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)Shaay, YaoiFan87, Kichi Hisaki, Marufu-chan, Zion, Koorimechick, Chibi Tsuki Hikari, Mikayashia, xXDemolitionxXxLoverXx, Syao9 (AFF) The Candy Made Me Do It, Ficfan3484, Hikaru9, Dana, Milky, Fly, CassandraD, Dana, Brikay4, NejiBaby101, and KyuubiGurl
Experiment Log
June 25, 1918 That fucking Experiment A tore out the pupil of my eye. If it weren't for our experiment, I would have killed the boy right there. But, I have to cool off. Being mad at the experiments won't make this long process any better. I just have to look up to what's going to happen, for example. The heartbeat. I can't say what James found a few weeks ago was it, but I can tell you that we should hopefully be getting some sign of pregnancy. If none, we're going to start adding aphrodisiacs into the experiments again and try again for another three months. I hope the pregnancy has started, because I don't want to start with nothing again.
-Jonathan Gibson, Head Scientist of Experiment A – Advance Alchemist Society
"Cough. Cough!" Ed's shoulder shook as he convulsed in another fit of coughs. Approaching carefully, Roy took the blonde's tense shoulders and kneaded the stiff muscles. The blonde steadied himself for a second before spitting in the bucket that had been put in the cell for any sick fits that Ed had. They weren't daily until recently, often occurring for hours before disappearing for days on end. "I'm feeling better…" Ed whispered as Roy carried his weakened body to the cot again.
Lying together seemed so natural. Ed pulled Roy's soiled shirt against his face, grimacing at the unwashed smell and greasy feel the colonel had taken on. The treatment given to both alchemists varied so much.
Ed was taken for a bath every two days. He'd been taken outside once every week, for how many weeks (or even if it was such a timeline) the blonde had lost track of. On the other hand, Roy was lucky to receive a bath weekly. The colonel's behavior had caused the man to lose bathing privileges that week. Also, ever since Ed had become so sick, the doctors had almost forgot all about the older man. Had it not been for Riley sneaking in take out foods from local (Ed assumed) restaurants, the man would have long since starved.
Grumbling, Roy wrapped his arms around the blonde. Tension seemed to vanish when the colonel did this. It just seemed to work for Ed, feeling safe in the older man's arms, even though they were no more than lab rats to the people in control.
"Good morning, Ed! Roy!" Riley cheerfully greeted as he opened the cell. A small brown bag dropped on the end of the bed, hitting the colonel on the side. "Today's entrée is a ham and cheese sandwich with the chef's secret sauce – don't ask what it was – there are some interesting looking noodles made by my loving mother. Also got some rolls made with love by the baker's daughter. Ready for your doctor appointment, Ed?" He smiled down.
Glaring back up, Ed snarled. "Leave me alone." He tried ducking back under Roy's arms, but the colonel was already eating his dinner. Ed would be dining with the doctors upstairs, even though Ed claimed Roy was getting the better meal. "Mm." Ed ducked into the brunet colonel's lap.
Chewing thoughtfully on his sandwich, the colonel ran his fingers through messy blonde hair. "What's going on out there?" He spoke hesitantly of the outside world. Subtly, he wanted to know of his troops. Riley was a good man and agreed that even the colonel should know something about what was going on.
"Central's troop population has grown significantly in the last few months looking for you guys. No rock has been left unturned and innocent people are being searched. This has brought a small riot concerning if rights are being upheld." Riots? Searches? Months? Roy's eyes widened drastically. "They're nowhere near here, though. Gibson is too cautious to let them in so early in the experiment." Riley locked the gate behind him before leaning up against the wall.
At his waist, Edward let out a light snore before digging his forehead deeper into Roy's thigh. "You might want someone to come clean out Ed's bucket." Roy advised.
"Reduced to janitor?" Riley joked.
"Didn't say you had to."
"But you were implying." The guard chuckled. "I'll make a doctor. Do so when Ed leaves for his appointment with James." Speaking of which. The doors opened with a click, followed by the soft tapping of heels. Ed grunted out of his sleep, sitting up quietly. "Good morning, Miss Hudson."
The woman smiled her own greeting. "It's almost noon. Anyway, I'm just here for Ed, you know the drill." Grumbling, Ed hoisted himself into his wheelchair awkwardly. From the bed he could hear Roy grunt slightly when a metal linked thigh grabbed his leg. Unable to hide his smile, Ed clicked his legs against the metal frame of his chair.
"Maybe if you helped me, I wouldn't have hurt you."
"You would have anyway. You get off by that." The older man joked. It was all halfhearted insults Roy knew that if he suddenly went all the way nice to the little blonde, he'd regret it at a later date. "Be gone, FullMetal. It's straining my eyes to have to look at you."
