Chapter 1

Chapter 1

How it Began

I was still weary when I opened my amber eyes, trying to focus on my surroundings. My head hurt and my arms were stretched tight above my head. Feeling a burning sensation on my wrists, I tilted my head to see what the cause of my pain was. I was in a dark room, barely able to make out the ropes tying me to my prison. I lay back down. At least the thing I lay on was soft. I tried with all my might to remember what had happened and how I ended up here.

Pictures of beings surrounding me, filling my memories. Then I remembered. There were two homunculi, one round and short, a man with an insatiable hunger, Gluttony. The other, a tall dark woman, Lust. Beings with no soul. Beings that only lived because someone else had died. There was a bright light and I'd blacked out. Did they put me here? I wondered. And, where was here? A sudden panic gripped my heart, making me feel terror. I fought the bindings on my wrists, trying to wriggle out of them, feeling my pain heighten, but it was useless. Whoever put me here knew what they were doing.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and a blinding light hit my eyes and lit up my golden hair. A tall silhouette appeared in front of me as my eyes adjusted to the light. I could see the outline of a woman, long, dark, wavy hair and curvy figure. I gasped, realizing it was Lust.

"Oh, you're awake, I see," Lust said, making her way toward me. She sat next to me and leaned her face in close to mine. "Need anything, Fullmetal?" Her voice held a mocking tone. She softly brushed her lips against mine before lifting her head back up.

I was shocked at the slippery feel of her lips on mine and the sweet smell of her hair. I didn't expect something like that from her. It made me feel strange. I cringed at the thought I actually might have liked it. "What are you doing? Why am I here?" I tried to shove the feel of her lips on my out of my mind.

"You're here because I want you here." She turned and left the room.

I watched the door close, enveloping me in darkness again. "No! Let me go! What are you going to do with me?" I yelled after her. I heard a slightly muffled voice from the other side of the door.

"If you want something, Edward Elric, you'll have to beg." She walked away, her high-heels clicking on the wooden floor.

"Damn-it." What the hell did she mean? I have to beg? I'd never beg a homunculus, I told myself. At least now I knew what I was lying on. I'd been able to see around the room when the door was open. I was on a large bed and appeared to be in a bedroom. I wondered what time it was. I was tired, hungry, and aching, but not enough to beg for anything. Closing my eyes and trying to get comfortable, I resigned himself to sleep.

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I writhed on the bed, sweat pouring out of me onto the sheets. Dark hair fell around me and a soft body pressed against my front. I felt lips kissing my neck and hands caressing my arms. Rolling my head back and forth, I let out a soft moan. My nerves were on fire. My body betrayed me. I didn't want to like it, but I didn't want it to stop. I peered into the darkness, trying to see who was touching me this way, fueling my desire. Watching as dark eyes appeared above my own, I felt swollen lips devour me, a tongue lapping at the inside of my mouth. "Lust!" I opened my eyes.

Panting, I looked around the room, trying to figure out what had just happened to me. I heard the sound of high-heals quickly approaching the door, realizing I could actually see the door. It must be morning, because I could make out the inside of the room. Burgundy velvet curtains were drawn across the window, but still some light made its way in. The door opened and slammed against the wall.

Lust stood in the doorway, breathing heavily. "What happened?" She sounded surprisingly concerned.

I was confused, was she being nice to me? Just as quickly as her words reached me, her demeanor seemed to change.

Lust gave me a seductive smile. "So, were you dreaming about me?" She walked slowly over to the side of the bed. "Ed, your so . . . firm." She ran a finger up my pant leg.

I choked, realizing what she was referred to. My dream had made me hard and it was showing through my pants. Embarrassed and flushed, I turned my head away from her. "Get out!"

"But, don't you need anything?" Her finger slid dangerously close to the expansion in my lap.

I was momentarily caught up in the sensation her finger left on me as it made its way up to tease my groin. It sent shivers up my spine and made me think about things I shouldn't be thinking about. I suddenly realized what was happening, making my breath hitch. I twisted my hips to pull away from her. "What the hell are you doing?" I felt horribly uncomfortable.

