A/N: Hey everyone so this is my first story. Please be kind. I don't have a beta so please excuse any mistakes. I try my best to correct them all but some might slip through on accident. Although as of now I am not finished with the story, I do have a few chapters written but I just wanted to put up chapter 1 to see what everyone thought. Reviews are greatly appreciated though I ask that you be kind, I'm a little nervous putting this story up.
Trigger warning: this story does contain descriptions of rape and mentions of thoughts of suicide so please proceed with caution
Chapter 1
It was supposed to be a normal mission. Earlier that week Edward Elric had even griped how dull the tax evasion crime was. What business did he have with this case? After all it had nothing to do with the Philosopher's Stone, the entire reason Edward had joined the military in the first place.
Now Edward wished he had fought Mustang on the mission more. He wished he had flat out refused to take it. He wished he acted like the petulant, inexperienced child some thought he was. He wished he had thrown a tantrum, kicking and screaming, doing anything to avoid going to this god-forsaken city. Then maybe none of this would ever had happened.
"No, Alphonse!" Edward screeched, his voice breaking with a form of desperate fear. He gazed on in horror, watching as an alchemist dressed entirely in black knelt over his brother's disassembled body. The suit of armor's legs and arms had been destroyed by alchemy, making struggle impossible. Ed's automail arm had been destroyed, it was still attached to the port but the wires had been fried, rendering the limb useless. His three remaining appendages were being held down by the weight of two of the other attackers.
"Brother." Alphonse's broken, terrified whisper reached the elder brother's ear, sending Ed's heart into an uneven frenzy. Ed watched as his brother's breastplate was removed, revealing the delicate blood seal inside.
"Oh my, what do we have here?" The black clad alchemist sneered. "What a strange symbol. It wouldn't have anything to do with human transmutation, now would it?" He asked condescendingly. "Oh dear," he clicked his tongue with mock disapproval, "naughty boy."
Edward and Alphonse had just arrived in the city of Aprusborough. It was supposed to be a simple mission. It was just tax evasion. How could this have happened?
Edward watched as the man reached down into Al's chest cavity.
"Don't you touch him!" He growled, trying to sound more intimidating and menacing than he currently was. But the man simply laughed, the sound assaulting Ed's ears.
"Why not?" He asked. "We have no use for him anyway."
The train had pulled into the station late, a comfortable darkness blanketed the sky. Alphonse and Edward had checked into the hotel and then, upon Edward's complaint of hunger, decided to stop by food stand to curb his appetite until morning. Edward purchased grilled chicken from the man behind the stand and a glazed pastry for desert. They paid the man his cenz and continued back toward the hotel to get some rest before their investigation in the morning. The food had been mediocre but it was to be excepted of a stand on the side of the street and it served its purpose. With Edward's voracious appetite, he didn't complain.
The streets grew deserted as people returned to their homes in the late hours to sleep. With the moon absent in the sky, the night was dark and the roads hard to see. Soon the two brothers realized they were lost. They wandered hoping to accidentally stumble across their hotel.
They turned a corner and walked by a pitch-black alley. Suddenly Edward felt his feet swept out from under him. One bright alchemical flash later the young alchemist found his right arm useless and pinned under two heavy men. He watched as Alphonse's limbs were torn apart by the black clad alchemist. And that brought them to their current situation. Completely helpless.
Edward watched as the man's hand wandered dangerously closer to his brother's blood seal, his source of life. "I said leave him the fuck alone!" Edward screamed, but the man didn't pause. "No please! Please stop!" He begged.
"I am sorry," the man cackled, not sounding sorry in the least, "but you see it's you we want, he will only get in the way." And just like that, the man wiped Alphonse's blood seal away, erasing the boy from existence.
Edward watched as Alphonse's metal vessel jerked and contorted in death. He heard his younger brother's strangled shout. And then nothing. Nothing. His brother was gone. Just like that. One minute they had been walking down the street, trying to get back to their room. The next, Alphonse had been cruelly wiped from existence. His brother was gone. They had gone out to get food. For Edward. And now his brother was gone. And it was all his fault.
If he hadn't taken the mission. If he hadn't demanded they get food. Alphonse would be alive. But he wasn't alive. His brother was gone. And it was all his fault.
