Bound by Desire

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There was something wet and cold slithering down his back. It would begin at the top of his neck and run its’ winding course down along the curve of his spine where it disappeared under his pants. After it finished its’ trek, the whole process would begin anew, making the whole ordeal more than annoying.

Roy groaned low in his throat as the icy touch upon his heated skin continued its’ assault. Dimly, he was aware that his sides and his head were on fire; a drastic contrast to the thing at his back. It was wreaking havoc upon his dulled mind and he wanted nothing more than to wrap himself back up in the comforting blackness of oblivion.

The ice and fire were not through with him yet, however. They seemed to be growing in intensity as he became more and more aware of his surroundings. The military man inside of him immediately began to assess his current predicament even before his eyes opened; the scent of mold in the air suggesting he was somewhere either underground or sealed up tight, the uncomfortable touch of stone against his back let him know his shirt was gone, and the fact that he could not move his arms…

Roy’s eyes snapped open and he immediately wished that they didn’t. What he saw was what he was expecting; he was in what appeared to be a cell with only one doorway that was far on the other side of where he was. Both of his hands were shackled and hung limply above his head; his arms having lost feeling from lack of circulation after having supported his full weight for so long. As for Edward, he was in the same situation. On the other side of the cell, Ed laid on his side facing Mustang. His clothes had been removed and from where Roy was positioned, he thought he could see that the young alchemist’s auto-mail arm had been removed.

He tried to search the other man’s body for signs of injury through the dim light. With what he could see, Ed had suffered only the loss of his arm and a rather aggressive looking bruise upon his temple. Despite this, he seemed to be sleeping peacefully upon the cold stone floor. And for a moment, Mustang felt a pang of jealousy since he had been so cruelly ripped from his blissful oblivion.

Another icy touch drew his attention back to his own body. What was…he craned his neck back as much as he could, ignoring the sharp jab of pain that ran through his head. There was a pipe running across the ceiling and a fine crack directly above his head was letting a steady drip of cold-water fall down upon him. With a sigh, he returned his gaze forward once again. Fantastic. He was uncomfortable enough without having his back and pants drenched with water from God knew where.

There was just one simple solution out of all this. He snapped his fingers, ready to transmutate the blasted iron shackles on his wrists. Only no sparks fired, no explosions sounded. He did not even get a puff of smoke. With a shiver, he glanced at one of his hands and groaned. His gloves were also missing.

He could survive without his shirt. Even his pants he would be willing to depart with. But to take away his gloves? Now Roy really felt naked.

On the other side of the cell, Ed moaned with pain. He shivered a little before he slowly drew himself to a sitting position. He raised a shaking hand to his head then blinked, apparently having caught sight of Roy. “What the fuck…”

Roy sighed, the action making his ribs throb. “My thoughts exactly. How do you feel?”

Edward glanced around himself as if he expected the answer to that question to be written on the walls somewhere before he finally looked at his side. “How do you think I feel? And what the fuck happened to my arm?!”

It was then that Roy noticed that Ed was also chained to the wall, though his restraint was far more lenient than his own. Around his neck was an iron collar that was connected to the wall behind him by a long chain. Who ever had shackled them here was going to pay, and was going to pay dearly.

“I don’t know. I woke just a little before you did,” Mustang answered truthfully. “Though the last thing I remember was seeing you being struck by the door when the explosion happened.”

“Explosion?” Ed’s eyes were glazed with confusion and pain, but he attempted to hide the latter as best he could under the current circumstances. Slowly, he raised a hand to the collar around his neck, tracing the heavy metal with his fingertips. His voice grew more distant, obviously battling to keep his fear out of his voice as well. “What the hell…”

Edward shifted from where he was sitting, forcing Roy to avert his eyes as creamy thighs parted for a moment, revealing Ed’s cock. The younger alchemist immediately caught his mistake and folded his legs as best he could to cover himself with. “Whoever did this is one sick bastard. Sicker than you even,” Edward growled.

Roy couldn’t stop himself from narrowing his eyes a little at the comment. He was tired and in pain, and most assuredly not in the mood to put up with Edward’s name calling. “Look, Fullmetal. I don’t know where we are or what happened. But I do know that if we want out of this, we are going to need to work together and not be at each others throats.”

Before Ed had a chance to respond, however, a loud creaking sound filled the cell. The heavy wooden door was pulled open, allowing a tall muscular man to step inside. The same man that Roy had seen prior to being knocked unconscious.

Both prisoners turned their gaze upon him, each glaring with obvious contempt.

“Well, well,” the man spoke, a hint of a smile playing across his lips. “I was wondering when the two of you were going to wake up.”

