I really think I'm losing my touch. Maybe it's just me though. I'unno, everything's playing out better in my head than on the screen. Anyways, please read and review!

His breath tumbled over his lips as his feet pounded against the grass-laden soil. He was losing.

Edward looked back, stricken as he saw how close his attacker was gaining on him. It was then that he stumbled over something hard and fell to the ground.

He squeezed his eyes shut as his mind whirled, but when he opened them a moment later his heart began to pound in his chest out of pure fear.

The man grabbed a fistful of his shirt and wrenched him to his feet only to throw his small body back down, a yelp emitting from his throat. Ed gasped as the man suddenly fell across his hips, a hand clamping over his mouth and something hard pressing against his neck.

Edward screamed into the man's palm, a desperate cry for help that went unheard by anyone but them.

"Shut up," the man growled, pressing his weapon tighter against his captive's throat.

Ed went silent, the fear in his gold eyes magnified behind two walls of building tears. He knew he going to die and the thought terrified him. He knew he was going to die and no one would know. He knew he was going to disappear.

He felt the man's hand ease itself from his mouth and he immediately let another scream fill the air. He regretted that hasty decision as a fist connected with his jaw.

"I told you to shut the fuck up."

"What are you going to do to me?" Ed asked in a croaking voice, finding it hard to talk with the flat of the blade pressed against his throat. He already knew what was going to happen, but a part of his mind told him that he was wrong about the end results.

"You shouldn't have borrowed all of that money knowing you wouldn't be able to pay it all back, but now you're going to pay with your life," the man replied in a sinister voice, harshly kissing his knife against Ed's neck.

"Please, don't." The knife loosened a bit, allowing him to speak more freely. "Don't do this. I-I have a family. Please, don't make my daughter an orphan," Ed pleaded as tears trailed down his cheeks.

"Oh, don't worry about that, I'll be sure to send her to you. But...I'm not sure how I want to kill you...Oh! I have an idea! Tell me, do you love your daughter with all of your heart?"

"Yes."

"Good, good, then I'll be sure to show it to her before I put a bullet in her head. Now, let's begin." He took his knife away from his captive's throat, driving it in the ground at Ed's right hip for later use. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air as he grabbed the collar of the blond's shirt and tore it apart, revealing a chiseled chest and nicely toned abs. He watched in fascination as the smooth chest rose and fell rapidly and he could picture the beating heart hiding underneath, soon to be clutched between his own two hands.

For once he had a captive who was actually desirable. Fuckable, really. "Well, now, I think my plans for you have changed."

"W-what do you mean?"

The man smiled as he lowered his mouth down to the blond's chest, placing a kiss on the center of his sternum. He let out a dark laugh as he flicked out his tongue over the skin of darkened ivory.

Ed could feel the man's laugh vibrate against his chest, and he truly hated the sensation. He didn't like where this was heading, and as he felt the man's tongue circle his nipple, he knew he couldn't let himself die in such a humiliating manner. He began to struggle wildly, bringing up his hands to push the man away as he wiggled his hips and kicked his legs.

His attacker quickly took his knife back into his hand and pressed against his throat, successfully ceasing all struggle.

"Listen, you little piece of shit, I'm doing this whether you're alive or not, and don't you dare think I won't hesitate to put an end to your miserable existence. Do you understand me? Huh?"

Ed gave a subtle nod. A wave of relief washed over him when the knife was once more removed from his neck and set to rest on the ground, but that relief quickly receded, panic taking over, as he watched the man grab his own belt and pull it free from his waist.

"Stick out your hands," the man ordered and Ed did so. The man wrapped the strap of black leather around his wrists, successfully binding his arms together.

"Just let me go, please," Ed begged as the man pushed his tied arms above his head for his knuckles to kiss the ground, and then he began to work on undoing Ed's own belt and trousers. "I-I won't tell anyone. I swear I won't. Please, I beg you, please."

A new batch of tears flooded over his cheeks as he felt the soft breeze caress his thighs. That same breeze, delightfully cool, sent a sharp chill racing up his spine as the man grabbed his bare knees and spread them apart.

"This is just a dream. This is just a dream. This is just dream," he chanted in a dull whisper, his eyes screwing shut as cold hands fondled his cock.

