Authors note: short chapter holy hell, I wrote this a while ago and forgot to update my fanfiction account, just threw it on DA
All I could feel was something wet and warm and I refused to open my eyes. My body trembled with strain and stress; I was beginning to break down but unwilling to admit it. I was stronger than this, stronger than HIM. He could not, and would not break me. But sadly as I heard his laugh echoing in my ears, I knew something had gone wrong. At some point in time something had happened and suddenly I was shattered, a broken remnant of the man I once was. Suddenly his hands were warm and the pain had become too much, it started to feel good. Suddenly his hands were rough and tugging and rubbing everywhere, and I could barely feel a thing besides the sweet gentle flames of pleasure licking up my spine. It was all rather nice as I sunk into oblivion. Sadly, the end I had wished for at that moment never came.
Dr Edward Richtofen frowned as his test subject passed out. He was angry, the sweet torture was supposed to last longer than last time. He'd passed out around the same time as their previous meeting, shortly after a vicious outburst. He stared at the glorious specimen, the short blond hair and closed blue eyes that haunted him in his sleep. Eyes narrowing he released the American from his bonds. Dried and fresh blood both covered his body, as well as staining his pristine white lab coat. His black gloves were off, a rare occurrence but the feel of the American's skin was worth it. Snapping his gloves back on, he deposited the American back in his cell, smiling and humming merrily as he walked out. Closing the door behind him he frowned seeing another head of familiar blond hair. Scowling darkly he crossed his arms and looked at the sheepish man in front of him. "Vhat do you vant Schuster?" Schuster seemed rather nervous and fidgeted; he rather respected the older scientist.
"V-vell…I vas just….vondering…vhy you have been spending so much time vith the American." Schuster tried to build up his courage, he was on the verge of admitting something that could get him killed, but if his theory was right then there was no logical reason he should be denied. Richtofen's gaze hardened, Schuster flinched. "That is none of your concern." Richtofen dragged out in a severe tone. Schuster started to doubt himself, but took a deep breath. Edward started to push past him, but he grabbed his arm quickly even though he wasn't that strong to begin with. Edward paused and glanced back with an annoyed look. "E-edward….I….I want to be your lover." Before he knew it the words were out, Schuster felt hot and cold at the same time as he looked at Edward.
Edward was shocked. He didn't understand. "I…..that's impossible. I do not love you." Schuster blanched, he had made a mistake. "You…you don't have to" His face heated up from humiliation. "Impossible." Edward waved the man off. "Erase that ridiculous notion from your mind." He walked out and left Schuster alone in the lab. Schuster was angry, angry and humiliated. He knew something was happening between the American test subject and Dr Richtofen, was it possible the doctor he admired could….love him? Impossible….it was a ridiculous notion…
Edward returned to the lab hours later. Checking up on all the test subjects, and leaving the American for last. Grinning to himself wickedly he injected the Russian with the vodka based serum before tossing him back in his cell, the Japanese man didn't receive any special treatment either. Both were drugged for safety reasons, they'd learnt their lessons the last time trying to prod them with them both awake. He entered the dark room with the surgical chair once more; the American was groggy but waking. He waited for his blue eyes to open, the same ones he wanted to see cry. The American was confused, the 115 combined with the drug he used to induce amnesia worked wonders. Though he would have loved to have the American recognize him, to have him broken, it was much more fun making him forget everything that happened to keep up that fighting spirit, it was too much fun to break him over and over again.
He approached the swearing man grinning, scalpel in hand as his fingers shook.
He had no idea what was about to happen.