Hey guys. I've seen that a lot of you guys have liked my story, followed, and commented. That's great guys! Though a lot of the comments I've had are hating on my story. Though I won't judge you, freedom of speech right? But I do want to say, especially to one of you. A guest, who says he/she doesn't like stories that are like 'rape is love' and everything. Well, I just wanted to tell you, guest, that this isn't a story like that. There is no romantic relationship between Roy, and Ed. That really won't happen until the later chapters. And you'll find a twist on that romance too. But I just wanted to say that, for now at least, thh only relationship between Roy and Ed is a 'Master/Slave' relationship. There is no love… Yet. And if you don't like it, just don't read it 'kay? Thanks!

Kurosaki-Chan3

(P.S. I swear this is the most you'll really hear from me throughout the story 'kay? 'Kay! Love ya guys!)

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA/FMAB Arakawa-Sensei does

Roy was used to waking up early in the mornings. He remembered everything that had happened and didn't regret it at all. He looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms. He really was a beautiful boy. There was no relationship between them, except for slave and master. That's all it would ever be. Roy looked down hearing sounds from the boy. The blonde was whimpering in his sleep, Roy felt something wet on his shirt. Ed was crying in his sleep. Roy pushed the boy away in disgust, Ed's eyes flew open as he fell off the bed.

"Ow." He groaned. "That hurt asshole."

"What did you say?" Roy asked.

"Nothing!" Ed responded quickly.

"No, I want to hear what you said."

"I'm not telling! Ed stayed on the floor, out of Roy's sight.

"Ed. Come here."

"No."

"Come here." He growled, this boy would never learn. How long would it be till Roy broke him? Weeks? Months? Years? Roy hoped not years.

"It hurts." Ed murmured to himself.

"What did you say?" Roy growled wanting to know, thinking it was another disrespectful comment about him.

"It hurts." The blonde repeated in a louder voice. He still was out of Roy's line of sight.

"Come where I can see you." He ordered, "Now." he added as an afterthought

"I can't move right now asshole. Ed said defensively, "It hurts."

"I don't give a shit about what hurts or what doesn't. Come here. Ed climbed up onto the bed, wincing at each movement. "Stop exaggerating, you've done this before." Ed looked at him surprised.

"You couldn't tell I was a virgin?" He said quietly. 'Well that explains why it felt so good.' Roy thought. "And on top of that, you fucked me dry. I'm not exaggerating asshole." When the blonde had gotten close enough, Roy grabbed him, and pulled Ed close to him. The jostle had sent bolts of pain throughout Ed's lower body. "Oww!" He groaned, and flinched. He tried to crawl away from Roy but the prince wasn't having any of it, and kept a tight grip on the blonde in his arms. "Stop touching me," Here it was again, him being like a cornered animal, which in a way he was. Ed clamped his teeth on one of Roy's hands.

Ow! What the hell!" Ed used this chance to crawl out of Roy's arms, as quick as he could with the pain in his lower body. Ed was almost to the door out of the room when Roy had recovered from the bite, and had gone after Ed. He cornered the boy against a corner in the wall. As Roy got closer Ed got more anxious. Roy reached out his hand to grab the blonde boy, whose eyes were wide. Roy stretched his arm quickly at Ed in attempt to grab him but Ed slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me!" He curled himself into a fetal position, making himself look smaller, "Don't touch me." He murmured more as reassurance to himself than to ward off Roy.

"Don't tell me what to do. You aren't in charge here, I am." He managed to grab Ed's chin and force him to look at Roy. "And don't you forget that." He snarled, and threw him to the ground like the auctioneer had at the auction. Ed dropped to the ground like a ragdoll. For a few minutes he laid like that, then turned onto his side facing away from Roy. He only remembered that Roy was there when his crutch was thrown at him.

"What the-"

"Shut up and get dressed. I'm hungry." Roy interrupted. Ed, who also felt like he was starving to death, searched for the tunic he'd worn last night. He hated them, they were scratchy and down right uncomfortable in general.

Roy waited for him. Ed took some minutes to calm down. He took a few deep breaths before going to the prince. Ed adjusted his crutch and they left the bedroom, Ed following Roy down the mazes of halls until they reached the dining roo. The long mahogany table was already set with breakfast still hot. Roy sat down at one end of the table while Ed sat three seats away from him.

"Get over here."

"I don't feel like it."

"No? You don't? Guess what! I don't care. Now get over here!"

