By: Selim
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Roy x Ed
Summary: Captured by scientist with plans to develop an advanced alchemist society, Edward is forced to face trials that seem out of his world – and he doesn't even know it!
Warnings: MPREG, Yaoi, and other goodies. Notice, italics within Experiment Log is still the story, but an overview of Ed's behavior, both physical and mental.
Thank you: (FF)Nightshade218, Supernatural-FMA-Junkie15, Dark Kaiser, Silver Candle, Orgo, FMA Maniac, Marufu-chan, I Was Never Here, Kichi Hisaki, YaoiFan87, Zion (AFF) The Candy Made Me Do It, Nomdeplume, Yaoigurl06, Dana, Truly Wished, Milky, Fanfic3484, Sethian, Brikay4, Sandraccon, and CassandraD
Experiment Log
May 2, 1918 It's been a week since we started adding chemicals into Experiment A. For the last seven days, he and Experiment B have intimately connected each night. As it is, I saw no reason to write this. We're going to refrain from using the drugs and let Experiment A's body rest. Hudson has taken a keen interest in his psychological state after this. Experiment B, on the other hand, will be taken down to lab for some chemical work of his own. A week is suggested as not enough. We'll be adding some of the aphrodisiac to Experiment B, but in larger amounts to Experiment A later this week. Until then, let's hope the military gives us time.
-Jonathan Gibson, Head Scientist of Experiment A – Advance Alchemist Society
Roy tapped his fingers repeatedly against the desk, the last week playing like a movie in the back of his head, but no matter how much he tried he couldn't get the film to stop rewinding. Sitting across the table was a doctor with wide bifocals that seemed to take up half his face, probably specially made. The silence wasn't the least bit awkward. The love bites, complimentary from FullMetal during their trysts all week, adorning his neck made the situation awkward.
After awhile, Roy found himself angry for letting himself give in to Ed. Those mews that escaped the blonde were so intoxicating that Roy wanted more. He had tried telling his body no, but when he refused Ed, the blond found other relief – thrusting his hips against the bed, for example. Oh, how Roy hated watching those hips wiggle for relief. That plump bottom covered with loose, blue shorts that hung down because of lack of grip made him come back for more, pounding in the lithe body below him.
His tapping at the desk faltered for only a moment when he realized he was hard. Damn that FullMetal and that alluring body. Obsidian eyes met the silent doctor's, just waiting for the man to ask a question. When none came, Roy let his thoughts continue.
He'd long since dismissed a lot of reasons for what was going on. Like believing the rumor that had gone on years before concerning a medical group wanting to create a 'perfect' alchemist society, no mater what the cost may be. It wasn't his business at the time. He found the information pure poppycock. Even now, he saw it as myth and rumors taken out of proportioned. Besides, Ed was a boy (Roy knew this now very well) and as far as the colonel was aware, he was very much a man.
Maybe there was nothing going on and this was a terrible dream? He had lots of enemies. Perhaps he was unconscious? But, then again, Edward had never plagued his subconscious. Maybe he was more concerned about Ed's disappearance than he thought? Sighing, Roy reached for a cup of coffee that he'd been given at the beginning of the silent conference. His glass was almost gone, but it eased his nerves to have some caffeine. This was obviously just ground, something he rarely got on his good days back at Central.
The doctor raised his glasses, pushing them back on his oversized nose. "I understand you and Experiment A had quite the romantic fling this last week. Want to talk about it?"
Rolling his eyes at the ridicules name Experiment A, Roy muttered, "I had a fling with an Edward 'FullMetal' Elric. I've never heard of this 'Experiment A' you speak of. And this fling you speak of, was no more than some medical attention I could give that you failed to come help handle."
"I fail to understand what you're saying." The doctor smiled, leaning forward. "You've been living with Experiment A, our greatest study ever and according to our surveillance you two did it every night for the last week. If that's not a fling, I don't know what is."
"A condemned fling, isn't it?" Roy smiled. "I'm amazed you didn't send a priest in there to pull us apart – that is, unless you caused it yourself." Pulling himself up on the table so his cold eyes could meet the doctor's grave gaze. "I know you caused it, too. I don't know what you did, but when I do find out I'll beat you to death, then burn you beyond recognition."
The look the doctor gave him changed for a second, if not longer, before a coy smile fell onto him. "Sedate him."
