*He pursed his lips together as Alphonse drank from the wound on his wrist. A few minutes later, he knew that he had more than enough of it by the way he was acting. He probably figured by now that his blood was a fountain of power. That's how Masters were though. The blood they gave to their fledgelings would give them more and more power with every drop.*

Alphonse..Al..Stop..

*He said and tried to pull away after he quieted a moan.*