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Title: Two Colonels

Rating: NC17 (for subject matter; overall)

Rating this chapter: NC17

Pairing: Roy/Ed; previous OC/Ed

Warnings: Rape, Yaoi, AU (no Homunculi and BXB)

Spell-checked but unbeta'd

Summary: One Colonel was gentle the other was not.

Disclaimer: Sure... if I would own FMA... there would have been a second season starting with the Elrics back in Central and more R/E action ;)

Last time on Two Colonels:

'No? Oh, Edward, you don't seem to understand that this is your only option. You can either let me sleep with you or walk out of that door and tomorrow morning being deported with your younger brother to a lab or even shot for your crime.'


Chapter 05/??

Ed walked slowly. Stairs weren't really made for somebody with back pain but mostly because people who made stairs hadn't people in mind who were stupid enough to get raped – more then once over months. He sighed heavily as he in the end reached the ground. He looked around to see where Havoc was waiting with the car to drive them to Mustang. The Colonel was still inside with the Lieutenant General in command. He couldn't remember his name and didn't know him very well. What he knew was that this General was really old and grey and a bit strange.

He saw Havoc standing next to car with a cigarette in his mouth. The Lieutenant looked up and waved to Ed before putting out his cigarette and walking over to the teen.

"Hey, Boss, you look awful."

Ed looked up and glared up at the blond man.

"You don't look so good yourself. Has Hawkeye made you stay longer again?"

"I'm not the Colonel you know."

The older man shrugged and opened the back door for the younger one noticing that Ed let out a small hiss as he sat down. He didn't comment on it. Maybe it was the season or his automail or both. Ed didn't want pity that was something all of them knew – even Fuery who was the newest of Roy's team.

It took at least 10 more minutes before Roy was coming down the stairs with Hughes beside him. He didn't wait for Havoc to open the door for him but slipped in himself next to Ed holding the teen's hand and stroking it softly. Hughes took a seat on the passenger's side. Ed was already sweating lightly again and leaned on Roy's shoulder so that he didn't had to sit upright the whole drive to Roy's house.

"Boss, everything alright with you? You're really pale. If I have to pull over just say so."

"Every thing's alright. Just do your job and drive the car."

"You're really grumpy today, you know."

Roy sighed and looked at Hughes who shrugged. They couldn't just tell Havoc in a car what had happened. They didn't want it and Ed didn't want it as well – at least they were sure of that.

"Lieutenant, just drive, please. Hughes will tell you everything, tomorrow."

Havoc raised an eyebrow but nodded. He didn't ask questions if he was provided with some kind of an order. The rest of the drive was silent.

Ed sighed heavily as he sat down on the soft bed. It was still unmade and he could feel the warmth lingering in the sheets – and Mustang's scent. But that was nothing special as he was in Mustang's bedroom sitting on his bed waiting for the man to come back from the bathroom. He had told the teen that he could go out into the hallway to get changed while Ed changed into some soft loose pyjamas but Ed had told him it would be more practical to go change in the bathroom.

Right. So changing. But how exactly? His back had started to burn again after the drive here and his underwear felt as if it was clinging to his backside. He just hoped that there was no blood in there. His first task was to get the pullover over his head. Good that was easy at least easier than getting pants and boxers off himself. He sighed and put the pyjama shirt on. It hung nearly as far down as the pullover but what a lot more comfortable as he didn't sweat too much in that thing. Next thing was worse. He stood up again and loosened the strings on the slacks which held them up. The pants were easily removed as they were loose enough to fall to the floor. But his underwear... He sighed and stepped out of the pile to his feet and got the pyjama pants from the bed and held them in front of him. Soft blue cotton and they smelled just like the rest of the room. If things would have went differently maybe he would still stand here going to get changed into soft cotton pyjamas with his back a little stiff – but it would have been a pleasant feeling knowing that it would have been induced by the man he loved.

He swallowed back his tears and made himself ready to pull his boxers down. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Roy stepped out with a similar but bigger pair of pyjamas on. He had his uniform in his hands – ready to be hung on hangers. He stopped and smiled at Ed but his smile faded as he saw what Ed was about to do and in what condition his boxers were in. The older man hung his uniform into his closet and walked back to Ed who had taken a seat on the bed again. He sat next to the teen and stroked his cheek.

"I'll get a wash cloth with warm water and we'll take our time with getting your boxers off. I'll apply some of the salve again and let you rest here. Hughes will understand."

The teen nodded and laid face down on the bed and Roy got the wash cloth and the salve. As the boxers came off without hurting Ed too much and Roy had applied the ointment where it belonged the older threw the blankets over Ed and let him rest in the bed without the pyjama pants - or anything else for the matter. The younger male sighed heavily and let himself drift off to sleep with the hope that he wouldn't dream.

