Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Sloth's Hunger (Sweet corruption) ❯ Sloth's huner (Sweet corruption) part II ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Full Metal Alchemist, just a fan here folks.

 

Warning: LEMON scene's (Elricsest?), Language.

 

Summary: Just a little something between Ed and Sloth turns out Sloth's interest in Ed isn't so……Motherly after all.

 

Sloth's hunger (or, such sweet corruption) Part II.

 

He saw her face everywhere, and the memory of that incident was haunting him.

Tearing his eyes away from the old crumbling parchment, leather bound tome on something or other to do with human alchemy Ed gave off a heavy sigh. Come on man concentrate! You know this is important; everything you've been working so hard for can't be thrown away because of that, now focus already Al's counting on you! He told himself this every time he was in danger of getting side tracked by the memory of her.

That in itself was a curious thing, that he couldn't bring himself to even think her name was a sign of how surreal and ridiculous this whole thing was. Oh no that's not it is it? You know full well the reason why you won't think her name don't you it's because you're ashamed.

Yes he was ashamed, but then he was entitled to it wasn't he? After all he had had sex with the homunculus that was the mirror image of his mother and loved it! So in that case more then a little shame and guilt was justified in his mind. And had he not called out mother at the point of his climax? He knew full well he had and just the memory of that sickened him to the core.

There you go, now you've hit the nail on the head haven't you Edward? You're ashamed and sickened because she proved herself right and you wrong, she told you that you wanted to sleep with your own family like some disgusting little creature and now that you realise that you can't even stand to look at your own reflection now can you?

True, but then who wouldn't? Although he had tried, oh-so-vainly, to fight it to deny her the sick little game she wanted to play with his heart and soul he had failed. He was disgusted and sickened by himself, and yet he longed oh how he longed for her to touch her again and to touch her himself.

“No” he mumbled softly to himself trying desperately to block out these thoughts, thoughts of her thoughts of that thoughts that go around and around in circles without end only dragging him deeper and deeper into self-loathing and disgust. “What did you say brother?” Al asked from across the table, the soul attached to the suit of armours voice echoing with a youthfulness that should have withered ever so slightly, and yet never would thanks to Ed.

“Nothing” Ed stated dropping the book, pushing his chair back and standing. “Just a little frustrated with all the pointless whining in the book, I'm taking a walk” he stated stretching and heading towards the door. “Oh, okay brother” Al said turning his attention back to his own book in the hopes of uncovering some small clue or lead that would get them the stone they were sacrificing everything in their pursuit for. “I must remember to tell brother to go easier on the next suspect” Al thought to himself, true Ed hadn't been the same since he had emerged from the sewers around six months ago and it had Al worried. “I just wish he'd say what was eating away at him” Ed hadn't told him what had occurred only that four of the seven homunculi were now dead somehow.

Ed strode out of the library his mind whirling in a hundred directions, the book he had been reading had been frustrating him that much was true, although it wasn't the sole reason for his frustration. I can't believe that alchemists, alchemists would allow their writing to be full of nonsensical drivel about `taboos' and other shit like that. I mean we're supposed to be learned forward thinking people, people who view the world without the crippling constraint of dogma or whining fearfulness, so why all the bullshit about human `souls'?.

Of course Ed knew full well why, all he had to do was look at his automail arm or leg to be reminded of his failed calculation to resurrect their mother, a calculation that had failed because he had failed to take into account that very thing. Or maybe it did work, just not the way you imagined.

“Oh shut up” he mumbled to himself briskly walking down the hall. Given how late it was he didn't have to worry about being overheard by some passer by, everyone except the night watch was asleep. Well everyone apart from himself and Al that was, the reason for which was two fold. The main reason was because Colonel ass-backwards (A/U: I like that title for Mustang) had him performing rather mundane duties during the day, so the only time he had to search for the stone was during the night.

The other reason tied in with his earlier train of thought; since Al was a walking soul in armour he didn't eat, drink or sleep. Just another reason why you need to focus he thought to himself. Mind you what did Greed say about Al, something about eternal life? Or was it the ultimate existence?

That couldn't be the case, after all how can not feeling anything be considered the `ultimate existence? Ed knew it couldn't, he knew it with all his soul like people who believe in god know he exists simply because their soul tells them it is so. But he also knew that there were considerable floors to Al's current form.

