AN: Sorry! We know we said we would update like five weeks ago, but there were complications! Anyway, here's the latest chapter. It's much longer than usual. Like a DOUBLE-UPDATE!

WARNING: This chapter contains lemon. Anyone under the age of 16 should probably skip this chapter.

Passion Beneath The Cherry Blossoms is a FMA fanfic told from the POV of Roy Mustang. This is a primarily Roy/Ed fic. There is Yaoi in here. More sex scenes at a later date. Thanks for the reviews!

If I'd stuck around, I might've heard the frantic, muffled screams of my lover. If I'd stayed and waited, I might've been able to save him from the most horrible experience of his entire life.

But I didn't. I walked away, unknowing of what was about to happen.

Alphonse entered Edward's room quietly, shutting the door without a sound behind him and propping a chair up under the door handle so no one could enter.

Alphonse walked as if time didn't exist, relishing with delight the changing expressions on Edward's face as he looked up, hearing footsteps and expecting Roy, and instead found none other than the man that had caused Roy to leave.

"Al?" Again, a feeling of helpless relief swept over Ed. His brother was alive again after being nothing but a soul imprisoned in steel for so long. Then the fear set in. "Al… Why are you… looking at me like that?"

Alphonse had advanced all the way to Edward's bed by now. He loomed hungrily over Edward, leaning his hands onto the bedside. "Edward, you should have realized that if you were bad, I'd have to punish you."

Edward swallowed, throat dry, unconsciously inching away from the larger, stronger blonde. "Punish me? Al…" He laughed nervously. "What are you talking about?"

Al leaned closer, almost on top of Edward. "You've been naughty," he said, no more than a whisper. "Leaving me alone while you run off to fuck some boy-toy of yours."

Edward cringed under Al's penetrating gaze. "I love Roy," he murmured.

"Excuse me?"

Al was so close to Edward's face that Edward felt dizzy. Al kissed him on the lips. It was a gentle kiss, but it expressed an undying need for more. Al leaned in closer.

"No!" Edward moaned. "No, I love Roy! Roy, and not you!"

Alphonse paused at this. His voice was suddenly childlike, just as it had been when his soul was trapped inside the suit of armor. "You don't love me, Brother?"

"Al…" Edward hesitated just long enough for Al to clamber on top of him, forcing him back against the hospital bed. "AL! Stop—!"

Al cut him off by forcing his tongue into Edward's mouth. He straddled Edward, keeping the weaker man's legs immobile.

Without relenting on the kiss, Alphonse managed to unfasten Edward's hospital gown, all but exposing him. Alphonse stopped the kiss only to clasp a hand firmly over Edward's mouth. "I really would love to hear you scream, but we can't have any nurses running in to intervene."

Edward moaned in despair out from under Al's hand. Tears were falling fast from his eyes.

"What's that?" Al asked in mock curiosity. "You want to give me a blowjob? Well Edward! I didn't expect you to be so forward about it, but if you insist!" Kissing Edward again, Al was able to remove his own pants quite easily. He'd gone commando for the occasion, so there would be no need to remove something as unnecessary as boxers.

Edward cried out again, presumably in protest (though it was hard to really make out what he was saying), as Al shoved his throbbing erection into his mouth. Alphonse didn't give him any choice in the matter. He held Edward's jaw tightly so it wouldn't move from where he'd positioned it as he then thrusted, hard and fast, into Ed's mouth.

While Edward was preoccupied, Alphonse was quickly becoming impatient. He grabbed at Edward's ass, pulling him closer.

Edward cried out in muffled terror around Al's shaft.

Alphonse paid him no mind. He moved his hand in between Edward's buttocks, fingering the hole once before slipping a finger into Edward.

Alphonse yelled, drowning Edward's surprise out, "Unggg, Edward! You're so tight!"

Already having been violated in more ways than one, Edward closed his eyes and wished for everything to either end or be brought to an end by someone coming to his rescue, preferably Roy.

Unfortunately, that was not the way it was going to be. Alphonse shot cum into Edward's mouth and held it closed until he swallowed it. "That's right, Eddy. You love how I taste."

On the contrary, Edward felt as though he were about to vomit.

Alphonse pulled out then, rearranging himself and tying a gag he'd brought with him around Edward's head, so he wouldn't scream. "You're going to like this part," he murmured, "I brought you a present."

