Warning,: This is mature. If you are not mature, then don't continue, there will be a lemon later in the story. there are bad things that are going to happen. beware of Gender bending.

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Ed? If I did, he'd be running away, very very fast like Sonic the hedge hog (thanks Pip.) from Mustang right now... I don't own Death Note either, though I did adopt Mello and Near.

BTW: The next few chapters will be Ed. I can't do this kinda lemony stuff in big stints...just... no...I'll Get back to Winry when it's all over for Ed, and he calls her.Okay? Oh, And Roy has no idea that Ed is in Winry's body. Sorry for any confusion there.

ED HATES ROY (in this). Just in case that wasn't clear. He was feeling some pleasure from the physical stimulation. NOT HIS FAULT. Ed loves Winry in this one.

Ed's point of view

"Roll over" Mustang ordered.

Ed's eyes widened. He wanted to reach up and take the rag from his mouth, voice some form of protest, but the homicidal look in the black orbs of the man above him forbade it. So he rolled over. Edward winced as the rope burn inflicted by Russel, and likely Roy from other nights, were irritated further by a tight coil of rough bonds. His hands were tied together, in the middle of his back, placing his elbows at an awkward angle. He whimpered as the Colonel yanked him to his knees by the junction of his hands, making his shoulder blades emit a sickening 'pop' sound. Unable to keep his balance when the colonel let go, Ed landed face first in a pillow, avoiding another introduction to the head board by mere inches. The colonel did nothing to make Edward more comfortable, was quite fine with having his partner almost being smothered to death by the pillow, until Edward managed to twist his head to the side.

"Tiphen, nwooo." Ed managed around the cloth in his mouth, meaning 'Ti-San, no" quite obviously. He turned his head again, craning his neck in hopes of giving the man his tearful glance, eliciting perhaps a measure of sympathy, remorse, mercy...His blue orbs clashed with the black, the hollow black. Black as death, rotting, decaying death. Black as ashes...with the deadly flame behind them. There was no mercy in those eyes. Ed whimpered into the cloth an turned his head away.

"That's right whore" Mustang murmured soothingly, "Turn away, accept your fate." Roy started rubbing Winry's back, that material of the gloves causing micro abrasions on the smooth skin, making Ed sob harder into the sopping fabric in his mouth, not just from the pain, but from the whole misleading aspect of it all. Mustang was giving him a back-rub and it was hurting, like sandpaper down his spine. He winced as Mustang pressed a smidgen harder, resuming his monologue. "You are Mine. No one else would want you. You're a filthy little thing, no one else would touch you. If my touches are to harsh, too bad, they're all you will get."

Edward managed to spit the cloth out, his sobs had loosened it from his jaws. "That's not true. Wi..Edward loves me!" He cried out as Roy dug his fingertips into Winry's lower back. Edward suddenly felt himself being dragged backward, Winry's knees sliding across the slippery sheets. He gasped in mild pain and extreme surprise as Roy entered him from behind, knocking the air out of him. He was utterly silenced at this turn of events. Yes, he knew it would happen, but he was in the middle of an argument with the colonel, he couldn't just try to fuck his way out of the conversation, as ...stressed as it was. But that seemed to be exactly what Mustang was intent on doing. Edward felt new tears spring behind his eyes as he realized that he had just lost his virginity to the bastard, even though he hadn't physically...he felt everything. Mentally, he was having sex.

"I hate you!" He screamed at Mustang in frustration, knowing better than to wiggle away, or strain at the bonds that Mustang was now leaning on, his chest pressing uncomfortably on Winry's forearms, putting pressure on her shoulders and wrists. Mustang slammed in harder, placed his lips next to Winry's ear. "You don't have to like me. And Edward doesn't love you. There is no way he could ever love you, not how you are with me. You are a whore" he spat the word, "And Edward will never love you. No-one will ever love you."

Edward was inflamed by this man's blatant lies."I don't want to be with you. I'm sure Edward would understand. After all, I'm pr-TEcTiNghim." The last word was inarticulately garbled as Edward involuntarily reacted to Mustang's motions, how he just brushed that one spot. Damn that bastard. Ed didn't want to feel all woozy and rushed and that heady feeling of endorphins running around his brain. He coughed pointedly, but Mustang continued his moans and motions, and Edward simply tried to ignore the heaving mass of sweaty horny male that was pounding the hell out of his..er..Winry's G-spot. "I'm Protecting him...I'm Ah..Sure he'd..oooohh. Understand. I know he...mmmm...He lllovesme. He p-p-p-proposed to meee." The motions slowed almost imperceptibly.

"I knew ... about that." Roy grunted "Edward told me...he asked for some...advice...What...did you...say...?"

Edward snorted, Ed-like,"Like you actual /gasp/ mmmm actually care."

Mustang started fucking furiously, grabbing Edward by the hips and slamming himself inside repeatedly with whiplash inducing force.

Edward thought he was going to be sick. His arms felt like they were going to break as Roy put more and more of his weight on the small limbs, and the friction in the areas he wasn't used to was unbearable. He shuddered as he felt Roy tremble above him, then felt that slight pulsating he recognized from earlier, this time not at his lips but at Winry's...he closed his eyes tight and tried not to even think. Tried not to think about the man raping him. Tried not to think about the piece of flesh that was going in and out of his body too forceful, to fast. Tried not to think about how disgusting this was. Tried not to think about the searing heat that filled him when Mustang exploded inside.

Tried is an operative word.

Please review...t'was so hard to write this chapter and all of the lemony stuff. I actually cried for Edward a few times.