Fandom: FMA
Title: Miraculous Intervention
Pairings: Elricest, one sided Roy/Ed and Jean/Al
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Incest, Angst, Non Con, Yaoi, Lemons

Author's Notes: AU, OC

Word Count: 14,055
Status: Complete

Disclaimer: Not mine, too bad. Not mine, so sad.

Summary: And if Jack, Ed's boyfriend, bore a striking resemblance to Al, well, that was just a coincidence, right?

Miraculous Intervention

Chapter 2

The shrill ringing of the phone interrupted Mustang's idle thought. He should stop by Ed's and see how Al was doing. Ed had been really worried.

"Sir, you have a phone call from Fullmetal. Shall I put him through?" Hawkeye's voice crackled over the intercom.

Mustang blinked. Did Ed's call mean that Al was really sick? He hoped not. "Yes. I'll take it now."

"Roy!"

Mustang was surprised. Not only did Ed never call him so informally, he didn't even wait for him to answer. "Ed, what's wrong? Is Al all right?"

There was a moment of silence, then Ed made a curious choking sound. "No. He's not. Can… can you come over right away? I… I…"

"Ed… Ed… relax. I'll be right over. Should I bring a doctor?" Mustang asked soothingly.

"No," Ed said almost inaudibly, and Mustang could hear that he was crying. "Not yet. Please, hurry, and come alone."

"I'll be right there."

In just over five minutes, Mustang was knocking on the door to the Elrics' house. The door opened just a crack and Ed's golden eye peeked out.

"Are you alone?" The boy whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Of course, Ed. Open the door. You're scaring me." Was it just him, or was Ed… frightened?

Ed opened the door only wide enough for Mustang to slip through, then slammed the door and locked it.

"Ed, where's Al?" There was something about the boy's eerie manner that made him nervous.

At his words, Ed began to cry, great wet silent tears. "He… he's sleeping in his room. Roy… Jack…"

Mustang felt a frisson of alarm slink up his spine. Mustang was familiar with Ed's boyfriend, Jack. He'd never said anything to the boy, because he knew Ed would take any advice from him unkindly. But Mustang knew Jack was an ass, and a mean one to boot. If Jack had anything to do with Ed's attitude, it did not bode well.

"Did he hurt you, Edward?" Mustang's voice was quiet. He'd seen evidence of violence on Ed before, but Ed had always shrugged it off without explanation.

"No!" And Ed began to shiver violently. "Not me. Al. Roy… he's been raping him… oh god…" And Ed completely broke down.

Mustang gently took the stricken boy into his arms, feeling sick. He'd not expected this. "That bastard. I'll kill him." He ground out. "Where can I find him? Did he go home?"

"He's dead," Ed's voice was muffled against Mustang's shirtfront. "I killed him. He's in my bedroom. He… he was doing it when I got home. He was raping my Al." And Ed made that strange horrible choking noise like he had on the phone earlier.

Mustang couldn't even conceive of what that had been like for Ed. He loved his little brother so much. Too much if you asked him. So much, he chose a boyfriend that looked just like him. To come home, and find his boyfriend raping the boy that he loved… It didn't bear thinking about. It was unsurprising that Ed had killed him. But this complicated things. He did not want Ed to face a murder charge on top of everything else. "Can I see Al?"

"Only if he wants you to. I wont put him through anymore." And without another word, Ed walked out of the living room, so dejectedly that Mustang felt his heart throb. He followed him, but stopped at the open door to Al's bedroom. The curtains were drawn, and the room was dark.

"Al… wake up, sweetheart," Ed was saying in a low voice, stroking his brother's face softly. "Wake up, Al."

The form huddled in the bed stirred, and rolled onto it's back. "Niisan?" Al reached up to touch his brother's face. "You've been crying again. Please don't cry anymore."

"I'm fine, Al," Ed said hoarsely. "Mustang's here. I… I told him about Jack. He wants to see you. But you don't have to, if you don't want to. He just wants to make sure you're all right."

Al was silent a moment. "If he does, will that make you stop crying?"

Mustang could see tears glinting off Ed's face in the light shining in from the hall. "No, Al. There is no pressure. I'll stop crying now. You just see him if you want to." And Ed sniffed mightily, dragging the back of his hand across his face.

"Okay. I'll… I'll see him."

Ed motioned him in, and he came in slowly. Ed leaned over and turned on the lamp next to the bed.

