"LET ME GO YOU PERVERT!" Al screeched as he fumbled vainly under Ed.
Stronger my ass! I don't know how strong Winry is that she can overpower Ed but
I on the other hand am not stronger than him!
Ed chuckled. "Now why would I do that? You come here saying-no lying that you
are my deceased brother and you expect to leave here unsaved?"
It dawned on Al then.
He believes that I lied to him and am trying to con him or something!
"Damn it I didn't lie! Winry was the one that told me that I was your brother
not the other way around! You cannot believe or whatever but I will not just
lie here and let you molest me because you think that it is in your right to do
so!" Al yelled struggling all the more with every word that left his mouth. Ed
nearly chuckled the little honey colored boy beneath him was rather feisty and
in denial it seemed by the slowly becoming hard on pressing up against his snug
pants.
Ed leaned down and whispered seductively into Al's ear. "You like it; I can see
and tell that you do." Ed pressed his body flush on Al then, lying between Al's
open legs. Al gasped as a part of Ed's antimony brushed against his.
"N-no I don't! LET GO!" Al screeched.
Ed chuckled as he took hold of both of Al's wrists and pinned them above his
head. Al let out a yelp when another hand, armed with a belt-that Al was sure
Ed hadn't been wearing-tied him securely to the bed post. Al yanked against his
bindings and found out-much to his horror-that there was no way out of them.
Al's voice came back to him when Ed's hands found the fly of his pants. He gave
an 'eep' before thrusting his hips this way and that trying to do all in his
power to remove Ed's hands. He didn't seem to succeed. Naught a second later
and Ed sat back to pull down the piece of clothing, Al's pants were around his
ankles. His tight white boxers outlining his hard on perfectly.
"S-STOP!" Al yelled fear and a foreign emotion twisting in his gut.
Ed looked up, directly into Al's eyes. His hand moved to Al's erection and
squeezed.
"N-nngghh!" Al gasped his eyes closing as his face twisted in a painful
pleasure.
"It would be rather cruel of me to stop when you are already so far gone." Ed
replied easily.
Al couldn't stop his hips from thrusting into Ed's hand and he wanted to kick
himself, he knew what that odd feeling that was twisting in his gut was now.
Pure, unadulterated LUST.
Oh hell I'm just as perverted as he is! It probably runs in the family!
Al whimpered as Ed's skillful fingers peeled off his boxers and removed both
articles throwing them to some unknown place in the room. Much to his
humiliation his erection sprang up, hard and throbbing. Al vainly tried to
close his legs not liking the wanton position he was currently placed in. Ed
would have none of that. He took hold of Al's thighs and spread them open
making himself comfortable between them.
"No, no, no we can't have that, now can we?" Ed purred as he boldly grasped
Al's aching member. Al gasped and-as much as tried not to-arched into the
touch.
"Nnnghh!" Al whimpered thrusting against Ed helplessly. Ed reached down to
something on the floor that Al couldn't see in his current Ed came back up Al's
eyes widened. In Ed's hand was a device that looked remarkably like a cock, it
was metal and had a weird mental stick with a little handle like thing at the
end, Al had no clue what it was but he did NOT like it.
Ed saw him looking and grinned. "The Elrics own a company that makes sex toys,
and usually they give me the new inventions to test out before putting it on
the market. This is new and I haven't tried it yet it's called a vibrator.
Apparently if you push this small metal thing in and twist it to the left it
starts vibrating, twisting it to the right will open it up and make it bigger.
To do both at once you twist it either to the left or right pull it out while
it's in that position, twist it in the other direction while it's out and push
it back in. I was going to try it on myself but since your here why not . . ."
Al gaped at him.
He's not seriously going to use that on me! . . . how is he going to use it?
Ed saw his expression and chuckled. "A virgin are we? You’re so cute it's hard
to believe. This." Ed shows him the toy. "Goes inside you, right here." Al
blinks when Ed points to his ass hole, he blinks again and then freezes when he
finally gets it.
"There is NO fucking way that your putting that in THERE! It won't fit anyway!"
Al screeches as he begins to struggle full force again.
Ed chuckles. "You'll like it, I did and believe me at first I didn't believe it
either."
"I DON'T CARE! LEAVE ME ALONE PERVERT!" Al screams trying vainly to release his
wrists.
Ed just chuckled and put the toy down, he reached for a bottle on the table
near his poured some of the sweet smelling clear gel like thing in his hand and
put the bottle down as he massaged the liquid into his fingers. Leaning over Ed
took one of Al's flailing thighs in one hand holding it away from his body so
he was more open and placed his knee on the other to pin it in place. Now that
Al's movement was successfully banished, Ed placed one gelled finger near Al's
hole and circled it teasingly.
