Desire
Chap. 1
It felt like either he'd gotten drunk, or someone had knocked him out somewhere. Of course, he reminded himself that he was only twelve and the possibility if being drunk the previous night was immediately ruled out. He groaned and looked about him.
'Am I in prison?' were his initial thoughts, upon seeing that his surroundings consisted of metal bars, and a cold stone cell, with heavy clanking chains on his wrists. He glanced about once more, and finally found the world outside his cell. In a small wooden chair, backwards and just outside the cell, there's the silhouette of a person sitting backwards in the chair, legs out to the side of the back of the chair.
"Are you awake at last?" a voice asks him. There was no response; he simply wanted to know what was going on. The figure slowly stood and the boy in the cell immediately scooted away from it. "At least you're awake." It stepped closer. The boy scooted further away. "Why do you run from me, Edward? I've no reason to harm you, nor any intention to."
This didn't ease Edward's mind all that much. He sat still instead of scooting further away, thought, and apparently the figure took this as a sign of partial trust. Edward couldn't see how the figure got in; all he saw was that suddenly it was in front of him.
And all of a sudden, he could see the figure in detail. It was a teenager, perhaps actually only fifteen, and he stood in front of Edward with a smirk on his face. He wore a loose grey vest over a white turtleneck, and a pair of loose brown khakis. His hair was a sort of crimson red streaked dull silver color, his eyes a color that half matched his own eye color. Sort of golden, but also sort of green at the same time. They were hard to describe.
The teenager knelt crouched in front of the cowering Edward, and gently laid a hand beside his face.
"Why are you afraid of me?"
"Who are you?"
"I am Iyoku. (1) I truly wish you wouldn't flinch like that." Iyoku warned, cupping his hand against the side of Edward's face. Edward tried to scoot away again, but something froze him, and finding himself trapped, he merely asked,
"What do you want from me, Iyoku? Do you want ransom for kidnapping me from Al? Do you want ransom from the military for kidnapping a state alchemist? Do you want me to perform 'miracles' called alchemy?" Edward listed all the reasons he could think of. Iyoku shook his head, and leaned in closer to Edward, so close now that Edward could feel his breath, hot on his neck.
"No….I don't want anything from you." He replied slowly.
"Then let me go."
"I don't want anything from you. I want you." Iyoku then pulled the boy forward so that his head was over his shoulder.
"You want me…? What's that supposed to mean?" Edward snapped.
"Exactly what it sounds like." Iyoku nuzzled the soft neck next to his face, and Edward tensed up. He shook his head, panicked all of a sudden.
"No…no! Get away from me!" He yelled, and pulled away. But Iyoku held fast onto Edward's wrist and pulled the boy to the ground. Edward's head slammed unceremoniously on the stone floor, and Iyoku leans over the boy, hands on either side of him, pinning Edward on the floor.
"Why are you so reluctant?"
"…..Just….." Edward was scared….for once, he was genuinely scared.
'Oh, Al, where are you when I need you!'
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Translations
(1) Iyoku- desire
I picked out Iyoku when I started writing this fic, and started thinking where it was going. If this is bad, feel free to tell me. It's one of my first actual posted FMA fics, and truth be told, I'm none too good at yaoi.