Note: I am not an expert on the subject I'm attempting to write about. Please do not read this story if you think it will bother you.

Thank you very much for coming here. This work will contain four chapters. The first starts now.

Chapter 1

Edward Elric had a headache. He rubbed the skin between his eyes and sighed as he placed the book he'd just finished back onto the library shelf. There was still no useful information to be found. He walked to the area where his brother sat reading. "You find anything interesting, Al?"

"Yes, it turns out that the alchemist Caslon Dotting could write with both hands at once," Alphonse replied. "I didn't find anything about how we could get our bodies back, though."

"Oh, well. We'd better keep searching."

Ed's stomach growled. Al looked at him. "Brother, we've been here since early morning and now it's well past noon. You should go eat lunch."

Ed put his arms above his head and stretched. "I guess I will. I need to get out and walk anyway; I'm all stiff from sitting here so long. I'll come back afterwards."

He went out, leaving his brother at the library to continue their research. The air felt refreshing as it filled his lungs. He ventured into the streets and tried to recall where the nearest place he could eat was. People passed him by on his left and right as he walked, but he barely noticed anyone until he was suddenly approached by a scruffy sandy-haired man.

The man put a hand on Ed's shoulder to stop him walking. "Hey," he said in a low, scratchy voice. "You're using auto-mail."

Ed glanced down at himself. He was completely covered from the neck down due to his coat and gloves. "How can you tell?"

"You're squeaking."

"Wow, it's that loud?"

"No, but I have a very discerning ear."

Ed patted his left knee. "You're right, though. My leg's been squeaking since the day before yesterday."

"Don't you have a mechanic?"

"Yes, but she lives in Resembool, and I don't want to travel all the way there for a problem so minor."

And then the man said, "I'm an auto-mail mechanic too. I could check your leg for you."

Ed was surprised. "Thank you, but are you sure? It's really not a big deal."

"Oh, I insist. We mechanics are a nitpicky bunch. I can't stand the thought of seeing someone with imperfect auto-mail and not doing anything to help."

He sounded so sincere that Ed actually found it quite impressive. "Thank you, mister."

"My name's Lota. Franz Lota."

"I'm Edward."

Lota told Ed to follow him to his house. Ed complied, even though he wanted to get lunch instead. He thought it'd be rude to make this kind stranger wait for him while he ate. They walked until they reached a small, boxy brown house. Once inside, Lota led Ed to a room in the back of the house, where an array of tools was neatly laid out on a long wooden table. Lota shut the door behind them and then pulled up two chairs for him and his client.

Since it was his leg being examined, Ed had to remove his shoes and pants at Lota's request. He sat down in his assigned chair wearing nothing below the waist but his underwear. Lota sat down opposite him, tools in hand. The gaze he directed toward Ed's lower body seemed oddly intense, to the point where it actually made Ed blush. But he told himself that reaction was ridiculous. The whole reason he was there was to have his leg looked at. Lota was just doing his job.

At first Lota was silent, but he soon struck up a conversation while he worked. "Every morning I see you walk by my house with a huge guy in a suit of armor."

"That's my younger brother, Alphonse."

"He's younger than you? That's interesting. How old are you two?"

"I'm fourteen and he's thirteen."

"And where are you kids headed off to on your own each morning?"

"We go to the library. We're both avid readers."

Lota's next question was completely unexpected. "Do you love your brother, Edward?"

"Of course."

"More than anyone else in the whole world?"

The word "yes" was out his mouth before he could even think about it. The quickness of his own response startled him, as did the sudden raw pain in his voice. It was hard to talk about his feelings toward Al without thinking about all he'd put him through, trapping him in that hulking piece of metal.

Lota smiled. "I'm jealous. I've loved many people before, but no one has ever loved me in return."

"You don't have a wife or anything?"

"No, Edward. I have no one."

The man started to cry. It freaked Ed out. "Hey," he said in a pitiful attempt to be soothing. "Don't be like that. What's wrong?"

Lota wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Sorry. It's just that when I think of people like you, who both love and are loved in return, it makes me feel so sad. I'm jealous of you but I guess I'm happy for you as well. I have no friends or family of my own. No one even visits me. I am . . . incredibly lonely."

