A/N: Look at these reviewers, twisting my arms like this. Okay, so I've revamped the first chapter and polished some POV and fleshed out some of the scenes. Now you guys actually want me to work on the organization of these crooks! I will, with my usual gusto, no doubt.
Warnings: All warnings are for all chapters. This is Shota/Yaoi. This is a RoyXEd fiction. Noncon/Dubcon in several places, possible torture scenes, definite Ed embarrassment. This is not PWP (I can't do that for the life of me, must have PLOT *brings out plot hammer and giggles*). Reviews get chapters faster (ask any of my Bleach readers). I am, however, a tad rusty on FMA so forgive me (and please correct me) if I get anything wrong. Flames are not welcome, constructive criticism are (I am *gasp* one of those writers that actually changes things based on suggestions). There may be some OOC Ed, and a little on Roy in later chapters. Lemons are promised, no fear.
And seriously, if I owned anything related to FMA there would be more than minor sexual tension between these two.
Chapter One
A Threat Arises
Edward Elric felt the world tilt, and he groaned, feeling himself fall against another body. The other body also moved, but it was larger than his own. He ached in all the worst places, and his mouth hurt really badly. Why did his mouth hurt so much? He tried to open his eyes but found he was blindfolded securely, long blond eyelashes fluttering against a material. He tasted something bitter in his mouth and realized he was wearing a gag. A plain fabric gag was wedged into his mouth tightly, pressing his tongue down and pulling painfully at the corners of his mouth. What the hell happened?
It had been a simple thing, or it should have been. Why the stupid colonel had tailed him, he had no idea, muttering something about collateral damage control or something stupid like that. Or maybe because it was late at night when they left, and Al had already gone home. A part of him liked to think that Mustang had come because he didn't want Ed to be alone, but he knew better than that. Mustang and Ed knew he could handle himself, but the stupid bastard had to come with him. He remembered it was a possible chimera sighting, and so it was important to both of them to find out what was going on. He remembered they were about to enter the building when they must have tripped some sort of trap because they both dropped like rocks and the world went black.
He was dazed and heard voices, slowly coming into focus around him.
"Take his gloves off, that's the Flame Alchemist, that should take care of him, and tie his hands behind his back. The other one, that's the one that doesn't need a circle…also has automail…"
"So what do we do with him? Automail is pretty tough, he could break out."
"Rip the arm off. Make him easier to subdue. I hear he needs both hands to do his alchemy."
Ed heard a muffled cry beside him and footsteps coming toward him. Suddenly the world was awash in garish light and he looked up to see faces he didn't know. He looked beside him in time to see Roy being pulled to a sitting position, in a similarly bound position, his eyes taking in the room around him. Ed saw his mouth was bound with a tight gag like his own. His brow creased as he locked eyes with Ed. The man beside him folded the white gloves and put them in his pocket. He then turned to Ed with a grin. Ed could count three of them, the biggest one staring at him now, thickly muscled with a black crew cut and piercing green eyes.
"Fullmetal, huh? How tough are you without both arms?" he said with a menacing grin.
His hands were untied and one of them held his flesh arm painfully behind him as he forced him to his feet. He looked behind him to the guy hauling him up, a similarly large built man, but this one had a mess of brunette hair that flopped over his face, and dark brown eyes under a heavy brow. The larger man with the green eyes looked at him with a grin, holding tightly to his automail wrist. Ed shook his head with wide eyes as the other took hold of his automail elbow with the other hand. Winry was going to kill him for getting his automail messed up again. He tried to pull away as the huge man yanked hard and Ed screamed as the nerves disconnected and the ports ached from it. He was slightly dizzy from the pain of it when he fell back hard into the brunette that was holding his flesh arm in a bruising grip. Having automail detached and reattached properly hurt bad enough, but to have it ripped off like that… He vaguely heard Roy's muffled yelling as he fell to the floor, falling first to his hand and knees, then his flesh arm gave under the weight, sending him flat, his face turning to the side to face Roy who was staring wide eyed. Ed tried very hard to mask the pain shooting through him. He knew from the face Mustang had he was failing miserably.
"There, there, that should make you a little easier to handle, huh?" the third one said, this one a little shorter than the other two but with blond hair and shady grey eyes.
