Sometimes, Ed considers breaking his promise to Al.

With every day, week, month that passes by, he finds himself losing any hope that he'll make some grand escape. He's tried, of course– Ed's not one to take anything lying down, and so he'd fought tooth and nail to flee. It'd only produced failure– he'd barely even made it out of this stupid, claustrophobic room before being dragged back in.

God, this room… they're below Amestris, in the underground city. The room is, frankly, grand, trimmed with gold and mahogany wood, deep red sheets and detailed throws hung on the walls. The bed is pushed against the middle of the right wall, a canopy slung above. Ed can't reach it, but there's a large bookshelf filled to the brim with old tomes, likely dated back hundreds of years ago. Sometimes, when Ed looks at it, that feeling of hungry, insatiable curiosity he usually feels when entering a sprawling library settles in his mind, a nagging itch. Even in these circumstances, he wants to research.

Ed bets the Colonel would get a kick out of that.

In this room, it's lonely. He's so, so isolated from the outside world, Ed's not had contact with a human being since he'd arrived all those months ago. The only beings he does see aren't of good intentions, and it's just… so exhausting. The large window on the furthest wall overlooks a desolate city, not a soul in sight. It's one of the most depressing things he's ever seen– the uncanniness of a city so vast to be entirely still, lifeless, is not lost on Ed.

His days are monotonous, as well. Always the same, very little deviation. Day in and day out, Lust takes advantage of him, in the bed he's forced to spend all his time in. She fucks him rough and fast, or slow and gentle, but between them both, she always whispers sweet nothings to him. Praise. She spews love like acid, and somehow Ed finds that the most hurtful thing of all. If, by some act of God, he does make it out of here, he won't ever be able to hear those words again and not associate them with her. With the rape, the fear and self-disgust. She's linked her abuses to things which should bring him comfort.

One day, Winry will hug him, and all Ed will smell is her perfume. Al will get his body back, and he'll wrap Ed up in a big hug, and he'll be back here, in this bed, held against a warm body as he's violated.

None of it will ever go away. Not that he sees it as very likely that he'll see the outside world again.

"Dear?"

The voice that calls out to him is sultry, and Ed tries to ignore the way his heart stutters in his chest, and his throat tightens painfully. Ed grips the book he's holding in his singular arm just a bit tighter, skin growing clammy in the thick glove. He can't answer, even if he wanted to, with the silken gag tied around his head.

She's been thorough with removing any possible methods of escape. He can't sink his teeth into his own flesh to draw blood, nor can he claw at his body. Everything within his reach is padded, so he can't hurt himself that way. There's absolutely nothing for him to use.

In any other situation, Ed would be impressed by all the thought she and Dante had clearly put into this.

Lust breezes into the room, wearing a long, black dress that hangs loosely on her frame. In a way, it's sort of ghostly, with the way it flows off of her body in trails. In her hands is a large tray, holding different freshly cooked foods. It smells wonderful, and Ed can't help the way his stomach growls at the scent. Lust smiles, eyes crinkling in amusement as she sweeps towards him, settling onto the bed, placing the food between them.

Ed's eyes dart between her, the food and the exit. Slowly, carefully, he tucks the bookmark she'd provided him into place, and discards the tome beside him on the bed. Ed scoots back a bit, eyes locked on the woman before him, for fear that the moment he's even a tad bit distracted, she'll strike. His back straightens, no longer resting on the pillows, and he tucks his legs beneath him. Without any particular ceremony, Lust unties the gag, and allows him to tuck into the food.

You'd think that, after having been here for so long, eating in Lusts company would have become normal, if not a little less uncomfortable. However, that isn't the case– she stares at him just a little too hard, is just a bit too interested in something as mundane as him eating. He feels like prey, caught beneath the paw of a wild cat, waiting to be devoured at any given moment.

"I was thinking about compromising on something."

The words are unexpected, suddenly filling the otherwise silent air as he eats, and it nearly makes him jump. Ed blinks, sifting through his mind for what she may be referring to.

"... What?"

"The other night, I mentioned bringing one of the others in for the evening," Ed's gut plummets, and he's suddenly not very hungry. He feels just a few shades paler, and when he places his spoon back onto the tray, he notices his hand is trembling minutely. "But you didn't seem too… keen at the idea of Pride or Envy joining us for the night."

