Disclaimer: Santa forgot again this year :(

Notes: The least Christmas-y gift!fic ever.

Warnings: Genderswitch and allusions to abuse. Yay.

Trapped

She told herself she deserved this.

All of it.

After everything she had put her little brother through, he deserved to do whatever he pleased to her – no matter how much it hurt.

No matter how much she wanted to cry.

She knew Alphonse wasn't well, but…she couldn't help but feed into his desires – his decaying mental health. She would give him every little kiss or touch he requested of her – whether painful or pleasurable. And…he struck her when she suggested he see someone…someone to sort all of this out. To help him. But as she stared at him, wide eyed – almost frightened – he quickly seized the moment and kissed at her, stroking all of her, and whispering soothing, loving words of comfort and care. He was trapped, she knew – trapped within himself…and there was nothing she could do to help him, but give him whatever he wished.

Because she deserved it.

All of it.

After everything she had put her little brother through, he deserved to do whatever he pleased to her – no matter how much it hurt.

No matter how much she wanted to cry.

And she was the one trapped.