I'm back with a new chapter for a different story! Uh... -whispers- Ed, what did I have to say?

Edward: Hell if I know.

Roy: Did you even /have/ anything to say?

Me: Well... Uh... No. I guess I didn't. Hm, that's odd. Ah well.

Thank you to everyone who reads this! And thanks to the people who favorite/alert me/this story, and the ones who review! (I /do/ read them, even if I don't get the chance to reply to them. xD)

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist; I never did and never will, unless Hiromu Arakawa decides to gift me with it one day. Now, why the hell would she do that? That's what I thought.

Warnings: Foul language, violence, RoyEd cuteness.

Enjoy! =D

"Don't mess him up too bad." the soldier at the door instructed, taking a key from around his neck.

"Be careful, alright? I'll be right out here if he tries anything." Roy whispered, leaning down just a bit so only the blond standing in front of him could hear what he'd said. Edward nodded, that bit of hair that always stuck up bouncing.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry." The door swung open. Golden eyes narrowed at it as the young alchemist stepped forward, hand slipping out of Roy's. One blue eye met his, and he had to bite down hard on the tip of his tongue to distract himself from the fear and nausea. Unsurprisingly, that didn't help. His fists hit the table in the middle of the room. It was a miracle it didn't crack, what with how hard he'd hit it.

The man was still recovering from where Roy had burned him. There were bandages all over him, and the skin on his face was disgusting- even more than it had already been- to Ed. The bastard deserved it. He deserved fucking worse, and the Fullmetal Alchemist intended to make sure he got everything that was coming to him. But first, there were a few things that needed to be cleared up.

"Why?" Silence met the one-word question. A smirk worked its way onto the blue-eyed man's face. His name- the one that had been given to them, at least- was Ramon. No last name. No files. The man didn't exist. There was nothing on him. That was almost as scary as what he'd done.

"Because I wanted to hear you scream." Ramon answered. From all that his tone suggested, they could have been discussing the weather or what they were going to have for dinner that evening. Edward barely suppressed a flinch.

"Why me?"

"And what if there was no reason, Blondie?" His automail fist, still where it had landed on the table, tightened. He was itching to punch, and what the hell ever else he felt like doing, the guy, but he held back.

"There was a reason." That smirk on the blue-eyed man's face never faltered. "Now tell me." That was when the smirk turned twisted and evil.

"I wanted the Fullmetal Alchemist- alchemist of the people among the military's dogs- on his hands and knees in front of me, screaming and begging and crying. I. Wanted. You. Vulnerable. At my mercy." Edward's eyes widened, stinging, as his hands fell open and he collapsed into a chair, breathing heavily.

"And the others?" he croaked, unable to look at Ramon anymore.

"Along for the ride. Of course, their help was greatly appreciated. Probably wouldn't have managed it on my own."

"Where are they?"

"You're so cute, thinking I'd give them up like that." Bone crunched under steel, anger flashing in Edward's golden eyes to mix with the disgust and the hint of fear that he was unable to hide. Ramon cursed loudly, doubling over and covering his bleeding- probably broken, which Edward was extremely happy about- nose with his hands. The blond leaned back in the chair, shaking his hand out as if to return feeling or fling blood off of the gleaming automail.

"Where. The fuck. Are they?" he growled, hand fisting on his knee again.

"I don't fucking know, alright? Dammit!" the blue-eyed man replied, voice muffled by his hands.

"Why isn't there any information on you? The military can't find anything." Ed bit out, jittery. He wanted to beat the shit out of the guy and get out. Being in the same room with the same man who'd raped him days ago wasn't something he liked. At all.

"Now, that's something I can't tell you, Blondie."

"Why the hell not?"

"Just can't. Gonna have to figure that one out for yourself. You're a smart boy. I bet ya can do it." Edward gritted his teeth.

"Fine." He was through with the stupid questions. After a few punches to the face, Ramon stopped trying to block. With a well-placed kick- no children for Ramon, and that was probably doing everyone a favor- Edward got the blue eyed man on his knees, jerked his head back by a handful of sandy brown hair, and stared down at him. "You disgust me. Who the hell rapes someone? And with a group of other men helping? You're fucked up." The next punch to the man's jaw had him pushing himself up with one hand, spitting blood out on the floor. There were strands of sandy hair in Edward's flesh hand.

"Alright, Blondie. Enough's enough." Hands on the blond's hips twisted him around and shoved him, face first, into one of the cinderblock walls. There was weight against his back. He didn't see the room in Central Headquarters anymore; all he saw was a dark alley, men grinning at him and doing things to him that he'd never even thought about.

"No!" he screamed, desperation making his voice sound raspy and causing the word to die at the end. The heel of his left foot slammed back into the man's shin, causing him to stumble back. Ed's hands clapped together, one slapping against the wall. Ramon couldn't move anymore. Edward had done the same thing he'd done with the man who'd tried to freeze the command center over so many years ago, the one who'd had a Stone. Granted, he'd have to put the wall back right later; bits of it protruding at different lengths to lock the blue-eyed rapist in place. Just as the door was shoved open, he slumped against one of the undisturbed walls- exhausted, dizzy, and as weak and nauseous as if he'd just run for days on end.

"Edward!"

"Hey, what happened?"

"I knew I shouldn't have fucking let you come in here alone!" Roy growled, almost hugging Ed hard and keeping him hidden from Ramon. One of the blond's hands raised weakly, stopping him.