“Scar.” Mustang growled, as he was sure that this was the man’s name. His informants had been quite descriptive about the man and he had little doubt that this could be anyone else. Only someone like him would go to this much trouble to bind the two of them here.

This time, the man broke out into a grin. “I’m impressed. Though, maybe you remember me from our last meeting…you know, when you and your kind massacred my people?”

A cold lump formed within Roy’s stomach. He did remember that incident rather well and it was something he had hoped to keep in the past. Though obviously, the past did not want to stay hidden. He was trying to place the man though, but couldn’t quite remember him.

Ed was surprisingly silent. The throb of his head was making it difficult to concentrate, and he was hoping that so long as their captor was focused on Mustang, that maybe he could find a way to get them out of here. However, the mention of a massacre made his attention snap back. “What are you-oomph!” A sharp kick to his side sent fireworks exploding behind his eyelids and effectively shut him up.

“Quiet, dog. I will address you when I want to speak to you,” the one called Scar growled, his eyes glaring down at the young man.

Although Roy held no great love for Ed, he still did not want to see the other hurt so. There was little he could do physically to prevent further damage to be done, though. He only had his words to back him up. “Edward had nothing to do with that mission. I understand your anger, but he is innocent.”

Scar snorted. “Innocent? Maybe he can keep his hands clean from the blood spilt at my home, but he is still a dog of the military. Nothing but an animal waiting for orders.”

As if to prove his point, Scar knelt down and roughly stroked his calloused fingers over Ed’s hair. He tugged hard at the braid as his fingers stroked lower. “This won’t do,” he grumbled, then reached inside his belt to withdraw a knife.

Ed’s eyes snapped open at the sight of the blade. It was bad enough having the other guy’s hands on him, but what was he planning to do with that knife? He felt his blood turn to ice as he tried to back away. Suddenly he wished that Al was here; he was big and strong and could knock this guy back to whatever rock he crawled from. “Wait, what are you doing?” he whimpered, his back hitting against the wall.

Mustang’s eyes were also glued to the shimmering blade. “Stop! He’s just a child.”

Even through his fear, Edward couldn’t help but toss Mustang a cold glare. Ever since he became a part of the military the Colonel had taken every opportunity that he could to point out that Edward was beneath him; that he was immature. And now of all places, he dealt out the insult again.

However, the normal smirk was not present upon Mustang’s lips. Instead, the older man was looking with grim determination at their captor. And apparently, his words had worked.

Scar stood straight again as he looked Mustang over, the blade still in his hand. “You want me to stop? All right, but it is going to cost you.” With that, he stepped closed to the bound Colonel, teeth flashing through his vile grin.

Mustang braced himself. He stood as tall as his weary legs allowed him to and met the other man eye to eye. This would not be the first time he felt pain, nor would it be the last. And he would be damned if he was going to give this monster the satisfaction of seeing him cry out in agony. Simply put, he would take what was dealt him.

The sharp point of the knife found his side and began to trace down along his bare skin. He could feel a warm trail of blood weeping from the fresh wound created by the knife, yet he remained unflinching. But what he was not expecting was the feel of soft lips touch his neck followed by the sharp pain of teeth sinking into his skin. He gasped out before he could control it then tried to pull away on reflex.

This was all delightfully amusing to Scar. The barely controlled tremors of the man before him were delicious. He had longed for this day when he could seek his revenge, and he would fulfill his desires fully. “Don’t like that, do you,” he mused out loud. “Unfortunately for you, there’s going to be a lot more.”

The knife traveled lower over his side to the top of his pants. With a growl, Scar jerked his hand downward, cutting through the offending fabric. Again Mustang gasped as his pants were slowly, and painfully, torn from his slender frame. Soon, the tattered fabric of his boxers and pants were at his feet, leaving him naked and bleeding from the numerous small cuts over his legs. “What do you want? What sick game are you playing here?” Roy barked out, trying to mask his growing fear.

“For now, I think that is rather obvious,” Scar said, his voice almost a purr as he closed the knife and replaced it back in his pocket. He reached out to touch Mustang’s cock, his fingernails grazing over the tender flesh at the tip.

Mustang shivered as the other man roughly grabbed hold of him then, encasing his shaft in his firm grip. Much to his horror, his body began to respond immediately as he began to harden. He jerked himself back, ignoring the flash of pain caused in his ribs. This only raised another chuckle from Scar.

“Fight me, and I will simply take what I want from the kid. Maybe that is what I’ll do anyway; make you watch while I pound his ass into the floor. You would like that, wouldn’t you? Watching me rape him over and over again.” Scar snickered as he heard the sickened grunt from behind him.

