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Retribution	By : ZaKai Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1894 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Retribution

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Ed sighed
tiredly as he set his suitcase down and fished his keys from his pocket. The trip had been a horrible waste of time,
but there was nothing to be done about that now. Finding the key he wanted, Ed stared at it
for a moment in the light of the street lamp.
It was the key Roy
had given him a year ago.

At the
time, he’d been happy when the key had been given to him, but that had marked a
change in their relationship. Roy had become more lax with
him. There were suddenly less dates, and
more instances of Roy
just telling him to come over whenever; or Roy calling him whenever he wanted
to get laid. It was like the key had
been a pseudo wedding ring and their relationship was now old news—not worthy
of Roy’s full
attention any longer.

Sliding
the key into the lock, Ed turned it slowly and quietly opened the door. If Roy
was asleep, then he didn’t want to wake him.
He’d just steal a kiss from his lover and head on back to the apartment
he shared with Al.

The
living room was dark, but Ed knew right away that Roy wasn’t asleep. There was a faint light in the hallway that
he knew came from the bedroom. The light
flickered and danced in a way that Ed knew well.

Candles...

Roy tended to prefer the newer
‘electric’ lights and usually only lit candles for one thing, and one thing
only...

Ed’s lips
tightened as he softly closed the door and set his suitcase down. In another moment he heard a faint moan—from
a female—then the soft murmuring of Roy’s
voice. It was low and unintelligible to Ed’s
ears, but it was definitely Roy.

You son-of-a-bitch... Ed thought, feeling the sudden
rush of pain. He crept silently into the
hallway. You bastard... He felt his
throat tighten and his heart sink deep into his belly. Roy
had promised him—promised—that there
would be no one else. He’d promised him
the last time this had happened, and the time before that... and the time
before that.

Now he
stood by the open bedroom door and listened to the sound of moans and pants, of
heavy breathing and whispered words of lust and desire.

It
hurt...

It hurt
so damn bad...

Why did Roy do this to him? Wasn’t he good enough?

And yet,
beyond the hurt lay a vast pool of anger.
He’d trusted Roy again and again, each time
naively believing that Roy
would keep his word—putting faith in those murmured words of apology and
affection. He’d given in to the empty
promises... the tender kisses... the damned sappy flowers... the amazing make-up
sex... He’d given into everything that
ultimately came with Roy’s
apologies.

But not tonight...

Ed
clenched his fists, letting the rage fill him up until there was no room for
him to feel any of the hurt that lay beyond.

This
would be the last time he ever walked in on Roy with someone else besides him...

Stepping
into the doorway, Ed stared unfeelingly at the scene before him. Some skanky whore was laying on the bed, her
legs open and Roy
on top of her, thrusting himself into her as he sucked on one of her
breasts. His hand gripped her other
breast tightly, and the bitch was raking her fingers down his back as she
bucked her hips and groaned with pleasure.

Ed folded
his arms and watched. He cultivated the
anger he was feeling, urged it to grow.
He felt the urge to lash out, to hit something, to cause damage. His anger was one of his less attractive
personality traits, Roy
had once told him. After that, Ed had
tried to control himself. He’d tried to
be what Roy
wanted him to be. After all, Roy liked him—even said
he loved him—and Ed felt that he
should be grateful for that. He was
lucky to have Roy... He should feel lucky to have found someone
who wanted someone like him...

But now
he didn’t care. Now, he wanted to let it
all out...

The woman
turned her head as Roy
nibbled at her neck and her eyes widened when she saw him. Her hands stopped clawing at Roy’s back and instead
began to pat incessantly on him on the shoulder.

“Hmmmm...?” Roy
murmured, completely oblivious to Ed’s presence.

“Uh... We have company...” she said, eyes still
fixed on Ed.

Ed
wondered if she could see his fury.
Could she tell that he was within an arms length of tearing them apart
and throwing her bodily out the window?
He could. He was pretty damned
strong, and she didn’t look to be all that heavy.

Roy’s head lifted and glanced in Ed’s
direction. His eyes widened
imperceptibly and he stared at Ed for a moment like an animal startled by a
bright light, then he sighed heavily and lowered his head before murmuring
something into the woman’s ear.

“Telling
her who I am?” Ed asked angrily. “Or
maybe even trying to explain what a cheating bastard you are?” His breathing was heavy and labored with the
effort of keeping his hurt and rage inside.
“Both of you disgust me... Maybe
you deserve each other.”