Ed felt a pang in his heart.

"Do you have any other artificial limbs?" Lota asked abruptly.

"Yeah, my right arm is auto-mail too."

"Since you're here anyway, why don't I check that as well?"

How could Ed refuse, when tears were still leaking from this poor man's cloudy grey eyes? His empty stomach growled in protest, but it seemed insignificant compared to the intense desolation he could feel emanating from the mechanic. There was no telling how long it had been since Lota's last visitor. Ed had to stay and give him solace for just a little while longer . . .

Ed's metal arm extended all the way to his shoulder, so he had to strip again for Lota to examine it properly. While he removed his coat and shirt, Lota told him, "Don't move your left leg. I still have work to do there." So Ed kept his leg still, which he found to be remarkably easy.

"Loose screws in your arm," Lota muttered after a second. "Need to fix that too."

"Wow, really? Thanks a lot. I never noticed anything wrong."

While Lota worked on the mechanical limb, Ed tried to fidget as little as possible, but hunger was starting to make him feel dizzy. He caught himself swaying to one side. He tried to balance himself by shifting the position of his feet. Then he remembered that he wasn't supposed to move his left leg.

And then he noticed something else. He was literally incapable of moving his left leg.

Lota, who had been holding Ed's arm, released it from his grasp. It fell limply to Ed's side. He tried, but he couldn't move that either.

"Mr. Lota, what –" Ed was cut off by a pair of arms colliding with his side, knocking him out of his chair and sending him tumbling to the ground. He hit his head on the tiled floor and was dazed at once. Before he could register a thing, Lota picked him up and swiftly dropped him on the ground beside the table. In the blink of an eye, the mechanic produced a short cord and tied Ed's living wrist against the table leg.

Lota gingerly sat down, resting most of his weight on the boy. Ed struggled, but with his flesh arm bound and his auto-mail limbs completely disabled, he couldn't do much. When Lota pulled the hair tie out of Ed's braid and ran his fingers through the loose gold strands, all the alchemist could do was shudder.

"Edward," Lota whispered in a reverent tone. "So pretty . . ."

"What are you going to do if I scream?" Ed challenged.

"My neighbors are tremendously apathetic. I did tell you that no one visits me. But I doubt they'll hear you anyway; the walls are very thick."

Al flashed through Ed's mind, but it could be hours before the armored boy even started to feel suspicious over his big brother's absence. Ed was alone. Despair welled up, threatening to choke him. He wasn't ignorant. The way Lota stroked his hair, the worshipful gleam in those grey eyes – Ed knew full well what this lonely man's intentions were.

Lota's hands moved from Ed's hair to his face, cupping his cheeks and holding his head tightly in place. Then, to Ed's complete horror, the man leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. He went slowly, tenderly shaping his lips around Ed's, tasting him fully before slipping his tongue inside the boy's mouth. It was like a lover's kiss, except that one party was fighting the urge to gag.

Finally Lota drew back, breathing quite heavily, his fingers once again tangled with Ed's hair. He pulled the locks so hard that Ed felt like the skin of his scalp would be ripped off. "I can't believe how much I want you," the man said, his voice husky. "I can't bear to wait, but I can't let this end so quickly either. I have to savor our time together."

No, Ed thought. Just get it over with. But of course the man wouldn't have listened even if Ed had spoken out loud.

Hot fingertips ran all over Ed's body, caressing his neck and chest and feeling the muscles of his arm before moving to trail down his living leg. The touches made his stomach turn. He tried to stay silent, determined to emerge from this ordeal with his dignity intact, but he couldn't help growling when Lota's hand pressed between his legs.

The growl died when Lota tugged away the boy's underwear, removing his last article of clothing. His own vulnerability terrified him. Lota reached for the young boy's penis, but paused, seeming to reconsider. Instead he gazed at Ed's body for several moments before kissing him again, hungrier and more demanding this time, but still maintaining that artificial intimacy.

Ages later, he withdrew from the kiss and shifted off of Ed, who cringed as the man stripped naked in front of him. Lota tossed his clothes aside and then carefully positioned himself above Ed's face. He bent his knees and pried Ed's lips apart with his fingers before he lowered himself into the boy's mouth. Ed nearly screamed with disgust.

