Warnings:... Issues

Three years later

Igani laid on his front, he appeared to be playing with the dirt or his fingers, as his quiet mumbling indicated, he was playing with them in a similar way to a doll or action figure. The only thing which took away from the simplicity of a child playing was the young man thrusting into his body.

As this was a daily thing, the boy didn't notice the movement so long as he had his attention on something else. He sometimes tried to speed the process up, just to get it over with. Al had developed a habit, over the past year, of hugging him before and after, while sobbing and murmuring 'Ed' over and over again. Adding another confusing meaning to the blonde's already jumbled vocabulary.

Igani loved human contact, though he only ever got any from his creator/rapist, he didn't like the sex, with it being the wrong sort of contact, but loved being held. He had learnt if he made movements with Al he was held after, for longer.

Al grunt above him and shifted, Igani frowned lightly at his game being interrupted.

This was one of the hugging 'Edwards' that still being his word for sex.

"Draig ecari." Al moaned softly in his ear, Igani's frown deepened, his game had totally been spoiled. Sighing he moved slightly, causing Al to shout in pleasure.

Igani glanced back at the brunette, he was really irritated by the premature end to game, but he was also grateful he wasn't being hit, screamed at, being violently thrust into, and receiving bites over his neck.

Though he almost wished he was receiving the really nice one, but that was incredibly rare.

The blonde was shocked as Alphonse finished with a violent thrust.

Al pulled the blonde into his lap and held him tightly and found the blonde automatically bury his head into his chest.

Al's looks had changed, his skin was paler, his eyes darker with a malevolent glint and he was skinny with no muscles, as he no longer did any other exercise except for 'playing with his toy' and he rarely ate, quite the change from the innocent looking boy from three years ago.

He had taken to spending most of his time in the cellar with Igani, and a less time with Edward. He had developed a dislike for other humans, especially anybody Ed was associated with, and in turn they often found him to be threatening in simply looks and while they said nothing to Ed they often felt uncomfortable. Even the now eighteen year old Edward found him to be slightly unsettling, and often searched, still paranoid there was something his little brother was hiding.

Al rocked the boy back and forth, whispering sweetly into his ear, Igani smiled slightly and burrowed himself further into Al's skinny chest. Al placed the boy on the grime covered mattress, dressed and walked out the room. Igani moved away and went to all the apparatus that had 'given birth to him', he was unaware of its importance to his creation, but had always though it interesting. He would play timidly with the dangling wires, but after so long he always became bored and crawled to the desk next to it, and played with some of the little action figures Al had stored in the desk drawers. He never moved them away from the drawer for fear of angering Al.

The young blonde happily played with toys until he heard footsteps throwing them back in the drawer he crawled back to the mattress, trembling with fear. He couldn't walk, as he struggled with balance and was always hit down if he tried.

Al walked in clutching a bucket of water.

Igani watch warily, he had extremely mixed experience associated with Al with water. On one hand he was cleaned which always made him feel better, and he was held for longer, on the other hand he had been scrubbed until his skin was raw, and on a foot he had the bucket of freezing water thrown over him, often receiving a hit.

Al dragged him over digging his nails into the boys skin, and dunked the child's head into the bucket hoping to wash his filthy, greasy hair, and turning it back to its natural colour. Al idly scrubbed the boys head, while the boy thrashed violently. He let him up and kissed him while choking.

Al held the blondes head and began chopping his wet hair, into the same style as Ed's. Igani coughed and spluttered, not paying attention to anything that was happening until Al blew on his face to clear the fine glimmers of gold away. Igani stared at his abuser a hurt look, on his, somehow, still innocent face. He had never been hurt while having his hair cleaned before, and he felt a sense betrayal rising in his chest.

Igani's feelings towards Alphonse were simple, but unhealthy. He truly loved the older boy, in a purely platonic way. As far as the young boy was concerned, Al was his father (in the vaguest sense as he didn't know what a father was). He also believed everybody was like this, and Al himself had been brought up this way, it was in the same way children being abused by their parents still love them, and both fear and hate them.

A/N: Review if I should keep this up

A/N2: Slightly boring but necessary. More intresting next chapter.