Disclaimer: Torture! This is torture!! I won't admit it! IWON'TIWON'TIWON'TIWON'TIWON'T...

Warning: Yaoi, rape, angst...what more do you need?

AN: Yeah! I'm back from the dead! And with a new chapter too! :P I'm so sorry for taking THIS long! I had it written before...it just needed to be checked. And no, it's not my beta's fault either! In the mean time, I did some more researches on male rape. Did you know that the male-rape surviviors are more in number than female-rape survivors? And that often, the former is more violent, more ferocious than the letter and yet, the male victims tend to remain quiet out of fera, pride and confusion?

Additional notes: So, here, we see more mystery, more angst and in case any of you wonder, "Is she ever gonna untangle this mess?" Then in reply, I say, leave the worrying to me! XD It's going as planned and I'm gonna keep you entertained!

Special thanks to my beta, Killing Lies, as always for her wonderful patience and tolerance. :D

Chapter-5

'Things aren't always as they seem.' Ed's words kept ringing and ringing in Roy's mind. He just couldn't figure out what Ed had meant by that! So far, what was clear was that there was some else – someone manipulating Edward. Someone who was driving him to the edge to commit such a shameful act – if Roy was to fully believe that!

Roy shook his head a couple of times to get rid of these thoughts. He had his friend watching him and also saying something, darn it!

Pay attention! No, no no…don't wander off damn it! Pay attention!

'Shut up! Just shut up! I know that he's here.'

Exactly! And he can't know that someone actually FUCKED you.

'I know that. He mustn't know! He mustn't know!'

"Huh? What were you saying again?" Roy gave his mind-squabble a rest. He was uncomfortably aware that Maes was looking at him with concern.

He was worried to see the younger spacing out like that. Roy wanted to divert his full attention to his lover.

However, this didn't last long. Before he knew it, Roy's mind wandered into the previous chamber, where he'd been answering to his own mind, an activity which he did frequently after the dark incident.

'God! Why me? Why did this happen to me?'

Why you? I thought you liked having sex!

'Shut up! That's not true!'

Isn't it? You had sexual relations with Maes, and thenwith Edward! You're a slut Roy!

'He didn't mean it!'

No, he didn't. It happened just like that, eh?

'Screw you! Why won't you go away?'

You could've easily pushed him away from you. Yet you didn't.

'I couldn't!'

Because you didn't want to!

'NO!'

If not Maes, then let it be someone else, is it?

'That's not it at all! He forced me and you know it!'

Then why won't you confess it?

'Because he's a child…darn it!'

A child who RAPED you…YOU WHORE!

'Shut up, shut up, shut up…'

"Shut up!" Roy stopped abruptly, as the sudden consciousness of his rather odd action dawned in him. For a moment, he simply stayed that way, staring right into his lover's eyes surprised and confused.

It scared the hell out of the other man also. The way Roy had shouted was totally uncalled for. He kept staring at Roy, terrified, like a little boy after his mommy had just rebuked him.

"I-I'm sorry…Maes," Roy fumbled, painfully aware of the uneasiness which had just been created, "I didn't mean you!"

"Then who did you mean?" Maes asked, bewildered, as he brought his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. "You sure everything's alright?"

No, nothing is alright! You are lying to him; LIAR!

'No! I'm not lying!'

Then why aren't you telling him everything that has happened?

'Because, it's already worse'.

You are afraid that he might find out the truth about you being a pervert!

'NO! NONONONONONONONO…'

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

"Wow! Easy there Roy!" Maes squealed, not being able to understand Roy's spacing out or his phobia of being touched.

'He is still bothered about anyone touching him', Maes wondered, 'Damn that person! How dare he? How dare he hurt him!'

He shook off all the tensions and tried to appear casual. Then, shifting his attention back to Roy, he noticed the same terror, the exact same terror on Roy's face. He bewilderingly looked how Roy clenched the seat as Maes' hand was directed towards him, sweating, as if he had awaken from a terrible nightmare.

