Warnings: Pedaphilia child abuse (same drill as last time.)
Ed glanced down. What was his brother thinking of. He didn't know what that was either. He hadn't liked doing…that, last time but it was defiantly better than the closet, pretty much anything was.
"Al my wrists need…" Al suppressed a sigh before standing and drowning out what the boy was saying. He picked up some bandages and wrapped them round Ed's wrists several times. "There, no problem." He sat down irritably.
Ed began thinking again. Suck though, it probably meant...! No way. The boy turned and walked to the closet, Al glared at his back and stood to push the boy in.
When Ed reached the door however, he froze. The small space seemed smaller than before. He suddenly felt a hand touch his back.
He shot back, yelling.
"Ed?" The boy looked from his brother to the closet.
"I'll s…suck you off?" as soon as the words left his mouth Al was pushing him into the bedroom. The second they were inside the room Al took his clothes of.
He turned to the younger, "take all that shit off." Ed uncertainly took his jackets off.
Al laid on the bed with Ed watching, scared.
"See my cock Ed?" the boy nodded feeling sick to his stomach. "I want you to suck on it."
Ed eyes shot to his brother face, disgust painted over it, he had been right. "Al, that's worse than touching it."
Al rolled his eyes "that's the point." As he spoke, he began focusing on his brother's chest, and began to stroke himself, to become aroused.
Ed nervously moved nearer, then froze, this was disgusting he was regretting his decision. But it had really scared him.
"Ed just get on with it." Al snarled.
The boy put his head nearer, then stopped and pulled away entirely.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Al shrieked at him.
Ed turned his wide gold eyes on his brother. "I'm not doing that Al! I feel…" he retched "I'm gonna be sick!"
Al's eyes flashed and he caught hold of the boys head and tried to push him down on his cock.
Ed squirmed, and shook his head.
As Al continued to push his head near his cock, he jammed his lips shut and let out a muffled scream.
The boy suddenly broke free of the man's grasp and shot across the room, he pressed himself against a wall, shaking and breathing harshly.
Al glared menacingly, and the boy returned the look.
"If you don't do it you're going in the cupboard." Al's eyes glinted dangerously.
Ed shook his head, tears being to starting in the corners of his eyes. It was odd Al was the only person to ever make him cry like this.
"No." he gripped his hair and slid to the floor repeating "No, no no no!"
Al's eyes narrowed dangerously and grabbed the boy's wrists.
He marched him into the closet and pushed him on the floor.
Ed's mind flashed back and he began struggling.
Next thing he knew his arms were chained down.
Al smashed his lips onto the boy's and left.
Ed began screaming again as he panicked and he began fighting fiercely.
Struggling on the floor, he began to leave bruising on his body again.
Red scratches covered his chest, some deep enough to bleed.
1 hour he had said.
1 hour of that screaming. People talk about the beauty of an orchestra, or piano. They say how good it is to feel a rock band tearing out notes. How nice a lullaby is. Alphonse Elric thought he had them all beat, the sound of Edward screaming was beautiful, beating the orchestra or piano any day. The genuine terror, shrieking and sobs beat any fake scream or emotion filled song of a rock band. It made him feel so warm he would be asleep in seconds so the nicety of a lullaby was lost on him. He had listen to the boy grow hoarser and hoarser, but give the boy credit he kept screaming. With a sigh Al realised he needed to release the boy, who, he could hear was close to hyper-ventilating. Honestly he was surprised, when he had discovered his brother was claustrophobic (at teachers) it had been similar space really.
The, then older, boy had been asked to go in a closet to get something for teacher. He had gone in, but the door had swung shut. In the blind panic that consumed him, Ed couldn't open the door and had begun screaming, and battering the door. By the time teacher had found where he was (barely two minutes later) he was hyper-ventilating, covered in self-inflicted bruises and had clung to teacher sobbing for hours afterwards.
Al shook himself out of his memories with a smile.
He really should have savoured those screams when he was young; he just hadn't been smart enough to enjoy it then.
He slowly, lazily began walking toward the closet. He bent down and then let the boy go.
Ed shot into to his arms, sobbing frantically gripping his shirt with his blood covered hands. Al looked at the closet to find white scrapes of fabric. The boy had torn the bandages off and, if the trickling down his back was any indication, his wrists to pieces.
He slowly walked to the sofa and began tending the hysterical boy's wounds.
He had finished, the boy was still crying silently now, his throat to raw too make any noise. Al reached a drink for him, and baby fed it to him. He kissed boys cheeks softly.
"See little brother. If you'd just do what I want."
A/N: review if I should keep this up.
A/N2: BTW I'm going on holiday so i prob won't be able to update for two weeks unless i can get a computer.
A/N3:yeah I know not nice I'm just mean. ands sorry this is kinda short (oh and I'm 16 now yay. okay I'll just shut up)