AN: I'm finally back! So sorry for the long, darn delay! School has started and it is really tough to do your hometask and finish the fic which you have started. I may be a bit late in uploading the next chapters but I'll try my hardest to upload them as fast as possible! Again, thank you Killing Lies for all that you've suggested.

"blah"-shouting

"blah"-speaking

'blah'-thoughts

blah-emphasis upon a certain thing

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Chapter 2

"See you later then." Roy said as he closed his office door. He walked through the dark corridors, his mind re-projecting every reel of the moment he had shared with Hughes.

His Hughes. The man who was responsible for bringing Roy back to the world of sanity. There was something in that man which made him all the more attractive.

'Oh well; another day, another memory…of you, Maes.' Roy pondered as he made his way through the corridors which were darker than usual. Several lamps did lighten a fraction of the passage, but the majority of it still remained clad in darkness.

'What the hell has the maintaining staff been doing? Can't they at least fix these passage lights?' Roy thought, being a bit irritated at the slackening of his subordinates.

Gradually, he had begun to pick up his speed; so as to quickly cross this isolated section. There was something which made him feel uncomfortable. As if something unusual, something dangerous had been following him all the way; as if a pair of eyes had been recording every single action he made.

This feeling and also the weird silence itself aroused strange thoughts in Roy's mind. Finally he could avoid it no more; he suddenly halted, stopping in his current position of both feet planted sternly on the ground.

"Is someone there?" he asked while shifting his head to see any sign of the 'creeper'.

"Someone; anyone?"

Still no answer.

"Hmph- I'm imagining things!"Roy quickly then shuddered off this annoying thought and proceeded ahead. After a short amount of time, however, the same feeling of uneasiness came back. It may have just been him, but he had the feeling he was being followed.

'That's not possible though! There could be no one in the office at this time of night. Tch; me and my suspicions . . .'

He shrugged it off the second time and picked up his pace to get out from that place as quickly as possible. To ignore those nasty feelings, he decided to think about the one who made him happy. He thought about the time which he and Maes had spent together…every moment; every second he could remember. It worked perfectly- now those creepy thoughts didn't seem to bother him much.

However, Roy probably shouldn't have fought the weird thoughts as he had. He found out quickly why – in a rather harsh way.

While thinking of Hughes, Roy soon came near a corner which was darker and a whole lot creepier than the rest of the corridor.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts when all of a sudden a pair of hands came out from the darkened corners and grabbed an inattentive Roy by the shoulders. The hands pinned him against the wall; it happened all too swiftly and suddenly for Roy to even think of a reaction. When Roy realized what was going on, it was much too late.

Roy could already feel a pair of lips attacking his own ferociously. The kiss was so forceful, so passionless. As if it only wanted to have its pleasures by hook or crook. Soon after the lips left their initial position. They furiously traveled downwards to Roy's chest. Whoever the person was, he was starving. Starving for Roy's body.

"No; stop! Leave me- Leave me-mmmm!"

Before Roy could say anything else, his lips were locked by the other's into yet another kiss- a kiss which was even harsher than before. Roy tried desperately to push the stranger away from the kiss, but it was futile. The more Roy struggled the harder the others grip became. As if the forbidden desire itself made the other stronger.

"…nnngh-aah! Let me go! You hear me? I said let me go!"

Roy knew that screaming would be of no use. Nobody could possibly hear him from where he was standing; he thought maybe, just maybe, someone would hear his desperate cries for help. The thought made Roy shout louder and longer, but it did nothing to help Roy; his cries only encouraged the aggressor. It was as if Roy's yelps and screams were melodies to his ears.

Roy could sense a hand moving fast to unbutton his crisp uniform as lips ferociously dug in to play with his now exposed abdomen.

"W-what are you doing? Stop it; no-I said stop it!"

Roy vehemently protested against this torture by throwing his arms. It was of limited strength though, as the stranger had snaked his limbs tightly across those of Roy's, practically restricting every movement made by him. Roy couldn't throw him off either; the man was too strong. Probably because of the overpowering fatigue which made him unable to do so. Roy had to take in every single attack with as much resistance as he could offer. However, the fatigue-both mental and physical, resulting from the day's work had begun to show its effects.

Roy's struggles became weaker and weaker by the second! The shiftings and airkicks were'nt helping as much as they could have normally. Roy knew that very well but then again, he had no other options left.

