Author's Note: This chapter contains non-concensual sexual activity. You have been warned.

Chapter 2

The look of surprise on the colonel's face showed exactly the shock that Ed felt in his gut. Surely Mustang had expected him to accept; he was always so sure he would get what he wanted. The eagerness to Ed's tone, however… that must have taken him by surprise. Grumman just laughed and stood up from his chair, patting Mustang on the back. "Well then, I think we're done here! I'll make the proper announcements. In the meantime, Führer Roy Mustang, I suggest you do something to personalize this office of yours. It looks like an old man's been living in here!"

With that Grumman left, leaving Ed in the room with Hawkeye and Roy Mustang, the new Führer. "Lieutenant Hawkeye," Mustang spoke up, "I'd like you to have the rest of my team move their possessions into their new rooms in the Führer's wing. You are dismissed." Hawkeye saluted him before turning on the balls of her feet and leaving swiftly, shutting the door. Another one bites the dust.

Ed swallowed and looked at the ground, unsure what to do. After a moment of silence with Mustang looking at him patiently he finally spoke up. "Well, I'd best be going, sir…" As he turned to the door Mustang firmly gripped his arm and pulled him to a stop.

"Nonsense Fullmetal," he said, pulling Ed uncomfortably close. "You're my assistant now, I expect you to be by my side at all times. Every hour of the day. You understand?" Ed swallowed loudly and nodded.

"Yes sir," he said reluctantly, pulling away. His attempt at escape was only met by Roy's strong arms pulling him closer, refusing even an inch between their bodies. "Colonel… Führer what are you doing?" He felt utterly helpless.

"I'm just making sure you stay where you're supposed to, Ed." Ed? Ed? The colonel had never used his name; at least not while speaking directly to him.

"I'm staying sir…" Ed squeaked. "You don't have to hold on to me anymore…" Once again Ed tried to pull away, but to no avail. "Damn it Roy let go!" His outburst only made Mustang laugh.

"I don't want to let go," Mustang teased. "I don't have to let go." Contrary to his words Mustang did release Ed from his embrace, keeping a firm hand on his elbow. "Come on Edward," he said, "Let's sit down on the couch." Ed was moved, by force, to the couch where mustang sat and pulled him awkwardly between his legs. Ed blushed, but couldn't think of anything he could do. The warmth of the other man's body pressed against his back.

"Roy… what are you doing?" 'Shit' he thought, 'I just called him Roy. His first name. Why would I do that?' Mustang didn't answer, or at least not with words. He wrapped his long arms around Ed and slid one gently up his shirt to caress his navel. "Mustang what the fuck!" Even though his words portrayed just how surprised he was, yet he didn't move away from the man's touch.

Mustang continued the journey of his hand up to Ed's hardening nipple, teasing it roughly between his fingers. "Roy… stop." His words still protested the feeling, but his body was unable to move. A sudden shocking warmth enveloped his semi-erect member, and upon looking down he realized Roy had moved his other hand into Ed's pants. Ed gasped and arched his back, only giving Mustang more purchase on his growing cock. "Roy please stop! I don't want this!"

Mustang giggled next to Ed's ear, driving a shiver through his body. "Your body seems to like it little Fullmetal," he teased as he gently massaged Ed's cock inside his pants. "In fact you haven't tried to resist since I touched your skin. Is the infamous Fullmetal Alchemist really just a little faggot?" Ed shivered visibly, a whine escaping his mouth at the same time as a single tear. "It's okay," Mustang continued, "I am too. I want you Edward. I want you to be mine." Ed moaned as Roy continued touching his body in places he'd never been touched before.

"Please Mustang stop it!" he begged. "I can't do this! It's not right!" Finally Ed found the will to pull away, but Roy only tightened his arms around him and flipped him over on the couch so Ed was on bottom.

"You know me, Ed," he said roughly, "I always get what I want, no matter the odds." Mustang grabbed both of Ed's hips firmly with both hands and ground his own bulging member into the crevice of Ed's ass through their pants. "And as I said before, I want you." Ed struggled, able to do more now that Mustang wasn't molesting his cock, but still failed under the dominance of the stronger man. "Just give in already, Edo."