The chief one being that he was slowly losing his memory and thus questioning his humanity, something Greed had completely overlooked. Course it wouldn't really be a problem for that psycho, he wasn't really human so he wouldn't have been in danger of losing his humanity to begin with now would he?

But then again maybe he wasn't all that inhuman, after all Sloth wasn't entirely inhuman know was she? She had feelings, emotions and memories that were human. NO! Those are mom's memories and feelings not that homunculus's he told himself sharply.

But then if that was the case why had she done that with him? Had it all be some kind of sick joke? Or had it been that his mother's thoughts and feelings had been twisted and perverted when her soul had been used to create the homunculus that was Sloth? He just wasn't sure anymore.

Ed was so caught up in his mental debate that he failed to realise where he was walking too until he was there. He found himself standing in front of the doorway to the Fuhrers office, Now why the hell did I come here what the hell could the old fool have that could help me answer all these questions? He wondered to himself as he looked over the intricately carved heavy oak double door.

He was about to turn and leave when he noticed the small amount of highly pale light trickling out from under the door. What the hell, is he still here? Ed's curiosity getting the better of him he reached out and with nervously trembling fingers he quietly opened the double doors.

If he sees me I'm dead, no questions asked just shot on sight telling himself that it was beyond stupid to be doing this Ed slipped into the room. Noticing that it was the adjoining secretaries office, and that only one light was on in here, he turned and was about to leave when he heard a voice coming from the other room.

What the hell, No i-it can't be……. HER, can it? Moving like a silent desert viper Ed slipped across the room and pressed his ear to the delicately carved door that connected to the Fuhrers office. Even from here he had difficulty hearing the voice, though even if it wasn't who he thought it was it was clear that whoever it was, was in the middle of a phone call.

Growing impatient of struggling to hear the voice and of sneaking around like a thief Ed reached up, grabbed the door handle and opened the door. Stepping into the darkened room Ed had to wait until his eyes readjusted to the total darkness before he could properly see who it was.

But when he did his jaw dropped open in shock. She was sitting calmly at the Fuhrers desk, telephone receiver pressed lightly to her ear and staring at him with a tiny bemused smirk as she listened to whoever was on the other end. “Yes, of course…… No I already took care of it…… No I know it's important…….. I understand all that, but it's not our concern you just leave all that to him and take care of things at your end, bye” she hung up on whoever she was talking too.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Ed asked, his voice a low dangerous hiss so as not to draw attention to the fact that he was in the Fuhrers office so late. “Now Edward, is that anyway to speak to your mother?” Sloth asked. “You're not my mother!” Ed hissed.

A flash of alchemic lightening accompanied his words as Ed transmuted his arm into a blade and lunged at Sloth. To his surprise she stood stock still, even when the blade pierced her chest and embedded itself up to the `hilt' in her chest. More surprisingly she didn't seem affected by it!

“Now, now Edward is that anyway to act to the women who raised you?” she asked non-concerned of the massive blade sticking into her chest. “You didn't raise me!” Ed hissed, his voice rising in octaves as he struggled to keep from yelling and thus end up before a firing squad.

Catching Ed by surprise Sloth transmuted into free flowing water and then transmuted back when she was behind him, quickly pinning him in a tight grip. Her embrace was like a roaring sea pinning Ed to the side of a cliff face, and he couldn't break free! Not that he didn't try to squirm free much to Sloth's amusement.

“Oh but I did, I bore you inside me and you entered this world through me, I raised you Edward my darling little man” she said huskily whispering into his ear. “Shut up, shut up, shut up! You did no such thing, my mother did not you!” Ed replied his voice having become deep animalistic growl of warning.

“Are you so sure? After all whose name did you cry out when you climaxed inside of me?” she asked before taking his earlobe between her lips and suckling lightly. “Don't you dare!” Ed growled “don't you dare try and use me as some kind of sick play thing, I won't do it, you can't make me!” he said voice tense and brittle with unbridled malice.

“Are you so sure?” she whispered tightening her grip and crushing the breath out of Ed's lungs. Her long slender fingers ran themselves down over his torso to his groin “besides, it seems you won't mind having some fun” she whispered lustily as she gripped Ed's hard member through his trousers.

