Konoko: This story kinda came to me early in the morning while I was sleeping so I typed it up for everybody. It's my first FullMetal Alchemist fanfic so please review after you read so I know what you think of it. criticism is cool and if anything is bad to you go ahead and tell me. I'm warning you ahead of time there is shonen-ai, yaoi or what ever you want to call it. for those who don't know what that is, it's male/male relationships. So don't flame because you found it offensive because it would be pointless. There might be a few minor spoilers but they aren't bad enough to make you not read so enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. Come on! If I did I wouldn't right fanfiction about it and there sure as heck would be more love in there.

Cruel Angel

Chapter 1: Break Me Down

"Brother!"

"Let him go! Please! He has nothing to do with this!"

It was over. Edward had succeeded in restoring his brother to his humanity. It was over. Edward had succeeded in regaining his arm and leg only to have them taken as the price of his brother humanity yet this was without regret. Yes, it was over. They'd fought, cried and suffered for five years and everything would be all right…at least that's what they were led to believe.

Alphonse fought weakly against the soldiers who caught hold of him as they wrestled him to the ground and tied his arms up. Edward punched, kicked, and screamed for them to let his brother go. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to be happy together now. Instead, they were fighting the military and crying out for each other. The higher ups had figured out what the brothers were and what they were after and had took action immediately. Edward and Alphonse had returned to Rezembul so that Alphonse could gain strength and recover from being pulled from the gate. They found that being put back into human form was equivalent to being born all over again. It was sunset when they had come storming from the train station. The armed men broke down the door and barged into the Rockbells' home shoving Pinako and Winry to the side. They took Edward first, surprising him in his and his brother's room and grabbing both his arms preventing him from performing alchemy. Then they manhandled his brother from bed pulling him roughly from the sheets. They took the time and examined the small serpent cross at the base of his skull. Holding the Rockbells at gunpoint, they drug the blondes from the house with the oldest screaming obscenities at them before the butt of a rifle struck him on the back of the head. Alphonse was given similar treatment and they were bound tightly and brought onto an awaiting train.

Two Months Later…

Major General Mustang sat in his new office contemplating his promotion. His skin had taken a much paler complexion since the promotion ceremony that cast him two ranks above his previous position. King Bradley had been "unseated" at his own hand and he was closer to the position he had sought after for so long. Hawkeye was still at his side and he had avenged Hughes's death to an extremity. Everything was good and things would start to change. He ran a hand over the black eye covering. Everything was fine…this was good…wasn't it?

No, nothing would be fine. Not after the other night's events. He wasn't even sure they should call that event a ceremony; it was more like a ritual.

General Haruko had led both he and Hawkeye before the brass with the blonde woman walking in his newly acquired blind spot appreciating her protectiveness. He noted how the general seemed a lot paler than normal and that he was unusually silent as he led them to the center of the room. Both of them kept their eyes straight ahead out of respect and slight fear. He had never seen the entire ranks of generals before and the idea that there were enough to make a large squadron was not helping the sickening feeling in his gut. War had hardened his resolve and had given him eerie calm in every situation so this made him afraid because he was nervous when he shouldn't be. He could sense Hawkeye's nervousness as well. This just made everything worse because it took a great deal to make this woman a nervous wreck. Yet they both stood stoic barely listening to the speech. At the end their uniform jackets were removed leaving them confused as the new Fuhrer approached them with a smirk on his face. William G. Marshall, one of the most corrupt beings in the military ranks Mustang had ever seen, had made it to Fuhrer. This was ridiculous but Mustang never questioned it once knowing that given the right amount of time he would replace this weasel. He came face to face with the two.

"Let me be the first to congratulate you both on your work here and discovering Fullmetal for us. But now it's time you moved on to bigger things and get to know the real military."

"Sir!" Both saluted him. His smirk seemed to broaden as he continued. "Therefore you will be inducted into the elites and finally get a hold of real power."

