Discliamer: I do not own FMA in anyway at all.
Warning: Sexual content (and it starts off right away). If you feel really disturbed by it, either stop reading the story or skip it.
Author message: And so through my hours before going to sleep and breaks from headache-induced studying I was able to get part 2 of chapter done. So here is...
Chapter 1: 15099 (part 2)
Edward pants, his eyes closed and head turned away - perspire on his skin, trying to cool down his body. His entire body radiates with warmth. The moment Davis had pried his legs open Edward felt distracted from everything he suffered in the lab. Except from this.
Edward groans out from the pleasure. Davis (with his mouth) replies with a particular nip and suck, which induces a back arching cry. Pain and this seemed to have the same affect on his body. But instead of the metal he laid on, he had the cement wall or his clothed bed. Anything was better than the experimentation on Edward - none of them ever felt right though. Distracted. That was Davis's reason for touching and kissing Edward. Edward didn't believe this reason at the age of twelve. He wasn't so sure of his own denial anymore.
Edward sat on his grey-fabric bed, propped up against the cement wall. His pants off and on the floor, which were later followed later by his shirt. Legs wide open for "easy access", hair undone, hands clenching and anchoring him to this reality. Edwards eyes sets it's sight onto the shadows within his room, anywhere but down.
"How do you feel Edward?" Davis looks up to the sweating teen. A smile curves upon his face. The room felt warm now. The doctors should really try to find a way to keep the test subjects from freezing. It'd do no good if one of them caught a virus. Davis gave a lick up the length. He watches the fists on the sheets tighten and Edward's face scrunch up, holding vocals back. The pain that would inflict his knees afterwards, from these acts is worth the pain. As long as the idiot Fallor or the guards didn't come in, everything would be fine.
'How long as it been Edward?' The answer came to his head: five years. Five years to watch Edward grow from being a child. 'Was he ever a child?' When Davis first saw Edward, he was intrigued. It wasn't the boy's pretty looks that caught his attention, but his aggression. 'And for someone of that age too. What were you so angry about?' It was the one question that compelled Davis to look for the boy's history. He wasn't allowed to conduct a background search on any of the subjects. In fact, Davis was sure if the people in charge ever found out, he might've had a "accident". The boy was like him. That's what attracts Davis to Edward, in some way. Left an orphan, no father, and to lose a mother. An only child, and all alone. He would never let go of this boy - a kindred spirit.
"Edward, how do you feel?" He hopes for an answer. Always did. Davis did find at times, that the silence was annoying. When did the golden-hair boy become so silent? Stopped his protest? Hands continue caressing the strong fragile teen. "Edward?"
A shiver went up Edward's spine. Davis always sounds caring. Edward could never understand him, or his intentions - if Davis had any. He couldn't stand anything anymore. The world stopped being sane when he was twelve, even before that. Even with his eyes closed, Edward could remember and smell the morgue, the cool air, and his pale mother.
Edward cries out in surprise from the sudden force of Davis's hands pressing him down on the bed. Eyes open and wide. 'Was Davis angry?' Edward could feel the pressure on top of him. See and feel that one thin layer of barrier between them, keeping it from being actual skin-to-skin contact. He always kept his clothes on.
"Davis?" Edward asks unsure of the 23-year-olds sudden action. The man's eyes gleams its dark green colour, his face shaped to seem gentle, and black hair short - like all the personnel's of the laboratories.
"Don't worry, nothings wrong." Davis gently voices and caresses Edward's face. Positioning himself on top of Edward, he presses his hips forward into Edward's own crotch. The action causes Edward to stiffen.
'This never happened before.' Edward looks at Davis with questioning eyes, even more confuse.
"Kiss me."
"What?" The warmth disappears, and suddenly the room felt cold. Edward stares at Davis, in shock of the request.
Davis looks down at Edward, smiling. "Kiss me."
Edward continues to look at Davis in disbelief. Air caught in his lung, Edward couldn't and didn't know what to say. "I don't understand." After a long second of silence he could only state his confusion as Davis continues to rock his body, with the grind of hips.
"If you want you arm back", Davis mouth came near Edward's ear, "you'll kiss me." He could feel the boy's body tremble - contemplating. Sweet breathe shaky from the request - one he couldn't pass up on. If Davis wants to, he could have the automail kept from Edward. If he wants to, he could have Edward detain in isolation - even against the wishes of the doctors and scientist.
