Something about this body, something about the bond between Ling Yao and Edward Elric was what sparked my interest in the runt. I had already liked him from the start, as a guy, with his determination and that dangerously short temper. Hot headed, impulsive, unapologetically stubborn. These were traits I thought were sexy in just about anyone. But like I said, something bout this body was what sparked it. I blame the rest on my twisted imagination. Once you put something in, it's damn well certain that something just as sick will come out. I almost feel bad that I couldn't stop it. But as they say; it is what it is. There ain't no turning back from something once it's been laid out in hard stone.

But damn... I was drunk off my ass when I noticed him in the corner, looking like he might cry if he didn't bust a nut for those teenage hormones. Mmm, he was just too difficult to resist. I approached him, slurring his name and pinning him into the wall. He was scared at first, or maybe just a little confused, consdering I'd be the first guy to do something like this to him. But pretty soon he was enjoying it, the bruises I left down that chokable little neck with my fingers and teeth. Yes, oh yes, he was a kinky little fuck, that Edward Elric. He actually begged me to make him bleed. I ripped his shirt off and clawed down those strong shoulderblades of his. I kept that red trench coat of his on his back though, while I reached beneath, still marring his back and laying him down, tracing the crevices of his sculpted abdominals with my tongue. When I pulled his braid back to get a taste from his jugular, he near came all over me. My god, that tiny teenager was horny.

I pleased him alright. I sucked the kid off like any fair man would. The sounds he made were as beautiful as his alchemy, and he's a prodigy when it comes to that. Each little gasp and scream just made me more and more eager to fuck the hell out of that Fullmetal runt. He gripped me so tight with that body of his that I've got bruises worse than on his throat where I'd choked him with my fingers. There's a damn fine ring around my lower back where he wrapped his legs around me. Oh was it worth it though, let me tell you... he was so fucking tight. Tight, hot, practically a deathsqueezing fire. He screamed so loudly for me, with that horny flustered heat in his body, I thought he might wake the dead. His eight inch was twitching more than a possessed woman. I made that pain slut jack himself off till it hurt while I forced my shaft to slap against his. That sting of flesh smacking flesh, the aches of near release...

I wasn't gonna let that hot little fuck finish till I said so. I denied him till he was begging me. I licked the sweat from his chest and the tears from his eyes. God that kid was the perfect masochist. All the times he'd ever hated himself, failing to protect his brother, resurrecting his mom and finding only a monster, watching that fragile little blonde Winry Rockbell break into tears... I could see all that playing out before me as I turned him over and lapped the red off his torn back. I'd never climaxed so fucking hard in my life. And the kid? Call me a sick fuck, but I took his virginity. He squirted his load all over himself. I snatched that v-card right out of his hands. Believe me, it was nothing more than a one night stand with his desperately horny ass. But he's mine in a sense that I took what no one else can have. His innocence, his masochism, his filty, secret desires... They're all mine to keep.