It happened so quickly that Mustang's vision caught it in snapshots. The four other generals grabbing a hold of them, Hawkeye screaming and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why, the sudden searing pain in his neck, and finally the taste of a metallic liquid between his lips. He had awakened the next morning in his bed with a horrible migraine and the light hurting his good eye. He remembered rubbing his neck and finding it clear of wounds and he idly wondered what the hell went on last night. He glanced at the calendar noting it to be Saturday and an off duty day. He didn't remember getting any type of leave. He sighed running his tongue over his gums, which felt oddly itchy and uncomfortable. In bathroom he took a shower and brushed his teeth casually noticed that he might need to get more sun; his skin was deathly pale. He dressed casually in a white button up shirt and jeans yawning as he walked out into the streets of central. Everything seemed so loud and bright like he was hearing and seeing for the first time. He heard his stomach let out an indignant growl cursing at him to eat. Mentally shrugging, he took a trip to his favorite spot to eat whenever he was on leave and sat down to eat. He after eating more than what was normal (four full plates) he found that he wasn't satiated at all. There was still this raw hunger in his stomach that ached and food wasn't satisfying it. Mustang's eyes began to get blurry until the waitress came back to politely inquire about his health.

"Are you well, sir?" the brunette asked timidly touching his shoulder.

At her touch, Mustang's breath quickened and he felt his body temperature rise to an unbearable height making a bead of sweat roll down his face. He took the woman's hand gently and kissed the palm of it softly tasting the slightly calloused skin of a hard worker. The waitress blushed and froze when his dark coal grey eyes rested on her own. He gave an alluring smile that made her face burn and knees weaken. Mustang pulled her down close and purred an answer in her ear.

"I would feel much better, Miss Michelle," he whispered glancing at her nametag. "If you had dinner with me tonight."

Michelle gasped staring down at him once she was allowed to stand. She giggled behind her notepad and nodded. "Sure, Mister?"

"Mustang. Roy Mustang."

"The Flame Alchemist! Wow."

He smirked. "So, seven okay?"

She nodded bashfully and was pulled away from him when one of the other customers called for her. Mustang hadn't really known what possessed him to ask her out considering he wasn't in his normal prowling mood and to say the least she was pretty average compared to most of the women he'd dated. He felt a certain urgency inside that made him leap at the first woman who made contact and he just couldn't help it. Even as the day passed the hunger never went away. He tried eating, drinking, anything that would take his mind off the pull in his stomach but it didn't work and the day felt like it passed so slowly. The dinner was boring with him pretending to be interested in what she had to say all the while questioning what the hell made him want to do this one and how long would it compel him to do these things. At the end, he paid for her and walked her home. By the time they made it to the doorstep he had her pressed against the door in a frantic kiss. She focused on the kiss and unlocking the door at the same time, pretty talented. Once he heard the lock click, Mustang shoved the door open both of them pushing and pulling at each other inside the cozy one story house. Things were knocked over though neither cared as they haphazardly made their way to Michelle's bedroom. Ripping at each other's clothes, they fell onto the bed and Mustang's mouth slid to her throat sucking at her pulse roughly. No coherent thought entered his mind as he pressed between her legs and ran his teeth over her neck. He barely noticed the pain in his gums as he ran his tongue over Michelle's chest and breastplate pressing soft kisses between the two mounds. The hunger was pulling at him more and more causing him slowly to loose his grip on his body. Something else had taken over and he allowed it so long as he could smother the fire that was smoldering his insides. His mouth closed around Michelle's pulse and he felt his teeth sinking into her skin as she cried out in pain filled pleasure. Warm blood passed through his lips and the world turned black.

He remembered awakening in his own bed once again with that strange hangover headache though the torturous hunger was not there anymore. He forced himself out of bed only in a pair of slacks and popped two aspirin to chase the headache away. He checked the doorstep to find the morning paper neatly lying at his feet. He picked it up and untied it to find a bold headline of a murder and the image a woman dead on a bed. The headline read:

"FEMALE FOUND MURDERED; BODY DRAINED OF BLOOD?"

Next to the corpse's image the photograph of a young woman was plastered there. It was Michelle. Flashes of the night before entered his head making the pounding increased as silent screams played in his head. He felt bile rise in his throat and he quickly ran to the bathroom emptying what little was in his stomach. He collapsed on the floor and remained there for rest of the day replaying last night over and over again.

He buried his head in his hand pushing aside the paperwork at the memory of his first kill as a General and a sinful creature of the night.

Mustang lifted his head at the sound of his office door opening and closing. He looked up at the pale yet alluring Brigadier General Hawkeye. She placed a file on his desk giving him a serious look.