Edward cringed, thinking of all the horrible things that could be as Alphonse reached for his pants that had fallen to the floor. He pulled something out of the pocket. It was long and shiny. A scalpel.

Edward was still with wide eyes.

One thought hit his mind all at once.

No.

Al had something awful in mind. Something permanent. And Ed didn't want to find out what it was. He kicked out at his brother, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

Al held him fast. "You won't get rid of me that easily," he said. Scalpel in hand, Al began to thumb the soft flesh surrounding Edward's hipbone. "Let's see just how much you really love that boy-toy of yours." His fingers removed from the blonde's entrance, Al teased at it with the scalpel's edge, puncturing the flesh. A few small driblets of blood eased themselves around the blade.

Edward's stomach began to twist with the pain. He let out a small whimper from beneath the gag. This brought a smirk across his tormentor's face. "What? Reconsidering your man, Edward?" Temporarily, he leaned in closer to Ed's amber orbs and untied the gag, "Now tell me who owns you, Eddy, and we can put this whole thing behind us."

Edward spat in Al's face.

Wiping the saliva away, Al chuckled and tied the gag back into its original position. "Oh Edward, you silly boy with your silly pride. You don't know what's best for you."

And with that, he thrust the scalpel further inside of the bisque-haired teen. Edward's stomach churned as pain shot through his abdomen. He could feel more blood dribbling between his thighs. The stinging sensation only grew worse as Al drove the scalpel into his love-cavern deeper. Shaking from pain, fear, and blood loss, Edward cried out as loudly as a gagged man could.

But unfortunately, Roy was long gone, and only Alphonse was there to hear.

Finally, Alphonse slowly and painstakingly removed the scalpel, tearing the already damaged, bleeding tissue. Edward shuddered as it finally separated from his body.

"So Eddy, what's it going to be?" Al lifted the gag from his brother's jaw.

Edward shivered in pain.

Alphonse smirked. "Who owns you, Edward?"

Between struggled gasps for breath, the blonde managed to mutter only five words.

"My heart… belongs… to Roy."

The backside of his younger brother's hand made swift contact with Edward's cheek, leaving an angry red mark along the flesh. The gag was shoved back into his mouth. With nonchalance Al replied, "Well your body belongs to me."

With that, he twisted the scalpel in his palm, drawing it closer to Edward's waistline. He aimed near the bone, and pierced. Al dragged the knife downward, then pierced once again. Drag. Pierce. Drag. Pierce. Edward writhed in agony underneath his brother as crimson slashes were dug into his waistline like clockwork. He panted, his breath ragged from the pain in his abdomen.

Edward's world turned, and he felt himself lose consciousness for a moment. When his vision came back into focus, he realized Alphonse had flipped him over. Edward's gagged face slumped into the pillow, leaving him struggling for oxygen. He felt Al pull his buttocks up into the air. Edward cringed in repulsion as he felt his brother touch the soft, damaged tissue of the orifice there.

Then Edward screamed. Al had forced his erection into him. He thrusted hard into the Fullmetal, unrelenting in his need for pleasure and indifferent to the destruction of Edward's already damaged body.

Edward cried out, tears streaming down his face and onto the waiting pillow of the hospital bed. But his screams never reached far beyond his gag. Al was holding him down, fucking him, raping him. He was taking all he had left.

Al was holding his brother's wrists behind his back, shoving himself into Edward with sadistic pleasure. He leered and moaned over his brother. Edward felt saliva drip from Al's grinning mouth onto his shoulder blades. He shuddered. The combination of pain, disgust, and terror was a threat to his mind. Edward gasped and squeezed his eyes closed, trying to ignore a particularly painful buck of his younger brother's hips. He hurt so much; his fists clenched until his knuckled shone white, his nails digging into his palms, freeing blood.

Edward tensed and shuddered into his pillow. He couldn't move. His brother was too strong. He couldn't get help. The emergency button was just out of reach. He couldn't do anything. Where was Roy?

Edward felt Al change the position of his hands, encircling Edward's wrists with one while the other traveled… down. Edward sobbed… His brother clamped a hand… tight around his…

Edward could take no more. He had to escape.

He was suddenly still, calmer. His eyes were glassy with tears, but they were vacant. He was still in the hospital bed with his brother attacking him, but at the same time, he was somewhere else… somewhere else entirely.