"Hey! Who are you calling so short that you can't see him next to a speck of dirt!" Ed screamed, ready to jump out of his seat. Hudson pushed the blonde back down, pulling a comb out of her bag Ed hadn't seen she brought in with her. Carefully, she began brushing the blonde's lengthened hair back, watching with interest at the scrabble the two prisoners needed to feel normal.
Far away, Riley watched carefully. "Hudson, ask Gibson to let us bathe Roy. They're punishing me if I have to take care of him."
Chuckling, Hudson finished braiding Ed's hair before taking the handle to the chair. "I'll bring it up during today's meeting. Come on Ed, let's not leave poor James waiting any longer." Pushing the chair out of the room, she chose to ignore the tongue that suck out towards the colonel and the childish gesture that man gave back. It was in her professional opinion to let the boys cope anyway they deemed fit.
The long walk to the doctors was anything but quick. It was almost like Hudson was taking her time to deliver him to the doctors. Ed glanced behind his shoulder at the woman. She wasn't smiling as naturally as it once had been. The motherly nature that had been on her face as she did his hair was now forced and uneasy. With each step, it faltered more and more until it became a concerned frown. Unable to control himself, Ed shifted in his seat. "What's wrong, Hudson?" He whispered.
"Whatever goes on from this point on, Edward, promise me you won't endanger yourself or anyone else." She grabbed the wheelchair's wheels to stop Ed from moving any further. "You must promise me you won't injure anyone else with acts of immaturity."
Ed's golden eyes widened a fraction. He'd made this promise to Al already, having seen what his actions could cause. He already stole four years of Al's life. After that happened, he'd promised himself that he would never hurt anyone else by his own foolish actions. "I, I promise." He whispered.
"Good." Hudson released her grip and opened the door again. "James! Look who's here!"
Turning from his desk, the middle aged man smirked. "You looking better today, Ed." Ed grunted as Hudson helped him out of the chair and on the medical bed. James lifted the blonde's shirt, baring the boy's belly. "Please remove your shirt, Ed." Uneasily, the blonde complied. Dropping the shirt on the ground, he stared up at the ceiling. Touching. He stiffened when warm fingers circled his nipples. "Does this hurt?" He squeezed the slightly bulging flesh.
Hissing, Ed slapped the hand away. Of course it hurt. He realized it when Roy held him. The pleasure that had once came when Roy would rub the skin was replaced with pain that shifted Ed's mood to annoyance. Again, James touched the other swollen breast, before pulling away for his stethoscope. "Doctor Hudson, will you go fetch Gibson-"
"No! Keep him away!" Ed screeched, sitting up. His muscles groaned at the sudden motion. Hudson made no movement to leave the blonde's side.
"Gibson can hear about everything later. Right now, it's important to confirm what's going on." She pulled up a chair and sat next to the blonde, running her fingers through the boy's hair in a soothing manner. Shrugging his shoulders, James pressed his fingers against the flesh around Ed's pubic bone. Ed grunted.
"Touch right here, Hudson. Confirm to me if there's a lump." The Psychologist raised a red eyebrow before touching the skin herself.
"There is." The woman agreed, rubbing around the area carefully.
Sitting up, Ed blinked. "A lump? Why would there be a lump? Is it a tumor or something?" He couldn't hide the terror in his voice. He'd seen tumors before. Please don't be a tumor, he begged. To who, he didn't know. God? Something deep in him ached.
The doctor ignored him. Putting the stethoscope ear against the 'tumor.' Silence fell across the room as the man listened closely before smiling so wide. "A heartbeat," an astonished statement, "I hear an honest to god heartbeat."
"A heartbeat! My tumor has a heartbeat!" Ed screeched. He wasn't too surprised the doctors ignored his outburst. Trying to sit up, he looked over at the bulge they were talking about. It was barely noticeable! His chest was swollen and this assumed 'tumor' was nothing in comparison! "What's going on? Hudson!
The woman sharply turned another corner, leaving Ed alone in the room with James. Reaching up, he grabbed at James. "What's going on? It's my body! Tell me what's going on!"
Tactlessly (a trend in Doctor James, Edward had long since noted) the man turned to Edward with a wide smile. "Your baby!"
Ed wasn't quite sure if he heard right. It didn't matter what the man said as Ed's head hit the bed in a dead faint.
"Private Harrington! Do you have any permission to let that experiment out in the courtyard?" A hotly doctor tapped her foot furiously. "What if Gibson were to hear about this? He'll run!"
