Author to Reviewer:

lelann: "poor ed, tramatized by alchemy...bad alchemy! speaking of bad, davis better be
good! cause ed needs some not bad experiences..."

Inane-Rational:... cough cough

Nikki: "The chapters aren't long, and there are some spelling mistakes, but the story's
plot sure make up for it!..."

Inane-Rational: On the good side my chapters are steadily getting longer. And about the spelling mistakes - are they repetitivespelling mistakes? Or are theremore spelling mistakes than usual? As for the plot making up for all of the above, I thank you...I really BIG thank you. collaspe from relief

Uniasus: "That davis dude freaks me out."

Inane-Rational: Well then here's a whole chapter of freakiness for you! evil laugh

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist anime or manga.

Warning: Sexual content in this story. You have been forewarned.

Chapter 11: To Obsess

The lips feel familiar as Edward moves his own mouth against them, hands automatically reaching and holding onto a muscled shoulder and back. Like the times in his room, at the labs. 'Labs,' his eyes widen in fear as he quickly pushes Davis off and scampers back into the wooden wall.

Davis quickly follows Edward's movements, trying to place his hands gently on his face. "I'm not taking you back!" The boy corners himself and Davis grabs his wrists before Edward could remember to physically retaliate. "Listen to me - Edward!" Davis pulls Edward close to his body in order to stop the struggling. He coos in Edward's ear. "I'll take you away from here."

The hands wrapping around Edward's wrist are applying more force than necessary, but Davis didn't want Edward escaping. Davis waits as Edward completely stills, hopefully recognizing the words he said once to him. The proclamation of freedom he made for this boy. It was true what he told Edward, said without intentions of trying to gain the boy's trust (because he already had that). He wants Edward and loves the gold. Alpha and Kei also wanted him, their reason different from his and yet the same.

'I want him more.' "Are you calm?" Davis rests his cheek against Edward's, a warm breath swarming his ear.

Edward nods, moving Davis head along with this.

Davis leans in to kiss the top of Edward's ear. "I want you to say it. I want to hear it." He could feel a loss of muscle, running his hands across Edward's body. The times Davis had watch from afar, he had noted some weight loss. The laboratories always made sure to keep the test subjects healthy in some way - finding new ones took work.

"…Yes." Edward repeats his answer again, louder and more sure. He continues to the task of calming his breathing, as a familiar weight lies on top of him. Though the past times Davis was on top of him, his legs were wide open and they weren't lying so still.

Edward blushes from the thoughts, wanting to push Davis off of him. Instead he chooses to try and sit up. Davis moves aside, giving Edward room to place his back against the wall. He could see the blush, even in this night's darkness, and a smile curves from his lips. The body gestures gave way to Edward thoughts - he couldn't help but revel in them. Davis allows Edward to compose himself, the boy's hands in his lap as though he is trying to cover his libidinous thoughts. Edward had always acted that way, cover his genital area as though people would see something.

'Thoughts and actions are contagious.' Davis could feel his own desire working its way through his body, and he dares to move towards Edward to initiate another kiss. It had been two months since he last touched Edward, nonetheless getting near him. Alpha and Kei's organizations have been lessening their activities, but it meant they were thinking of a new plan. 'I still have some time, there's no need to rush.'

Davis starts to distances away from Edward to assemble control for himself. He would love to press Edward into the sand and make love to the boy - as he had done on Edward's bed in the labs. 'Now is not the time, now is not the time.' In a quick decision, Davis kisses and licks Edward's neck before completely pulling away. Facing opposite of Edward, he lets a placidity settle over the boy.

"You can't run away like that Edward." The boy looks up at Davis with widen eyes as he's being lectured. "It is not safe. Do you know why the military is placing guards around you?"

Edward's face flickers to anger. Davis chuckles seeing Edward take offence to the question. He doesn't wait for the anger to disappear before he speaks again. "Then why did you run away?" 'You'll scare me if you were taken away from my reach.'

The anger is gone to - uncertainty? Or is it pain that's on his face? "Edward?" Davis is about to move forward, hesitating on the action.

"I was shown alchemy today." Edward deep monotonous voice chills Davis. He's seen Edward like this before. When Davis had brought the subject of his mother to light, Edward went to silence. The boy would speak (maybe more than usual), but the volume of his voice became whispers or non-existent.

Davis takes note of Edward cradling his metal arm, and he feels his spine stiffen. The losses of Edward's limbs were a mystery, even to him. Davis felt unnerve when he just didn't know. It's the only information about Edward that you couldn't get. He knew about the story of infection to the arm and leg leading to amputation and Davis can see a cover story when it's told.

