Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. Hiromu Arakawa does. I only own the OC characters.

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He didn't know how long they'd been driving, but before he knew it, they were pulling him out of the car again, and into another dark building. Why did they always have to be dark anyway? Why couldn't they at least let in a little light from outside? Did they have to hide their identities that badly? They were pointless questions, ones that didn't really effect him one way or the other. He felt that all he really needed to know was that he was going to be sold, and he would have to serve a different master.

A strong grip wrapped around his left arm, dragging him down winding corridors. "Hurry, he's almost on!" he heard someone yell. The hand pulled, urging him to go faster. The quickened pace was too much for his drugged haze, and he stumbled on the bare floor, trying his best to keep up. Eventually, he heard a door open into a large room. He was roughly shoved forward into the center of the room on a small, raised platform. As soon as he stepped onto the circular stage, a bright spotlight flicked on above him, dousing him in bright artificial light. His cloak was roughly pulled away from him, and he almost whimpered at its comforting touch being violently ripped away. His hair cascaded around his shoulders, loose from its braid. He held up his remaining hand to block the harsh light, blinking several times. All around him was pure darkness. He had no idea who had eyes trained on him at this moment.

"Thank you all for coming today," a voice broke the silence from an intercom somewhere in the room. "We have a special treat for you. This one is quite rare as you can see. For those of you who don't know of his reputation, the Fullmetal Alchemist is widely known in Amestris as the youngest State Alchemist to be recruited in the military. Acquiring him didn't prove too much of a challenge. Despite his metal limbs, he has proved promising for the purpose of this auction." After a deliberate pause to let the information sink in, the voice over the intercom continued. "If everyone is ready, we would like to start the bidding at $100,000."

So this was what it was going to be. Auctioned off like a piece of expensive furniture. Used like an object instead of a human being. It seemed his fate fitted him quite nicely. Since when was the last time he thought of himself as human?

"I'm hearing $150,000," the voice said. "Now $200,000. Come now, everyone, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity." A few seconds passed with nothing happening. Then, "I'm hearing $250,000. Now $300,000. $350,000. We're nearing a high bidding rate, everyone. Now $400,000. Now $450,000. The bid is now $450,000. Any more bids on the table? Going once, going twice... Oh, now it's $500,000. Anyone want to bid higher than $500,000? Going once, going twice... Sold for $500,000. Thank you for your purchase. You may collect it out near your convoy. Have a nice day. For those still willing to purchase, please help yourself to our complementary beverages while you wait for our next available item for auction."

It had happened quicker than expected. He was pulled from the podium, out of the glare of the spotlight. His cloak was thrown back over him. He quickly drew it around himself, trying not to expose his naked body for any longer than necessary. He was dragged down more hallways and back outside. This time, he was shoved into a rather luxurious vehicle. The seats were cream-colored leather. The mahogany finishes of the interior glistened magnificently in the sunlight streaming in through the car windows. Ed looked up slightly from under his hood, and noticed a man wearing dark sunglasses in the front driver's seat. Without so much as a word, he pulled out onto the road, the destination in his mind already fixed.

Ed drew his knees up to his chest, and curled into himself, staring off into space. His once bright golden eyes were dull and lifeless; the fire in them had long since died out. Drawing the cloak tighter around him like a lifeline, he waited for the journey to his new master's abode to end. And then he would be thrust into the punishment he so rightfully deserved.

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He paid no attention to what was going on around him as he was pulled from the vehicle once more into what he assumed was a luxurious home. He vaguely recalled being passed from one hand to another. This new person guided him, almost gently, through grand corridors and other structures of high class. Eventually, him and his escort entered a rather large room, bathed in gold and raspberry red. The furnishings matched the color of the room itself. The red rug stretched out in all its splendor, soft on his bare feet. All he could really make out in his current state was the large bed and nightstand next to each other. Something was said to him that he couldn't make out, but the motions of the escort were clear. He allowed himself to fall onto the bed, never feeling anything like it before as he sank into the sheets. At the edge of his vision, he saw his escort leave.

He didn't know how long he lay there, nor did he remember when he fell asleep. The next thing he knew, the door to the bedroom opened again, and a figure walked across the threshold. He could tell that whoever it was striding towards him was feminine. It made sense; the purpose he was sold for was to please others with his body, and nothing more. Of course a woman would buy him. He didn't move his position, continuing to stare at her as she reached the side of the bed and sat down.

"Hello," the woman said in a normal tone. Ed took this time to fully assess her. She was of medium build, dark hair and striking blue eyes. Unlike the ones who had captured him, she had only a light tone to her skin. Nothing seemed off-putting about her now, but he had yet to realize what she was capable of. Surely, this was his punishment for all the sins he had committed? Spending the rest of his life having his body used sounded right to him. It was the Truth's final laugh in his face until it left him to his fate.

Edward was so lost in his thoughts that he hardly noticed that the woman was still speaking. "My name is Harley, and I am now you're master. As long as you behave, life here will be easier for you. Are we clear? Nod if you agree."