"It's the Elrics, sir," she said softly. "They've been taken into custody. Fullmetal has been thrown into prison in the Eastern Headquarters' main penitentiary and Alphonse Elric has been locked down in a containment room at Lab 2 near Eastern Headquarters. It happened two months ago and we are just getting the information."

"Who authorized it?"

"Brigadier General Manning, the Jackknife Alchemist, sir."

"I have authority over him," he muttered. "I'll take care of it."

"One more thing, General."

"Yes."

"The Fuhrer gave support in the action taken by Brigadier General Manning because…well they know about the boys. They know of the human transmutation that was used to restore Alphonse Elric."

Mustang's eyes widened slightly then narrowed as his trademark smirk made an appearance. "They're testing our strength under pressure. We've been pushed into a corner leaving us only one risky option."

"Sir?"

"We're generals now, Hawkeye. We can do whatever we want and their counting on us to do so."

Hawkeye nodded. "I'll have Havoc pick up the train tickets then, sir."

Edward sat with eyes staring lifelessly at the wall. He didn't know how long it had been there though it didn't matter in his mind. All he could think about was his brother and how they had been betrayed. He'd seen his brother once and that was the happiest he had been. Alphonse was maneuvering well by himself though alchemy wards had been drawn all over him and he looked exhausted. It made him happy to know that his brother was alive and okay. But that happiness only lasted so long. They hadn't lied when they mentioned homunculus and alchemist sharing a link. He may have worked hard to make Alphonse perfect and succeeded but there was still the fact that he was a homunculus. He felt what Alphonse felt and that was mostly fear, pain, and fatigue. He didn't know what they were doing to him but the protection he'd placed over his brother was complex and would take the low-leveled alchemists here years to decipher. At least that was what he hoped. However, now he stopped thinking. He became unresponsive and lifeless. The security jeered at him and insulted him yet he remained silent and unmoving staring with half-lidded eyes. The complacent men lost interest in him quickly and left him alone after a while. Edward hadn't eaten in gods knew how long and his once beautiful golden hair was dull from dirt and uncared for flowing in tangles that had long since fallen from his braid. It had grown down his back brushing his waist. His body had been battered, bruised and broken. His automail was in need of repair and the port hurt so badly that all movement of his prosthetic limbs torturous. Everything was just to painful causing him to lock himself away in the far recesses of his brain. So this was what happened when stress was pushed to the back of the mind…emptiness

The door to his dark cage was opened and the familiar steps of the bastard who had imprisoned him entered. Edward could feel the satisfied grin on the son of a bitch's face but he wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a response. Manning stood in front of Edward and lifted the teenage alchemist's chin examining the hazed eyes.

"So Fullmetal, are you broken enough to tell us how you perfected that homunculus of yours?"

Edward didn't answer; he simply stared passed the foul breathed man as if he weren't there. Manning grabbed a fist full of his bangs and dragged him from the cell yet still he mad no sound of discomfort. Two months of torture made you immune to most of the minor pains such as having your hair yanked. His bound hands were released which made him look at the guard who unbound them. He had no urge to try and escape. No desire to grasp his freedom from the brigadier general. He had been over it far too many times each resulting in the worse punishment he could ever imagine but never did: being raped. Manning had taken an interest in the broken blonde in the past months when he'd tried to escape and find his brother. He had begun to make a point of temporarily taking Ed from prison to his own personal lodgings in East City. It had been three days and that was all Edward needed to be treated and to heal before being used again. By then, he had receded and honestly was not there anymore. Manning didn't care as long as he got half of what he wanted from the boy. Today was the day and he couldn't be in a better mood. Edward made no sound save for his quiet breathing as he followed Manning to his car. Another night of horror and pain filled screams.

The next morning, Manning left Edward naked in bed lying over blood-soaked sheets. His chest was bloodied and bitten and his skin was pale and drained. He had been overly rough on the boy in order to get him to make a sound. It had been getting harder and harder to get the blonde to react but he didn't care as long as he got something out of. He dressed deciding to return the boy to prison after he had returned from the office. He opened the door to find the newly instated general Hawkeye. She could smell the blood from the door and her eyes narrowed in disgust. Manning's face twisted into an amused smirk.

