Do not hate me for this story! My friend and I collaborated on it when I was depressed. It's very sad and crazy but it's not too graphic. I love Marcoh don't forget it! This story is definitely not true. WARNINGS: Rape, graphic, language, sexual themes. Please don't hate me(: I love my Edo-kun!
Cruel intentions
"You know Edward, I can't tell you anything about the philosophers stone unless you give me something in return," Marcoh said.
"Wh-what?"
"Equivalent exchange right?" He asked with a smirk.
He pinned Ed against the wall and licked up his neck. "Don't deny how much you want the truth."
"S-stop!" Ed yelped. He knew nobody could hear him.
Marcoh slipped his hands down Ed's pants and began stroking his member, it instantly getting hard. Ed cursed, and bit his lip to keep from moaning, not wanting to give the man any satisfaction.
Suddenly Ed was on the ground, his arms and legs tied down with alchemy. It was useless. He just wanted to give up.
Marcoh slid the young mans tight leather pants off and took his erection into his mouth.
Ed gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. He hated that it felt so good! All he wanted was to get his brothers body back! He tried to cry out for help but it was pointless, there was no one. Marcoh slipped his finger into Ed's mouth anyway making Ed gag.
Marcoh groaned sending vibrations up and down Ed's cock. Ed couldn't believe what was happening. He tried to hold it in but failed when his entire member was being swallowed. He came into the mans mouth.
Marcoh sat up with a sickening smile, "you enjoy that feeling you little brat."
He stood up and scribbled something on a piece of paper. He undid the alchemy and threw Ed's pants to him.
Ed stood up got dressed and headed for the door. Marcoh stopped him. He handed him the paper.
"You may leave now Fullmetal alchemist, but don't think I'll forget you."
Ed ran outside and down the street, stopping only when he felt terrible pain in his chest. He was exhausted. He took the piece of paper out and glanced at it.
'Human lives make a stone, good luck my little alchemist.'
Ed crinkled up the paper and ripped it to shreds. Anger filling his chest, desperation in his mind. He slumped against the building and began to cry. He felt used, dirty, violated. He wanted to die. What was the point?
"I'm sorry Al.." He murmured falling asleep, just as it began to rain.