Realization kicked in, and Roy flung his chair back as he was thrown to the ground by the buff guard that had brought him to this meeting. Flinging his arms up, he connecting his first with the guy's nose as a needle was shoved into his arm. Without a worry, Roy jumped to his feet, grabbing the door handle to throw the obstacle open. Running down the hall, he was a good distance from the doctor when his right side of the body grew heavy and he fell forward.
No. He had to get out of here. Continuing his trek, he waddled towards another door, fumbling to open it. Cursing, he felt the other side of his body relax, causing him to collapse and knock his jaw against the handle. Grumbling, he fought on the floor as both the doctor and the guards surrounded him. "Take him to the lab." The doctor ordered, moving away.
With a yell of fury, Roy tried fighting back. And like always, it didn't help.
Shivering, Ed tried to pull away as the doctor's stethoscope pressed against his abdomen. Next to him, Powell was rubbing his shoulder, pulling out some stiffness that had begun at the beginning of the week. "All seems fine down here. Now, what is it that you wanted to talk about before?"
Nodding, the alchemist pushed himself up on the bed with help from Powell. "I- I don't know much about sex." He whispered, ashamed. "Earlier this week, R-Roy and I did… you know, and when he was about to…you know in me, he started tugging out like he was stuck. Is it supposed to happen like that?" Nervously, he played with the sheets on the bed, ignoring the surprised look on both men in front of him and behind him.
"No, not really." The doctor whispered. "Would you like me to check the muscles down there, for anything wrong, Mr. Elric?" The doctor touched the boy's shorts, and Ed tugged away, shaking his head quickly. "Okay. Let me ask you this: Did it happen more than once?"
"No."
It was Powell that rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe your muscles locked with the intrusion. It happens to a few people during sex. They get stuck inside until the muscles stop constricting. There's no need to worry unless it happens several times. Lean forward, Ed." Moving his hands down to the small of Ed's back, he pressed hard until a small moan escaped the blonde's mouth. "Does your back feel any better now?"
"Oh…yes…" Edward smiled sweetly. Throwing his leg to the side of the medical cot, Edward prepared to jump towards his wheelchair. "I'm hungry." He finally admitted as the doctor pushed him towards the door.
"We'll stop by the cafeteria and see just what there is to eat." The doctor smiled proudly as he used his back to hold a door open for Edward as they entered a larger room where three others sat and ate. "Doctor Gibson! Good evening!" He smiled at the aged doctor on the other side of the room. "Edward, this is Doctor Jonathan Gibson, the Head Scientist here." He pushed Edward over to the man. Shock was the first thing that Edward could scrape up as he stared in the man's aged eyes. Next thing he knew, his fist connected with the scientist's face.
Really, he wasn't sure! One second he was smiling, being pushed by his doctor, next he was pretty much climbed on an old man, slamming his fist into the guys face calling him every name that was usually reserved for just his father and the colonel. Edward didn't have many people he hated (okay, he did, but no one needed to know). This man he hated more than his own father. This man! Gibson caused what was going on with him, obviously as head scientist. "I hate you!" Ed screamed as he was lifted off the ground and pushed into his seat.
Powell was rubbing his shoulders, calming him down again. "Relaxed?" He asked. Ed nodded. "Good. I'm so sorry Doctor Gibson; we weren't expecting this to happen. He seemed so calm before we entered."
The old man rubbed his face. "It's no worry. Just get him something to eat and return him to his cell. Jones said that Experiment B has already been delivered in there." He took his seat again, ignoring the handkerchief that was pressed against his nose by a frantic nurse. "Then have all doctors report to my office for further instruction."
With a nod of conformation, the group moved about and Ed found himself being pushed through the corridor that led to his cell. Roy was in there, just like Gibson said, sleeping peacefully on the bed. "Jerk." Ed muttered, using on hand to grab the wheel of his chair as Powell unlocked the door. "Doctor, could you explain why I was hot that day, though? And every day, after my vitamins?" He pushed himself in the room compliantly.
"It might be a chemical reaction. We'll look into it, just tell me if today vitamins do anything to your system."
"Okay." Edward smiled, waving as the door was shut. When the clatter of rubber against the ground was gone, the blonde turned towards the bed, using his good foot to kick the bed, startling the colonel awake. With a loud yawn, the colonel sat up and helped Edward climb over and onto the bed. Collapsing, Edward felt his chin collide with the colonel's crotch, earning a hiss from the older man. Pushing himself up, Edward couldn't hide the laughter. "Sorry, colonel." He smiled.