Deciding not to worsen the matter any further, Maes stated, recoiling his extended arm, "Roy, it's okay. I didn't mean to startle you."

Then, tightening his jaws, Maes spoke again, "It has been made official. The Elric brothers are officially your adopted sons from this point onwards."

This seemed to calm Roy down a bit. His body relaxed and his hand loosened its grip from the tightly clenched seat.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Roy asked assuring himself, "They have?" Encouraged by a 'positive' nod from the older man, he said, smiling softly, "Thank goodness! Have they reached my house already?"

"They were heading towards it when we last checked upon them, which was forty five minutes ago, to be precise…so, we can assume that they are already inside your house."

"But how did they get inside?" Roy asked abruptly, "How did they get the keys?" It seemed excessively suspicious for Roy.

To reach the place is one thing…but to actually get in without Roy giving the keys? It wasn't sounding right.

"Relax Roy! Don't you remember," Hughes replied, gently messaging the other's hands (Don't touch me.) "…that you had given them the bunch of spare keys just in case you were late?"

The younger man, after listening to what Maes had justified, made a sound of acknowledgement. Hughes was right. He did give them the spare keys.

'How could I forget? How careless of me!'

"Maybe you should get some rest!" Hughes suggested, unsure of what else to say, "I'll be leaving for today, kay? See you tomorrow!"

"Yes."

"And Roy", Maes spoke once again, turning the knob, "Please, don't stay 'round the office." Having said that, he left.

Now Roy was all alone, once more in that crooked office; he only had the spinning sound of the fan to keep him company.

'He's right! I should go home, now.' Roy thought, as he looked at the clock. 'Ed and Al probably are waiting for me. They're also all alo-'

The last part of his muse automatically made his heart pound. Alone. He was alone as well…that day…when…

Roy returned to the dark corner of his mind, which reminded him repeatedly of the terrifying night. He became frozen on the spot as his phobia started kicking in again.

Yes, alone! You seemed to be familiar with that word, don't you?

'What do you mean?'

Alone…at the corridors…dark and silent corridors…

'Shut up! I told you to shut up!'

Walking and walking…then suddenly, those strong pair of hands, do you remember them?

'No! NO I DON'T! NOW GO AWAY!!'

Grabbing and holding you down…

'Fuck you! Go to hell, for all I care!'

Doing all those things to you, kissing and brushing…

'BE QUITE! YOU KNOW NOTHING!'

Don't I? Don't I know anything as to how he hurt you again and again…

'SHUT UP! SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!'

Or, how he played with your body, fulfilling his hunger? Don't I know how you pathetic being struggled to scream and shout, while his hands covered your fucking mouth?

'STOP IT!'

The same mouth which is now totally contaminated!

'He said he was sorry! I believe him, damn it!'

Okay! He said there was someone else behind all these.

'It is possible!'

Then who made him do what they call SEXUAL ASSAULT?

'I don't know! Maes is-'

Maes! That guy has some nerve!

'What do you mean?'

Touching you, rather your body, each and every time. Heh, that guy sure knows how not to miss the chance which he has!

'You sick fuck; fuck you! How could you even say that? He's Maes! Maes! He can't take advantage of me, he CAN'T!'

Or he is taking advantage of you without you being aware of anything! Hiding behind that oh-so friendly mask!

'No! He-he can't! He loves me!'

He loves your body!

'He was there to take care of me.'

Immediately after your rape!

'I'm glad that he was there after that!'

Because HE might've been the big boss behind the activity!

'N-no!'

Think about it! He was there after your big moment. He was the first to arrive. He is the one who has full right to you and your body. HE HAS THE BIRTHDAY CAKE AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IT!

Roy winced as his mind slapped himself back to the world of reality, yet again. A bit wobbly, he was breathing hard and eyes widened, tiny beads lining the thin brows and his forehead. His right hand clenching one of the three cushions, the other, placed on his chest, trying uselessly to calm down his pounding heart.