Edward was not sure what he should make of all this. He was not used to feeling so utterly helpless, and the sight of his proud boss being fondled in front of him was making the sinking feeling in his heart grow worse. And then the magic word was spoken; ‘rape.’ Scar intended to rape him?? He was appalled and terrified. His only hand raced to his neck and began tugging uselessly at the metal collar there as terror took hold of him.

Scar only laughed again, knowing the other was trying to escape but also knowing it was hopeless. “After I’ve had my fun, of course, I would kill him. I’d peel his skin from his body and let him bleed to death, much like you let my family bleed to death.”

No, he could not let this happen. Mustang felt bile rising in his throat and forced it aside. If this was what he must do to keep Edward safe and pure…so be it. It’s not like he has never bedded a male before; he has found the experience to be pleasurable even. Maybe if he closed his eyes and pretended it was someone else and he was not here he could survive this. “No,” he said in a shaky voice. “I’ll do what you want. None of that will be necessary.”

Edward could hardly believe his ears. Was Mustang actually going to do something like this to save him? After all the crude comments and sharp remarks he had made to the Colonel, Ed was suddenly feeling a bit ashamed of them. “Colonel, don’t-“

“Shut up, Edward,” Mustang snapped. He had the bastard’s attention away from the younger man and he did not want to think what would happen if he lost it.

Scar only snickered and reached up to Roy’s shackles. “Wise decision. Now I am going to release your hands, but I want to warn you. If you so much as graze your teeth over my skin in a manner I find displeasing, I will make sure that the boy is missing more than his arm and leg. I trust you remember how quick I can move from before?”

After a small hesitation, Mustang gave a nod. “Just do it. I won’t try anything.” And he knew he would not. Currently, he was helpless. Their captor had the upper hand since he wielded a transmutation circle upon his skin, not to mention his body was not battered or bruised.

This was all working out splendidly. Scar could not be more pleased with himself. It was he who had leaked the information about himself to the military and it was he who ultimately came to collect his prize. Now he had two of his enemies in the palm of his hand; they were effectively as helpless as his family had been all those years ago. The thought of simply killing them outright had crossed his mind. However, he had suffered years of torment from the wrongs done to him, right? He felt it would be justice to deal out some torments of his own. Pain. Rape. Death. All would soon be felt by these two scum. He would break their mind and soul before ultimately destroying their bodies. It was the least that they deserved.

He lifted the key to the shackles that bound the Colonel to the stone wall. First one then the other was released, sending the other man staggering for a moment on his legs. Scar watched him carefully. He was no fool and he would not let his guard down for an instant around either of his two new pets. As a reminder to Mustang as to who was the boss around here, Scar suddenly slammed the flat of his hand over the bruise on Mustang’s head.

Roy yelped with pain as the world began to spin violently around him. The little energy he had gave out on him as he came crashing to his knees on the floor, swaying. He didn’t even realize the perfect position he was in until he felt rough fingers rake through his hair and pull him forward.

He wrinkled his nose and tried to pull back but the hand in his hair was unrelenting. Instead, he found his face being drawn further into Scar’s crotch, his pants still thankfully covering his skin. However, that small mercy was soon taken from him as well as Scar’s free hand came down and unzipped his pants; with a wiggle of his hips they slid half ways down his thighs, exposing his half erect shaft to the Colonel.

Mustang tried not to gag, he really did. But suddenly this all became way too real for him. There was another male in front of him who fully intended to rape him, and with one of his subordinates watching the entire fiasco. Roy could hear Scar chuckle, having sensed the other man’s distress. “Like that, do you?” Scar snickered, his hips rolling suggestively towards Roy’s face. “Ask for it. Beg to suck my dick, bitch.”

Roy turned his head away, not being able to form the words he knew he had to say. Colonel Roy Mustang did not beg, not to anyone.

A growl above him let him know of his mistake a moment before he felt a sharp tug at his hair. “I said, beg for it. Unless you have changed your mind and want me to take Edward instead?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Roy shook his head no slowly. He could do this, right? He could just distance himself, pretend it was someone else who was being forced into this…without thinking, Roy licked over his very dry lips and let his eyes lower. His voice quivered a bit with humiliation and rage despite his best efforts to hide both. “Please, let me suck you.”

Scar snorted, giving the other man another rough tug. “You call that begging? Try again…and make this good.”

Roy closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath before forcing his gaze upon the other man’s. “I want to suck your cock! Please, please give it to me…” A raise of Scar’s eyebrows made him realize that he was expecting more. Taking a wild guess, Roy spit the last of his pathetic plea out. “Please…master.”