Puffing, the colonel helped raise the blonde off his lap. "Just get off me." He lifted himself up on the pillow behind him, helping Ed lean back against the chilled wall. "FullMetal, I know something is going on here. I have a vague idea what happened earlier, that was caused by these so-called doctors. Don't let them just touch you. U-Up to something." The colonel froze, stuttering slightly.
"Are you okay, colonel?"
Saying he wasn't, the colonel moved to the other side of the cell, sitting in the dirt. "Go to sleep, Ed. I won't fall victim to these urges."
"Are you hot now?" Edward whispered, brushing his messy blonde hair back. He should ask to keep the brush with him, so he didn't have to go around with tangles. The colonel quietly said that it was the heat. Leaning forward some, Edward smiled. "Colonel, I can help you with that heat."
"Stay away from me FullMetal, or I'll kill you."
Blinking, Edward laid back on the cot, his right leg spread out from his stubbed one, letting his shorts air out. Roy lowered his head further into his knees. "Roy," He whispered, almost seductively, "you were nice to me when I was going through that heat. It's the least I can do." Ed smiled, hooking his fingers under the waistband of his pants. He really wanted to do this. Help Roy that is. Looking down his body, he could see Roy's eyes staring up from the juncture of his legs. That made the blonde feel better, knowing he at least had Roy's attention.
Sliding his pants down his stubbed leg, he leaned back against the wall. "You can do it to me, if it'll make you feel better," Ed whispered. "I'm doing this for you, colonel. All you have to do is come over here, and…" He was silenced when harsh lips met his own. Damn, Ed thought, the colonel moves quick when he wants some! He groaned as his legs were spread and a hard muscle was pressed against the outer rim. Without a second thought, the Colonel was pushing himself into Ed with one thrust. Groaning, the FullMetal Alchemist arched off the bed, wrapping his arms around the older man's neck.
Pulling out, the Flame Alchemist turned Ed on his stomach, using the blonde's legs to position the boy's bottom up in the air for easy access before he slammed his hips back in. Screaming, Ed dipped his head into his pillow, trying to silence his cries when the colonel nailed that one spot again. If only he had his other arm! The blonde groaned. How he wanted to just have a long kiss with the colonel now, but there was no way he could pull the colonel's head towards his lips and still remain propped up with his left arm. A squeak escaped his lips when the Colonel bit his shoulder blade.
"They're doing something to us." Roy finally whispered into Ed's ear as his hips speed up and the bed creaked, threatening to collapse. "Poisons? Aphrodisiacs? Likely the later. It's the only thing I can think of that would, ugh…" He moaned, his arms tightening around Edward's stomach so the teen wouldn't collapse face first in the pillow. His other hand snaked around, grasping hold of Ed's swollen dick, pumping it to full attention. Ed screamed again as he was struck with double pleasure. His stomach coiled with the lust.
"H-Harder."
Roy complied, slamming his hips up. His next thrust, he remained sheathed at the head of his penis before returning to the hilt. With animalistic thrusts, Roy's quivering penis scratched against the sides of Ed's semen wet passage, making Ed's squealing louder as the boy finally came, collapsing on the soiled mattress, his bottom in the air. Grabbing the sides of Ed's hips, Roy thrust again. With a shudder, he filled the blonde before collapsing. Under him, Edward tried catching his breath before giggling. "Get off me colonel."
Obeying, Roy was about to pull out when Ed tightened his rectum muscles. "Don't pull out. The heat's going to start up again soon." Sitting back against the wall, Roy watched with interest as Ed positioned himself over his lap, slowly lowering his body to slap against his balls. "I, I want to try something this time."
"You don't have to," Roy whispered, kissing Ed's lips.
"I want to."
As the heat resurfaced, the colonel captured Ed's lips in a long, harsh kiss. "I promised your brother I'd rescue you. I will Edward. I'll save you from these scientists."
Unsure what to say, Edward let his body move as the next attack hit Roy.
Experiment Log
May 3, 1918 From this day on, my orders are as following: Experiment A is to remain in his cell except for his vitamin visits. Dinner is to be served in the cell; a small table will be delivered so he can eat. Hudson is to visit only when Experiment B is not in the room. Doctor Powell will refrain from therapy every day in order to handle Experiment A once every week. Experiment B is to receive the usual medicines to keep his strength up for fathering a child as well as one daily aphrodisiac. His organs are to be checked weekly incase there is failure with these aphrodisiacs. Until my next log,
-Jonathan Gibson, Head Scientist of Experiment A – Advance Alchemist Society