Edward didn't even scream. His throat had closed his eyes wide with shock. The pain of his brother's death was physical. Like a poison racing through is veins, spreading an unspeakable agony as it went. His ears rang. He saw nothing other than the empty shell that was once his brother. The empty shell that he had forced his brother into when he made that horrible, life altering mistake five years ago.
He had condemned his brother to a life of sensory deprivation, trapped in a metal container because of his stupidity. And now he had condemned his brother to death because of his own ineptitude. He was a failure as a brother. He was supposed to keep Alphonse safe. But Alphonse was dead. And it was all his fault.
Edward stared unseeingly at his brother's body. Completely forgetting his surroundings. He didn't even feel as the hands pinning him down shifted, applying less pressure for a split second. If he had been in his right mind he could have escaped. But he couldn't think. He couldn't breathe.
"Knock him out." Edward didn't hear the command over the ringing in his ears. He didn't even notice the sickly-sweet cloth placed over his nose and mouth. He barely noticed himself sink into oblivion.
"Pick him up and get him in the car. We're him back to the base. I have a feeling he will be quite popular. And judging by that reaction to the tin can over there, I know exactly how to deal with him." The man gave a disgusting smile. One of his two lackeys grabbed Edward with rough hands and threw him over his shoulder. They walked out of the darkened alley and over to an equally dark vehicle. They opened the trunk and threw Edward's limp body in, not caring if they injured the boy in the process.
"Be careful! We wouldn't want to ruin that pretty face," snapped their leader. The henchman muttered an insincere apology.
"What do we do with the metal scrap?"
"Leave it, we have no use for the armor."
-o0o-
"Sir."
"Morning, Hawkeye. And before you point your gun at me I'm already starting my paperwork. Though I don't understand why you won't allow me a moment to wake up in the morning." The Colonel grumbled.
"Sir." The Colonel looked up, finally registering the serious tone in his subordinate's voice. He saw a hint of concern etched into her usually impassive face.
"What is it, Hawkeye?" The First Lieutenant had her commanding officer's undivided attention.
"Colonel Mustang, what was the city you assigned Major Elric to? For the tax evasion case against a one James Tamayo."
"That was Aprusborough if my memory serves me." A tense silence stretched in front of the two military officers. Hawkeye shuffled the files in her arms nervously. "What is it, Hawkeye?" The snapped retort would have sounded impatient and annoyed to those who didn't know the Colonel, but Riza heard the worried undertones in the man's voice.
"Did the Elric brothers report in this morning?"
Mustang hesitated. "No, they did not."
"Sir, there have been reports of a drug and human trafficking ring within the city of Aprusborough."
Mustang felt his stomach drop.
-o0o-
Edward's limp body was dragged through the narrow, dimly lit halls of the trafficking rings hideout. The place was disguised as a bar, but it's true purpose was one much sinister. Ed was moved into a room with a queen-sized bed right in the middle and a bathroom off to the side and was thrown facedown onto the mattress.
"Good, now get out." The boss commanded. The one who had drugged Edward earlier in the alleyway obediently ducked out of the room.
Now alone with the unconscious boy, a terrifying, possessive grin spread across the man's face. His name was Henrik Lohrenz. He had shaggy, dark hair and dark blue eyes. He was tall and of medium build. The muscles that encircled his skeleton were not overly large or bulging, but were certainly not weak.
Henrik walked over to the young man, rolled him over onto his back and gently arranged him in the middle of the bed. He let his hands run leisurely up and down the blond's body. He felt the strong muscles under his clothes and smiled. It wasn't often he found one so well built and so good looking. He let his fingers wander down to Edward's pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them, before gently pulling them off, leaving the boxers underneath unaltered. Edward's body limply jerked with each tug. Next, he lifted the boy into a sitting position and worked off his shirt. He released the blond and watched him fall lifelessly back to the mattress. Ed hadn't twitched throughout the process.
Henrik removed the boy's automail arm, the wires had been fried beyond repair and he would be easier to manage without them. However, he left the leg in place, simply for ease of transportation. If he ever needed to move his captive, it would be easier to let him walk instead of dragging a deadweight.