Mustang knelt on the floor next to the bed, Ed between him and Al. Ed stared solemnly at him for a moment, and pulled the blankets down to the boy's waist.

The first thing Mustang saw was the growing bruise on Al's cheek, and his split lip. But as the blanket moved slowly down, he struggled not to shut his eyes. Bites and bruises and welts marred the boy's chest. Heavy finger shaped bruises lay upon his arms and shoulders. Then Ed turned and pulled the blanket up from the foot of the bed, bunching it up on Al's hips, and there were bite marks and bruises on his inner thighs, and ligature marks on his wrists and ankles.

"Oh, Al," Mustang said helplessly.

"Roll over Al," Ed said tonelessly.

Al did so gingerly, and the blanket slid off the bed completely. It was worse. There were welts crisscrossing the boy's back, swollen and puffy, and below them, faint white marks of previous ones. His buttocks were black and blue from beatings and covered with old bite marks. In the downy cleft between his cheeks, the flesh was red and irritated. Yes. There was no doubt about it. Al had been raped.

Ed was silent as he picked up the blanket and covered his brother before Al would roll over. Then the older boy turned to Mustang. "How could I not know? Why didn't I see? Oh god, Al…" Ed's metal hand was clenched in his hair, and it jerked violently, tearing out a handful of his bright golden hair. "Why didn't you tell me? Why?" Despite his promise, Ed was crying again.

Al huddled into a ball, knees under his chin, arms wrapped around his legs. "He said he would hurt you. Said he would hurt you bad if I told anyone what he was doing to me. Whenever I tried to defy him… He did hurt you. I heard him hurt you. And so I kept quiet. I knew if I told you… he would hurt you more. Maybe kill you. I didn't dare kill him myself, though I wanted to. He said if anything happened to him, that you would be killed. And… and… I was afraid… Niisan…" and then Ed had his arms around his brother and they were both crying.

Mustang quietly got up and went to the phone. In a few moments he was back, and found the boys curled up together, so tightly he couldn't tell where one left off and the other began. But they had stopped crying and were just… holding each other, eyes closed, breathing deep of each other's scent to hold back the horror their life had become.

"Ed," he said softly. And when Ed opened his eyes and looked at him, he went on. I want you to get Al dressed. Don't worry about anything else, just get him dressed. I'm taking you both home with me. Please don't argue with me. There are things that must be done."

Ed got up slowly. "Are you going to arrest me?"

"No, Ed. What happened tonight… never happened. Understand? Get Al dressed and wait for me here." And Mustang walked out of the room, closing the door behind. Then he went into Ed's room, passing through the ashen remnants of the door. Jack lay on the floor by the foot of the bed, waxen white, a great pool of blood around the stump of his neck. In the far corner lay his head, facing outwards, a look of horror frozen forever on his face. Blood had spattered in a wide arc across the wall behind the bed, dotted the bed liberally except in the space where Al must have been laying, that man shaped pristine white sheet bearing one small bloodstain in the shape of the crease between the buttocks, evidence of Al's rape, and in a trail across the rug to where the head lay, a still glistening wide splat in a bowl shaped dent in the wall where the head hit before falling to the floor. It was all testament to Ed's violent rage. He was still standing there quiet a while later when there was a cadenced knock on the front door. Mustang turned and let Havoc and Hawkeye in.

In a low voice, he told them what happened, substituting Jack beating Al instead of raping him. Hawkeye did not wait for instructions, but went quietly into Al's room as soon as she heard about the events of the night, closing the door behind her.

Hawkeye hesitated just inside, seeing how Ed and Al were huddled together, reminding her of two frightened birds with their glistening eyes and clinging arms. Tears rose in her eyes. "Oh, my beautiful boys…" And she gathered them both into her arms.

When Mustang came in a few minutes later, he found Hawkeye sitting in the middle of Al's bed, legs stretched out, an Elric on either side of her, laying their heads upon her chest, their hands linked together across her midriff as she stroked their heads softly. They were half asleep.

In a few minutes, Mustang was striding out the door with Ed, rolled up in a blanket like a child, golden eyes peeping out dully and unresisting. Hawkeye followed with Al similarly bundled up. Mustang nodded to Havoc, who nodded back and stayed behind, and went out to his car, Hawkeye following. Hawkeye sat in the back with them as Mustang drove to his house. Then he rang for a doctor once they boys were ensconced together in one of his guest rooms and made an appointment for the next morning. Al had to be examined to make sure Jack had done no irreparable damage.