He remembered being in front of the gate.

The doors creaked open, exposing clawing hands, ghostly arms and lavender eyes of beings inhuman. He was terrified, but he didn't run. There was nowhere to go. The black ghosting limbs of the gate had taken his left leg from him already. This time, it was a voluntary visit. He felt his right arm torn from his body and screamed. It was painful. The most painful thing he'd ever felt. But at least then it was worth it. It was equivalent exchange. He was getting his brother's soul in return for his limbs.

What was he getting now?

Where was the equivalent exchange this time?

Everything was being taken from him.

He had lost his brother. This new Al was nothing in comparison to him, a mere shadow to the person Alphonse had once been.

He had lost Roy. No doubt that the man wouldn't come back. Edward wanted to trust him, to believe what he'd said. But how could Roy ever forgive him for what he'd done?

He had lost his body. Not in the sense that Alphonse had, once upon a time. But he'd still lost it. He had no say over what was happening to him now.

It was terrible. It was terrible and unfair. It wasn't equivalent at all. There was no prize to be exchanged here.

Edward knew he would never forgive himself.

He had lost everything in the course of a week. His brother, his happiness, his body, and most importantly… Roy.

Edward hiccupped a sob, lapsing back to the present. The homunculus formerly known as his brother was biting and sucking at the tender skin of Ed's neck, causing jolts of pain that would form bruises in no time.

Edward shook his head, biting his lip until it drew blood, trying to repress the physical and mental pain that had returned full force.

He tried to bring up another memory fast. He recalled the first time he'd ever met Roy.

There was a fierce storm conjuring outside. The rain fell down in sheets so thick; it was a miracle that Alphonse didn't rust. The suit of armor holding his brother's soul carried him across the way from their childhood home to the house of the Rockbells.

Winry had been frantic. "What happened?" she cried over and over again. Pinako Rockbell wore a worried gaze, but worked quickly to help Edward. She stopped the bleeding of his stolen limbs and managed to attach new automail in its place. Edward tensed and muffled his screams all the while. The process was very painful.

And then Roy showed up. His dark hair was soaked from the rain. He had come a long way for the Elrics. He was younger then, but still a few years older than the Elric brothers. He was determined to bring them with him back to Central.

Pinako was angry. Why should he come calling in this hour of horror? And why had he come? He wanted to recruit the Elrics for State Alchemists. She wouldn't have that in her house.

But Edward was intrigued by the idea. Becoming a state alchemist would no doubt help him discover the means to get back his brother's body. Edward wasn't sure what he thought of the black-haired coronel at the time, but he had an intuitive feeling that he would be seeing him again.

And he did. Many times.

So many times that they all seemed to blur together.

Edward wished they wouldn't. He wanted each memory to be separate and unique. He wanted ever instance of Roy whispering his name to stand out in his mind. He wanted to know the subtle difference between every passing glace he'd ever received from him. He wanted to remember every touch…

They held hands every night walking home, Edward and Roy. Edward only wished it could have lasted longer. Every time he felt Roy's hand surround his, he felt hungry for more. He was needy, and though he wasn't too happy to admit it, he felt like he needed Roy much more than Roy needed him.

Roy was independent. He was strong-headed and strong-willed and strong all over. He was talented and good-looking. Edward didn't know why the man seemed to care for him so deeply. Why would Roy pick him when he could have not only any girl he wanted, but probably any man he wanted as well?

Edward was tiny. He'd always been self-conscious about his height, even as a child. He wasn't rugged or muscular or anything else that would be considered handsome in a man. And he struggled with his temper constantly. The only thing he had ever been any good at was alchemy, and from where had he gotten that? By trading his brother's soul to the gate.

He had nothing.

Nothing.

Edward moved as slow as he could to wipe a single tear from his eye. He hurt everywhere. It was then that he realized that the weight of Alphonse's body was removed from him.

Edward turned his head slowly… slowly. The room was empty. Al was gone. He'd left Edward to bleed on the hospital bed.

Edward shuddered at the thought of him coming back for more. Alphonse had left him alive…

Edward wondered if he even wanted to be alive. After all this…

He decided to let someone else handle it.

He reached out an arm, cringing with the effort it took, and pressed the button to call the nurse. Falling back into the bed, he let himself sink into unconsciousness, too weary to even see if he would make it.

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