Next, he worked on the young man's binds. He knotted long, strong cloths around his ankles and wrist and then secured them to the bed posts.
He leaned back to admire his work. He simply couldn't wait to have his way with his new toy.
-o0o-
"We're taking this case." Mustang said with conviction.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, sir."
"I'm going with you, Roy." Mustang and Hawkeye both turned to see Maes Hughes standing in the office door way, determination and frustration marring his usually jovial face. "I heard the news, I was assigned to the case as well. Ed is a good kid, I'd hate to see anything happen to him or his brother. I promised them both a roof over their heads when they came back to Central after all." Maes concluded with a sad smile.
"Alright, glad to have you aboard, Maes. Let's go figure out what sort of trouble that stupid boy has landed himself into this time. Hawkeye, gather the team, the brass wants all hands on deck."
"It's a good thing the train ride is so long, then I'll have a chance to show you all the new pictures I took of Elicia!" Mustang suppressed a groan.
-o0o-
Everything felt so heavy. He tried unsuccessfully to open his eyes, it felt like the lids were weighed down with lead. He tried weakly to move his limbs but found himself unable. Upon further inspection, he realized they were restrained.
Henrik watched as the boy slowly came around. He groaned and tugged loosely at his restraints. Henrik thumbed open one of his eyes, watching it roll drunkenly in its socket, trying to escape the light that assaulted his pupil. He waited for the boy to escape the clutches of the drug and return to lucidity.
As his senses began to sharpen, Edward took note of his surroundings. He knew his legs were securely tied down and his arms held above his head. Or arm, rather, he thought as he noticed his automail was missing. He felt something soft below him. A mattress he deduced. He was tied to a bed. As he moved his limbs he felt silky sheets rub beautifully against his skin. Wait, skin? Edward forced his eyes open and waited for the burn of the bright lights to disappear. He lifted his head weakly to look at his body and saw he had been stripped down to his underwear.
"Good morning," a voice off to his right said. Edward jerked and swiveled his head toward the sound. A man with dark hair and dark blue eyes was sitting in a chair at his bedside. "You've been out for quite a while, I had begun to worry you wouldn't wake. That would have been quite the little catastrophe."
"Who the fuck are you calling little?" Edward growled, feeling a familiar rage burn at the insult. The man laughed.
"Looks like you've got fire in you! Don't worry, we'll soon see to that."
"Who the fuck are you? What do you want?"
"My, my, so many questions," crooned the dark-haired man. "You may refer to me as Henrik. And as for what I want. Well," he let a hand slid languidly across the blond's abdomen, "shouldn't that be obvious?"
"Get your fucking hands off me, you perverted creep!" Edward jerked away from Henrik's hand.
"Oh, come on, you know you deserve it after what you did." What I did? Edward thought to himself. What did I do? Henrik simply laughed at Edward's mildly confused expression. "Don't you remember?" He leaned down and whispered into Edward's ear words that chilled the blond Alchemist to the bone. "You let your brother die."
Memory hit Ed like a ton of bricks. The pain of his brother's untimely demise returned tenfold. "No," he whispered.
"Oh yes," a smile entered the man's voice. "He is dead and it's all your fault. You should have saved him. Instead you laid back and watched as your brother was slaughtered. What kind of family are you?"
"N-no, I couldn't help him. I tried but I..." Edward argued weakly. But grief clouded his vision. He couldn't think. It hurt so much. Alphonse was his only reason to keep moving. But now that he was gone, Edward felt his life's purpose slip right through his fingers. He had never really cared about returning his limbs. He only wanted his brother's body back. Now he would give anything to have his brother back in that suit of armor.
"You know you could have. You could have easily fought off those two men. But you didn't. Isn't it your job to protect your family? And you couldn't even do that. Now your poor, dear brother is dead because of your failure." Edward let out a strangled sob. Ed had always tried to act so strong. For his brother's sake. But with Al gone, what was the point?
"No," he whimpered. "Please, God."
"You deserve everything that's going to happen to you." This time Edward didn't even flinch at the hand that traveled his body. He accepted the punishment grimly. He deserved a hell of a lot more. He deserved death.