"Don't get yourself all flustered, Fullmetal." She pulled her hand back. "Guess you just want to lie there." She turned to leave, flicking her hair out behind her.

I felt tremendous pressure from my bladder all of a sudden. "Lust, I-I need to go to the bathroom." I hoped it would be a simple request.

Whirling around, she smiled wickedly at me. "Beg."

"What? I'm not going to beg." I felt anger building in my chest.

"Okay." She turned around and put her hand on the doorknob.

"Wait, Lust, ah, damn-it. What do you want to hear? Please? Please let me go to the bathroom?"

"Not good enough. That was just using manners, something I know you're not accustomed to, but not good enough." He voice was sharp and sarcastic.

It was really starting to hurt. I realized I had to do whatever she wanted, the alternative was even worse than having to beg. "Okay, um, I'm begging you. Please, Lust, untie me so I can go to the bathroom." I twisted my body to face her.

"Well, it's not great, but all right. I guess I'll let you." She walked to a closet, located at the foot of the bed, opened it, and took out a small, wooden box with a hole on one side of it. She turned around and headed toward me.

"No, you don't really think . . . "

"Edward, I'm not that sinister. I'm just going to lock your hands in this box, so you can't use alchemy to escape." She chuckled. She unfastened my metal hand and I allowed her to place it in the box. After climbing onto the bed, she straddled me, putting a delicious pressure over my groin.

Lust obviously enjoyed the shocked expression on my face when she looked down on me. She unfastened my flesh wrist and placed the other hand in the box. She sat on top of me for a moment longer than needed, as if wanting to see me squirm before she got off.

I climbed off the bed, welcoming the feeling of being vertical. I felt a partition inside the box, not allowing my hands to touch. Letting out a heavy sigh, I took a step forward.

"Wait a minute, Ed." Lust pulled out a silver chain and fastened one end around my neck and the other around her wrist.

"What's that for?"

"Just added protection. You see, we used alchemy to make the box and this chain. They were specially made, just for you." Her voiced sounded smug and proud. "As I'm sure you'll see, you can't remove your hands from the box and you can't touch them together, so you can't use alchemy. The chain has special properties. We made it with a lock from your hair while you were sleeping. It binds you to whoever is wearing it and you can't remove it or go beyond it's reach. Right now, you're bound to me, Edward Elric."

I immediately tried to remove my hands from the box to no avail. Panicked, I raced away from her. When the slack in the chain caught, I was flung to the floor, landing on my back. "Ouch . . . "

Lust shook her head. "You're so predictable. Let's go, the bathroom is this way." She waited briefly for me to stand before heading for the door.

I thought about my dream all the way into the bathroom. Was any of it real? When they took my hair to make the chain, did Lust really do those things to me? I felt warmth flood my groin and decided now was not a good time to be thinking about it.

When we reached the inside of the bathroom, not far from my room, I realized I had yet another obstacle. I glanced at Lust, not sure how I was actually going to undress. "Now what?"

Lust didn't say a word. She approached me and looked me in the eye. Her face was so close to mine, I could feel her breath on my cheek. I smelled her fragrant hair again while her hands unbuckled my belt.

In one smooth motion, she unfastened my pants and pulled down my zipper, brushing her fingers over my length.

I tried to remain calm, but inside my head was reeling.

She thrust my pants down, boxers and all, and turned away from me, leaving me exposed. She walked out of the bathroom and closed the door.

The chain around my neck pulled at me. I had to focus on the duty at hand. After I did my business, I went to the door and knocked on it with my head.

Lust came back in the room.

I had my back towards her.

"Modest, Ed?"

"What did you expect?" As she dressed me from behind, I felt her hand brush against my naked flesh, between my thighs. Holding my breath, I closed my eyes. The whole situation started to produce feelings in me I couldn't understand.

Lust took me back to my room and retied me to the bed. She seemed like she was being careful while she put the ropes back on, making sure I was comfortable. "Is there anything else you need, Ed?

"Some food would be nice." I searched her face. All this intimacy, was it making me see things that weren't there? I thought I saw her looking at me differently.