He just couldn't believe that Maes would do such a disgusting thing. Maes loved him! With all his heart! How could he take advantage of Roy?

'But the arguments…no! They are meaningless.' Roy thought. 'But, what if they're true…?'

He still couldn't figure out what he should believe. On one side, there was his political self, who scanned every incident and drew conclusions, which were hard to throw in the bins…and there was the softer side of a lover, to whom it was all pieces of shit. He knew Maes well enough. He didn't have such a sick mind of taking full chance of his status. That much was well understood by Roy, after all the times they spent together.

Roy had full trust in his love. He knew it was stupid of him to suspect Maes. No matter what the inner politician said, the lover within was right, as always. It was better to follow his heart rather than his mind. Therefore, Roy decided to redirect his suspicion to someone who had motives that were more obvious. Like, Archer or Kimblee maybe.

Alternatively, someone who was beyond suspicion. Roy had to find that very 'someone' and that too, without showing any more weakness to Maes. Once was enough. Now, Roy had to have full control of himself, at least in front of the one he loved the most.

Amidst his muses, he heard the indicating sound of a knob turning, which meant that the door being opened yet again. He tried to gather himself, so as to meet this person, whoever he was. Surely, he wouldn't discuss anything being all jumpy and catatonic.

It took him quite a number of heavy breaths before he could actually let out a 'come in'. Whom he saw entering through the door surprised him nevertheless.

"Maes."

Maes Hughes. The very being was Maes Hughes himself. However, something was different about him. He wasn't his usual self, rather very serious as he slowly closed the door.

"I thought you went home."

Roy's heart began to pound again. He was shaking a bit. An unknown fear clutched him.

"I-I was about to leave." Roy spoke once again, receiving no answer from the addressed.

Yes, there was definitely something different about Maes. Roy noticed this as the other slowly locked the already closed door and turned to meet Roy's gaze. This time, those citrine orbs weren't like the usual. They appeared cold. Cold as if they never knew the word 'emotion'. Scanning something which the being wanted.

"M-Maes…what's wrong?"

Roy's voice began to shake as he retreated the other's slowly approaching steps. Something was not right and he could sense it. Finally, there was no more space to retreat and Roy had to come to a halt giving just enough time for Maes to stand in front of the younger man, his eyes still full of what might be called lust.

Placing both of his arms on top of the younger's shoulder, he made the other wince and gasp, as the touch became harder and harder with each passing second, until forcing Roy to plop down on the afore mentioned couch.

"Wh-what the hell do you think you're doing?" Roy enquired as the other pinned his fists with his own pair of hands, while placing himself, on top of the bewildered and somewhat scared Roy.

"No-stop. Maes, what are you trying to do?" Came from the shaking voice.

Roy knew very well where this was going. Moreover, it was totally justified for his heart to throb as the obsidian orbs met the citrine ones, the later showing no emotions at all, instead, flickering with a scary desire.

Before long, it was all the same. The same action, which had been done to the same person…that same feeling, that same desire, that exact look in the older's eyes. Roy was all too familiar with it.

And then, it started. The exact thing, only this time, it was more forceful and more vicious than previously. The familiar winces and squirms yet again, escaped from the familiar being. Roy struggled once again, struggled to free himself from the similar situation, all the while trying to scream, while his mouth was being obstructed once again, by a different set of lips and much harsher, so to speak.

And soon this also came to an end. Just like last time. Nothing new.

However, this time, Roy did say. He did have the strength to speak to the person standing right in front of him. Licking his lips in pleasure, at the same time his face being kept as hard as stone.

"Why?"

"WHY?" Roy asked again, receiving no reply from the other.

"How dare you? How dare you to touch me like that?"

Roy panted heavily from the excitement. Plus, there was that rude shock of betrayal.

"I thought you were different from others. Thought that I was lucky to have you as the 'one'. So then WHY? WHY THE HELL DID YOU BREAK MY TRUST?"