"May I help you, Brigadier General Hawkeye?"

"I have authorization to remove Alphonse Elric from the containment and to remove the Fullmetal Alchemist from the premises. I know he's there, I can smell him." She stated coldly.

"On who's authority, may I ask?"

"Major General Mustang, sir."

"Only had his power for a week and he's already abusing it. I have no problem with it. The boy is useless at the moment to me. He won't talk so it isn't in my interest to keep him around."

Hawkeye pushed passed him and entered the house ignoring the ever-present smirk on the general's face. She followed the scent of blood and sex of the stairs feeling nauseated by the stench but slightly intrigued by the latter. She entered the bedroom to see an unconscious Edward spread out on the bed suffering from a severe blood loss. She fought the sick clench in her stomach of the hunger and slowly slid her arms beneath him lifting him from the bed. His head limply rolled to the side with his lips slightly parted and blue from lack of warmth. She held him possessively close hoping to offer some heat to his chilled skin. She wrapped him in a clean sheet and carried him out. She walked past Manning emotionlessly.

"I trust you'll be hearing from the Fuhrer about this incident. It will be put on record."

"Of course. I expect nothing less, General Hawkeye."

In the car, Hawkeye slid next to an unconscious Alphonse who rested his head against the window. She examined Edward first looking over the gruesome bites of his chest hoping that they could get blood pumping into him in time. They were driven to a military hospital where Ed was sent directly into I.C.U. and kept under close observation where as Al was taken with Hawkeye back to a hotel where she and the Major General were staying. She allowed him to rest and heal in her room knowing that by morning the scars would be gone. The younger Elric was something truly amazing. She went to the former colonel's room and sat in a chair exhaustion licking at her heels. She hadn't eaten and the sun was draining her. She was almost thrilled to see it set. She cast her eyes over at the bed where her commander lay practically comatose. He had worried about the brothers so much that he had not eaten the two days it had taken for them to get here. She knew he wouldn't admit to being groggy and concerned if she questioned him but she knew. Hawkeye turned back to the window and as the sun fell beneath the horizon. On cue, she heard a groan from the bed and the rustling of the bed sheets as the raven-haired soldier sat up letting the sheets fall down his bare chest his waist. Ever since that night, seeing the skin of each other had become casual and comforting as if feeling the slight embarrassment was one of the ways to remind them that they were still human on some level. She looked away when his sleepy and most likely blurred eyes fell on her. Her cheeks felt warm despite the fact that they had been through this hundred times already. Mustang gave a faint smile and stretched looking toward the twilight sky.

"So, how did it go?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Alphonse is resting peacefully in my bed. I was able to retrieve them both without incident, sir," she stated still watching the horizon and feeling the fatigue wear away while debating whether to let him know the conditions Fullmetal had been found under.

"Hagane no?" he asked softly.

The blonde sighed. "He's been placed in Intensive Care at the medical facility. He…was completely drained of blood and would have most likely died had I not shown up in time. His condition is in the balance and he has a chance of getting better or worse. It's all up to him. The doctors are doing all they can."

He nodded with narrowed eyes. " And Manning?"

"I've filed a full and detailed report on the abuse of his power to the Fuhrer as soon as I could, sir. I included a list of all Ed's injuries mental and physical. He's violated several codes as a general and I am sure he won't be around for long."

"Good."

"Sir, permission to speak freely?"

"Granted."

"I…well, I believe you should hold off on seeing Fullmetal for until he is able to travel back to central with us. He is in a very fragile state and I'm sure he won't be completely alright after he awakes."

"Why do you think that? He's been injured numerous times before."

"I honestly didn't want to inform you about this but…aside from being beaten and bruised in prison…I found out that he's been raped several times by Brigadier General Manning."

Mustang's eyes widened and then narrowed in anger. "What!"

"When I found him..." Hawkeye squeezed her eyes shut and inhaled deeply. "He was naked, bitten and covered in his own blood. His throat has been badly injured. The worse part was the smell of the Brigadier General was all over him. It was sickening and infuriating. I don't want you to see because you have to keep your head clear as you said back in Central."

He nodded not being one to contradict his own words. "Then I won't see him yet."

Edward opened his eyes with a start staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. He squinted his eyes in pain at the brightness of the room shutting tight and covering them with his sore human arm. He could hear barely recognizable voices entering the room.