Of course not, he wants to say. Why would I want something like that? Why does it matter what I want? It doesn't. Of course it doesn't.

"And so, I spoke to Dante. She is interested in you."

Ed freezes, uncomprehending.

"You want me to… with my dads ex-wife…?"

Lust herself pauses with a thoughtful look, then chuckles a little.

"I suppose I do. That's our compromise, we will bring someone else in, but it won't be a man. How is that, for now?"

Terrible. Awful. You horrible bitch, there is no good option!

That's what Ed wants to say, at least. Saying that will do no good, of course.

"How do I know it won't be Envy but, you know… disguised?"

Lust frowns.

"You'll just have to trust me. I haven't lied to you yet, have I?"

Trust her? Sure, she hasn't lied to him, at least to Ed's knowledge, but that's a far cry from being worthy of trust. It's bare minimum.

Ed's voice is but a whisper, when he replies, "It's not like I have an actual choice. You don't take no for an answer."

It… Does bring him relief, though. He doesn't want it, but at least there won't be any… penetration, at least for him. The idea of Pride, Fuhrer Bradley, looming above him, sodomising him… or Envy taking on the skin of the Colonel, or Lieutenant Colonel Hughes is downright terrifying, a sort of disturbing horror that is paralysing.

Would it hurt? Probably.

Somehow, the possibility of it not hurting, of him deriving an involuntary, carnal pleasure is so much more disgusting.

At least Ed is used to this sort of violence, at this point.

Unexpectedly, Lust tucks a strand of hair behind Ed's ear, making him flinch. Her fingers dance along his cheek, before settling below his chin, tipping his face upwards. Viciously tender, Lust presses a kiss to Ed's forehead, leaving the skin tingling in her wake. She stoops lower, forehead pressed to his own, her gaze uncomfortably unwavering.

"Good boy. I promise, I'd never do something to hurt you."