Turning, Riley tapped the handcuffs around Roy's wrist. "I have him bound. He isn't getting any better down in that cell, I've watched him turn from a healthy color to this ghostly look. Maybe it'll also calm him down if he were to see that it's still a gorgeous day outside, people exist other than his usual doctor and guards, and that birds still fly-"
"Being employed here doesn't make you a doctor, private. It makes you a lowly grunt that couldn't make it in the military." She sneered. "I'm telling Gibson of your assumptions about our experiment."
Snorting, Riley turned the other shoulder, dragging Roy with him. "Blow it out your ear. I'm taking this man for a walk, let him swim in the pond, then sunbathe for an hour." At the pond, as Roy dunked himself under the cold water, he couldn't hide his gaze from the soldier watching the scene intently. "Just so you know, I'm not concerned if I'm fired. Anything to get out of this sick job."
Roy mumbled something.
"What?"
"I want you here. You make this bearable. I don't want to imagine what would happen if you abandoned Ed and me with these lunatics." Roy dunked his head entirely under water. So comforting considering where he'd been holed up for god knows how long. "Besides, if we ever get out of here, I'd put you under my command."
Riley's gaze narrowed. "You say that now." He approached a far gate surrounded by woodland, watching the trees blow in the breeze. "If you knew the truth, you'd never say that." The private (really? Roy still couldn't believe this young man had a rank) restlessly moved his body again. "Because the truth is so sick. So twisted that I had to be a part of it. I had to see a new future for mankind. Gibson promised me a warless land where everyone was equal."
Confused, Roy lifted his weight out from the water. In a deep, authoritative tone, he demanded to know what was going on. This man wanted to be accepted so badly…
"I'm not sure," Riley continued, pacing a patch of ground nervously, "I'm not entitled to know the details. What I do know is that Ed – Experiment A – has been conditioned to birth children of the alchemist race. A race full of Alchemist Geniuses, they're called. Leaving us, the simple folks that can't get anywhere in life, far behind." No longer did his voice hold compassion and understand as it had for weeks. Now it was so laced with anger and hated that Roy wasn't quite sure whom it was directed towards. Facing the Flame Alchemist, the 'supposed' soldier choked on a laugh, tears rolling down his face. "Don't you understand?" He whispered.
"Barely." Roy kept his own tone leveled so not to scare away this man. Hoping for the information he'd been wanting forever.
Brushing his tears with his arm, Riley croaked out hoarsely, "You impregnated him, Roy Mustang. You fucking went through with it for these goddamned assholes called doctors!"
Roy saw red. The rumors! That was a lie! Riley was just mocking him and his suspicions. Harassing him like all the others did when he held Ed – his subordinate for Christ sakes! – in his arms, praying for freedom and the blonde's safety. "You're lying."
Riley shook his head negatively. "I wish I were, but I've stood around long enough! I hate this fucking place and this damn experiment. Equals? Hah! Don't make me laugh. They're using you and Ed to create children. Mindless children that can be enslaved by the new government."
"You're crazy."
"I'm not, Roy, I'm being very serious."
"You fucking, lying bastard! Shut up!" Roy slammed his fist into the guards face. He couldn't stop himself as he climbed on the startled man, punching directly in the guy's face. His nose crunched quickly, blood sprayed, but Roy wasn't concerned at all. Lies. All were lies! Ed wasn't pregnant with his child! Edward (it's FullMetal! Roy reprimanded himself) was a boy. He'd touched the boy's dick. He knew how real it was. He knew that Ed didn't have the proper parts to have children.
His fists were grabbed. Riley was staring up at him with a bloodstained face, tears leaking from his eyes as he breathed deeply. "I'm not going to be in this dump any longer. Protect Ed, even if you have to kill that experiment of theirs. Don't fall victim to this devilish acts." Those were the man's last words spoken from the man that evening as the guards surrounded them (four now that Riley had given up his job). The colonel wasn't at all shocked as he was jabbed with a needle, and his vision blurred.
Kill the baby. Protect FullMetal from these doctors. Must…
Experiment Log
June 25, 1918 Personnel crisis today. This will not be stated in the journal. Both experiments know what's going on. Experiment A will be supervised in another room until the pregnancy is further along. Yes, the pregnancy. It was very much confirmed today by James that Experiment A is pregnant, possibly nearing his third month. Had the baby hidden itself? How shocking! We're going to keep Experiment B detained. He knows too much. Our treatment of him with be the same. He is to bathe once a week, receive one meal with all the nutrients a day, have vitamin supplements every morning and evening, and from there he will just be held until we can find another alchemist to produce another child. We might refrain from this until we can confirm the development of Experiment A's child.
-Jonathan Gibson, Head Scientist of Experiment A – Advance Alchemist Society