"Make me." Ed snarled. Seeing his twisted features from the scowl reminded Roy of his sleeping face, and the small smile that made Roy proud of owning such a beauty.

"You know you're much more pretty when you smile." He said, and Ed paused, his scowl turned into a look of confusion.

"...Huh?" The his brain started working again, and he tried to cover his look of confusion with, "What're you talking about? I'm always beautiful!" but the sarcastic, snide remark didn't convince him and annoyed Roy.

"Enough of this, get over here!" Roy was close to yelling at the golden boy.

"Bite me." Roy stood up and approached the boy grabbing him by the collar of his tunic, and pulling him up, so he was face to face with Roy.

"One way or the other, you will obey, and you will break." He threw Ed away from him, and the boy crashed into the table, hitting his head against it and knocking bowls and plates off it. The dishes broke, and shattered glass flew over him. The sparkling glass flew, and shards cut his skin as they fell. He fell away from the table and hit the floor. Roy could see blood flowing through his golden hair. Roy turned his back on the unconscious boy. 'Leave the servants to clean this up.' He thought, and left the room.

Ed woke up a sterile room, laying in a bed with white sheets that had the smell of a hospital. He sat up quickly, frantic thoughts being spurred from previous memories of hospitals. He immediately regretted sitting up so fast, his head was pounding as if his heart had decided his head was a better place to reside. He groaned at the pain holding his head in his hands, not realizing that the door to the room had opened, then closed. He was so focused on the pounding pain in his head, that he didn't realize anyone had come into the room until he was slapped on the back of the head. His vision crossed, and blurred. He looked up at the man who had hit him with bleary eyes.

"What the hell?" He mumbled confusedly, his vision still not focusing. He could only see a shadowy outline of a person, he couldn't tell who it was though.

"You aren't listening to a word I'm saying are you?" A familiar though unwelcome voice said, agitated, "I said, stand up. You're awake, you're fine." Ed moaned as another wave of pain flew through his head, I felt like he'd had a railroad spike run through his head.

"What makes you think I can stand up?" He groaned, "I feel like a shit, and I can barely see."

"You can stand, because I say you can. Now, stand!" Roy hit Ed on the back of his head again, and Ed's head snapped forward.

"Ow!" His vision, which had just been starting to get better, was blurry, and unfocused again, "You ass!" Ed put his legs over the edge of the bed. If it would get Roy to stop messing up his vision by hitting him, he'd stand. He blindly reached for his crutch not finding it until it was thrown at him by Roy. He positioned it, so he could lean on it for support, and stood. All at once his vision went white, and a whole new level of pain hit his brain. Ed stumbled forward, and fell to his knee, and puked whatever little food he had in his stomach. No one pulled back his hair, and strands, were covered in the vile stuff. When nothing else came up Ed sat there dry heaving for a few minuted.

"Told you I couldn't stand," He told Roy bitterly, "Asshole." He mumbled. He knelt on the ground pressing his face to the cold floor. It felt nice. The white didn't go away, and it hurt his eyes even though they were closed, making them water. Ed didn't notice that someone else had come into the room till he was being lifted into a wheelchair. His eyes flew open, and though he could barely see anything, he knew another person was in the room, lifting him into the chair.

"Hey!" He yelled, and started squirming in the person's hold.

"Stop that!" Roy slapped Ed, and his vision went blurry, and he went limp from the pain it generated.

"You really need to stop that stop that asshole." He mumbled. He was settled in the chair, and he felt it rolling over the floor. He didn't care where they were going. They stopped at a door, which Roy opened, entered with Ed, then closed again. He set the chair Ed was sitting in on it's brakes, and left Ed's side. The teen heard water running.

"You aren't going to bathe me." Ed deadpanned.

"No, we are bathing together." Roy stated in a matter-of-factly way.

"And you think I'm gonna just let you?" Ed could finally open his eyes without spikes of pain shooting through his head. "If you think so, you've got another thing coming."

"And you think you could fight me off in that state?" Roy barked a laugh, "Don't humor me!" Ed's face turned beet red, and he ground his teeth together. When the tub had been filled, Roy undressed the golden-haired boy, who fought the whole way, with punches, and profanity. When Roy had finally finished, he set Ed in the tub, quickly undressing himself, and sliding in. The boy across from him had calmed down, and had his head leaned back against the edge of the tub, and his eyes slid shut. Roy threw a rag at his face, and he started.

"Colonel-" He realized what he said and his eyes widened, and his mouth adopted the shape of an 'O.'

"Colonel?" Roy repeated, "You have some explaining to do."