Liar.

~~~~

For a moment, when Lust props Ed upright, balanced on his singular leg, he imagines the dress he's been forcefully dressed in on Winry. It's a tasteful white, translucent in many areas and long. Lace covers his chest, flowery designs adorning the area where breasts should be. The neckline is steep, reaching just below his sternum. It'd show a rather… generous sum of cleavage, on Winry. Clearly, this garment, as well as its stocking and garter partners, are tailor made for him and his body. It's chilling, to wonder when he was measured so that such a thing could be made. Ed has no recollection of such a thing occurring.

"You look beautiful, Edward."

Lusts reflection smiles, far too softly, too kindly for what she's about to do. Too adoring, too loving. Too everything. Dante, on the other hand, wears that staple smirk, the one that says she is above everyone else, and is willing to stomp on those she views as inferior to get what she desires. Arrogance earned through naivete born from a false sense of superiority. A delusional God-complex that has gone far too long without being challenged.

"Van was a lot… broader, taller as well. I'm surprised that you, his son, failed to take on those particular aspects."

The comment is flippant, offhanded, but designed to hurt. Dante wants to dig her claws into a weak point, carve herself a permanent hold to take advantage of. What better place to start than his insecurities, and disdain for his deadbeat father?

Ed's fist clenches at his side, gripping soft, see-through fabric as he sets his jaw, refusing to dignify that with a response. Dante takes amusement in his lack of a response, and chuckles quietly at his barely repressed anger.

Suddenly, Ed is swept from his foot and into Lust's arms, wrenching an alarmed yelp from his throat. She strides towards the bed, and deposits him onto the sheets carefully. Ed tries to grab at the blanket, to pull it over him to protect a bit of his modesty, but Dante catches his hand. She turns his wrist outward, and it takes every ounce of self-restraint not to pull away when her tongue touches his pulse point, drawing a long, moist line up to his inner elbow.

He doesn't, however, bother to conceal the disgusted scowl tugging at his lips.

Disgusting bitch.

"Edward," Lust coos, palms slowly pressing him down against the mattress by his shoulders, climbing up his body to sit on his chest. Ed notes, somewhat gratefully, that she doesn't actually press her full weight upon him, putting most of the strain on her thighs. "Will you be a good boy for us?"

A hand slides from Ed's upper thigh to his ankle, gentle and exploratory. Dante is humming a quiet tune to herself as she navigates his form, hands petting bare skin and sock-covered legs. Knowing it's her who's touching him like that, what she'd done to him, to Al and the people of Ishval… Hell, to the whole of Amestris, is particularly disturbing.

"D-depends on your definition…"

Fuck, Hoenheim really knows how to pick the crazies, doesn't he? Jackass.

"Don't bite, remember? You'll get in trouble if you do."

Yeah, he knew better than to do that. He can remember the last time he bit her. He'd prefer to avoid a repeat of that.

Lust pulls the night gown from her body, tosses it to the floor, breasts now bare. Ed flusters, and tries to look away, if only out of an instinctual response to seeing a woman nude– growing up with only women has resulted in him accidentally meandering into rooms where they are changing, and he knows how that tends to end. Lust tangles her fingers into Ed's hair, firm but not painful, keeping his head in place. Her other hand slips below her waist, tugs her revealing panties aside, revealing her wet cunt to him.

Ed really isn't a fan of what's next.

Objectively, Ed finds the idea of putting one's mouth on someone's genitals, male or female, gross. When it comes down to it, they're organs, and they smell weird, feel weird, and look weird. Lust has made him eat her out numerous times, and she in turn has blown him on many occasions. Sure, being blown is… pleasurable, at least in a way that is entirely out of his control and rooted within biology which he cannot deny, nervous reacting to stimulation the way they're technically meant to. But he doubts it's particularly enjoyable to do. Ed knows he dreads the act of oral sex.

Lust lets go of Ed's hair, sits further upright, crawls forward, and lowers her hips, planting her cunt against his lower face. Ed doesn't gag, but just barely.

She grinds down on his face, slick smearing across his face, making him shudder. Ed grips her thigh, and slowly, reluctantly does as she desires. He's tried waiting out her patience, remaining still and taking no part in the act, but it's always ended the same. She's surprisingly even-tempered, even in the face of not getting what she wants. Instead of pitching a fit, she'd simply wait as well, to see who'd break first.

It's always, always Ed who breaks first.

The underwear Lust had dressed him in is tugged to the side and the dresses skirt lifted, and Ed is surprised to feel a warm, slick hand wrap around his limp cock, slowly pumping, trying to rouse it from its slumber. Ed lets out a shaky breath, knowing the blood is pooling to his groyne rapidly, and licks up into Lust, the tip of his tongue flicking against her clit. She sighs in contentment, pressing down against him, chasing the broad strokes of his tongue.