As she begun to gently stroke his hardness Ed couldn't hold back the gasp of pleasure that escaped his lips. He was disgusted and ashamed at himself for having become aroused at her tight embrace, but then after the last time and six months of loneliness and fantasies, no matter how unwarranted those fantasies maybe, what could he do but gasp?

“N-no! S-stop” Ed stammered as he struggled with the warring emotions within himself, one part wanted desperately for her to continue and dam the consequences, but the other half was screaming that this was wrong beyond description and he had to fight out of it.

Sloth it seemed had already made up her mind and simply continued to stroke him lightly as she sucked on his earlobe. “Are you so sure? Seems you're enjoying this, are you sure you don't want to continue like last time?” she asked her voice a soft purr right next to Ed's ear.

“Y-YES!” Ed stammered desperately short of words and breathe. “Yes what? Stop or continue?” Sloth asked giving his member a harder squeeze through his pants to underline which direction she wanted things to go. “S-stop! Please stop this now” Ed gasped eyes screwed shut.

He didn't want to see her smiling coyly at him, knowing in his soul that it would undo his resolve to end this. She was right about you; you do want your family in an unnatural way the berating inner voice said. Ed hissed as she, rather then letting him go, squeezed his manhood painfully.

“Well tough, you've forgot who's in control here Edward, does mommy need to teach you about following her instructions? Or is it that your just to dam stubborn now to understand when you're no longer in control?” she whispered squeezing his whole body tightly to emphasis that she was in charge of this little encounter from start to finish.

As much as he hated himself for admitting it she was right, far too right for his liking. He tried vainly to escape her embrace once more, but her grip only tightened like a boa-constrictor that's caught a particularly stubborn prey. This can't be any worse Ed thought as he felt every bone inside himself creak under the torturous pressure of her now death grip.

“Just give in to it Edward, you know you want this” she said, her voice taking on an almost serpent like quality as she begun licking up and down his throat, his earlobe apparently now forgotten. “You do realise that after this the next time we meet I will end you” Ed growled as he struggled to summon up some defiance into his voice, to at least seem to not like this.

“Well I'll just have to remember that, like I remember you so willingly partaking of our little `game' last time” Sloth whispered as her hand slipped into the front of Ed's pants and gripped his member without the material of his pants or boxers to hinder her seduction of Ed.

Her skin feels like silk! Ed realised as he tipped his head back and groaned louder now that the sensation was so much more intense. Thinking about it was one thing, imagining it was her hand and not mine was another but this…… This is beyond description!

“Alright fine, but you had better let me leave afterwards, I have serious business to attend too” Ed growled hating himself for caving in so easily. “Of course my darling `little' man” she whispered releasing her grip and slipping around in front of him, she smiled sweetly at him as she begun removing her clothes.

Like a snake shedding skin Ed thought as he watched her clothing pool around her ankles. She was beautiful that much was clear, but this whole situation was just totally disturbing to Ed who would rather kill her now and be done with the whole thing rather then submit to her twisted little game and prove her right once more. Your not proving her right on anything, this is all some sick mind fuck of hers just do the job and get out of here before you're sick Ed he told himself.

As Sloth leaned back against the edge of the massive dark oak desk he saw her seductively open her thighs and bare her intimate of intimate of places to him. Her womanhood was drawn to his attention by the small `come hither' line of pubic hair atop of it.

“Taste me Edward” she whispered eyes half closed as Sloth squeezed her large breasts together. “No” Ed stated his voice full of an obviously hallow determination as he saw the sight of her heavenly, or more likely hellish, nude body before him. Sloth pouted “perhaps I should remind you who's in control here?” she `asked' clearly well prepared to follow through with the threat her voice carried.

“Fine” Ed grumbled like a stubborn child following its parent's instructions to eat the greens on its plate. Dropping to his knees Ed shuffled forward until he was `face-to-face' with her womanhood. Her lower lips, along with her inner upper thighs, were shiny in the moonlight spilling from the window as her `love' juices slowly trickled out of her like water from a leaky tap.

Any further observation of her `mound' was cut off when she gripped the back of his head hard and pressed his mouth to her womanhood. “Stop teasing me and eat me already!” she growled down at him, her voice sounding to Ed like the harsh warning tone of a temperamental lioness with food close by.

Realising that he was in beyond serious danger of having the top of his skull caved in by the inhuman strength behind her fingers Ed's tongue flickered out lapping up a small amount of her juices and absently caressing her lower lips with a feather like touch.