The
woman’s eyes widened, but Roy
patted her on the shoulder and pulled out of her. “He doesn’t mean it. He’s all bark and no bite,” Roy said easily, handing her clothes to her
and studiously not looking in Ed’s direction.

Ed scowled,
angry at Roy’s
words. He had bite. He had lots of bite! How dare Roy make him out to be some helpless and
harmless person?! How dare he humiliate
him like that in front of this... skank?! He was a very
capable fighter and there were plenty of people who could vouch for how much
bite he had.

Ed tried
to tell himself that it was very possible that the woman hadn’t known Roy was involved with
anyone. It wasn’t her he should be angry at... It wasn’t her who had cheated on him time and time again.

Clenching
and unclenching his fists, Ed waited impatiently for the woman to leave, then he’d show Roy
exactly what kind of bite he had...

After she
was decent enough to go outside, the woman scurried from the room faster than a
cat on fire. There was silence in the
room until they heard the front door shut, then Roy slowly brought his gaze to Ed and spread
his arms in a helpless gesture.

“Ed...”
he started in a placating tone.

“Shut
up,” Ed snapped. “I don’t want to hear
any of your excuses.”

“I’m
sorry, Ed... I... I have no excuse... I...”
He took a step forward, but Ed held up his hand.

“Don’t
come near me. Don’t say you’re sorry,
don’t kiss me, don’t touch me, don’t do anything!”

Roy took another step forward, and Ed
snarled angrily. What part of ‘don’t’
did the man not understand? And yet as
soon as he asked himself that, he knew. Roy didn’t understand that word, not when it came from Ed.

“I’m
just... I’m just some play thing that you can keep around for your pleasure,
aren’t I?” Ed bit out, the words bitter on his tongue.

There was
a small moment of silence, then, “No... Ed, no. I...”

“You
never had any intention to keep your word to me, did you?” Ed asked with a cold
and flat tone. It was the calm before
the storm. He could feel all the rage
building up within him and he was going to explode at any moment.

“Ed...” Roy said placating. He took another step closer, hesitated, then took another when he saw that Ed wasn’t going to stop
him. “I know you’re upset, but—”

He never
got a chance to finish. Ed pulled back
his automail arm, clenched his fist, and saw Roy’s eyes widen in disbelief before Ed
punched him in the stomach with all the force he could muster.

Roy fell to his knees like a rock in
a well. He gasped sharply in pain and
his hands flew to his gut before he bent over, letting his forehead touch the
ground. Ed stared down at him, trying
not to feel guilty. Roy deserved it. He wasn’t going to let the bastard treat him
like that anymore...

“Hurts,
doesn’t it...?” Ed said, feeling angry at himself for
the hurt he heard in his own voice. Roy slowly lifted his head
with a small moan and stared up at him—his eyebrows knit together and his mouth
pinched and drawn with pain. His eyes
radiated disbelief that this could possibly be happening, maybe even feeling
incredulity that it was Ed who was
doing it. “That’s how I feel every time
I walk in on you fucking with someone else when you’re supposed to be faithful
to me. It’s how I feel every time I realize that
you’ve lied to me—again.”

“Ed...” Roy whispered, his voice
coming out in a harsh wheeze. He put one
hand—keeping the other against his stomach—on the floor as if he was planning
on getting up, but Ed would have none of that.

“Shut up!” Ed snarled and kicked him hard in
the stomach with his automail foot. Roy
let out a cry of pain and Ed realized that not only had he gotten Roy’s
stomach, but he’d gotten the hand he’d been holding to it as well. Roy
crumpled forward, again resting his forehead on the floor. The fingers of the hand on the ground curled
against the carpet.

Ed,
breathing heavily now, tried to channel his anger instead of letting it all
burst from him in a furious tirade. He
wanted to teach Roy
a lesson and wanted to be sure that he didn’t miss the point. Slowly, his hand moved to his belt
buckle.

“You want
sex...?” Ed asked flatly. “You’re always
in such a mad rush to get sex... Well...
I’ll give you sex...” he breathed. He
undid his buckle, watching as Roy
pushed himself up on his one hand, letting his weight rest more on his
knees. He looked up at him in horrified
comprehension.

“You wouldn’t...”
Roy
breathed. When Ed said nothing, but
simply slid his belt through his belt loops, Roy looked around wildly. His eyes fixed on something, and Ed glanced
over to see Roy’s
gloves lying on his desk. He looked back
at Roy, who was still on his knees, his injured hand on his stomach, then
stepped forward and rested his boot on the man’s uninjured hand.