"Look he's awake! Brother, you okay?" Edward turned his head and slowly opened his eyes to see his brother looking at him with concern written over his face. It quickly turned into a warm smile with tears at the brim of his eyes. He couldn't find his voice in order to tell Alphonse he was okay. Alphonse's smile faded away when he noticed his brother's mouth moving slowly yet not even a whisper came to it. Edward pulled himself up even though each movement was painful and a strain. Alphonse helped him with a sad expression.

"Brother…you can't say anything can you?"

Edward honestly didn't know. When he tried to make a sound he just couldn't get a squeak out of it. He stared down at his hands resting limply on the sheets wondering if this was just some half-baked dream that he had been rescued and his brother was standing concerned over him at the cost of his voice. His brother looked back at the door; that was about the time he realized his brother was not alone. Hawkeye approached him and looked down at him with the same stern look of the military woman she was yet there was something heart warming about her gaze. She was worried about him.

"So it's true. The doctor said that your vocal cords had been badly damaged. There's a chance that they'll heal on their own but it's a slim one. I'm sorry Ed," she said regretfully.

Edward however continued to stare at his bed sheets thinking. He slowly looked on the nightstand and picked up a pen and pad doing his best to ignore the pain in his automail port. He slowly wrote with his left hand glad for being some how blessed with the ability to write and work well with both hands. He tore out the paper and handed it to Hawkeye. Read it out loud for Alphonse to hear.

" 'It's okay. Just please get me to the Rockbells before my arm and leg fall off.' It'll be a while before we can take you out of here. They want to keep you for a few more days for observation. Is that problem?"

Edward turned that broken gaze to her that made her feel painfully cold and shook his head. He laid back against the propped up pillows his brother had fixed for him and begin to write again passing it slowly to her.

" 'How'd you find us?' " She muttered reading. "We had just gotten the message a month ago. You've been in a coma since I took you from Brigadier General Manning."

Edward cringed violently at the mentioning of that name and looked Hawkeye questioningly. She blinked at him and cast her eyes to the floor. Edward scribbled on the pad and handed it to Alphonse requesting some water. Understanding, he nodded and left the room knowing that whatever they had to say to each other was none of his business until Edward made it his business. He trusted his brother to let him know when he was ready though he had a feeling he already knew. The transmutation that brought him back was too perfect. Things could be felt both ways and he had felt things he wish he hadn't felt at all. Once he left the room Edward began writing again. She made a point to read out loud to him to make sure she understood it right.

" 'Does Mustang know?' " Hawkeye sighed. "Yes, I made a point to tell him because this couldn't be kept between us. The Major General will do everything to make sure this is set right."

Edward wrote: "It won't make it go away, but I guess I appreciate the effort."

"So, I assume you already know what we are know since our promotion. We haven't really come to terms with ourselves so please don't question it."

"I won't. I know what you are but I never thought that they existed. I just believed they were only in the novels people made up. It was…strange to find out that the military was full of them. It was worse to find out first hand what they could do to you…"

Hawkeye read the paper to herself knowing he meant to say all of it. She sighed and looked down at Ed. "I won't pretend that this doesn't have everyone shaken but as a soldiers we keep our faces emotionless in order to make our way to where we need to be."

"This is a bit extreme don't you think?" he wrote.

"Truthfully I think so, but…Major General Mustang isn't stopping now that he has come so far," she glanced at the window at all the people of East City. "As long as he won't stop…then as one of his comrades…and his friend I can't help but follow."

Edward watched her as the mask of her normal woman of business self seem to crack. What exactly happened to make them into what they were? Was it so bad that even Hawkeye had a certain shell-shocked air about her?

"Moving on to something more important, you are still a member of the military and you've had a promotion though you're far from being what we are fortunately. I wanted to ask you something before the Major General brought it up to you."

Edward nodded for her to continue. She kept eye contact with the young alchemist as she began to give her explanation. "I wanted to know if you wished to continue your service under Major General Mustang. He spoke earlier of having you discharged from the military but felt that it was up to you. If you do continue, then you'll be apart of something much bigger than just being a dog of the military. Major Gen…Mustang would appreciate extra help even if he doesn't show it."

He caught her attention by scribbling on the pad again. "Help in what?"