"You know what you have to do." Lust waited by the door.

I sighed. "Lust, I'm begging you, please can I have some food. I'm so hungry, please." I watched as Lust left the room, closing the door behind her. I wasn't sure if I was getting food or not. But as soon as she left, I was alone with my thoughts.

I looked around the room, trying to see if there was some way for me to escape. There were tiny cracks in the white plaster of the walls and ceiling. The canopy bed I lay in was made of a rich, dark wood, intricately carved. There was a matching nightstand, with an ornate brass lamp. The shade matched the deep burgundy of the curtains draped over the room's single window, positioned to the side of the bed. The duvet I lay on appeared to made of silk, dark green, with a patchwork pattern of swirls.

I rolled onto my side and wondered where my brother was. Was he was looking for me? I fought to think of anything but the way I felt when she'd touched me. If I let my mind go down that path, I'd go crazy.

I smelled food cooking and wondered if there was anyone else in the house with us. I hadn't heard anyone else and had assumed we were alone. It was disturbing to realize I wanted Lust and I to be alone in this house. I had to pull myself together. Was I falling into her trap? But why would she do this to me? Was she trying to seduce me into making the Philosophers Stone for her?

Suddenly, Lust stood in the doorway with a plate of food on a tray in her hands. She walked over to me, set the tray down on the bed, picked the box back up, and untied my hands, once again putting them in the box. Finally, she fastened the chain around my neck. While her fingers worked nimbly on the chain, her hands tapped lightly against the sensitive skin of my neck.

It sent shivers through my body.

While I was gazing at her, her eyes found mine. I quickly looked away, flushing.

Lust grinned, a wicked seductive grin. "Ed, sit back on the bed. I'll feed you." Her eyes flashed at me.

I crept up the bed to rest my back against the headboard, looking from her to the food on the tray. My stomach was growling and I felt dizzy from the lack of sustenance. I watched as she put some potatoes and meat on a spoon and moved it toward my mouth. I opened and she placed it inside me. I ate it quickly and was ready for more before she could even refill the spoon.

After numerous mouthfuls and a few gulps of water, I felt better. I opened my mouth to speak just as she pushed another spoonful between my lips. The food spilled, sticking to the side of my mouth and falling into my lap. I couldn't help but smile. "Oops."

Lust didn't smile back. Instead, she had a strange look in her eye. Her face came toward me.

I leaned back, putting my head against the headboard.

Coming in close, she slowly and sensually licked the potato off my face. She repositioned her head over my lap and sucked and licked the food off my pants, right next to my groin.

I felt her lips graze me between the legs and I hardened instantly. Pulse racing, I fought the urge to set my boxed hands on the back of her had and push her harder into my erection. "S-stop, Stop it!" I started to tremble.

She sat up, chewing the food in her mouth, and put her fingers up to her lips, licking and sucking them.

I know she saw me watching her with an expression of fear mixed with desire.

Still close, she leaned over to my ear and whispered, "You like that, don't you, Edward."

Her soft breath tickled me. "N-no, I, I don't. Leave me, leave me alone." I tried to sound convincing, but I didn't really want her to leave me alone. I was confused and unsure how to handle the feelings rushing my body. I'd always thought she was incredibly beautiful, but the fact that she was a homunculus had always kept me from thinking anything like this about her.

I sat back, silently, and watched her rise up from the bed.

She tied the chain around the bedpost and lifted the tray. After, she turned her back on me without so much as a glance and walked out the door, shutting it behind her.

I realized she hadn't tied my hands back up. But it didn't really matter much because the box and chain were evidently just as effective at keeping me immobilized. At least I was more comfortable. I lay sideways on the bed and tried to close my eyes. I was in real trouble this time. I hoped someone would find me before I fell completely into her trap. Even if they did find me, would I ever be free of the thoughts that threatened to consume me?

I pressed the side of my face against the duvet. My head swam with images of Lust touching me, kissing me, undressing me. I couldn't make them go away. I had plenty of time to go over and over it in my head. It made my erection ache, but I couldn't touch myself. Is that what she wanted?