To MantaCat: Your reviews make me giggle.
To Taisiya Yuyu: I would be okay with that! As long as there was love. ❤ Though I imagine Roy would crave more, and while Ed understands that, he will be curious and ask about it in the future.

I'm in so much pain.

I know he managed to crack one of my ribs, despite my attempts to block him.

My back-

He's been throwing me around and slamming my body in so many ways, and the pain is back nearly as cripplingly as before.

He's had enough of my yelling and stuffs something in my mouth to gag me. I don't feel it there or recognize the hindered breathing for anything other than pain, but I know what it is when I feel the gag reflex and vomit what little lies in my stomach out into my cramped mouth.

I can't fight much longer, Roy. Where are you?

"You're a resilient little shit," Devon growled, clutching Ed's head by the hair. "But I'm getting tired of your mouth."

He silenced Ed with a balled-up rag, intrigued when at first there was no reaction. He grinned when Ed vomited into the gag, extreme nausea on his face as he began coughing and reaching for the gag with his only good hand.

"Ah-ah-ah! It stays in. Everything. I don't want to hear any more of your crap." Devon grabbed Ed's left wrist and yanked roughly on it, aggravating the pain in his shirtless upper body as his ribs were jarred.

Ed hissed and continued his struggle to escape the abuse, attempting to scoot away using his right elbow. When he realized his captor had kept hold of his left arm, he lashed out with his right leg, freeing himself with a kick to Devon's neck.

Another feral growl of warning escaped Ed's throat, causing only choking that made him freeze as he struggled to breathe through the messy obstruction in his mouth and the pain of his cracked rib.

"Geez. I've broken your body but not your spirit. This isn't any fun. How do I break you all the way?"

Devon reached forward to gently run his hand over Ed's cheek, brushing a deceptively gentle feather-touch across the skin.

"You live with another man, huh? I guess you're gay, then?" Devon watched Ed carefully for a reaction to the touch, receiving none even when he reached down to run his hand across Ed's inner thigh. "What, you can't feel your skin either? Holy hell man, what kind of life do you have, why do you keep living?"

Devon finally earned a reaction when he grabbed Ed's ass and gave it a tight squeeze, the deep pressure registering in Ed's panicked mind. He gasped in terror and tried his damnedest to get away, fear finally marring the pain and replacing defiance in his resolve.

"Oh, you felt that, huh?" Devon pinned Ed to the floor, one leg on Ed's right as he held Ed's only good arm with the right hand buried excruciatingly under his own body. He held fast as Ed tried desperately and futilely to escape the grasp of his kidnapper with muffled screams of protest.

"Whassamatta? Don't you get this luxury treatment at home?" Devon cooed mockingly, sliding his hand across Ed's rear and down into his pants. "You sent me to prison, kid, and it fractured my future. Well now I'm gonna return the favor!"

Devon slipped his finger into Ed's rear, holding him steady as he jolted in fear and writhed frantically, his muffled screams of desperation going unanswered.

He-he-

No. No. No!

I'm not-

I don't want this. I can't take this!

Get off of me-get out of me!

I scream and try to get out of his grasp, but I'm weak from pain and abuse and not eating.

My back arches as he digs in further, shocking my system with pain and nausea and violation and that's it I'm done-

I don't know how, but I whip around and manage to throw him off. Unsure of how long I have my mind reacts quickly and I remember a circle, I know what to do-

Suffering through the unbearable pain that has become my right hand, I cry into the gag as I stretch the fingers and slam my hands together. I drop down to the ground as my hands meet it, causing the explosion of air that sends me rolling and tumbling despite how close I had been hugging the floor.

I wonder what the explosion sounded like. I had never used it before, but judging from how far I had rolled, it was powerful enough to do what I'd hoped-knock him off his feet and stun him.

I don't know how long I have though. I can't take a minute of reprieve, I have to escape him and this place before he comes after me again-

Hell I wish I had my leg!

I crawl as quickly as I can, gasping from the pain in my rib. I think he only broke one.

I pause only for a moment to pull the soiled rag from my mouth to free my heavy breathing, never so glad for my lack of taste and smell, before pushing on.

Damn automail damn hand dammit where's the wall?

It's just like home-if I can find the wall, I can find a doorway and try to escape.

Is he just standing there, watching and waiting for me to get close to freedom only to drag me back in?

It doesn't matter. I won't stop fighting.