Ed was shaking from the effort to not cry out as the nerves randomly fired in his shoulder, and he didn't even want to look at the ragged mess the ports were in right now. He pressed his face against the cool concrete, smelling the scent of oil and soap used to get it out of the floor. Then, his flesh arm was grabbed and he was dragged back against the wall, his hand secured above him in a single shackle. His ankles were shackled and snapped into a ring at the base of the wall. Then Roy was given a similar treatment next to him, pulled back beside him, his ankles and wrist snapped into a ring behind him.
The man looked down on both of them. "We only really wanted blondie here, but two for one is a good deal too. At least until we turn you loose later today, Flame. See you're too much trouble, and well, far too old if you get my meaning, Flame. The brat, well, he'll do fine without you. He fetches a nice price out west…"
Ed's head was spinning. Price? They were selling him to someone else? He looked at Roy, wide eyed. Roy was looking back at him just as surprised. The three shared a bout of raucous laughter at the two defanged alchemists and left them alone for a while. They sat there in silence for a long while until they heard boots coming in.
"I see," a strange accented man said. He was tall, thin, with long blond hair that fell below his chin. He walked over to Ed and kneeled before him, looking him over. He then reached up and tilted his chin up, only to be met with the fiery golden gaze and a guttural growl. "Feisty, that will be easy to beat out of him, I'm sure. You said he's a state alchemist, right? Smart?"
"Yeah, fuckin' prodigy or some shit. Doesn't even use a transmutation circle," the tall black haired one said with a grin.
"Hm, yes that's good, we like them smart and full of spirit…" He kneeled down again and ran a hand over the automail ports. "You have his arm? Or will it need replacing?"
"We have it, dunno if you'll be able to use it or not. Not like we know how to remove 'em proper. Just kinda figured to yank it ya know. He also has an automail leg, so watch it," he said nodding to Ed's bound legs.
The blond stood up and looked at him. "Yes, of course, brute strength as always. You know it isn't cheap to replace these things. But where he's going, he won't need it. Truthfully, they'll remove the leg as well."
He looked over at Mustang. "What about him?"
The burly blond snorted. "Ah, just was with the brat when he went through the doorway into the building. Grabbed both of them, so this one wouldn't raise a fuss about his little boyfriend being missing."
The brunette kneeled in front of Mustang and grinned at him. "Yeah, meant to asked you if the little major was yer fuck toy, colonel. I know for him to be a major he probably does quite a bit a'work on his back."
There was a snort of laughter at Ed's incredulous gaze and Mustang's narrowed eyes. "I don' think the colonel here likes us pickin' on 'is lil boytoy," the brunette continued with a grin, reaching out and patting Mustang on the face, getting a growl in return and a muffled curse behind the gag.
The thin blond shook his head and turned to the black haired man, obviously the little leader of the group. "Get him up, strip him, before we buy, I have to see the condition he's in," he said nonchalantly, causing Ed to flinch backward away from them into the wall, looking at Roy franticly with a pleading look in his eyes.
The large man un hooked the ankle shackle and then the one holding his arm, leaving his ankles bound together. He then yanked him to his feet unsteadily and took out a knife. "You want his clothes in one piece or not?"
The strange blond man shook his head. "They are of no importance; he'll be transported nude anyway. Quicker the better, I must make my choice for my master within the hour, and if not this boy, then the girl waiting at the next warehouse, though he prefers boys."
The guy grunted and Ed felt the knife under each shoulder of his jacket and shirt as it sliced through the fabric, falling at his feet in a puddle. Ed gasped at the sudden exposure, flinching as he felt eyes on him. A deep blush was staining his face already. He did not like being exposed like this. He'd sit having his automail worked on all day shirtless, but this was different. The blond man stepped forward and ran a hand over his chest, then down his belly, pressing against his abs, fingers tracing the soft trail of blond fuzz that traveled down his belly into the top of his leather pants.
Then, without warning, he felt the cold metal of the knife against his back and it sliced easily through the back of each leg of his pants and boxers and both fell forward in a heap. Ed blushed immediately again and tried his best to move his legs to cover himself, which with ankles together wasn't much. The blond smiled at him and forced his legs down out of the way, running hands over his hips and back down his ass slowly, far too slowly for his liking. Then he yelped in surprise when he felt him drive a finger into him.