It was hours later when Ed woke up again feeling more like himself. He looked up and saw that the sun had set outside. He rolled on his back flexing his buttocks a bit. It still felt odd but at least most of the pain had stopped. He sat up slowly and swung his legs out of bed. He stretched a bit and got the pyjama pants from the floor and put them on. The teen took a look in the mirror. He had dark rings under his eyes and his hair was literally everywhere. He sighed and combed with his hands though his hair – at least to look somewhat normal.

He walked downstairs hearing Mustang and Hughes talk in hushed voices as if they didn't want him to overhear whatever they were talking about. But he could guess – it wasn't that difficult after what had happened last night and today. He sighed and made himself known - that he was awake and ready for anything they may discuss now. They looked up to him somewhat surprised to see him standing there. The teen walked over and sat beside Roy on the large sofa in front of the hearth with Hughes opposite them.

"So let's get it over with. I really don't want to wait any longer."

Hughes nodded and sighed. Now came the worst part – telling about the encounters with Ryans. The older man didn't want to know about it but he had to know. There had been several 'toys' in the first drawer of Ryans desk. Some he had seen before, some where news to him but he could imagine what this guy had used them for and then there was that little thing that didn't make any sense at all. A small little bell hanging on a red ribbon. He took the picture and showed it to Ed.

"Can you tell me what this bell was for? Did he tie it around your neck?"

Ed was trembling and breathing loudly through his nose. He starred at the picture in his left hand. With all the things Ryans had done to him the bell was the most humiliating one. He swallowed and lied the picture back on the table.

"Not the neck. He... he used it with..." He was searching one of the items on the several photograph and as he had found it lay it beside the picture of the bell. "He used it with this thing...."

He swallowed and put his hands over his eyes. From all the things inflicted to his body he wanted to forget that once and for all. Hughes walked over to Ed putting a hand on his knee.

"Ed. Edward, look at me." His voice was soft and low like a father's voice trying to calm his child after a horrible nightmare. "He can't do anything to you. You're safe here but we have to know what he did to you so we can make sure he gets what he deserves." He stroked the blond hair. "When you tell me now what he had done then I can make sure that you don't have to tell it to the judge."

Ed sniffed but didn't look up.

"How... how will you make sure? I.. I thought they needed.. my … my testimony in court."

The teen tried to hold his sobs in but failed miserably. Memories were hunting his eyes and his head like it happened all over again.

"We can record what you have said. This way we have your statement and this way you have only to be there if the judge has questions himself. Okay?"

This time the young alchemist looked up and nodded. Hughes prepared the recorder and Roy got some coffee. He handed Ed a tissue so the younger male could whip his tears away. As everything was prepared the teen started to tell them the horror Ryans had put him through.

It was his birthday. It was cold and his automail ached all over. He tried to warm himself up with an extra layer of clothing and gloves but it didn't help. It wasn't the cold from outside that made him shiver it was the knowledge that tonight he would loose another part of his soul by selling it to Ryans and his sadistic games. He swallowed hard. He had done everything so he wouldn't be here tonight. But what good could it bring? Better to get over with it. To him it was a day like all the others but to Al... His younger brother had prepared a small cake for him and he had gotten a scarf from Hughes and his family as a birthday present. He couldn't bring himself to wear it. Not with the man who had taken his virginity.

He swallowed the bile taste back and hoped it would be over fast even though he knew that he wouldn't be able to walk properly tomorrow. He had to lie to Al again making excuses. Telling his younger brother the automail hurt despite it didn't and making him worry again. He didn't even know what he should tell Al if this would go on until summer. He would be sweating to death under the blanket while hiding his back from his brother so he wouldn't see... See the damage Ryans had cost.

He reached the one office he despised so much and was greeted with Ryans sitting – and smirking – behind his desk. The older man got the key from his breast pocket and opened the first drawer. Long gone were the times when this drawer had only contained lube and condoms. Now there were several toys – as Ryans called them – in the drawer and lube and condoms were hidden in the closet.

'Good evening, Edward. I take it that you have gotten my note.'

The older man rummaged through the drawer and seconds later a violet big thing and a little bell on a red ribbon were lying in front of him.

'I heard it was your birthday tonight. Congratulations, Edward. I thought I would reward you with a special gift.'

He got up and walked around the desk. Ed was still standing at the door with his back pressed against it. The Colonel walked over and locked the door – never take a chance at being caught in the act - and guided the teen to the middle of the room.

'Take off all your clothes and lie them over the couch.'

Ed obeyed like he always did and Ryans watched with lecherous eyes as item after item hit the floor and then as Ed carried them to the couch standing naked in front of it. Maybe tonight it would be the couch or it would be the chair – the guy liked to do it on the chair.

