Doppleganger

The first thing he was aware of when he came to was that the blankets and sheets of his own bed seemed to have turned themselves into ropes of their own accord. The second was that he was stark naked. The third was that the figure seated in a corner of the room looked disturbingly familiar, until he realized that the eyes were the wrong color and the hands were both human.

Absurdly, the the first question out of his mouth was "What the hell did you do to your hair?"

He was graced with that vague sort of not-all-there smile that had never failed to creep him out since he'd (rather stupidly apparently, considering his current situation) allowed Alphonse Elric to temporarily crash in his apartment. "I thought it needed a change. Don't you like it?"

There were quite a few things he could have said to that, but he made himself keep his mouth shut. Apparently, that was the wrong answer too, because Alphonse sighed and shook his head as he stood up, his voice the same sort of patient tone one would use explaining things to a child. "This is learning, Jean. If I'm going to understand where Brother might have gone, I have to learn to think like him. And while you may not be my type, you were his. His notes on you can only give me so much, so now it's time for a more hands-on approach."

Instinctively, he went rigid, then pulled on his bindings in an attempt to escape as the boy came close to the bed. This was too fucking weird for his tastes, and he squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to convince himself that this was just the effect of one too many drinks the night before. A hand that shouldn't have been flesh moving along his stomach made him jerk back to reality, though, and the bleached attempt at his former lover was still standing beside the bed when he looked again.

"Don't worry, Jean, it'll be good. Brother kept extensive notes to make sure he never forgot what you liked."

He wasn't sure which thought disturbed him more, the fact that his sex life had been documented, or the fact that Al had apparently memorized it. Either way, he couldn't help the way he automatically jerked with a sharp hiss as fingers pressed into a particular spot against his stomach, even though it caused the return of that creepy smile.

"See, Jean? You'll like it. But, just in case..."

He struggled and protested, but wasn't able to keep the part of the sheet Al had sketched an array on from slithering up over his mouth as a gag, or get away when the boy undressed and knelt between his legs, a small jar in his hands.

"Don't you dare look away," Al ordered softly. "I want you to see Brother when you look at me. I want you to respond exactly the way you would to Brother."

The startled noise he made as slicked fingers were suddenly shoved into him was muffled by the gag. Fuck, this was insane. The kid was insane. He pulled at his bindings, more violently than before, but still failed to break them or even get a decent rip. Then the fingers of the boy's other hand dug into the base of his spine, and he melted with a low, broken moan.

"There's no need to fight, Jean. I promise it'll be good. It'll be just like every time Brother did it to you."

The hand not stretching him (Fuck it was rough. Even Ed had never been this rough.) roamed over his skin, along with a warm mouth. It was insane, but he was actually getting hard from the treatment. Whenever Al looked away, he didn't have grey-bronze eyes to distract him from the hair color. The kid was almost the right size. He knew all the right spots...

He'd managed to shake himself out of the daze, with a mental slap for being drawn in in the first place, just seconds before Al pushed into him with a single sharp thrust. He goaned in vague pain behind the gag, before a hand circled his cock and cut off any remaining coherent thought.

Every time he tried to close his eyes, nails dug into the flesh and made him nearly scream from the pain. As long as he kept his eyes open, the sex itself was good. The should-have-been-metal hand clutched at his hip as Al thrust into him with a speed and force that shouldn't have been possible with his size, that shouldn't have been possible for Ed either. A hot, wet tongue roamed the most sensitive areas of his stomach and chest, places that only one other lover of his had known about. Gold hair that he'd always remembered in a braid tickled his skin.

Whatever else Al could mimic, he didn't have his brother's stamina. It was only a few short minutes before the boy came inside him with a sharp cry and collapsed, head resting against his stomach. He was still desperately hard, his body quivering now, but the kid didn't seem to notice or care. For what seemed like hours, there was only the panting for breath and his own muffled pleading for release, until he heard the terrifying whisper. "It's still not right. I still don't understand how he could possibly love you. I have to understand."

He didn't realize until he tried to swallow around the knot of mixed terror and misery in his throat that he'd begun to cry.