Henrik smiled at Ed's reaction. "It must hurt, knowing you caused your brother's death." Ed couldn't stop the pained expression that danced across his face. "Don't worry, I may have something to help you with that. You don't deserve the luxury of comfort, but I think I'll make this one exception." Henrik reached into nightstand drawer beside him and pulled out a small black case. He opened it to reveal a small vial and a syringe. He filled the syringe with the vial's liquid contents and inched the needle closer to the tender crook of Edward's elbow. Ed didn't pull away. "Do you want it?" Edward didn't answer. "I asked, do you want it?" He repeated slowly, menacingly.
Edward paused. He didn't deserve comfort. He deserved to suffer. He deserved every bit of torture he knew he would be subjected to. But he couldn't take it, the pain. The knowledge that his brother was dead. That he was finally alone in the world. It hurt. It was an ache that started in his chest and spread through his bones. "...Yes," he whispered, his lips betraying him. Henrik sneered.
"Well then, who am I to deny?" The needle pierced Edward's skin and sunk deep into his vein. He depressed the plunger, sending the syringe's contents spiraling through Edward's circulatory system. The feeling was indescribable. A warm, comfortable fire spread through his veins, filling his entire body. His awareness of world around him disappeared, too preoccupied with the glorious, mind numbing euphoria. He felt every muscle in his body relax as he sunk deeper into the mattress.
The moan that escaped the blond's lips sent Henrik's blood rushing south. Ed's eyes rolled to the back of his head in complete ecstasy. His previously tense muscles went completely limp as the drug took effect. Henrik grabbed Ed's face roughly and jerked his head from side to side, searching for lucidity and smiling when he received no response. "Good boy," he slapped Ed's face lightly.
He let his hands trace Edward's torso muscles, feeling him shiver beneath his touch. He traveled south and let his hand linger between Ed's legs, feeling him through his boxers. His eyes widened slightly in a happy shock, pleasantly surprised to find that, despite the boy's short stature, he was still hung proudly even while soft.
Henrik untied Edward, knowing he was too doped up to attempt escape. He thumbed the waistband on the boxers, savoring the sight before him, before slipping the boxers off and tossing them aside.
Henrik lifted the soft, limp cock into his hand, stroking the organ, trying to coax blood to the area. He took Edward in his mouth, his tongue swirling and tracing the tip expertly, letting his hand cover what part of the length his mouth could not reach. Ed began to harden his dick growing. He moaned, too drugged to even bother policing his reactions to the external stimulus. Henrik sucked, letting Edward harden even further, reveling in the beautiful noises coming from the blond's mouth, feeling himself harden. Henrik sat back at looked at Ed's rock hard dick, tracing the veins that travelled up and down the length. Edward rolled his hips, almost trying in his drunken state to jack himself off in Henrik's hand. He let go, watching the length twitch from lack of stimulus. Edward whined softly.
"Oh, don't worry, love," Henrik purred, "I'll give you something better." Henrik reached into the nightstand drawer once again and grabbed the container of oil. He repositioned himself between Ed's legs, spreading them and bending them at the knees.
Henrik drizzled some of the oil into his hand and slid a finger into Ed's sensitive hole feeling it clench around him. Edward let out a surprised gasp, Henrik looked up to see Ed's drug filled gaze widen with ecstasy. He slowly slid the finger in and out feeling the muscle loosen. He added another finger, then a third, watching Edward lose himself, his hips weakly rolling into Henrik's hand.
Once Henrik declared Edward loose enough, he drizzled some oil on his own cock and pressed the throbbing length against Ed's hole feeling the resistance give way under the pressure. Henrik let out a husky sigh as he entered Edward, feeling his warm insides envelop him and swallow him. Edward let out a loud moan at the intrusion. He thrust into Ed slowly, unable to stop the small moan of pleasure that escaped his lips. Even drugged out of his mind, the young man was fucking amazing. "God you're so fucking tight." Henrik began to thrust faster, harder, losing himself.
"You like that?" Henrik grunted. He lowered himself down onto Edward, laying on top of the man, their chests pressing into one another. He pressed his lips roughly into Edward's, forcing his tongue into the man's mouth, still thrusting into his cock into Edward's ass. Ed began moaning louder into Henrik's mouth, the sounds muffled.