"My, what a cute boy…" Lust purrs, running her fingers through his long tresses, hips rolling. "My sweet, darling boy. You're doing wonderfully. You deserve a nice treat, hm?"

To hell with her treat! Ed wants nothing to do with her or her so-called rewards.

"I agree," Dante adds, her hand falling still, squeezing the base of his cock. "I might as well treat him. He'll still have to put in the work afterwards, of course."

Before Ed can even begin to ponder what that means, a warm heat envelopes the sensitive head of his cock, the tip of Dante's tongue teasing at the slit. He groans, back arching as his hips buck upwards, chasing that wet heat.

Ed's cock leaves Dante's mouth with a pop, her voice surprisingly scathing as she sternly reprimands him, "Bad boy!" Swiftly, she slaps his cock, hard enough to sting and make him yelp in surprise. "You stay still, do you understand me?"

He can't actually answer, of course, face too full of Lust's pussy to make out any coherent words, but she seems to assume Ed has heard her. She takes him back into her mouth, but this time much farther. She sucks him down to the base greedily, and Ed just barely has the clarity of mind to stop his hips from bucking upwards, leaving him tense and trembling, straining against the carnal desire to pursue the pleasure. Seemingly pleased with this, Dante hums around Ed's cock, gently bobbing her head, up and down, up and down.

"Mmm…" Lust moans, "Suck on my– ohhh, yes, good boy…!"

Ed wraps his lips around Lust's clit and sucks, feeling her body tense against him.

"Oh, oh Edward! Keep going, ohhh, please…!"

Lust rides Ed's face with gusto, chasing her orgasm with ferocity. Ed himself is close, toes curling and nails no doubt leaving gouges in lusts thigh as he fights the urge to fuck into Dante's mouth. His hips buck a bit, and in response Dante pulls back and squeezes Ed's cock painfully. Ed yelps into Lust's cunt, leg kicking out at the woman, who simply bats it away with little fanfare.

"What did I tell you, Edward?" Dante asks smoothly, voice patient yet cruel. She wants him to go against what she says, to break the rules she sets so that she may justify punishing him in some way. "You aren't being very good for me…"

Ed twitches in his place, smothered by Lust, surrounded by her. Her thighs flex, press lightly against his ears as she pushes her hips downwards onto his tongue.

"Since you've been so bad for me, I won't attend to you so intimately."

Ed whines, hips rolling in place, not actually lifting from the bed. Dante chuckles at his desperation. Her grip around the base of his cock loosens, and instead she begins to jerk him off in a corkscrew motion, hand twisting, up and down, up and down. Ed pants and shakes, feeling that horrible, horrible knot in his gut tighten, signalling his impending orgasm. Lust sounds like she's close too, her movements just a bit jerkier, less coordinated as she fucks his face, both her hands now tangled in his hair.

The sooner she comes, the better. He moves to suck on her clit once more, tongue dipping beneath the clitoral hood, feeling her body lock up at the sensation. At the same time, one of Dante's hands leaves the length of his cock to instead rub at the sensitive tip, palm slick with lubrication and pre-cum. The sensation is overwhelming, the way she polishes his tip paired with the rhythmic pumping of his cock, and Ed falls off that edge and into the abyss. White overtakes Ed's vision, and his body grows fuzzy as his back arches. Above him, Lust cries out, body pulling taut as she comes in tandem with him. Carefully, on shaking legs, Lust climbs off Ed's face, and he's left to shake and gasp as Dante leans down and licks him clean.

Ed takes a moment to just… shudder, boneless against the mattress, a light haze brought on by orgasm clouding his mind.

He'd just… In Dantes… his step-mothers mouth… Her tongue is still lapping at his cock, sending overstimulated thrills down his spine with every pass it makes.

"Mmm, my turn," Dante says huskily, and Ed blearily blinks at her, watching as she sits up on her knees, crawls forward and grasps his cock, still partially hard from the orgasm from seconds ago. Wet heat envelopes him once more, but this time it's from Dante's cunt as she impales herself on him. It hurts– it's far too much too quickly, he's unbearably sensitive still, body still reeling from the recent intense orgasm he'd experienced. His body jolts, the previous overstimulation from the kitten licks she'd been treating his cock to having grown tenfold, surrounded by that tight, wet warmth her body provides.

"W-wait! Unnghh… Too–!"

Ed tries to sit up, to push her off of him, but Dante pins him in place and forcefully rides him. She clenches around him, body sucking him in greedily. Ed gasps, legs spasming as his finger twists the sheets hard. Her pace is punishing, and Ed's cock aches. At this rate, it won't be long until he comes again…

"Too much?" Dante taunts, rolling her hips slowly, a hand sliding up his chest to wrap around his throat, not tight enough to cut off his air supply fully, but enough to serve as a threat. "You'll take as much as I give, I'll make you cry from how good it'll be. I don't care how many times I make you ejaculate."

She hums and grinds down on him, twisted satisfaction spreading across her face.

"If you can make love to me and until I orgasm, though, all on your own, we can stop for the night." A faux innocent tilt of her head, and Ed's gritting his teeth. "What do you say, boy?"