'I could learn now.' Davis watches as Edward curls the metal closer to him chest. 'If the losses of Edward's limbs were due to alchemy, then that means my knowledge of the labs and its experiments aren't as complete as I thought.' "Do you want to tell me what happen?" 'Tell me. I want to know what they did to you. Why would they need alchemy for?'

"It was the first experiment I was placed in." Edward's voice and stance contradict each other; his voice was strong, but his posture spoke of hesitation and concealment. Davis could feel smug. Edward is willing to tell him this history, even when the boy didn't want to.

"I don't know what they were trying to do - what the point of the experiment was."

"What happen?" Davis asks, trying to lead Edward onto a train of thought. He reaches over to caress Edward's right cheek, thinking it might calm and clear the boy's thoughts.

Edward continues his story, closing his eyes to the strokes against his cheeks. The feeling slightly roughen by the sand sticking to Davis's hand, also moving and scratching along. "I was tied down in a… an array, I think that's what Alphonse called it."

Davis moves his hand to pets Edward's hair, interest peaking in Edward re-telling and the boy's reaction to his own story. He didn't sound sorrowful, but calm with an anger hidden underneath. The emotion Edward is producing is one Davis had never seen it before, and he wants the boy to continue. An excitement is growing inside to finding something new about Edward – an unmark territory for him to see and claim and make his own.

"They gave me a needle beforehand," Edward shivers, "I don't know what it was for; it hurt when they jabbed me with it."

"Where did the experiment take place?" Davis asks, feeling the need to direct Edward a bit after seeing the start of a discontinuous story telling.

"…I don't know. I was taken down the elevator, the room was different from the other ones I had been too."

"How was it different Edward?"

"It wasn't white."

As simplistic as the answer was, it did grant some interest. All of the experiments were – by procedure- conducted in the operations rooms (the "white rooms"). "Is that all?" Davis inches closer to Edward, wanting to hear the boy if he becomes too quiet.

"The room was made of cement, the entire room. There was an alchemy circle on the floor – I was in it, in the circle. I was alone by myself for awhile. They tied me down. They came back with a man. I heard them say he was an alchemist."

"What did this alchemist look like?"

Edward continues on, ignoring Davis's question. "My restraints were taken off and it started." He slowly moves his hands to cover his eyes, keeping them from seeing something. He was hyperventilating, or on his way to. "It hurt."

'If it hurts you, I don't want to hear anymore.' "That's enough." His stern command causes Edward to hitch is rapid breathing, his hands stop moving up, and Davis speculates that Edward would claw at his own eyes. He believes the boy wouldn't do such a thing, but fears it nonetheless. "You should calm down. It's not happening again, you're here with me – not them." Davis smiles to see Edward move towards him, a feeling of pride that the boy would come to him for comfort. Edward wasn't crying, yet Davis could feel his trembling.

Petting Edward's back, Davis let's this new information process in his mind. 'There were rooms even I didn't know about, experiments that were conducted, and weren't on official record.' A though crosses Davis's mind, and he frowns. "Kei was at the top, meaning she would have known. She didn't tell me anything.' Though working for the same organization at that time, Davis had already known that he didn't trust Kei and vice versa. He didn't think the distrust went this far – it worries him. 'How much did she keep from me?' He had read Edward profile. How much of it were constructed lies?

Edward's trembling slowly comes to a stop. Davis didn't expect to hear the boy start laughing. Pulling away, the laughing is clearer and louder. He has the momentary wonder if Edward is sane. Lifting the boy's chin up to his face, Edward laughs dies down to hiccups of chuckles and deep breathes.

"I thought he was him you know."

Davis frowns, not understanding. "Who was him?"

"That guy," a deep breathy laugh, "I thought that Mustang guy was the alchemist back then." Edward takes his head from Davis's hand to shake his head back in forth in repeating denial. "You think after all those experiments I would recognize it's not him." A laugh even deeper ensues from Edward.

Davis reaches out to pet Edward again, though his own hands were shaking; unsure of Edward's behaviour. 'Mustang, Mustang – Commander Mustang. Thought the name sounds familiar – flame alchemist. He wouldn't be involved working for the laboratory at all. Mustang is one of the few on the case since it started.' Davis pulls Edward to his body. 'Edward is right, he should have recognized.' "Don't worry about it. You're just distracted. When everything has settled, then I'll take you home."

Using both hands, Davis pulls Edward's head back claiming the boy's mouth. His tongue skims the line between Edward's lips, until he willingly opens his mouth to let the tongue in. He could feel Edward's mouth start to move against his. Davis pulls away inches from Edward's mouth before he can continue on. "You can't run away like that Edward, ok? The people at the lab are still looking for you, so you need to stay with the military – until I know I can safely protect for you. So just wait with them." Kissing Edward, Davis brings both of them down together. The position oddly brings familiarity to Edward, him lying on his back with Davis on top.