The ear disappears from Davis's mouth, moving away and replace by young lips. The lips were dry but it didn't matter. Davis didn't make a move, feeling Edward kiss him and trying to put some amount of feeling into it. He smiles at this and kisses the boy chaste lips.
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"Hi Ed." The food in front of him was the same: meat, vegetables, bread, fruit, and milk. There would be an alternate types of these food every day. Except for the milk, that always stays the same. The consistency bothers Edward - he started to dislike milk.
"I was told to give this to you today." The nurse held out the automail arm, Edward smiles and takes the arm without a fret. "You beat James and Zachary pretty badly. But I can understand that they attacked you first, and that you were defending yourself - shirt off." Edward obediently took off his shirt, displaying the bruises on his body - though not all of them from the fight.
The nurse's hands were on him, yet just out of pure profession. Nothing like the way Davis's hands were. "Nothing seems to be broken." A small feels of his ribs, doubling checking the decision. "You got away with bruises it seems. I'm going to assume they will not be happy."
"No", Edward states cheekily adding a smirk to his face.
"Well next time call for my help." Alphonse looks up from Edward's bruises looking carefully for a reaction. He laughs at the apparent growl coming from the test subject.
"You know better than to say that Alphonse." Edward's voice was dark, yet held no real dangerous sign of threat. Alphonse was the only person that could be trusted - or that he trusted. Only person to trust one hundred percent.
Alphonse was two years older than Edward was. How he obtained a job as a nurse in this facility (at the age of eighteen) he didn't know. Frankly, Edward didn't care.
The grey eyes and mousy blonde hair seems to shine along with Alphonse smile. And even in this forsaken place, he could still make Edward smile.
"You already know it's okay to call me Al." Exasperation held in Alphonse voice.
Edward answers quickly, "they wouldn't like that." Stuffing his face with food, he waits for a reply from Al. Neither of them was willing to give in to the other.
"When did you care what they thought?" Edward shrugs, avoiding any answer to the question as the doors open.
Two guards, thick padded body-wear, crew cuts and the heavy artillery in their arms mockingly cradled like a baby. They felt threaten. The sudden thread of realization knocks Edward to a halt. He never took notice of these things; Al always seemed to clear his mind from the clutter that exists in his brain.
A simple handgun would have sufficed. If they ever tried to do the impossible and jump over the cement wall, or got out of hand it would have only taken one bullet. People outside already knew of the experiments, anyway.
"Bye, Edward." Alphonse lifts the tray of food and leaves Edward to his thoughts. On the way out of the door, Alphonse could see Dr.Fallor's assistant coming down the hallway. "Hello Davis. Did you come to retrieve Edward for his testing?"
"Yes, they wanted to see if the 'brain' drug is working." Davis looks curiously into Edward's room, seeing the teen was just sitting on his bed. "Is something wrong with him?"
Alphonse looks into the room also and shrugs, "Don't know, looks like he's just thinking." A sardonic smile came onto Alphonse face, "does that mean the drug is working? Cause' if it is, we got a whole load of problems to deal with."
Davis laughs, understanding the implications. "Yes, if Edward did get any smarter things could become interesting."
"I wonder who his parents are?"
Davis could feel his back stiffen. He was always paranoid when it came to the consequences of breaking the rules, which he did quite often. Regaining composure Davis calmly asks Alphonse "why?"
"Well there's that whole thing on how intelligence is a trait passed down from parent to child. Am I to assume this 'brain' drug is to increase the intelligence, whether is be preordained by genetics or not?"
An eyebrow raises as Davis looks at Alphonse. "Exactly." 'Smarter than you look aren't you.' Davis decides a change in subject. "Edward seems warm to you."
"I guess, technically he's one of the few that do like me."
"Well you have to understand, you're eighteen. You could've been in here to if you were orphaned." Davis could see the pain display on Alphonse face, but he continues. "Can you imagine? You're practically their age, yet brought up in a totally different environment."
"Mine was definitely different" Alphonse interjects. "Shouldn't you be bringing Edward…"
Davis jumps with worry. "Shit, you're right." With that said, Davis walks into Edward's bedroom. The blonde sits on the sill basking in the sunlight that filters through his window. He was one of the few who had a window.
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The puzzle in front of him was simple enough, but when it was the fiftieth test, Edward could feel a frustration come upon him. There was no challenge to any of the test. The puzzle was done with a minute. The scientist excitingly writing results from the stopwatch. "Am I done." He tries to sound bored - it really didn't take much effort.