"Ugh… F-fuh-ck… Fine, fine!" Ed gasps out, desperately clawing at the sheets.

Dante, with a deceptive amount of strength, flips their positions, pulling Ed over top of her, legs locking around his slender waist. Her teeth dig into her lower lip as she stares up at him, arms thrown over his shoulders.

With each reluctant pump of Ed's hips, keeping himself upright with only one arm grows more and more difficult to maintain, and it doesn't take long for his body to start to ache. Ed startles when someone is suddenly leaning over him, pressing kisses to his spine.

"Suck them, Edward," Lust whispers, her hands drifting up and down the backs of his thighs, before settling on his hips. "Ladies like when you stimulate their nipples, you can make an orgasm from it."

Can you?

Before now, Ed's knowledge of sex was purely clinical in nature. He'd been given the birds and the bees talk when he was about nine or so, but even by then, he and Al already knew what sex was. In preparation for committing that sin, they'd read through any and all books about human anatomy and the body's functions they could get their hands on, so it's understandable that they'd be familiar with the concept already. There were, of course, certain things those books didn't cover, like some of the more bizarre sex acts Lust had forced upon him. The books he'd read as a child hadn't exactly gone indepth about things like fellatio or cunnilingus, and considering he's fifteen, it's not like these concepts were completely unknown to him. Still, Lust always finds ways to catch him off guard, to introduce new and unusual things to him, to reduce him to putty in her hands.

Ed rarely felt as foolish, childish and naive as he does in her presence.

When Ed leans down to suckle at her breast, his arm gives out beneath him, and he's left slumped against body, still rutting into her. Dante snickers, and pulls him tight to her body, hips lifting and pushing back against his thrusts. Behind Ed, Lust looms above him, her own hips bumping into his, humping against him, small sighs escaping her throat.

"Oh… Good boy, oh…" Dante moans as Ed's lips latch onto her left nipple, writhing in ecstasy beneath him. "Yess… Like that! Do it like that!"

Lust gasps into Ed's ear, and he can barely hear her over his own panting. He'll come again, soon. That oversensitivity changes from just plain painful, almost unbearable to a damn near perfect blend of pleasurable and painful. He's never experienced something quite like it– sure, Lust has jerked him off until he's shaking and oversensitive, but never this far.

Lust leans in close enough that her lips are touching the shell of his ear, and murmurs, "I could train you to come like a girl, you know," Ed's eyes burn, body shaking viciously, muscles aching fiercely. The words Lust pants into his ear on distantly register, far too engrossed by the way his balls tighten, orgasm approaching quickly. "I could make you come without ever touching your cock… have you ever done that? Mm… I'll show you how. You could be my little girl…"

Ed's thrusts grow erratic, as do Dante's, her grip around both his waist and shoulders tightening as she approaches that crescendo.

"W-wait…" Ed whines, attempting to force his hips to stall. Lust uses her hold on his hips to manually push his hips forward, to force him into continuing to fuck Dante. Ed gasps wetly, a sob building in his throat, as he grows more frantic. "Nghh… Oh fuck, wait, wait– stop, or I'll– inside–!"

As far as Ed has gathered, homunculi cannot reproduce in the traditional way. Lust cannot fall pregnant, but Dante? She's inhabiting Lyra's body, a living, breathing, human body. Chances are that she can still become pregnant, even in this form. The idea is fucking horrifying– not even just due to the usual 'my family would kill me if I got a girl pregnant!', but the fact that a baby would forever tie Ed to this woman for the rest of his life. He wouldn't be able to abandon a baby– Ed refuses to be his father, to be a piece of shit who abandons his children the moment things get hard.

If he fathers a child, he… not even death would be allowed to take him away from this hell. It wouldn't be a responsibility he's able to strip himself of, because another human being is depending on him.

"Do it! Oh, oh Van…!" Dante stiffens, head tossed back as she cries out. Ed tries to scramble out and away from her, but she's still clinging to him like a second skin, and Lust is plastered to his back, keeping him from pulling out.

Disgust turns Ed's gut.

She's fucking Ed, and imagines he's his father? She's vicariously living out her past relationship through him– her step-son.

"Lust! Lust, no, let me go! Let me– fuck, oh God!"

Ed comes, the knot is his gut breaking as his hips hump into the woman below him against his will, pumping her full of his semen. He shakes and shudders against her, gasping for air as Dante lazily rolls her hips, milking him for all he's worth.

No. Oh God.

Dante's fingers card through Ed's hair, expression contented, eyes locking with his own horror stricken ones. She smiles, chest rising and falling rhythmically, completely calm, as compared to him. Behind him, Lust peppers his shoulders in kisses, occasionally licking away stray beads of sweat rolling down his skin.

When Dante speaks, she sounds so fucking smug, and Ed wants to wipe that look from her face.

"Good boy."

He is powerless to do so, however. He's so, so powerless.