"Looks can be deceiving." Came the reply, as cold as ice, as hard as stone, greatly shocking the one to whom it was directed.

"I thought you cared. I thought…you loved me!" Roy breathed out, as he felt his heart shattering into pieces.

"Silly boy!" Came the sharp mocking gesture, which stung Roy's ears and his already broken heart.

"Haven't you figured it out yet? I don't love you! I LOVE your body."

"No; that's not true!"

"Of course it is! Why do you think I would actually pretend to love you?"

Roy couldn't believe his ears. This was the last thing, which he expected to hear from Maes.

"So", he began slowly, "If you never really loved me and only pretended to do so…why did you want to have an affair? When you already have your wife back home, to fulfill your sick desires? You bastard! You have a wife and a daughter!"

Roy tried one last time. Deep within his heart, there was still a part of him left, who wanted to prove Maes wrong.

"Ah, Roy!" Maes replied, with a devilish grin, stuck to his face, "Why do you think I didn't? Because, it's not the same thrill! And 'sides, who says I'm interested in fucking a girl?" He continued, as his hands slowly traced the outline of Roy's cheeks, now streamed with a few drops of tears, "…When I can have someone so handsome and co-operating, that too, of the same gender!"

Then slowly moving his hands (filthy hands) to trace Roy's jaw line, he blabbered, "Oh don't be a spoiled sport! At least, you don't have to worry about getting pregnant, each time we enjoy ourselves!" A cold grin crossed his lips, "At least, I do!"

Roy wanted to slap this bastard standing in front of him. This wasn't the Maes he knew, that he loved. His Maes was never so sick! Or was he? And Roy was just a bet…a fuck-toy?

See, I told you so!

'This has to be a dream…this has to be a dream! THIS CAN'T BE BAPPENING! No! Not to me!'

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Roy jolted up, surprising the other a bit. His mind was no longer in the dark veils of fear. Rather, it was shrouded with anger, betrayal, shame and…disappointment.

"How dare you? Who gave you the right to mess with my feelings?" Roy shouted as he felt warm streams gathering in his eyes.

"Who gave you the right to treat my body the way you want to? Get away from me, you Filthy Man!"

"Whatever…" The other said, making his way towards the door. Before slamming the piece of wood, he looked over his shoulders. Directing his gaze towards the now baffled Roy, he threw the comment, "Keep you libido warm, babe! IWill be back again for more!" He spoke in a mocking tone, clearly intending to pinch the other, who at this point already had enough of his share of sadness.

And then, he left, leaving Roy all to himself, to regret his existence, to surround himself with the web of negative emotions, which did nothing but worsen the other's already suffering heart.

Finally, Roy could hold himself back no more. Tears began to flow from his eyes and his heart panged like hell. The shock was too much for him to bear. His nightmares were turning into reality.

All were jumbled up, entangled in a huge mess. He had been raped, yet again, just after his previous assault, by his own 'supposed to be true love', who never really loved the person, save his body. How the hell would a person keep his sanity after all that Roy went through?

He cried bitterly. Clutching the cushion close to his heart, he wept, cursing his own stupidity, his blind love.

However, Roy knew that it wasn't the time to let his emotions flow. He had two kids back home, waiting for his return. He stood up from his current position and slowly directed towards home. He finally got inside the car with the driver, who was already waiting for him.

He would have a lot to think about, a lot to discuss. Maybe Ed could give him some more information. Maybe there was a way to warn Gracia.

Those would have to wait until he reached the safety of his home. However, for now, he remained his composure, keeping a clear mind.

'Almost there…Only few more minutes till home…Maes…'

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Footnote: See, I told you so! I did do some research! As always, reviews are GREEDILY accepted! Do let me know what you think of this chapter in particular! (My beta didn't have to change too much-- three or four lines in totality- I must be improving! Yay!)

And again, hugs to my reviewers- old and new alike and cash to those who have added this to their fave-list! XD

So, untill next time~

E.M