"Don't. Not for a minute. I need- I need air." He stumbled out, legs feeling like jelly, shaking all over. To avoid contact with anyone, Edward went out to the back of the building, squatting down in the grass by the door, head in his hands. He didn't hear the general follow him out, nor did he notice when the other knelt down in front of him. And Roy didn't say anything. Just sat there and waited until the younger man finally took a deep breath and looked up, eyes blood-shot and wide.

"What did he do?" the dark-haired man asked, tone even.

"Sh-shoved me against the wall. Pressed against m-my back. Th-thought he was g-gonna-" Edward's throat tightened and he stopped talking, looking back down at his open palms. "I didn't think h-he'd try an-anything. N-Not with y-you right outside." Roy's fingers dug into the grass and dirt as he clenched his fists, teeth grinding together.

"I'll fucking kill him."

"That's my job."

"I think we can work something out." the general replied, smirking. The blond managed a weak smile. The other held out a hand. It was his way of offering contact, not wanting to startle Ed by touching him. The younger alchemist hesitated, then lay his hand on top of it, squeezing lightly. The squeeze was returned, and his shoulders relaxed a bit, slumping. "Did he say anything?" Edward looked away, swallowing hard before nodding his head.

"He wanted me to beg and scream. He wanted me vulnerable and at his mercy. That's why he did it. Because of where I stand in the military, my reputation. The others didn't really have a reason. They just… joined in." His grip tightened on Roy's hand. If it had been the automail right hand, the general would have probably needed automail himself.

"We'll get them, Ed. All of them. Don't worry. It'll be fine." The older alchemist could tell Edward didn't believe it, but he nodded anyways. He just wanted it to be over, and he was sure Roy wanted it to be over with as well. They could go back to their normal life, with a bit of an adjustment: Ed didn't want to give the general up. As long as he'd keep him, the blond intended to stay.

"W-Will you st-still want me? A-After all th-this is done?" Coal black eyes blinked at him, shocked by the questions.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I-I don't know." the younger alchemist mumbled, looking down to his knees. "J-Just… I'm not sure of anything a-anymore. Wh-What if you're only d-doing this because I'm vulnerable or some shit like that?"

"Ed, that's not it at all. Even if this hadn't happened, I'd… I'd still want you. And I'll want you after it's all over." Roy answered, giving the blond's hand a reassuring squeeze. Edward sighed and nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He was still shaking from earlier, but his breath had evened out and he was pretty sure he could stand up again.

"Let's go back in." he mumbled, standing up and pulling Roy to his feet in the process. They walked side by side through the halls, so close their arms were brushing. The general stopped in front of the door to the interrogation room, where two more soldiers had showed up.

"Take him back to his cell. Find his accomplices at all costs. Get the information out of him; I don't care what it takes. And if you can't? Then I'll take a turn." He tugged one glove down so it fit better, transmutation circle on the back fully visible to the three soldiers standing at the door. They saluted.

"Yes, sir, Brigadier General Mustang." Roy smiled and continued his walk down the hall, Edward hurrying to fall into step beside him.

"Mind if we stay at my place tonight? I need a night in a bed. The floor's really starting to hurt my back." he asked, smirking over at the other.

"Oh, shit! I didn't know! Yeah. Of course. Just run by my dorm and let me grab some clothes, alright?"

"Sure."

After a quiet ride and a few very entertaining minutes of Edward running around his dorm grabbing clothes and things he'd need for his stay at the general's house, the blond was sprawled out on the bed in Roy's room- without the man's knowledge, of course- with a book in his hands. There was a wide range of books in the general's library, from science and history volumes to fiction and erotic novels. Edward had the misfortune of picking up one of the erotic ones, but he hadn't felt like getting up and going to pick out a different one, so he'd started reading it anyways. The mattress dented, causing the younger alchemist's cheeks to flush and him to snap the book closed.

"Mm, I didn't know you read those." a deep voice mumbled in his ear; he blushed even darker.

"I don't. I accidentally picked it up and… didn't feel like exchanging it?"

"That sounded like a question."

"Shut up, Roy." The man chuckled and kissed the side of his neck, flipping the book over to read the back. "It's… different than what I thought. Not like that night at all."

"Did you think it would be?" Edward swallowed hard and nodded jerkily.

"I-It sorta fucked with my view, yeah." Lips brushed the side of his neck again, this time making him shudder.

"It's- most definitely- not anything like that." One hand was resting on the shorter man's hip, the other holding him up.

"I think I might like to try that. Someday, maybe… you could show me?" Ed looked down at the comforter, cheeks burning.

"Whenever you want." The tip of the older alchemist's tongue slipped out, dragging along a vein until it reached the hollow behind the blond's ear. Golden eyes widened, shivers working up his spine.

"Not tonight. I'm not ready."

"I know."

Will I ever be? Edward thought, looking down at the bed sadly. He felt Roy shift his weight on the bed, then fingers brush his golden blond bangs back and lips press against his temple.

"Don't worry. Eventually, you will be." It made Ed wonder if Roy could read his mind, and he nodded slowly.

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Son of a bitch! I need to quit listening to new music and getting new mother fucking ideas for stories! -hitting my head against a wall-

Edward: I don't think I like that idea. O.o

Roy: I bet the people who read your stories like it, though.

Me: Shut the fuck up! Having this many idea swimming around in your head is not healthy! T_T Anywho, hope you liked this chappy! Leave a review! Ciao! =D

hugs&kisses~ Madarao