The design of the room was still the same. Edward wonders if this room was some sort of daycare. Excluding the rows of desk, it could have been mistaken for one. Unlike anywhere else with the Facility - the inherited name concocted by the experiments - this place had colour. Blocks of it, literally. There were so many mind tests involving blocks, Edward lost count 3 years ago.
"Too easy for you?" Edward looks behind him, hearing the resonation of heels clicking off the floor. In expectation he sees the shapely female doctor. Out of all of theses prestigious medical graduates, she was the most memorable. Also the only one with their license revoked. "You know we have to follow the procedures", Dr. Kei Blythe continues, flipping through today's timetable.
"From what I've seen, you don't follow the dress code regulations." Edward didn't like the women. He felt no need to be kind towards her. It could've just been his suspicions of the revoked license, but his suspicions were enough to instil a barrier between him and the seductive doctor.
Even with Dr. Blythe's face angled away from him, Edward could see the smirk. "I see we're ahead of schedule." Doubling checking her watch to make sure, she doesn't bother to acknowledge the other doctors nodding and confirmations. "So 15099, what shall we fill you schedule with?"
Adding more reasons to dislike the women, she'd never say the names of the subject. Edward could understand reason's why, all deduced within his head many years ago, but it didn't change a thing. Unlike Davis, she never applies a humane concept toward her subjects. How Edward wants Davis with him right now.
"You're obviously getting too smart for anything, besides escape." The word escape, she adds it into the sentence so viciously.
Edward stares into the wall, letting it burn right through. "Maybe you could give me the code for the doors, let see if I can get past the guards and security."
Dr. Blythe pats Edward on the head in a kind pet-like fashion. "That's very cute, but not possible." Edward couldn't help but cringe with the deft claw of her nails into the scalp. Yet he knew better than to project aggression against the doctor. From what Edward heard of the rumours passed between guards, she was in charge. Or at least on the committee who ran the facility.
The door behind Edward creak's open, the tension wringing the muscles in his shoulders relax hearing Davis's voice. "Did you call for me Kei?" Neither Davis nor Edward gives each other acknowledgement when in Dr. Blythe's presence. It was a mutual agreement both of them practice. They had never truly voiced the agreement, but both knew it was better not to say. Davis having more reason's that would effect him more so than Edward.
"Edward's finished early with his session, so take him back to his room."
Davis nods, as Edward runs a question through his mind. Keeping his head down as Davis leads him out of the room, Edwards waits for a safe distance to ask the question. He took note of the cement floor and white plaster walls. The window allows the sunlight to pour into the hallway. The place looks peaceful - a false sense of security. Outside there were the other subjects going through a physical test, the majority of them being male. There were few females among them, but the majority were taken last year for an unknown reason. Rumours flew around of course.
Edward knew of course. He simply had Davis to answer question - when willing to answer.
"Dr. Blythe called you away from Dr. Fallor just so you can bring me back to my room?" Davis and Edward were far enough from the room, already both of them entering the vicinity of Ed's room. "I'm I that much trouble?"
"Kei has her reasons. Did she hurt you?" Davis shows his frown looking at Edward's scalp.
"Why?"
"You're bleeding." Davis runs his hand through Edward's hair, messing up the braid it was tied in. His hand pulls away, Davis shows Edward the small smear of blood that dots the hand.
"Her nails were digging into my scalp. I didn't…" Edward stops, seeing the frown on Davis face deepens. Davis mumbles to himself, Edward unable to catch a word.
Both were now standing in front of the Edward's room. The hall was silent with no guards. Edward waits for the door to open, Davis having the set of keys to unlock it. As nothing happens, Edward looks expectantly towards Davis. Out of sheer fright, Edward cries out as Davis pulls him into a hug. The action was irrational and given to Edward for no reason. So Edward on reflex, just relaxes and let it be, feeling the kiss on his forehead. Davis was coming in the room with him. And during the day too.
Alphonse could feel the conversation between him and Davis hanging in front of him. Like a pendulum it moves from side to side. It was one of the reasons Alphonse was up this late at night. The conversation was starting to become personal for Alphonse - in some sense. Even when Alphonse didn't need to worry about talking of his real history, he didn't want to mess up his cover. In fact, just by a simple question about the drug's purpose, Alphonse could sense Davis's suspicion. 'I have to be careful about him.' Since no guards came to take him away, nothing in the conversation was detrimental towards the mission - nothing his commander, Roy Mustang, needs to be informed of.
Author note: My chapter lengths can be sporadic (short/long). So don't request for longer chaps will be hopeless. Also I didn't read over this one, so sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes.