Hunger Games-Fullmetal Version

That dreadful time of the year is approaching, it's horrible, disgusting, traumatizing and everyone fears it. The government thinks it prevents war, I think they use it as a way to feed their cold black hearts. Maybe, killing people just doesn't fill the emptiness of their soul, so they sick people against each other forcing pain, suffering and agonizing death, but most of all it's Entertaining and that's why we watch. Animal instinct, the need to kill, we all have it and we all crave it, the freedom to do nothing and not care, to feel no pain as we cut the flesh of another being, we do it to animals but why not others? That's what the government thinks and feels, they know even the most unwilling child will change in the face of death, kill or be killed.

Three years I've managed to keep out of the hunger games, three years I've gotten lucky, at least that's what people say. I don't feel lucky, I know if I was still at home with mother and father, my brother or I most likely would have been picked by now. Mother died three years ago, she was chosen to play in the Hunger Games. She died right away, no chance to run, hide or escape. Father died 7 years ago he was also chosen, he was killed after 2 days of hiding in a tree. I was 9 at the time and my brother was 10, being so young you'd think death would have a traumatizing effect, especially when I watched him die. You see how these games effect people, children? How horrible they are, how I didn't even cry when mother or father died, how brother and I saw it as a way of life that he simply failed and he was worthless for it.

Now that I am older I see it as morally wrong, insane, sinful, but none see it that way, no one really understands, if they do, they don't do anything about it. Brother understands, he knows how horrible the game truly is, he's watched it longer than me. He forced me to stop watching after father died, he wouldn't allow mother to watch it either. I only watched it once in 7 years, and that was to see my mother brutally murdered, when it happen brother turned the t.v off. Brother is the one person I love more than anything in this world, He is my entire world, I truly love him. He doesn't know though, I don't think he ever will, in my country, Amestris, Incest is against the law. I know your thinking "well, nobody will find out, keep it a secret" but it's hard when I live with the Colonel of our military. Now that's a story, when mother died brother and I were alone, we had no one, most of our family died in the games or from natural causes. Roy, found us shivering and alone, we were lying in an alley way huddling. We were freezing and starving, I remember a man asking us if we were alright, we were so cold we couldn't move, he came over and pick us both up in his arms and carried us back to his house. He made us hot coco and gave us a loving home. He had money, lots of money; he bought us everything we wanted, books, toys, clothes and food. He was amazing, over the past 3 years we've grown close to Roy and I myself come to think of him as my father. Brother on the other hand has a different idea of Roy and who he is; I think maybe brother thinks of him as a pest.

"Alphonse! Where are you?" Edward yelled from another room. I got up and quickly shut and hid the journal I was writing in under my dresser. If brother ever found it and read it he may find out more than I want him to. "Al! Answer me!" I ran from my room closing the door behind me. "Brother! I'm in my room!" I yell back frustrated at not being able to finish my entry. I have a gut feeling it may be my last. "Al, why are you always in your room? Don't you like, I don't know, doing normal things like going out and living your life?" Ed asked, clearly wanting something. "Brother, what do you want?" Ed gave a small smile "Let's go to the beach, you know, just in case it's our last time able to go." I knew he was saying that to make me feel guilty and worried so I would go, but honestly the beach sounded nice right now, but the only problem is "Brother, it's nine at night, and dark, nobody will be there, just us." I inform him, afraid to go alone since to me it would feel like a date. Brother laughs "That's the point, Al. I just want it to be me and you." I can tell Ed's hiding something but I more aggravated by what he said more than anything. Ed always acts as if he has a crush on me but then will suddenly act as if I was his mortal enemy, it drives me crazy. "Okay, If you really want to." I turn to go get ready but brother stops me. "Let's go, the beach is this way. You don't need your bathing suit." Ed explains. Confused I nod and follow him downstairs and out the door, we walk in complete silence.

"Brother? Why do you want me to come with you? If we're not swimming what are we going to do?" I asked curiously. Brother ignored me. "Brother are you listening to me? Brot- Edward threw me down onto a nearby picnic table. He immediately pressed his lips to mine and began grinding into me. The feeling was amazing, I had never been happier, but why was he doing this? Why now? I heard him moan and I knew I needed to stop this, I had to, and it was wrong no matter how I felt. "Brother! Stop!" I yell as angry as I could. Ed stopped and looked at me, his expression showing fear and sorrow. "Al? Why, I know you want this so why should I stop?" Ed asked me followed by another attack on my lips and rapidly growing erection. I can feel my will power fading, and my need to be with Ed creeping up on me. "Brother! I said stop!" I yell louder and more serious. Ed finally gets the hint and stops. I can feel tears forming in my eyes, I know I'm making a huge mistake but I can't help it, fear is the strongest emotion there is, and I was terrified. "Ed, I do love you, I truly do, but it's wrong no matter how I feel. We can't ever be together. Ever." I say as gently as I could, careful not to hurt brother.

"Al, if you say no now, you'll never get another chance. I haven't had time to think, I know when I do, I'll change my mind about doing this." My minds blank, I want him, I need him, but no matter what he says, how many chances I just can't say yes, I just can't. "Brother, I want to say yes, but I can't." I whisper to him. "I don't know what to do." I feel a single tear fall from my eyes, I love him so much, so why is it wrong? Why can't I be with him? "Al, you only live once, I'm not going to tell anyone, so just do what's in your heart." He pushes me on my back once again and slowly starts to lick and nip at my lips, teasing, begging, and pleading for a yes. My mind, my heart and my soul saying yes, but my fear pulling me away. He moves his mouth lower to my neck, I can feel my heart beating a thousand miles a minute, and god how I wished I could speak, tell him I wanted him, to give it to me no matter what I say. I can't. My body has made up its own mind and before I can breathe my clothes are off and Ed's hands and mouth are between my legs. His fingers slide out of me and are replaced by a thick length sliding in and out, faster and faster. Making me moan and plead for more. My hands are clenching my brothers back and my mind is gone. Pure Bliss. I feel an overwhelming white heat build in my groin and I know I'm close. Ed speeds up ramming into my prostate and driving me over the edge.

"Brother. I love you." I whisper into Eds ear. I feel him smile and reply "I love you more Al" We fall asleep wrapped up, on the table, on the beach. Let's just hope nobody shows up before we get up.

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