"He wants…no…he needs to become the Fuhrer of Amestris."

Edward arched an eyebrow and wrote: "what for?"

"It's complicated, Edward. He'll tell you himself when he's ready to."

Edward nodded. Before he could finish writing anything else Alphonse had reentered the room with the ice water his brother requested. Edward smiled and accepted the glass with a silent thank you. He passed the last note to Hawkeye that simply stated "I'll stay a lap dog for now." The blonde woman nodded and exited the room.

It took three weeks before Edward was ready to leave the hospital. Autumn had rolled in and like an old man he had been feeling the weather change before anyone else. He knew by the time he made it back to Central it would snow. His automail had been fixed up as best it could until they could get back to Rizembul and even that had left his arm useless though he appreciated that he could walk. The arm had rusted from blood and water and had to be thrown out as scrap. It took a while for the pain in his leg to go away but at the end of the three-week recovery he had been nursed back to health and was ready for travel. Slowly he had begun to feel a bit like a shadow of his former self yet one thing bothered him. He wondered why the ex-colonel had not been to visit him once since he had awakened. He had no doubt in his mind that Mustang knew he was out of his coma but it bothered him oddly enough that his superior had not been to taunt him or complain about the trouble he was causing by simply breathing. He supposed it was because he had grown accustom to it. He didn't complain about it. He didn't think he could look the new general in the eye any way. On the last day however when he was released from the hospital, he was escorted to the train station in pair of store bought clothes and prison handcuffs by Hawkeye to keep up appearances. There on the platform in the sunlit lighting stood Mustang in his uniform and trench coat looking out of place in the sun. He waited for Hawkeye and Alphonse to bored slowing himself to walk up to Fullmetal and unlock the cuffs leaving them on the rail. Upon entering the car he took notice that they along with the old crew were the only ones riding the train. They brightened his mood by acting as normal as possible, which wasn't hard considering that they had no clue the horrors he had face. He was glad for this. Real normalcy was better than faked normalcy. They hadn't skipped a heart beat to fell sorry for him when they figured out he couldn't speak and he was thankful that know one showed him pity. He hadn't wanted it. He took note that Mustang and Hawkeye dozed most of the time the sun was out. He figured that maybe the sun didn't hurt them just drained them. It was pleasant until night when his brother and the gang had fallen asleep. Mustang and Hawkeye were wide-awake yet they looked slightly uncomfortable. He wondered what from.

Mustang eyed the fully awake Fullmetal in the reflection of the dark window as the teen meddled with his automail port out of boredom. He noticed that the young alchemist walked with limp that most likely meant he'd hit a growth spurt somewhere in the three-month time period and was taller. His hair had been brushed and neatly braided into a calf length braid by his brother no doubt. His bangs brushed his collarbone indicating they hadn't been trimmed giving him an almost odd yet attractive feminine appearance. He had none of the childishness he had the last time they had saw each other. His once beautiful gold eyes barely had the luster of fool's gold now and that bothered him. Though the new sixteen-year old Hagane was beautiful, he was not Edward anymore and Mustang had to wonder if he could put that spark back in his eyes and how long would it take. He had admitted a long time ago that he had been interested in the young alchemist. Anyone who said the boy wasn't attractive was an awful liar. He knew he couldn't even begin to pursue Edward because restriction one: he was under aged, restriction two: he was male, and restriction three: Edward was not mentally stable after this incident. He wasn't exactly sure what would trigger the memories off and he sure as hell knew that time wouldn't heal it. Still, it was nice to look at him and imagine what it would have been like if this would not have happened.

See, something interesting, sir?

He turned to Hawkeye whose ruby eyes where on him. He smirked. Nothing for you to be concerned about, Hawkeye.

Her eyes showed confusion for a moment than cast a quick glance at the blond boy whose eyes were on the floor. She turned back to Mustang with a stern look with pity hidden behind her beautiful orbs. Sir, we've been through this. You couldn't have him before. Now no one can…

Believe me I know that. But like Ed and Al have proven, it's nice to dream…don't you agree, Riza?

Hawkeye's eyes widened in surprise then looked toward the window. Yes, it is. But like dreams tend to do, they don't last like we hope they do…

Konoko: Okay that's what I got so far. Let me know what you think.