With absolutely no strength to fight back, Ed bobbed his head up and down against the cottony surface of the sheets. As soon as he did, the woman, Harley, smiled brightly. "Excellent," she said in a more chipper voice. "I know that this is all new for you, but you're settling into your new lifestyle quite nicely. I like that." Ed wasn't sure what to make of Harley's sudden bubbly mood. With her smile still plastered on her face, she asked, "Can you sit up for me, Eddie boy?"

Paying no heed to the pet nickname, Ed pushed himself up on his only arm into a sitting position. When he did, he felt the familiar shivers that signaled that the drugs were wearing off. He trembled so much that he thought his bones were going to rattle apart. Harley noticed this, and gave a concerned frown. "You're shaking like a leaf. They must've hopped you up on drugs before they put you up for auction. I'm surprised, I wouldn't think that they would give those to someone so young. But," she shrugged, "can't help it, I suppose. There's only one thing we can do." From somewhere off to the side, Harley took a tube from some jug-type thing that also seemed to be lavished with real gold. She lit the contents inside the jug with a lighter that was resting next to it. Once they were smoking, she held up the tube to Edward. "Here, breathe this in, and then breathe out through your nose," she instructed the boy.

Ed knew that this was another drug, and he instinctually turned his head away and shook it. He didn't want to feel sick anymore, despite refusing his master's orders. Harley seemed irked, but she remained patient. "Come on, Eddie boy, this is the only thing that will calm your shakes. Trust me, you'll feel much better afterwards. And don't worry, this isn't as bad as what they've been giving you."

Ed turned his head back at the sound of that. He knew he shouldn't trust what she said, but the idea of making him stop shivering was too tempting to give up. Besides, he didn't know what would happen if he disobeyed his master. Bad things, he imagined. Gingerly, he took the tube from Harley, put his mouth over the opening, and breathed in deep. He probably shouldn't have taken that deep of a breath since the smoke he breathed in tasted like ash. But he pushed through, and was able to take a deep breath. Doing what Harley told him to do, he breathed through his nostrils, intrigued and awed by the smoke that escaped through his airways. He took a few more puffs before he felt like he wasn't going to throw up anymore.

Harley took the tube and replaced it back on the gold-and-clear jug. "Feeling better?" she asked. Ed nodded, feeling oddly peaceful. He didn't feel dizzy, and the room didn't blur around him like how the other drugs made him feel. He just felt light as a feather. Harley smiled at him again. "That's great. You can use that whenever you start shivering again. It'll help settle your stomach, and your nerves." She glanced up at the wall, probably where a clock was. "Speaking of your stomach, it's about time to eat. I'll have someone come by to bring you your meal. And then afterwards," she said, her tone dropping into one filled with lust, "I can take you to bed with me." She almost purred at the end of her sentence.

It's not like Ed hadn't expected this. After all, this was what he had been sold for. But he couldn't help but feel his pulse start to speed up in panic, like a frightened jackrabbit. He remembered how Sandra had touched him, made him feel dirty inside his own skin. He could still feel her phantom touch as she forced his body to act of its own free will, things that he was forever humiliated by. He didn't want to feel that ever again, but, like most things in the universe, no one gave a damn about what he wanted. He just had to accept what was in store for him.

Someone did bring him dinner, like Harley said. It was better than the meals he had received inside that dark warehouse. However, the moment of ecstasy was short-lived. What he had been expecting, and dreading, finally came for him. For the most part, Harley handled him like she would a lover, but there was no love in her touch. She exposed his body, ripping open the cloak he wore. Her wet tongue traced its way up his chest, and he shuddered at the slimy feeling of it. It reached his neck, and then his chin. Finally, her tongue worked its way into his mouth, breaking through the barrier of his teeth. She kissed him deeply and longingly, her slick appendage roaming around inside his mouth. As she doused both of their mouths with saliva, she undid her clothes, fully joining their sweating bodies. Harley crashed into him like a freight train, filling the need for her lust. She rocked back and forth on his hips, eliciting moans from the enraptured boy underneath her. Pleased at his reaction, she pecked his face with kisses all over his neck and jaw line. Throughout this entire experience, Edward only sat back and took it, knowing that there was no way to prevent this.

After she was done, she withdrew from him, panting heavily. She settled herself in the sheets next to him, hooking an arm around his waist. She soon fell asleep like that, the effects of her libido wearing off in her dreams. It took much longer for the golden-haired teen to do the same. With his dark thoughts lingering in his mind, Ed drifted off into a restless doze, feeling as filthy as the garbage that sometimes littered Amestris's city streets.

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Author's Note: It's late, and I should be in bed instead of posting, but a lot of you are enjoying this. Nothing more to say other than that.

Also, the thing that Ed breathed from is called a hookah.

Praise is appreciated and constructive criticism is encouraged.

-The_Mayflower