"Come on, now," Lota said softly. "Don't resist. You know I'm not letting you out of here until I get what I need from you." He rocked his body gently back and forth. Though Ed instinctively shied away from the object invading his mouth, there simply wasn't enough room for him to avoid brushing his tongue against it.

Lota was persistent. Every so often he would murmur some words of approval or encouragement, but his movements soon quickened, belying his true desperation. It seemed he was torn between his carnal needs and his perverse desire to romanticize the situation. Ed knew he would be released sooner if he went along with Lota's plan and pleasured him like a good hostage. But the thought was so repulsive that he physically couldn't bring himself to do it. He held himself limp and allowed the man to use him until his lips were sore and his tongue went numb.

With a sigh, Lota finally removed himself from Ed's mouth. Ed stared at the man's hard arousal, knowing where it would soon be placed. "So uncooperative," Lota mumbled as he crawled backward toward Ed's feet. "I guess it's time to shift gears."

"Mr. Lota?" Ed's voice was raspy, which might've alarmed him if he hadn't had bigger things to worry about. "Why are you doing this to me? You don't even know me."

"Sometimes you don't have to know someone to feel like you do. I think you're beautiful, Edward, and somebody ought to show you that."

"And this was the only way to do that?"

"Well," Lota said. "This is for me, too. Not just you."

He used his hands to separate Ed's legs. He took hold of the boy's hips and lifted them off the floor.

"Please stop," Ed pleaded. "Don't do this to me."

"Sorry, Edward. You may not like it now, but I'm sure in the future you'll come to appreciate this day." The tip of his arousal slid inside Ed's body. The rest of it followed, bit by bit, at an exceptionally slow pace. Lota probably figured he was being careful, but pain still clawed at Ed.

Lota found a rhythm soon enough. Ed shut his eyes when the thrusts began coming at a regular rate. He clenched his fist and bit his tongue to keep from crying out. The agony was only getting worse. He prayed it would become great enough to knock him unconscious and let him escape from where he was. But of course, that never happened. Despite his best efforts to will himself into oblivion, he remained fully awake and aware of every moment of his violation.

It was a relief when he heard Lota moan and felt a warm fluid pour inside him. That had to mean the ordeal was over. Ed opened his eyes. His body ached and he was incredibly dizzy, but at least now he had no more to endure.

"Oh, now that was really something," the lonely man sighed as he pulled out of the boy. Ed silently waited to be untied, but Lota seemed content with merely lying beside him and caressing his skin at the moment.

"You are planning to release me, right?" Ed said eventually. His voice was even hoarser than it had been before.

"I'll have to, unfortunately," Lota murmured. "But not until you've had your own pleasure." He sat up and wrapped his hand around Ed's length. "I'm not selfish, you know."

Ed's blood froze. There was more?

Lota pumped Ed with vigor, causing the boy to cry out as his back arched. Waves of urgent sensation rushed into his body, collecting inside him and building to an unbearable level. His wrist strained against the cord; his skin screamed in protest as it was scraped raw. A startled grunt left his lips as white fluid burst from the tip of his penis.

He stared at his semen in horror. No. No way.

Lota gave him another long kiss before standing up to get a tissue and some tools. First he used the tissue to wipe the semen off Ed's skin. Then he got to work on Ed's auto-mail.

Ed's vision swam before him. He lost track of time; he didn't know how much of it had passed when Lota announced, "Done. Your auto-mail is fully repaired now."

Ed slowly rolled each of his mechanical limbs onto their sides. He could move them again. He glanced at his flesh arm and was surprised to find it untied. He hadn't noticed Lota taking care of that.

Lota lightly dropped Ed's clothes onto him. He stared at this offering, uncomprehending, too dazed to remember what to do with it. After a minute, Lota tilted his head in confusion. "Do you want me to dress you?"

The question provided Ed with a bit of dim awareness. He willed himself to sit up and somehow managed. He worked at a snail's pace, but eventually he was fully dressed once more, his hair returned to its standard braid. By this time Lota had already put on all of his own clothes. He took Ed's hand, helping him to his feet, and escorted him to the front door.

"Good-bye, Edward," Lota said as the boy stumbled down the steps. "Come back any time you wish."