Henrik thrust harder and harder into Ed, no longer caring about hurting the boy, watching his limp body toss to and fro. The bed groaned and creaked in protest to the rough treatment. Edward too was vocalizing his response, he was crying out with each thrust, panting, his eyes half lidded in a drugged pleasure. He bit Ed's lip, rolling it between his teeth but Edward was too preoccupied to notice.
A knock at the door drew his attention. Most people would panic and scream a frantic "stay out" through the door, but sex was no longer taboo to them, especially in their line of work. No one really cared. After all Henrik had performed in front of an audience before. Though a simple knock was an unspoken common courtesy.
"Come in," he called, still fucking Edward. The door opened, revealing his right hand, Kai Kreutzer, the same man who had helped kidnap the young alchemist in the first place. "What is it?" He asked, his voice gravelly with lust. His thrusts had slowed, no longer the skin slapping, bed rocking frenzy it had been, so he could hear Kai's response.
"New clients are here, I thought you would wish to speak with them personally."
"Yes, I would thank you. Keep them occupied while I finish up with this fuck toy." Henrik grabbed a fistful of blond hair roughly, nearly tearing it out by the roots, and jerked his head back exposing his throat. Henrik placed his tongue at the base of Ed's clavicle and dragged it upward to his chin.
"Is he good, boss?"
"Oh, he's good alright. Now get out so I can fuck his brains out." Kai nodded and closed the door behind him off to distract their new customers while his boss finished up.
Henrik sped back up to his previous pace, pounding Edward into the mattress. "Oh, yeah, you're so fucking good," he breathed. He kissed him again virtually fucking Ed's mouth with his tongue.
Henrik felt his body begin to tingle as he reached his climax. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" His thrusts grew more frantic, almost desperate, craving release. The tension in his body grew to an almost unbearable level before he came violently deep within Edward. Henrik collapsed on top of Edward, letting his entire weight crush the boy. His body twitched with aftershocks forcing his softening cock to poke deeper into Edward's ass, almost like he was still fucking him. He lay there panting on top Edward, trying to catch his breath. Edward was moaning in pleasure, his mouth wide open and his eyes half closed. Once some strength returned to Henrik he lifted his head and resumed his tongue fucking of the boy's mouth.
"You're so fucking good," he breathed between pants.
"I'm good." Edward repeated vacantly as he gazed sightlessly upward. The drug had forced his pupils to dilate unnaturally, turning his aureate gaze near black. Only if you looked closely could you see the small rim of gold that encircled the large pupils.
"Fuck yeah, you're good. You're such a good boy." Henrik smiled sinisterly down and his toy, pushing a finger into Edward's open mouth to poke his tongue.
"I'm good," Edward said again, drunkenly, his words slurring together. Oh yes, Henrik thought, I'm going to have so much fun with this one.
Henrik slid out of the blond, who let out a breath at the sensation, and watched as his thick white cum oozed out of Edward's abused hole and onto mattress. Ed's sphincter opened and closed, the muscles not quite sure how to return to their original state after the intense beating.
Henrik rolled off Ed and shoved his spent cock back in his pants and was nearly out the door before he paused. He looked back and saw Ed's erect dick twitching weakly against his stomach, searching for friction. Henrik took pity on him and sat once again on the bed. He took Ed's penis in his hand and stroked up and down. The reaction was immediate. Ed groaned with passion his cock giving one huge twitch. Henrik moved his hand faster traveling Ed's entire length. He was rough and jacked Ed with an intensity that most would cringe against but Edward didn't seem to care. Or perhaps he was too drugged to notice. Edward's entire body began to tense as he neared his peak. Finally, his back arched as cum sprang from his tip in white, wispy ribbons. Ed collapsed back into the mattress unconscious, the drug and the exhaustion finally proving too much.
"You're going to be so fucking sore in the morning," Henrik growled into Ed's ear. "I'll be surprised if you're able to walk at all. But then again, you do deserve it." And with that he walked off to greet his new customers, not even bothering to clean the boy.
The entire time Edward had not been aware of being fucked, too drugged up to comprehend much of anything. But God had it felt good, it's pleasuring aftershocks almost reaching his dreamscape.