Even to his own ears that sounded pitiful. But he had never begged for anything in his entire life, and he never realized that there would be a certain technique to it. Scar, though, seemed satisfied as the fingers in his hair tightened further and Roy suddenly found something wet but surprisingly soft probing at his lips. As his lips parted, Scar rolled his hips and thrust his hardened shaft into Roy’s strained mouth.

It took all of his willpower not to gag as he suddenly found his mouth stuffed with sweaty cock. The shaft was hard and pulsating against his tongue as it was pumped in and out between his stretched lips. Something hot and foul was dripping down his throat, making it even more hard to breath. With a whimper, Mustang’s fingers curled against the floor, his finger nails scraping over the stone as he fought to stop himself from retching.

Edward couldn’t pull his eyes away from the scene being laid out in front of him. Had Mustang actually begged…? And no, he had to be hallucinating. There was no way that Mustang was now down on his knees with a cock being rammed down his throat. He felt a twinge of pity for his boss as he heard Roy give a whimper of despair. He was doing this to save Ed, but even that in itself was hard to imagine. Feeling his cheeks flush red, Edward finally managed to force his eyes to the floor, not wishing to add to Mustang’s humiliation by witnessing what was being done to him.

Scar saw the younger man look away and snarled. “Keep your eyes on us, boy. Watch every bit of it. Watch as your whore of a Colonel begs for more!” With that, Scar suddenly pushed Roy away from his cock, letting him collapse to his side on the floor, his chest heaving heavily as he tried to regain his breath.

Roy glanced at Ed, who was now watching again. And to Ed’s amazement, the Colonel glanced away first in shame, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and fury. Yet still the cold glint in his eyes refused to waver.

With some effort, Roy managed to push himself to his hands and knees. The pain in his side had increased ten fold by now, making his movements sluggish. Being tossed around like a rag doll was obviously not helping what he believed now to be a few cracked ribs. It was probably this pain that he felt that prevented him from guessing what would happen next.

The rough hand was back in his hair, yanking his head back at a sharp angle and making his back curl some. He was facing Edward now and could see the disgust and fear in the young alchemist’s eyes. And, surprisingly, he also could see the beginnings of an erection forming in Ed’s lap.

With a low growl, he felt a surge of determination flow through him. He braced his arms against the floor and didn’t move, firm in his belief that through whatever happened, he would not show any signs of distress.

Scar could not stop himself from smirking. Not that he wanted to hide it. Having Mustang on his hands and knees in front of him like a dog waiting to please it’s master was all too erotic and satisfying. He tugged at the black hair in his grip again, feeling some strands being ripped free from his scalp. He kicked Mustang’s legs further apart before pressing against the other man, letting him feel his throbbing erection against his ass. “Feels good, doesn’t it. You want it, don’t you?,” Scar growled, his voice a low rumble within his chest. “Answer me, bitch!”

Mustang bit his lip, his entire body tensing up. To beg for this kind of intrusion would be more humiliating than what he had been subjected to before. He didn’t know if he could do it. A sharp jab in his side as a fist was suddenly slammed into his bruised skin ceased all other doubts from forming in his mind.

Scar dragged his fingernail down along the Colonel’s side, pressing in hard enough to make the pale flesh flare red and form a welt along the trail it made. “Remember what happens if you don’t do as I say. Then again, I suppose one more death caused by you would just be another notch in your belt, huh?”

His arms were trembling, whether from fatigue or dread he did not know. But another look at Ed let him know he would have to follow through. The boy was terrified. In the past few years that Edward had served under him, he had seen a wide array of emotions from him. But he never saw the terror that was lurking in those pale yellow eyes before. The boy took Scar’s threats to heart, as well he probably should.

With a grunt, Mustang forced his body into action. He rocked his ass back against the throbbing muscle that had been caressing against him. He felt warm liquid drip onto his thigh from Scar’s weeping erection. He continued the slow dance of his ass against the throbbing cock as he parted his lips, forcing words to tumble from his mouth. “Yes! Fuck me…please, fuck-“

His words were cut off as a new kind of pain flashed over him. Fire tore into his asshole as it was suddenly ripped open by Scar’s cock. No preparation was given, no warning. Just raw, heated muscle prying his tight ring apart. A scream of pain escaped Roy’s parted lips before he could regain control. His throat felt raw as he screamed again and again as Scar rammed his mass into his tight hole, all while he was being kept firmly in place by the death grip in his hair, making movement impossible.

He felt something warm trickle down the back of his thighs and the scent of copper filled the air. Blood. His blood. The bastard was tearing his insides apart! And worst yet, the feel of his blood seemed to have sent Scar into a frenzy.