Gripping Edward's shoulder harder, Davis prepares for retaliation. "You should learn alchemy." The boy predictably thrashes against him. Davis throws his weight onto Edward, efficiently pinning the metal limbs. All the while Davis whispers to Edward, "listen, listen, listen…." The words continue till Edward wastes his energy and stares angrily at Davis. A kiss to Edward's jaw is unwanted, and Edward jerks his head away before the full impact of the kiss could land. "Just listen to me, ok?"

"You should learn alchemy." Davis could feel a small tiny jerk, but rather harmless compare to the first. "It'll keep your mind preoccupied, on something else; maybe bring some focus back to you." Thinking that Edward wouldn't hurt him, Davis relieves some of his weight. "Alphonse is his name, right? He could teach you. He could probably teach to fight as well."

"I know how to fight."

Davis laughs at Edward's slightly askance tone. "Back at the labs, that wasn't fighting. That was being animalistic." He smiles at Edward's frown, enjoying the look of anger turn to surprise as Davis moves one hand under Edward's shirt. "You're losing muscles. Not as fit as you use to be," the hand now kneading Edward's groin. Instead of an angry retort, Edward lets out a moan as his member hardens from the stimulation.

He works at pulling down pants and boxers, wanting to just see his boy. Successfully taking off the boots and other articles of clothing, Davis places them at the side. He then releases his own erection from his pants. 'Skin to skin contact is unfortunately out of the question, but I can have him at least.' Davis takes his time in prepping Edward, enjoying the sounds of panting from his boy. 'So hard to keep away from him – beautiful - I want him – I have him – so beautiful. No one can have you.'

He could feel Edward move against his own penetrating fingers, and Davis smiles feeling Edward is ready for him. He leans in close to Edward's face, aligning himself to Edward. "Learn alchemy so you can protect yourself from them." He pushes into Edward, both males letting out long moans.

x x x

"We found him", the voice on the phones says. "We're bringing him to you this instant."

Juliet lets out a big sigh as events are explained to her. "Thank you, thank you. Thank you very much." She places the phone down with relief, leaning her head against the wall – now that she can finally relax.

"I'll be on my way then."

Juliet looks over at Commander Mustang standing from his seat, Alphonse sitting down not to far away. They being the two people she called first. Commander Mustang because he was the superior on this case, and Alphonse (being Edward's friend) should know what happen. A search team was called to order immediately, though reason being different. Edward, they believe, is top priority to that slave organization. Juliet of course did not know the slave organization was a lie, but it didn't change the matters that Edward ran away.

Mustang felt ready to pull at his hairs when he heard about Edward's disappearance. Edward is among many of the children he had to keep track of. Edward just happens to stand out more, being the most socially inept, troublesome, and most wanted. First kidnap attempt was Edward's first day of meeting Juliet. The amount of force used to try and retrieve Edward from the military was more than needed. And so Edward was a main concern for the military.

"Yes…"

Mustang interrupts her before she could continue. "Juliet, I can see you care for Edward. But I feel the need to warn you that the military will not be happy." A look of worry spreads across Juliet's face. Mustang smiles, knowing it'll calm the women down. "You will most likely only get a warning. I'm also sure, though, that they rather not have something like this happen again."

Juliet straightens up slightly. "Yes sir." The Commander's message is clear. It is her job that's at risk.

Commander Mustang nods and heads for the front door. She allows herself to collapse on the couch once the Commander is out of the house.

"Are you alright Juliet?"

She nods to Alphonse questions. "You know when I first met the Commander; he could have been the greatest man alive – the sexiest even. But now I find him bad for my nerves."

Alphonse gives a nervous chuckle. "I wouldn't know about sexy," there is no way he's going to think of his father figure that way, "but I think it's just the situation right now."

Juliet blushes at Alphonse first remark, forgetting she is talking to a young boy and not another female. She quickly grabs at her composure. "Yes, right."

"Where did they find Edward?" Alphonse hopes to steer the conversation to a very different topic.

"Apparently he was trying to find his way back, though he was going the wrong direction." Juliet lets out a little laugh to calm her nerves. "They said he wasn't hurt. He didn't fight them either."

After a silence Alphonse jokingly asks, "Should that worry us?"

The knock at the front door causes Juliet to rush out of the living room. There is an exclamation of surprise, and as Alphonse ventures out of the living room he could understand why.

Alphonse is sure it has been some time since Edward's last hug. Edward's struggle against Juliet's tight grasp upon him seems to be futile expenditure of energy. His friend's eyes locks on to Alphonse. "Help me!"

Alphonse smiles at Edward. "Nice to see you're okay Edward."

The anguish cry following behind him, as Alphonse enters back into the living room, didn't bother him in the least.