“If I
were you,” Ed growled warningly. “I
would stay where you are.”

When Roy glanced at the gloves again, Ed stepped down hard,
trying not to wince at the loud crunch and the exclamation of pain Roy was letting out. He’d tried to be nice, but Roy obviously thought he had a chance. Not now though. Ed was pretty sure he’d broken the fingers in
both the man’s hands. There would be no
flame alchemy for him today and it would be hard to draw an array even if he
had the chance.

Zipping
down his pants, Ed moved the toes of his boot under Roy’s chin and lifted the man’s head. Roy’s
eyes were slightly moist from the pain, but no real tears of pain. Well, Ed would have to fix that. He’d cried the first time he’d found Roy with someone else,
and he’d cried the second time too. Ed
wanted to make Roy
cry, wanted to make him feel just as shitty as he had.

Ed
backhanded Roy
once, then twice—making his nose and lip bleed—before deciding that wasn’t
giving the desired result. Folding his
leather belt in half, Ed gripped it tight and pulled his arm back, ready to
strike. Roy’s eyes widened and he shook his head
fearfully.

“Ed,
stop!” Roy cried out in alarm, but that was all
he got out before Ed brought the heavy belt down against the side of Roy’s head. There was a dull thud as it connected with Roy’s skull, then the man crumpled and fell over onto his side. Blood oozed from the spot where the buckle
had connected with his head and he lifted one broken hand to gently touch the
spot before hissing sharply and pulling it away.

“Get back
on your hands and knees!” Ed demanded angrily.

Roy’s eyes, squeezed shut against the
pain, cracked open. He looked at Ed through
watery eyes. When Ed saw that he had Roy’s attention, he lifted
the belt up again in a threatening gesture.

“Well?”
he asked tightly.

Roy swallowed hard and forced himself
to his knees, then rested his weight forward on his elbows instead of his injured
hands. Walking close, Ed reached down
and ran his palm across the blood flowing down the side of the man’s head,
smearing it over Roy’s
cheek.

“You know
why I did that?” Ed asked. Roy clenched his teeth
together and glared defiantly at Ed through the watery, pain-filled eyes. He didn’t like that look... no... he was the one in
control... Stepping back, Ed kicked Roy in the ribs with his
automail foot again and heard a sickening crunching sound.

Blood
oozed from Roy’s
mouth, down his chin, and dripped heavily on the floor. His face was pale and he grimaced before
retching hard and spewing bloody globs.
He groaned heavily and clenched his teeth together as he stared at the
mess.

“I said,” Ed yelled. “Do you know why I did that?!”

Roy coughed wetly, sending little droplets of blood and
saliva to join the blood and gore that was starting to saturate the carpet
under Roy’s
head. Then there was a shake of the head
and a faint, “No”.

Throwing
the belt aside, Ed knelt down by Roy’s
head and lifted it by the man’s chin with one of his hands. More blood was oozing from Roy’s
mouth and now the tears trickled from Roy’s
eyes and made rivets down his face, mixing in with the blood.

Ed pulled
his flaccid penis from his pants and rubbed his bloody hand against it. “It’s lube, Roy... lube. You like
lube, right?”

“You’re...
sick...” Roy
choked out, coughing blood onto Ed.

Ed let go
of Roy’s chin
and grabbed the man’s hair, pulling his head back. “You always said you liked sucking on me...
well, now you get to... Aren’t you glad
I’m giving you this wonderful opportunity to have sex?” Ed grated out. When Roy
just stared at him, Ed snapped, “Open your fucking mouth!” Roy
paused for another moment, but complied when Ed balled his automail hand into a
fist, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

Slipping
his now slightly hard cock into Roy’s
mouth, Ed looked down at the man and growled, “Better make it good...”

Roy coughed and made a small noise Ed
couldn’t place, then began to do as he was told. Roy
was good, he’d always been good, but Ed had to admit to himself that this
arousal was only partially from what was being done to him. It was the first time that he was in control
of the situation. No matter how fucked
up it was, he was in control. It was
almost intoxicating, yet frightening at the same time.

Reaching
down, Ed grabbed Roy’s head tightly with both of
his hands and slammed himself as deeply as he could into Roy’s throat. Ed watched as the man’s eyes widened as he tried
to gasp for air. He waited for almost a
minute, then he pulled out. Roy
coughed and choked, trying to gulp in air, as he rolled over onto his side.