'Come to me Edward.'

Ryans had positioned his chair in front of his desk – so it would be the chair Ed presumed. But the guy sat on the chair and got the bell and the violet thing from the desk. They never did it from the front. Ryans disliked to watch Ed while he raped him. So what was it tonight? Had the Colonel changed his mind? The teen swallowed and walked over to the man standing in front of him. The older man bent down and tied the ribbon around the base of Ed's cock and handed him the violet thing.

'That is my special gift for you tonight, Edward. Straddle the dildo after you have made it wet and make the bell ring so that I can hear it.'

Ed looked at the violet thing in his hands. Not only was the bell humiliating but this thing was just big. Ryans didn't have such a huge thing and he still hurt for days after their encounters. He swallowed.

'With what...?'

'With what what, Edward? Making it wet? With your tongue obviously. Now go on, Edward.'

The sweet – disgusting – smile was back on Ryans face. Better get over with it. It couldn't be that hard. He took the rubber thing in his mouth and licked it so it would get wet over and over. He swallowed hard as he took it out of his mouth. It tasted bad and in his mouth it felt even bigger than in his hands. He licked it some more before he put it on the floor and straddled it with his hips. He had never done anything like that before. Not even before Ryans had taken his innocence. It just felt wrong to even think about it because the only connection to sex for Ed was with Ryans.

He implied himself slowly and carefully. His back hurt like hell and he wasn't even halfway done. Ryans got up and stood in front of Ed. The teen stopped and looked up to his tormentor. The Colonel cocked his head and put his hands on Ed's shoulders taking care that he wouldn't touch the automail.

'You're too slow, Edward.'

With those words he pressed the teen down to the hilt and Ed couldn't suppress a scream. His anus felt as if it would be torn apart. He panted heavily while Ryans took his seat again.

'Go on. Make it ring.'

Ed breathed in and started to move his hips. He had closed his eyes and concentrated on his task.

'Faster, Edward. I want to hear it.'

The teen moved his hips faster and without his intention he got hard. His body had never betrayed him like that before. The bell was ringing in his ears and he could feel that his own movements caused his body to stiffen and to get hot. He pressed further down and the tip of that thing hit a spot inside himself that felt good and made him see stars. He hadn't experienced something like that before. He looked up at Ryans who had a sadistic little smile on his face as if he knew exactly what this thing did to Ed's body.

His body and mind felt separated. His mind told him to stop – not to enjoy this but his body wanted the release wanted to feel relaxed. He closed his eyes and before he knew it he felt himself release. Ed let himself fall to the side panting heavily. He felt good in some ways but humiliated and dirty in others and the other ways outweighed the good ways. He closed his eyes so that this guy wouldn't see him crying. He felt the movement behind him. The Colonel took the dildo from Ed. He felt empty and it hurt. The older man bent down and whispered into Ed's ear: 'This was your gift – release. I know you never had some. At least not with me . Now it's my turn, Edward.'

He pulled Ed to his feed and guided him to the chair.

'Sit astride on it and put your hands on the backrest.'

So the teen did – still panting heavily. He felt exhausted and didn't know if he could endure it long enough without passing out before it was over. He heard the rustle of clothing behind him and felt Ryans' dick at his entrance. It was still stretched from the toy but it still hurt as Ryans got inside in one motion. It didn't take long but the bell was still on Ed's penis and with every movement the guy did that thing would ring loudly in the teen's ears...

"Enough!"

Hughes ended the record and Ed looked up at him. He was trembling all over his body. He hadn't even noticed that Roy had put a blanket around him and had lied an arm over the blonde's shoulder. The raven-haired man handed the teen another tissue and loosened the grip on him. Hughes was rubbing his eyes – the glasses were lying in the table. The older man bit his bottom lip and didn't know what to do. He wanted to hurt this guy – badly and when he was done he wanted Roy to burn this ass to ash so no one would ever know that it had been Ryans.

Rape is bad enough but humiliating the teen with that bell and saying it was a gift for his birthday... How should he be able to stand through the trial with Ryans sitting there in a civilian court where he had no right to be?! Hughes exhaled heavily and looked over to the exhausted teen. It was wrong to make him go though this again. He felt the anger hot in his whole body. He sat up straight and put the record on again.

"Just this last question,Ed and we're done for today."

Ed nodded and waited for the question to come.

"How.. how often did he do that to you?"

The teen bit his bottom lip and shook his head.

"I... I don't know. It wasn't that I... counted the.. times."

Hughes nodded.

"You said it was autumn when he first … advanced you. Could you give a possible date?"

Ed hesitated a moment and looked to his hands in his lap.

"October, 3rd."


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