"Yes, very nice, but he's still a virgin. I guess the colonel doesn't use him as a fuck toy after all. Of course, that isn't to say the boy's mouth isn't used. My master doesn't like to do the hard work of breaking in the new ones, too much screaming and crying for his sensitive ears. Fix it, break him in for us, and I'll be by to pick him up in the afternoon," he said with a serene smile and turned and left.
The large man behind him snorted. "Fix it, he says. Well, blondie, looks like you and I are going to get to know each other really well…as well as the other boys since we have to break you in nicely for him."
Ed was nearly hyperventilating as he struggled against him as he was shoved down onto the floor roughly, his flesh arm still pinned at the small of his back by the brunette man. Before he knew it, a rope had been wrapped around his waist and secured his arm to his back so it no longer had to be held in place. He turned his head to see Mustang thrashing against his bonds trying to get free. He already felt blood dripping from his wrists and ankles as he tugged violently against the ropes. Mustang was more than disturbed. For one thing, his subordinate was being sold off somewhere, but then, upon finding his inexperience in sex, they were going to rape him right in front of him. And of course, if they were going this far, Mustang seriously doubted that this guy wanted him for his glowing personality, especially since it appeared he favored boys.
He barely had time to take a breath as he felt the larger man over the top of him, breathing roughly in his ear, "This might hurt some, sweetheart," he said, and yanked Ed's hips upward toward him. There was a second that nothing happened, then he felt something hard and wet against him and he started to struggle away as his hips were snapped backward with such force that he arched off the floor, falling back and busting his nose against it, yelling into the cloth in his mouth. He had never felt something like that, intense burning and shooting pain through every part of his body. He turned his head and saw Roy watching horrified and all he could do was sob against the gag in his mouth, now soaked with blood as well as tears. Choked screams escaped when he had the breath for them. He screamed for them to stop, to quit, he'd do anything if they'd just stop. Of course it was an incoherent muffled jumble of words against the gag. He swore time had frozen, until he felt something warm and thick flood inside him and his stomach retched against the feeling, but it didn't last long as he was flipped to his back harshly and he was staring up into the face of the second man. His head had bounced off the floor, and he immediately felt blood pooling into his blond hair which had come loose and was sprawled around him in a vivid corona.
This one, the blond one now, growled, and yanked him toward him, pulling his legs around his waist and forcing himself into the tight space. This time, though, it didn't hurt as much, for which Ed was thankful. Not to say it didn't hurt, but it wasn't as intense. He imagined that was due to the fact he had the other guy's stuff there… He couldn't even think it, squeezing his eyes shut at the shame and pain coursing through him. He was now laying painfully on the arm secured to his back and his head was throbbing so that his vision was faltering. He turned his head away, his body being used like this and stared at Roy, who sat frozen at what was happening less than three feet from him, and he had no way to stop it.
They'd tied Roy's hands behind him, and then tied both feet behind him, making him sit at an awkward angle. But in essence, he could get no leverage to get free of his bonds. But then he saw something that made his heart leap. His gloves. The idiot had put them in his pcket, which he had forgotten in his urgency to violate Ed. He had no idea how he was going to pull it off, but if he could just get his gloves…
Another muffled scream from his subordinate, signaled a new change in their treatment. This time, they'd turned him again to his stomach and the one with the messy brunette hair was taunting him verbally. But in doing so, they had shifted the pile of clothes closer to Roy, and he could just wriggle his fingers enough to snatch those white gloves out of the pile…
Then he heard a noise that was more welcome than any, a distant siren. Did his team figure out something had gone wrong when he hadn't reported? He hoped. Jean and Riza were sure to be expecting him to check in. At the late hour, he always managed a relay with the office to report in first thing in the morning if nothing else. He didn't know how long he'd been out, but if they were searching, it had been quite a while, perhaps most of the night. What time had he told Riza he'd report in? Five am, he thought he'd told her. And if he knew her, that one missing report would have taken her less than half an hour to have his team ready and out the door. He continued his efforts, though, because he didn't know how long it would be before they made it into this warehouse, and he really needed to get Ed away from them, because he'd stopped screaming at all, and all he could hear was the occasional muffled sound from him.
