Warnings: Abuse, dark, and OOC

Alphonse Elric sat in an underground room he had made himself, hidden away from the rest of the world.

He sat at a desk he had brought down when his brother had been out.

He poured over theories that Edward himself had created in order to give him this body.

And on a separate ledge, chemicals fizzed and his equipment stood.

He had tried several times before.

Always so careful.

His fifteen year old brother had always been away on missions for at least three months.

They had died.

But they were living longer and longer.

Now he had found Edwards formula, this one would be a success.

An exact copy.

He knew it was wrong.

He didn't care.

Edward.

Brother.

He loved his brother, in the worst way possible.

Incest.

He knew his brother didn't feel the same, never would.

One year ago

The suit of armour walked around the tank where a body lay.

"I don't understand Brother."

The golden haired boy looked up. "Really? Well it's simple. You know how Hoemhiem took over peoples bodies?"

"Dad. Yes."

"Whatever. Well we're going to do the same with you. But what we've done, instead of killing an innocent person. We've taken your DNA of some of your old clothes (which we where really lucky too find) and cloned it."

At the silence from his brother, Ed sighed.

"DNA is what makes you, you. They've done loads of research, but alchemists proved it to be true. And cloning, basically means copying. Get it?"

The suit of armour nodded.

"Now I've experimented with chemicals and found a way to speed up the rate of growth and a way to slow it down. You getting all this Al?"

"Yes Brother."

"Right so when it's about the right age we'll attach your soul to it. Now the thing is we can't let it wake up at all, because the second its eyes open, it learns and therefore has a mind and soul. Obviously we don't want to take it over. See your brother is a genius."

Five months ago

"So any problems so far Al?"

"Nope, new body's great."

Alphonse looked at his brother, he was aware that his feelings were going into to un-brotherly and needed some reassurance from Edward

"Brother what's incest?"

Edward gagged on his drink.

"WHAT! WHY!"

"A man told me it was gross we were like that."

"What? Al, we're not like that. That means siblings that…do it."

"Oh right."

"And I'll love you no matter what Al. but I'm never gonna fuck ya."

Edward stood and left unaware of the devastation he left behind.

Present time

Between then and now Al had tried various ways of ignoring his feelings. But they didn't work.

So he needed Edward and Edward only.

And he thought about it, he really did. But it wouldn't be alive, not really, it wouldn't have human mind. It would be perfect, and exactly right. He would have the best of both worlds. Talking to Edward normally and fucking him too. It would be better if it was the real Ed of course, but needs must.

So he planned it all every attempt giving him the three months needed for it to have grown to the physical age of eight.

His brother was away again 3-6 months, plenty of time.

He set the equipment up, added the chemical speed up the growth and set it off.

Half an hour later there was some living cells. If all went to plan, in two days there would be a new baby. He would look after it until Ed came back and then hide it.

Then he would let it age to fifteen, and then he would have his own version of his brother.

Al watched the tank he kept the child in quietly, it was nearly time to 'give birth' to it.

The tank only worked for a few days as a womb but so long as the growth was quick and the makeshift placenta worked the baby was fine.

He gently picked the baby boy out of the tank, and carried it up stairs where he was to spend the first months of his life.

The little boy aged fast and was physically one less than a week later.

Al simply sat the boy on the couch and for the most part ignored him. It was of no use to him yet. The boy's mind was of a one year old as the mind tended to adapt to the body, so he should remain the same mental and physical age provided he had some help with development.

And as with most young children he tried to walk.

Al was in the kitchen watching him. The baby put his feet on the floor and attempted to move. Next thing he knew Al had swiftly slapped him across the face. His eyes filled with tears and he sobbed loudly casing Al to give him a look of disgust.

"Eee gods." The teen murmured as he moved away, leaving the child sobbing on the floor.

The boy was physically five and had only been alive a few months, mentally however he wasn't developing. Al never spoke to him. He hadn't even named him.

Al taught the boy to clean his self and to use a 'bathroom'. He ate the food he was given by instinct. He had enough to be left in the cellar by himself but not enough to survive, in the outside world, which is what Al wanted.

Ed was due home this week. The boy was physically fourteen, so Al added the next chemical to slow his growth. He had noticed the boy murmured a lot, though none of it made any sense.

Al watched the boy for minute before dragging him into the basement.

"Peigt." The teen looked up at the older male and repeated himself firmly "Peigt."

"What?"

He dragged the, now, teen into the cellar and threw him on the floor by an old camp bed.

He lifted him up and stuck his tongue down the young teens throat, bit the boys lip as he pulled back, smirking. The teen just stared at him, not understanding, not knowing this would be his life.

A/N:Review if I should keep this up.

A/N2: Yet another dark one, but this should get better. I started writing this half way through Ob's hold and its simliar level, darker in some ways but not others.

A/N3: BTW If anyone wants to know what the kid (he'll have a name soon) is saying just ask.