With time, the attacks got rougher and harsher. The anonymous lips traveled from Roy's fine jaw line to his chest, nibbling and sucking his body at the slightest of instances, ignoring all the rants and pants which the poor victim made. The lips of the beholder then made their way right up to his sensitive spots, stopped there to play with them for a while as the other hand reached up to Roy's mouth and groped it tightly so as to stop the other from attracting any attention by his screams.

The person then went on nibbling at the sensitive part in the trunk, licking and sucking the navel and receiving flinches and yelps from the one providing this golden opportunity.

Roy still continued to break free from the other's grasp- or at least, he tried to free his mouth which was currently being gropped by a set of five fingers.

'What is he doing? He is mad!' Roy thought as panic and fear began to conquer his already confused mind.

"Mmmmph!!"

'No; he's hungry. He knows nothing but hunger for a body!'

Soon rants and muffled screams filled the air as the attacks on Roy's body got stronger and fiercer. The other truly knew nothing but the unquenchable thirst; the desperation of the need of a body- of Roy's body.

This had to be stopped; Roy needed to do something- anything- to get away from this lunatic.This was enough for Roy to renew his struggles. He jolted up and threw his arms and legs in desperation. He wanted to get away. He wanted to be free. Free from this craziness, free from this eccentricity.

However, all his efforts were going to waste; whatever Roy did it didn't seem to affect the other. It was actually making the other fiercer, as if he was enjoying this! As if playing with Roy's limbs was fulfilling his starvation. At least, Roy was able to drag the mysterious person into the splotch of small light that brightened the corridor. It was dim but it was sufficient for Roy to see the face of the bastard who had dared touch him so aggressively.

At last, he did manage to see the face of the aggressor and immediately after that, he literally froze; he was greatly shocked to see who it was. His eyes widened in disbelief because never in hell would he have thought of this person to be guiltier, if not a sinner.

"You . . . But-but why?" his voice cracked, tears racing down his face; he was exhausted and was in complete disbelief.

"Why? Why the he-mmmmph!!"

Roy couldn't finish what he had started to say as the other had thrusted his tongue into Roy's mouth, biting and poking it as harshly and urgently as possible.

Roy had never felt so much pain before! His lips felt like they were being crushed again and again. And the fire flaming his body was all too unbearable. Moreover, the wound which was inflicted upon his heart…how could it be cured; could it be healed?

Gradually, his struggles began to cease completely. He was tired, very tired after the events which followed. Also, the strength of the attacker increased bit by bit, until it completely overpowered Roy. So, he had no other option but to make undignified noises, praying to God that someone might hear them and come to his rescue. But somewhere in his panic-stricken mind, Roy also got the feeling that all his muffled screams, all his prayers were of no avail. Beneath his hopes, he had figured it out that no one,absolutely no one was coming to help him. Not even-

'Hughes…'

He was unaware of the single stream of warm, wet liquid that came out from his half-lidded eyes, flowing downhis soft, milky cheeks and disappearing into somewhere below.

Before long, it was over. All over. The last thing Roy remembered was the desperate kisses and forces that went over him. He merely sat there, his uniform torn, his eyes, widened with fear and shame, now staring at the empty corridor, with panic written all over his face and his mind; it was too unclear. Unclear of the events that had just taken place; horror of the incident totally shattered his heart; his mind still confused and unsure of what to do.

In the midst of his thoughts, Roy closed his eyes as the hot stream of tears started to pour down his cheeks; and as for Roy, he sat there, still, staring at the opposite wall – confused and horrified. His mind screaming only one thing-

'God! Why me; why me?

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That's chapter 2 for ya! Thank you all who've reviewed and have added this to your favorites! It means a lot to the one who has composed this, in this case, me!

I must mention it here that I used fatigue as an excuse for Roy to be overpowered. The military is pretty strict and the post of the Colonel itself must be pretty tiring. So at the end of the day, it is natural to become tired! Especially after those "intimate moments" with your loved one, you know what I mean? ;D

But if you guys think that somewhere, it is not adding up, then you must inform me. For that, you have to review, right?

So please review and I promise to improve.

Umm…I don't think that you need a preview for the next chapter. But this much I can guarranty you that it won't be boring, rather, it'll be angsty.

Thank you,

Euphoria