"You can't wake up from this," the man murmured, sending his tongue to chase the words as he traced the thick vein on the underside of the blond's cock. He smiled as he felt the organ twitch and harden against his lips, but he needed something more. He felt he really had to get the most out of his captive's reactions...

Ed refused the sense of vision to meet him as the man touched his body with his lips and tongue, but when he felt something pointed dig into his the flesh of his chest and trail down, he forced himself to look down. A long red streak was following the pointed dip of the short knife as his attacker drug it over his front, ending at the base of his shaft. The man looked up at him, his gaze filled with sadistic intent, as he grasped the blade in the palm, the hilt sticking out.

The hilt of the knife disappeared from his line of sight, but Ed knew exactly where it was as he felt the rounded tip touch his lewdest of parts. His breath caught in his throat at the cold feel of the metal handle against him, then he let out a deep groan as it sunk inside him in an agonizingly slow thrust. He could feel the object inch its way deeper in the dark tunnel, pushing apart the walls.

"N-no, take it out," Ed said in a quivering voice, squirming in discomfort.

The man simply snickered, looking down at his work. All that could be seen of the knife was the blade itself, and he pictured taking the blond and throwing him like a spear. He found the image quite comical and had to fight the urge to keel over laughing.

As he looked down at the blond, he began to wonder what doing this or doing that would cause his captive to do. He was curious and intrigued by the small body.

With a subtle shrug of his shoulders, the man pinched the blade between his thumb and index finger, and then he turned it like a key in a lock. He grinned as he watched the blond shift and squirm, watched as pain flickered across his beautiful face.

He slowly eased the knife out, the blond's heat ghosting over his hand. Oh, that felt so nice. He knew that delightful heat would feel so wonderful around his big, throbbing cock. He could actually feel his mouth begin to water at the thought, and his hands were soon bringing himself out, the knife back to the ground.

"You'd better enjoy this," he said, giving his captive something of a warning before pushing himself deep inside the hot tunnel. He moaned at the tightness, the heat, the agonized howl that rang in his ears. Nice, indeed.

"S-stop!" Ed cried out, fingers tightening and head pushing in the ground. An unwilling moan slipped past his lips as he felt fingers wrap around his length to stroke him with a child-like interest. More than that, he could feel the man touching his prostate, making his back arch and moans of pleasure come forth as the spot was attacked over and over.

Ed gasped as he felt the man come inside him in an explosion of heat. The moment he felt that contact, he came too, his white seed spreading against his stomach and the man's stroking hand.

They were both breathless. The man pulled out and rolled off to the side to lay next to him.

"The villain...ain't that bad...of a...role...to play," Roy said in gasping breaths, hard swallows causing pauses in his words.

"Not gonna kill me?" Ed asked, cocking his head sideways to look at the raven-haired man.

"Nah, maybe later."

Ed brought his bound hands over his chest, glad to feel the blood somewhat circulate through them again. He stared up at the blue sky as he waited for Roy to recompose himself. Since Roy was old and not as fit as he was, it took his body longer to get back under control, which never failed to make Ed appreciate his youth.

"Edward, do you want kids?"

"Huh?"

"Kids? Do you want kids? You said you had a family. You said you had a daughter. What made you say that?"

"I dunno," the blond replied with a shrug. "I mean, a part of me would love having a family, I won't lie there, but you -"

"I'm okay with it! I'm sure we could adopt or someth -"

"I was going to say," Ed interrupted, "that you - we - wouldn't be able to do stuff like this anymore. There would be no more tackling each other in the hallway or playing strip poker on Friday nights or licking ice cream off each other. None of that. Nada. Zippo. And plus, if we started a family, then we would definitely get out of shape. Have you ever thought about how many calories we burn doing stuff like this?"

"I guess you have a point."

"Do you want kids?"

"Someday, but I'll wait until your hormones kill off. I have no clue how you keep coming up with these crazy ideas, and I really think you're determined to try everything in the book of sex."

"You're damn right about that! Now untie me and let me show you how fun it is to play the victim," Ed said with a sly grin.

"Not a chance in hell, kiddo."

"Ah, Roy!"

Oh, I am very disappointed in myself. I realized the other day that only the last half of ch.16 (Loveless chapter) had been posted. I have absolutely no clue what happened to the entire beginning, but it's not there! Anyways, I don't know whether to upload the entire thing (recovered from e-mail) or leave it as it is. Whatever you lovely readers want, I'll do. Just let me know!