The Love of a Silent Star

Words of Want

Chapter Fourteen

The Past

The lessons were long and hard for all the boys, they rarely got rest. The lessons always lasted for hours, boys touching every part of each others bodies, using hands, mouths and there small manhood's. They had sex, if one would want to call it that, over and over again.

The men that watched the boys perform these acts committed on the boy's style and how much of the skill they each had. Out of the entire boy's only two showed the most progress in these exercises, the one with long blonde hair and another boy with long black hair and purple eyes.

The Present

The day droned on and continued to pour rain and the wind did not cease blowing. Roy had not left his room except to come out to get food and go back in. Riza was making dinner, Alphonse was watching the rain through the window, thinking about Edward of course, and as for Edward he was getting his black sneakers on, preparing to go outside.

Besides the black sneakers, he had dark blue jeans on and a black long sleeve turtle neck. He didn't mind the rain, in was like a comfort to him, as well as the wind. He put the white paper in his pocket and left the room, passing Roy's as he went by. He quietly walked down the stairs not really wanting to talk or interact with the other members in the house.

He put the keys into his pocket, not bothering to grab an umbrella; he opened the front door and stepped out into the icy wind. He stepped off of the porch and into the rain, standing there for a moment letting the wind blow against him and the rain hit his face wetting him down.

He began to walk along the side walk, not really in a hurry. He put his hands in his pockets, not from the cold, but tired of having his arms hang by his side. He walked like that for twenty minutes, when he came to his destination he stood at the corner looking at the house from across the street. The house was more like a small mansion, but it did have a sort of haunting appearance to it.

After standing in the same spot for a few minutes, observing the house, he walked across the street and wandered around the house looking for a way inside without having to use the front door.

He found a window that was partially cracked open, and he managed to get it open for his form to fit through. He stood on the tiled floor quickly drying his cloths and shaking the water out of his hair. His cloths stuck to his form and showed off a tone body. He emptied the water from his shoes in the near by sink and put them back on, making sure that they wouldn't squeak as he walked. His hair was also drenched and was plastered to his head, so he un-did the braid and squeezed the water from his hair, he put the rubber band in his pocket and let his hair fall over his back and shoulders.

He had removed the bandages on his forehead allowing the wound on his temple to show clearly.

He walked through the house looking for any signs of life. No one was down stairs so he quietly climbed up the stairs, making sure he made no sound come from him. When he was in the hallway he heard someone singing. He came to the door and listened, only to find out it was a little girl, singing like she was raring to go to church as a choir girl.

Edward ignored her and moved on, not bothering to see if anyone else was in the room. If someone was in there he almost felt a sort of pity for them…almost. He moved on through the hallway and came to a door that was open almost all the way. He looked in and saw the woman he was looking for lying on her back reading a book.

Her long black hair was loose and flowing on the pillow, she was wearing nothing but a silky, black robe that went past her knees. Her feet were bare. Part of her chest showed and some cleavage seeing as she was lying down. Her finger was on the tip of the page, preparing to turn it, when she stopped and looked at the door, sensing that someone might be there.

"Rebecca is that you?" Edward heard her ask aloud.

"…No its not." He said coming out from behind the two way door and leaning against the one side.

Edward saw her smile softly and she pulled herself up to her elbows, the book now lying on her waist. "How did you get in here?"

"A window." He replied, nothing in his voice to indicate what he was feeling.

"What are you doing here? And how did you find me? I don't remember giving you my address."

Edward did not answer her as he came closer, now standing by the side of the bed looking down at her.

"You're going to catch a cold if you stay in those cloths you know." She stated as she looked at his wet clothing.

He still remained silent and just reached his hand out and ran the back of his hand along her jaw line, feeling her skin. He removed his hand and took the book and placed it on the night stand next to the bed.

"Are you going to answer my question or am I going to have to scream?" She asked amusement evident in her voice which Edward picked up quickly.

"Who will here you? Your daughter? The runt can't even sing, much less fight back."

"And you think that I won't fight back against you?"

"You fear me?"

"I don't know…what should I feel toward you?"

"Everyone always says that they love me, do you love me?"

"I like my men a little older."

"Is that all?" He asked and swiftly pushed her back down on the bed, getting on and straddling her.

"Do you intend on raping me?"

"You're not like anyone I've ever come across before. I believe that I am somewhat intrigued by you."

"I don't know if I should be flattered or not. You still haven't told me what you want."

"…" Edward grasped her wrists rather quickly and pinned them above her head, she didn't fight him or try and scream for help. She felt no fear for him, no love for him; he was just another person that saw something in her that they wanted.

He held her wrists with one hand and the other he ran along her face.

"What does love mean?"

"You always seem to ask that question."

"Everyone always says it, I love hurting them, and yet they love me. Is there a meaning behind that?"

"People are drawn to you."

"Why are you not drawn to me?"

"I don't fall for pretty little boys with grown up eyes."

"I see."

"Are you going to get off of me now?"

"What would you do if I kissed you?"

"Are you asking me if you can kiss me?"

"I asked a question first." He said.

Lust noticed the wounds on his head and the look in his eyes. No life was in his eyes, nothing to ever say that he had actually once had a true life.

"Go ahead and try." Lust taunted.

"MOTHER I FINISHED IT! I FINISHED IT!" The annoying voice yelled, and as Edward heard the pattering of feet he quickly locked lips with Lust. He kissed her firmly and heatedly. She did not kiss him back however.

"MOTHER!" The young girl proclaimed as she stood in the door entrance stunned by the sight of a child holding down her mother and kissing her.

After another ten seconds Edward pulled his mouth away and looked down at Lust again.

"I told you before that I'm not one of your whores." Lust whispered to him licking her lips softly.

"I was trained to become this, to capture peoples hearts with a mere kiss, I believe that I don't understand."

"A woman is different from a man, she knows right from wrong."

"So you believe that kissing me is wrong?"

"If I told you that I loved you what would you do?"

"I believe I would enjoy fucking you."

Lust laughed softly, "You can't have me child."

"Why not?"

"Go home Edward and get dried off. Go have sex with people like you normally do, get paid and move on with your dead life." Lust replied in a cold tone.

"So you don't love me?"

"No Edward, though I do feel sorry for you, for what you had to endure through out you life and are still going through. No child deserves that."

"Very well." Edward removed himself from Lust and stood. He walked to the door.

"Good bye Edward." Lust said and watched him walk out not bothering to say anything in return.