Ed stared
down at his cock, now fully erect and dripping blood and saliva. This wasn’t the end of it... no... Roy wanted sex... he’d give
him sex...

Reaching
down, Ed pulled Roy
to his knees and pushed him forward so that his ass was sticking up in the
air. He felt Roy stiffen when he put his hands on his butt-cheeks,
but he didn’t care. Placing the head of
his cock against Roy’s
opening, Ed pushed hard. He wondered
slightly if the blood made very much difference—he couldn’t imagine it would
really work well as a lubricant—but lost that thought as he felt the warm
tightness of Roy’s
insides surround him.

He’d
never been allowed to do this; never been allowed to be top. There were a lot of things he’d never been
‘allowed’ to do in this horribly unbalanced and fucked up relationship, but no
more. He had needs too. He wasn’t someone that Roy could just step all over and use whenever
it was convenient.

Blocking
out Roy’s
exclamations of pain at the same time that he relished in them, Ed thrust
himself inside of the man over and over with reckless abandon. He told himself that he didn’t care what he’d
done to Roy or
what he was doing to him now. The
bastard deserved everything he’d gotten in the last ten minutes. Ed was in charge now, and he liked it. He liked not being the one who had to deal
with the pain for once.

His
fingers bit into the man’s skin as he neared his climax. Pushing hard into Roy’s ass, Ed let out a loud cry as he found
release. The ecstasy was momentary
however as the angry lust drained out of him as quickly as his cum was filling Roy up. He sagged wearily and took in the battered
mess of a man that had been his lover for so long.

Broken,
bleeding, and probably in need of some serious medical attention, Roy Mustang
had become something almost unrecognizable to him. His brain seemed to be trying to block out
the scene, but when he closed his eyes, the image was burned into his
mind. He could feel Roy’s body against his thighs and groin and
could feel the man’s sweaty skin beneath his fingers—physical evidence of the
consequences of his rage.

Shame settled
heavily upon him and he slowly pulled out of Mustang’s body. He stumbled backward slightly, forgetting
that his pants were around his ankles.
Everything was blurry around him and his eyes stung. Blinking a few times to clear his vision, Ed
swallowed, trying to rid himself of the lump forming in his throat. He couldn’t understand why he had this
horrible empty feeling inside. He wasn’t
supposed to feel this way... Roy was the one who was
supposed to feel hurt from this, not him...

Pulling his
pants up, Ed looked down and saw that streaks of blood glistened on the leather
from his fingers. It seemed almost
unreal, as if this were a dream... or a nightmare... He looked at Roy’s body, now curled up into the fetal
position. Roy was staring silently at him through a
mask of humiliation and pain. Tears
trickled from the man’s eyes, mixing in with the blood and dripping off his
face. His eyes and lips were pulled
tight as if trying to keep himself from showing how much pain he was actually
in.

It was
then that Ed realized that he’d been wrong.
Hurting someone else didn’t mean that he wouldn’t end up hurt himself. Guilt pressed down on him as he put his belt
back on, then looked down at his boots.

“It’s
over...” Ed said to his feet. “It’s over
between us.” He looked up at Roy and said
brokenly. “I’m... I’m sorry...
I...” He shook his head, not able to
continue. He was wrong. What he’d done was wrong. He’d done to Roy’s body what the man had been doing to his
emotions, but that didn’t make either of them right.

“I’m
sorry too...” Roy
choked out through the blood in his mouth.
“Ed...”

“No!” Ed
cried. “Don’t!” If Roy was going to say that he still loved
him—that he wanted him—even after what he’d done, Ed didn’t know that he’d be
able to take it. Even if it was a lie,
he couldn’t bear to hear it... yet, he didn’t think he could take Roy’s condemnation
either.

Not
looking at Roy,
Ed walked to the bedroom door and said, “I’ll... I’ll let someone know that you need
help.” He paused as a thought struck him. They’d surely arrest him for what he’d just
done... He might deserve it, but Ed
wasn’t willing to let it happen. “I’m
going away—leaving town. Don’t try to
find me.” He let an unspoken ‘or else’ hang on the air.

Walking
out of the bedroom and to the front door, Ed stared dully down at his suitcase
through the gloom. Then he pulled his
keys from his pockets and took Roy’s
house key off the keychain, letting it slide from his fingers to the tile
covered entryway. It clinked dully, then lay there unmoving and lifeless.

Just like
he felt...

Just like
their relationship had been...

With a
feeling of sick desolation, Ed grabbed his suitcase, opened the door, and fled
blindly into the night.

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