Does he think he's going to break my spirit? He's gonna have to kill me first. He doesn't know what I've already seen, the hell that I've been through even before I lost my senses.

But I really need to get back to Roy.

I keep moving, finding the wall as my head bumps painlessly against it.

That probably would have hurt if I could feel it.

Focus, Edward!

Hell, I hurt so much.

I choose right and turn, keeping my body angled to lean against the wall as I crawl. Unfortunately, I think I need the support of the wall or I'd fall over and not be able to get up.

My path takes me through something slick and I slide, falling onto my left side and knocking my head against the wall. I scramble to return to my crippled crawl to escape his captivity, fear gripping me because I don't know when he's gonna catch me.

A doorway!

I've never been so happy to reach out and find only air.

I scurry into the new room, keeping close to the wall for bearing's sake. Moving as quickly as I can, I hit some things that I assume are furniture because they don't move easily like an open door would, though I wish I could find the damn exit door!

Shuffle, shimmy, scoot, slip! What was that slick stuff? It's slippery. I give it a sniff, then laugh at myself for even trying.

Keep moving, Elric. You have to get out of here alive, worry about your sanity later.

Door, door… hell, even if I find it, it's gonna be a bitch to open it.

Why can't Roy just appear and rescue me? The rest of the way, at least.

I hang my head as I remember his moments of sheer incompetence.

Sure, he's given me my life back… but honestly, I'm glad I was able to defend myself.

Just don't tell him that to his face, Ed. You're trying to make nice.

The hell with making nice, I just got kidnapped!

I collapse from sudden exhaustion, panting heavily from the pain and exertion as they threaten to strand me in this alien and hostile place.

No, no, no, get up Ed, you can't give up now! You're so close!

How the hell would you know?

He could be standing right in front of me and I'd never know until it was too late.

I suck in a sharp breath of unsettlingly familiar panic, searing my ribs with more pain. I scold myself in disbelief.

You're having a panic attack? Here, now? Get a grip!

My body shakes as I battle to regain control of my fractured nerves and erratic breathing.

You haven't let him see you break yet. Don't give in now.

I find the energy inside me and crawl forward, suffering onward for the goal of two men.

Fullmetal and Flame.

Freakin' fags.

I snort in laughter and pause my advance to relax my heaving ribs.

I called myself a fag! Haha.

And yet I'm still a virgin. I wonder if I'll die a virgin. Because even though I love him...the thought of sex really turns me off. I think it's my condition more than anything else.

I wonder how he feels about us physically?

You'll never know if you get stuck here, so keep moving!

Door. Door. Door!

A depression in the wall tells me that I found a door. I just hope it's my way out of this place.

I balance oddly on my right knee and the stump of my left, reaching up to fumble with my good hand in search of the knob. Turn, turn, it surprisingly opens easily and tells me that it was unlocked.

I hope this is the exit door!

I tumble out as the door gives way and I suffer a loss of balance, unluckily landing on my right hand again. I clench my teeth together to hold in my cry of pain so as not to alert my captor.

What I wouldn't give for one of my medicated meals now.

I begin crawling again, steadily feeling my core temperature lower. Either it's really cold in this room...or it's nighttime and I've made it outside.

To freedom.

I push on, having no way of knowing my destination or if I'm crawling right into the path of traffic or hungry animals. I'd take either over that kidnapped again, holy hell.

Why would someone attack a handicapped man?

I know I haven't been the nicest person in my past, but to garner that wrath when I could barely defend myself? I hope I can tell Roy about him, and he'll burn the bastard to a crisp.

"Flame," I wheeze, my movement slowing for my exhausted body, the permeating cold only amplifying my aches and pains at every movement. "Snap, need heat…"

I've traveled a short distance further when I feel hands grasping me under the ribs. Fearful that my captor has returned, I bear the pain as I try to escape the touch.

"No! No!" I'm free in moments, but there's a pain in my right hand as it's touched and I tear it away, rolling onto my back to defend myself with what limbs I have and there's a hit to my chest so I make a hit to his face with my leg-

I can't go back, I can't, I have to find Roy, I need Roy, leave me alone!

I'm outside. I can call for help!

I scream as loud as I can, thrashing as he tries to silence me with a pressured hand on my mouth.

No, no, I won't go back! I'll never stop fighting you!

I will my mouth open and bite down, unsure if I had bitten him until the pressure leaves and I resume my loud screaming.

I hope someone will come, because I can't find Roy alone.