"WHAT THE HELL! STOP! DON'T TOUCH ME THERE . . . AIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Al screeched
more out of surprise and discomfort than anything else as Ed sunk a finger
inside him.
"Nnn n-no . . . s-stop. . ." Al whimpered as the finger started moving causing
heat to shoot into his groin.
Ed didn't stop; he gently started to pump his finger in and out. Al gasped in
shock and then his eyes hooded as he started to moan. Another finger was added
and this made Al a little uncomfortable-not counting the obvious discomfort of
being finger fucked by one's brother of course-though when Ed began to move
them the discomfort seeped away. Ed added a third finger and Al gave a shout as
Ed brushed a place inside him. Ed chuckled.
"That would be your prostate, little non-Al. It will make this a very
pleasurable experience for you."
Ed removed his oily fingers drawing out a desperate moan from Al, he then
proceeded to lube up the vibrator and placed it at Al's opening. He made eye
contact with Al and didn't look away as he slowly pushed it in. He was looking
for signs of pain. Ed didn't want to harm Al he just wanted to teach him a
lesson-and have some fun with the gorgeous blonde-Al gasped but no pain twisted
his features, just surprise and discomfort. Ed smirked at him.
Ed pulled it until only the tip was in and plunged it completely back inside,
Al cried out as it slammed into his prostate, Ed did this over and over while
Al moaned and panted and bucked helplessly with pleasure.
"Perhaps you can take something a tad . . . larger." Ed said his eyes twinkling
dangerously as he turned the slim metal to the right and plunged it in.
"Ohhhh," Al whimpered as it grew in size.
"Now let’s see how much more you can like it, eh?" Ed asked with that
frightening tone as he pulled the slim metal out, turned it to the left and
plunged it back in.
"Nyaaaa!" Al screeched as the thing started to vibrate, lightly touching his
prostate. Ed gripped Al's cock and he felt his climax approaching frighteningly
fast.
"Do you like this Al?" Ed asked with a slightly sadistic smirk, his hand
pumping Al almost viciously.
"Ehh Ed! I'm going to cum I'm sooo close!" Al cried out desperately.
"No, no, no we can't have you coming yet." Ed replied.
Ed took his hand away from Al's weeping cock-Much to Al's disappointment-and
leaned over the bed. Al heard movement and then a click to signal that
something had been opened, then more movement. Al was very curious-as well as
apprehensive-he wanted to know what Ed was looking for . . . and what it would
do to him.
Ed showed Al a circular thing that for some reason gave him an ominous feeling.
"My little liar this is called a cock ring, it prevents release." Ed leaned
over
"Wha? What are you going to do? Nya!" Al yelped as the cock ring thingy clamped
tightly-and soo very uncomfortably-around the base of his cock. Al opened his
mouth to protest but Ed pressed the vibrator just a tad bit deeper inside of
him. "
"NYAAA!" Al cried out as the cursed thing touched his prostate. He cried out
over and over, his legs felt like jelly and his muscles clenched and released
involuntarily trying to find the release that was so very allusive. Al hated
that damn cock ring.
"Tell me Al beg me to let you cum." Ed whispered his hand playing with the
buttons of his pants. He wanted Al soo badly right now but he had to wait, Al
would beg for it first.
"Ahhhh! Nnnngh! Pl-please Ed. . . . “Al begged as he bucked, all the while
cursing the evil 'cock ring' in his head.
Ed groaned at the sight of Al moaning and thrusting helplessly against the
vibrator. He leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Just tell me you want it
babe and I'll give it to you."
"Nnnngh! E-Edwa-" KNOCK!
"!" A servant called from outside the door.
Edward froze, slowly turned his head toward the door and glared death. He
decided he'd fire the person on the other side of the door. Al tried not to
make a sound-very difficult when you have something shoved up your ass-and sort
of succeeded.
"Mr. Elric!" A servant called again, the servant banged on the door over and
over. She seemed desperate.
"WHAT?" Edward bellowed. Al wanted to snicker, the pervert was obviously
pissed.
"T-there's been an attack at your father's estate!" She screeched nervously.
Al saw Edward's eyes grow and fear seep in. He didn't like the look of fear on
his brother's face, even if he was a bastard.
"WHAT?" Ed screeched as he jumped off the bed and flew out the door, leaving it
wide open. "Untie him!" Ed called as he turned the corner, leaving a mortified
Al and a blushing servant girl behind.
That perverted bastard is sooo dead!
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