The hand in his hair was removed and instead was placed on his hips, forcing his ass to raise higher in the air so that the offending shaft could ram deeper inside. Roy moaned in agony as he felt one hand slide down to grasp his genitals, tugging at his cock ruthlessly. The fingers around him were clasped in a tight tunnel, making it feel like Scar was trying to strangle the blood out of his cock more than anything else.

The sickening sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the cell. Everything else, except for Mustang’s pained moans, was drowned out. Edward had drawn himself further away from the scene but kept his eyes obediently on it. Although, some part of him doubted he would be able to look away at this point. It was like a car wreck; something awful but something you also couldn’t look away from. Ed drew his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arm around them protectively, his slight body shivering with fear and revulsion. But he was not repulsed by Mustang; the man would never willingly ask for treatment like this. What repulsed him was the fact that Mustang had been reduced to such a state. Even though they never got along, Edward would never say that Mustang had this coming. No one deserved this.

He watched as Scar slammed into his boss for what felt like an eternity. Blood was now seeping down his thighs and yet still the massive shaft kept stabbing into his body.

Suddenly, Scar tensed, his fingers dug deeply into Roy’s skin. He pulled his cock out fully and slammed it in once more before letting out a breathy moan as his balls emptied their heavy load into the Colonel’s ass, making the other man whimper.

Roy had been a state of absolute pain. If there was a hell, this had to have been it. Wave after wave of fire raced through his body until he was beginning to believe that it would never cease. He was actually thrilled when he felt his attacker pause then slam into him again before releasing thick spurts of his disgusting seed deep inside his battered body.

It was humiliating and repulsive yet still he pushed himself back, milking the cock with everything he had left in him if only to quicken the orgasm to it’s conclusion so that this entire nightmare would end. There was a shudder behind him then another moan before thankfully, blissfully, the cock was withdrawn from his aching hole. His body gave out on him at that point, making him fall to the ground, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself.

From behind him, he heard Scar make a grunt of approval. Roy cringed as he felt those rough hands on him again along with something new; Scar had taken a piece of his torn pants and was now swiping the rest of the blood off his legs before he tossed it into the cell’s far corner.

“That’ll do for now, bitch. This time I was gentle on you,” Scar said with a hint of a smirk. He grabbed hold of Mustang’s hair and tugged the other man to his feet harshly. Already battered, Mustang could only grunt with protest.

Before he could think, Mustang found his back once again thrust back against the cold, damp wall and his wrists bound by the biting metal of the shackles. His eyes flicked up to glare at his captor but remained silent in fear that he would be forced to perform again.

Scar only laughed and patted him on the cheek before slapping him hard across the face. “Sweet dreams, pet. There will be more tomorrow.”

Mustang’s eyes widened a bit, causing another chuckle to emit from Scar. He forced his gaze away quickly, a new fear growing in the pit of his stomach. It was going to happen again. He was going to be raped and abused right in front of Ed all over again. The only comfort he got was the sound of the cell door swinging shut as Scar left the room.

For a long minute, he kept his eyes firmly planted upon the floor. A storm of emotions was creating havoc inside his mind; fear, anger, shame. Yet still, he prided himself for not shedding a tear throughout the ordeal. What happened was terrible, but it had to be done. And he may have lost some dignity, but he would never give that bastard the satisfaction in seeing just how much the torments had gotten to him.

From across the room, Edward shifted as he studied the Colonel. The man was slumped against the wall, the shackles supporting most of his weight. But what worried Ed the most was the look on his face. He suddenly wanted to comfort the man, to let him know that whatever happened here he wouldn’t hold against him and that it wasn’t Roy’s fault. “Colonel, I…”

“Don’t,” Roy snapped, cutting Ed off before he could finish, though still his gaze remained firmly planted upon the floor. “Don’t say it, Fullmetal.”

It was more bitter than Mustang had intended, but he could not face any pity or words of comfort. Not now that his body and mind had been abused so. He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and forget everything that had happened. Like some nightmare, maybe if he pushed it from his mind it would all go away.

He let his tired eyes fall closed, hoping to do just that. “If you ever mention what happened here outside this room, I will kill you,” he mumbled, his voice tired but deadly serious.

Ed swallowed but nodded his head in understanding. Normally, he’d snap at such a comment. But right now, he had to agree the Colonel would have every right to kill him if he told anyone. Not that he would. After all, Roy had just sacrificed his dignity for him.

As Ed watched sadly, Mustang slumped down further against the wall. His arms were stretched in a painful looking position. Even so, his breath evened out as he once again succumbed to the grateful bliss of unconsciousness.