The three men were engrossed in their current act, either watching or using the blond mercilessly, and Roy tried to ignore it as he managed to slip his glove into his hand. He heard a noise and looked up to a catwalk at the top of the building to see the form of Jean Havoc frozen in place for a moment before dashing back the way he'd come. No doubt he was recon. He knew them, they'd have decided to run checks on each warehouse in the area when they got to the location. He did blessed these idiots for choosing to stay in the general vicinity of the place they'd come to initially. He sighed, leaning back, trying desperately to get the gloves to work with his numb fingers.
"We gotta work for this bastard again if he is gonna let us fuck his merchandise every time," the black haired one chuckled. "Move over, gimme a second round, I want to watch him cry this time…"
Then, there was an explosion of light from the front of the building and Roy realized that there was no way he was getting the gloves on at that point, his hands were just too damn numb. All three men looked up, the black haired one dropping Ed and pulling his pants to stand, gripping them at the waist. He heard Ed sobbing beside him and wanted to reach out and grab the boy but he was still held tight by the bonds.
The brunette man got smart though and yanked Ed up by the hair, causing a weak squeak to come from his mouth as he was held partially up, sitting on his knees, sideways, his head streached up and open as he held a knife at his throat. "Hey, you want these two dead, keep coming," he said. Roy saw Havoc but not Breda or Fuery.
The other two, moved behind them both, reaching behind Mustang to unhook the chain that held Roy's hands in position behind his back. The release caused a flood of feeling to return to his hands and after a few tense moments, he managed to work his gloves onto his hands. The black haired one put another knife to Roy's throat and grinned, thinking he had the advantage over the Flame Alchemist. This was testy, definitely unorthodox, but he was going to try. He snapped, and when he did, flames shot up from his ropes, burning them away and leaping into the face of the man behind him. Hands now free he snapped again, flames bursting over the one holding a knife to Edward and lurching into the third. There was a shocked silence followed by a burst of moment as his team moved in, easily taking down the three scorched thugs. Roy scrambled over to where Ed was and pulled him into his lap, untying the binding that held his one arm behind him. He grabbed his red coat and wrapped it around him quickly as he sobbed into Roy's shoulder, gripping him tightly with the flesh arm.
"Colonel!" he heard, and voices trying to ask him if he was hurt. Then someone was trying to take Ed out of his arms and he shook them off, standing up. He secured the boy tighter in his arms and stormed out of the place before he seriously set the entire place alight. He would have if it hadn't been for his people around.
There was an ambulance waiting already, in anticipation of injuries, and he didn't give them a chance to even ask what the problems were or who was injured, he was up and into the back with the boy, laying him on the stretcher and telling them to get going now. They dared not argue with the dark haired colonel, because between the bloody alchemist and the flames barely contained in the colonel's eyes, they were definitely in a hurry to divest their ambulance of these two.
After they had gone, Havoc stood with the others. Breda put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you sure about what you saw?"
Havoc nodded. "I know what I saw. And this…pretty much confirms it," he said, gazing at the floor, the remains of Ed's clothes except the coat laying puddled, and various patches of dampness. He picked up Ed's discarded automail arm and stalked out of the place.
"I'll head to the hospital," Riza said and turned on her heels, Maes following in short order.
They arrived to find Roy sitting impatiently in the waiting room.
"Sir, any word?" Riza said softly, much softer than she normally ever spoke.
Roy shook his head, then stood and planted a fist into the wall beside him. "I was useless. Sitting there right beside them and I couldn't do a damned thing to stop them!"
After a moment, Havoc came in, handing off the automail to a nurse and coming back to where the colonel was waiting. "Sir, I just got back word, what you two triggered, there was no way to avoid or detect it. It was alchemical, and it was made to knock out anyone with alchemical talents the moment they stepped into the place. They were trying to catch alchemists. Got any idea why they would be doing that?"
Roy nodded. "They were selling him. Selling him to some blond asshole. Said that I was too old for them to use. Talking about how their master preferred boys, and didn't like them…" Roy gritted his teeth. "He told them to do that. Told them to get him ready to be sold this afternoon, to break him in because his master didn't like the screaming and crying. I want the son of a bitch who did this. That blond bastard and his master, whoever the fuck he is. And I want to watch him burn slowly."
There was a silent ascent among the group. As annoying and loud as Ed could be, they all cared deeply for him. Maes put a hand on Roy's shoulder, knowing it would do little to comfort the irate Flame Alchemist.
