Pleasured Deconstruction

A/N: I dont own FMA. Mentions of child rape & n/c sex. It's in retrospect so it's not that bad. I guess...



Al stared at me for a long time while I cried in Klause's lap. These tears were filled with mixed emotions. Shame, anger that I had been right about Riza, hatred, self pity, you name it, any burnt saccharine emotion that could be felt was being done so by me.

“Edward.” Al's newly hard edged voice reverberated in my ears and part of me wanted to cover myself, so he wouldn't have to see me or my shame. I avoided him and kept my head in Klause's soggy lap.

As usual, Al thwarted my plan. He ran over to the couch and snatched me from Klause, even though she tried to hold on to me.

“Don't hurt him, Sensei! Please! Alphonse don't hurt him!” She screamed, beating on her thighs. Al tossed me about the room like a rag doll, yelling and screaming at me.

“DON'T CALL ME SENSEI! THAT WAS HER NAME!” He roared at Klause and turned molten red eyes on me. “And speaking of Sensei, how do you like fucking her? Is she is good as I remember? Or does she allow you control? Don't you want to know how I know what has been going on nearly ALL your life?” Al screamed, his voice cracking within his hollow shell. He shook me for a moment before throwing me in a heap on to the floor at Klause's feet.

“Don't you want to know...how I know?” Al asked calmly, sitting back down on the couch. Klause had been frightened to the point of hiccups and hitches, her pretty face red and splotchy with tears.

I managed to hide my face with my hair from Al during his tirade, soaking in the words like a sponge.

'How do I like fucking her...Is she is good as Al remembers...all our lives??? OH GOD!' My voice screamed within my head. I stood up shakily and faced Al...sick to my stomach.

“Al...did she...?”

“Yes.” That confirmation shook something fierce within me and I felt my heart decompose instantly. It felt like someone reached in and pulled out all of my guts and set them on fire.

“Once when we were on the island during our training. When we were separated for about a day...” Al trailed off and now it was his turn to look away from my horrified glance. “After I lost my body, Izumi lost her taste for me. I guess metal doesn't appeal to her. At least not mine,” He added, making me wilt. It was one thing for Izumi and I to be somewhat consensual, but for her to force Al...a child...I couldn't take it. I ran from the living room and threw up in the toilet until I dry heaved. I lay on the pink shag rug in absolute shock, too cried out for tears. Klause came in after I stopped moving about and knelt down to try to gather me and clean me up. She took off my stained clothes and placed me in the shower, the warm water heating my skin and bringing me back to life. I closed my eyes and prayed for death, but received the end of the shower.

Water off, the plush red cotton towel drying my body, the white tank I packed and khaki cargo shorts were placed on my body unbeknownst to me and I found myself in Klause's bed, staring at the ceiling while she dried my wet hair.

“Klause?” My voice was cracked and tasted sour from the vomit.

“Yes?” Her voice was small and faded.

“Thank you.”

Her response was a muffled sob on my shoulder.

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I awoke a few hours later by the sound of my own stomach growling. I smelled cinnamon and sausages and my stomach growled again, forcing me out of the bed. Klause had protectively wrapped her long arms around me and the side of her cheek was against mine. When I pulled away from her, the cold air invaded my wet face, and I realized she had cried herself to sleep. I got up as carefully and quietly as I could and tucked her back in the bed, wiping the tears off her face.

I heard the pots and pans in the kitchen, and sighed. Al cooked when he was sad. Our mother was the same way. She would cook for that undeserving sperm donor of ours if she had 'bothered' him while he was studying alchemy. She would make his favorite foods, hoping for forgiveness, but never really receiving it. He would eat broodingly and silently and then leave and go back to wherever he came from. I walked into the kitchen and sat at one of the bar stools and looked at the back of Al's armor.

“You need to eat, brother. Your stomach was so loud I couldn't do Klause's lesson plan for in the morning.” He brought a plate of sausages, cinnamon toast, and eggs to me with a fork and a glass of milk.

'Damn you, Al! You know the best time for your revenge, don't you?' I took a horrible sip of milk, shuddered, and then dug into the food, hoping that this time, I could keep something down.

“How long has it been?” The question made me bite the inside of my mouth and look up at Al shame faced. He was leaning on the counter, watching me eat. I couldn't think of a lie fast enough.

“Since about the time I joined the military. A couple of months after.” Al nodded and chuckled to my surprise. I narrowed my eyes at him as I chewed. This wasn't a funny situation, so why the hell was he laughing?

He clearly read my mind. “Forgive me for laughing, brother, but I find a bit of irony here. Izumi told me to never tell you what she was doing, or else she'd start raping you too.”

My mouth and my fork dropped. She blackmailed him into keeping his mouth shut? 'This day is getting better and better!'

Al pushed away from the counter and refilled my milk glass. 'Gross.' “Yeah. I guess,” Al said looking over his armored suit, “I would be too hard on her.” He began laughing, softly at first and then harder and harder until he roared with laughter. I began to chuckle too, but then Al out his face in his hands.

“Forgive me, Edward. I should have told you...that way maybe it wouldn't have happened to you...” I jumped up and ran to Al, hugging his hard body as best I could.

“I know, Al. It's not your fault. I had told Riza about it and I thought she had told you."

Al shook his head. "No. If you blamed her, then you should apologize. You should have came to me. But its all in the past now. You have more important issues at hand."

I looked at Al helplessly. "It's just...how do I get rid of her? How can I get this woman away from us and out of our lives forever?” I put my head in my hands and ran my fingers through my hair in frustration.

Al walked over and placed one of his hands on my shoulder, his eyes flashing bright red. “Kill her.” he said simply.

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So there we sat for about another hour. Talking. Plotting. Discussing. Thinking. Al suggested I go to Izumi's house accordingly before Roy ever caught on. I suggested he apologize for screaming at Klause last night and to teach her some bonus alchemy to keep their relationship amiable. Al agreed that Roy need not know about this sordid relationship that was shared. He wouldn't understand...he could never understand.

The sun was many hours away from Central as I walked towards Izumi's house. She lived relatively close by, on foot it was approximately 15 minutes away. As I approached her driveway, my heart began to beat faster. Could I really kill my Sensei? Despite what she had done, could I really end her life? I swallowed hard and faced the fact that I had been strong armed into this position, that I had not asked for any of this. The house was large and quiet and I knocked softly. I heard muffled noises inside, but no one came to the door. I transmuted my automail into a key and slipped inside. I walked down the hall towards her room, where the light was on. I heard more groans and I prayed Al wasn't in the room handling the job. I took a breath, opened the door and-

“EDWARD!” Izumi shrieked and attempted to pull the covers over her body.

“Hello there, Fullmetal.” Kimblee's calm voice spoke to me and the sound of his sadistic laughter filled the room. My mouth went dry and I suddenly became lightheaded. Then everything went dark.


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