She tasted warm and salty, not like he had heard man's seed tasted like but like the open ocean. And yet she also tasted like cool water after a long journey through a overly harsh desert, like the fresh rain of spring during the cool dawn and despite himself Ed enjoyed it immensely.

Again and again Ed lapped at her womanhood, really just wanting nothing more then to end this whole experience and get back to Al before his younger brother could ask any awkward questions. As Sloth's juices begun to flow faster, like water trickling from melting ice, Ed lapped harder.

His tongue flickered up over her tight slit before brushing hard against her erect clit. Then it would come back down and worm itself slowly into her, each time a little bit more of his tongue managing to worm its way into her tightness. Sloth tipped her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying this whole experience as much, if not more so, then last time.

The room seemed to hang suspended in time as Ed knelt there his head buried between her silky smooth thighs as he ate her out, with an unwarranted amount of relish. Sloth's whimpers of pleasure were getting dangerously loud as she tried to keep from moaning loudly in pleasure.

Eventually though it all had to end with one logical conclusion, biting her lip hard so as to keep herself from crying out Sloth came hard. Ed's mouth was flooded and a small amount splashed out over his face as Sloth reached her orgasm. Swallowing, though he really didn't want to, Ed finished eating her out before rising to his feet and wiping the juices that now covered his face away.

Looking down at the now panting Sloth Ed freed his aching erection and glared at Sloth. “My turn now” he whispered tensely. “Just a minute” Sloth said through her heaving breath. “That wasn't a request” Ed growled grabbing her inner thighs and pushing his manhood in to the `hilt' in one swift thrust.

She's far, far warmer then I remember, and wet! Oh so bloody wet! Ed thought as he pulled back so only his tip remained inside her velvety soft, warm wet pussy before thrusting back in swiftly and sharply. Just finish this quickly and get the fuck out of here he told himself.

Despite wanting to end this swiftly Ed couldn't help but begin fondling her lushes breast and kissing her hard. His hips pistoned in and out with a sharp thump of wet flesh striking wet flesh as Ed tried desperately to not succumb to the same disturbing fantasy as last time.

This isn't mom it's Sloth, and if it was you wouldn't be tempted to even imagine this! He wanted so badly to believe those words, but having tried this with a couple of other girls since his last encounter with Sloth Ed knew that the normal pleasures of sex couldn't compare with this!

Perhaps it was the trickery of the soft moonlight spilling across her withering in pleasure form, but for a second Ed truly believed that she was no longer Sloth but indeed his mother resurrected and withering underneath him in unbridled pleasure as he thrusts hungrily in and out of her unbelievably tight womanhood.

It was only a moment, but that moment had him come completely undone. “Mother!” he grunted hoarsely into the cold office air as his seed shot out of him and into Sloth over and over again. Ed collapsed on top of Sloth, his body covered in a cool sweat and his breath laboured in his post orgasmic exhaustion.

They laid together their breathes misting into the air, for several long content seconds. Ed broke the lazy embrace she tried to place on him when he realised exactly what had occurred here. Rising to his unsteady feet swiftly Ed zipped his pants up and straightened out his shirt and jacket.

“Satisfied now?” it wasn't really a question more a statement that this event was over. “Oh yes, I'm very satisfied……. My son” Ed's lips twisted into a grimace at her words as he straightened out his hair and moved towards the door. “Just remember what I said, next time I lay eyes on you Sloth” Ed paused to allow the implication of his choice of wording set in for Sloth “it will be the end of you” he growled bitterly and marching from the room as if he had just been disciplined by Mustang for some minor incident.

Sloth simply laid there for several minutes enjoying the feeling of Ed's warm seed lodged deep inside her before gracefully rising and putting on her clothes. “Oh I have serious doubts about that…… Edward” she said to herself throwing a fleeting glance over at the Fuhrers desk before leaving.

 

A/U: Okay……. First off a BIG thank you to `crimson_blade17', `Tacktician' and `Colonel.Mustang' for their reviews (The Colonel had me chuckling, and Tacktician was very flattering in his comments and grading) this one's for you guys. Also it's a self reward for finishing GUILT RIDDEN (Cheap pop I know) so if you think there will be a third (more then likely there will be, but set AFTER the movie) you might have to wait a while to see it. Well that's about it, LATER…….