Mustang pressed Ed's face into the cushions of the couch and wrapped his arms around his waist to fiddle with his belt buckle. "I think I'm going to assign you a new uniform," Roy said as he finally undid the belt. "One without a belt, or even a button for that matter." Mustang managed to pull down Ed's pants to expose his bare ass, the waist of his pants resting just below his cheeks. He moved one hand to the back of Ed's neck to hold him in place while he undid his own pants with the other.

Ed tried to wriggle out from the man's grip, only causing the pressure on his neck to become more painful and produce a squeal that no doubt only aroused Mustang more. Ed gasped and froze in his struggle when he felt a rock hard member rub against his as, the slick precum dribbling from the tip. He whined even more, his struggle renewed but still hopeless.

Mustang used his free hand to rub his eager prick against the entrance to Ed's backside, pressing gently inward as he prepared to enter the young man. His precum would serve as some amount of lube, but Ed knew it would be painful. There had been no foreplay, no preparation, and worst of all no condom. "Colonel, please-" Ed's words cut off into a scream of pain as the tip of the other man's cock pressed slowly inside of him, his sensitive tissue tearing to give way to the intrusive object.

His screams only enticed Mustang to move faster, at least a good two inches already inside his victim. Roy leaned down, his torso resting on Ed's back as he continued his journey inward. It took nearly two minutes before Ed felt Roy's balls make contact with his ass as the man's member fully invaded his body. Mustang removed his cock quickly, sending shots of pain through Ed's body as well as relief to have his body free of the thick object.

Ed didn't even have a moment to relax before his body was invaded again by Mustang's cock. He thrust it in quickly this time, driving it in the whole way. Ed gasped in pain and enjoyment as the older man's cock rubbed against his sensitive prostate. Ed arched his back underneath Roy's body, causing even more pleasure as the member slightly pulled out from his body and rubbed against his prostate again. The pleasure was intense, but it still didn't measure even close to the amount of pain that went along with it.

Mustang began thrusting his hips more quickly and more roughly as he became more aroused, loosening Ed's backside as it went. Throughout the whole time Roy kept his hand firm on the back of Ed's neck, not giving him a chance to escape. As Ed's ass was stretched around the man's thick cock it started to become less painful, and more pleasurable. He finally relaxed his body, giving into the dominant male on top of him. He even started rocking his hips back and forth to provide more contact between his dominator's cock and his own prostate, allowing himself to moan in pleasure.

It still wasn't consensual, but he might as well enjoy it if he couldn't stop it. Mustang's grip on his neck loosened slightly, focusing more on the tight sheath that enveloped his throbbing member. He started to moan in delight overtop of Ed, clearly getting close to his peak. Ed desperately worked his hips exact opposite the colonel's, doubling the speed of his penetration. He was determined to at least get his own climax by the end.

Roy moaned in delight as he orgasmed inside of Ed's loosened anus, filling him with his warm semen. Ed desperately tried to continue moving on Mustang's cock even after the other man had finished, but was denied as Roy pushed him down into the couch and pulled his wet member out of Ed's abused asshole.

"Thank you for your service, Edward," Mustang said casually as he re-buttoned his pants and tucked in his shirt. "You may take the rest of the day off, provided you stay in central command. I have a meeting to attend." With that the new Führer left his office, leaving Ed in a prone position on the couch with hot semen dripping from his gaping anus.

Ed didn't bother to get up. He just laid there on the couch, crying to himself. He allowed himself to sob audibly. After a few minutes he finally forced himself to get up, cleaning out his abused hole with some tissues he found on the Führer's desk. He upon seeing that they were covered in both semen and blood he tossed them on the desk and left them there when he left. As the Führer's assistant he had a bedroom connected to the office, so he went there and continued crying himself to sleep.

He wouldn't let this happen again. If Mustang tried to force himself on him again, he'd be the one to end up with a sore ass. Ed slept through the rest of the afternoon and into the early morning, all the while dreaming of the ways he could turn the tables next time, how he could come out on top. Most of them involved using alchemy. Foolish as it was, he still dreamt of using alchemy again. He'd have to find another way to beat Mustang, though.

End Note: Not every sex scene will be like this, but you can expect at least one more. Please submit reviews to see a new chapter!