Bound by Desire

AN: Sorry! I know it has been awhile since I updated, but blame my computer. The bloody thing got 4 viruses which basically wiped out everything. :sob: On top of waiting for it to be fixed, I was also disgusted with losing the entire chapter so I put it off. But at least now it’s here. I hope you enjoy.

Thank you for all your reviews! They make me happy and wanting to continue. ;]

Just one other thing, I KNOW Scar is OOC. Which is why I placed that warning on the first chapter. But then again, I also acknowledged no one reads Author’s Notes. Just like no one is reading this now…lol.




If Ed tilted his hips just so, and leaned as far as the chain that kept him prisoner allowed him, he could reach the Colonel with the tips of his fingers, if only just barely. But that light touch was all that he needed. For you see, Scar made a vital mistake. He may have wisely bound the two alchemists to the wall, but he failed to realize that they were not completely helpless. They still had alchemy on their side, so long as they could find a way to make a transmutation circle.

The rape forced upon Roy had been horrendous, but it had also shed a glimmer of hope for them. It gave Ed an idea, one that was so obvious he was ready to slap himself. After Scar had left, Edward had watched the other man forlornly as he collapsed into himself. As he had watched, he noticed their salvation: Roy’s blood dripping down his sides and legs.

Transmutation circles could be created using just about anything if done properly, and Ed was no novice to using blood as a substitute for chalk. After the incident that had robbed him of his leg and arm and his brother of his body, he had quickly bound his brother’s soul to a hunk of armor by using his own blood. Once again, blood would be a means of hasty but effective salvation.

Ed stretched out carefully again, the metal of his collar biting into his already bruised skin. He touched Roy’s calf, coating his index and middle finger in the cooling thick liquid before drawing away again. True, he could use his own blood but he feared that if Scar should return before the circle could be complete and would notice new wounds on Ed, then the other man would catch on and their only ray of hope would be diminished.

Blood was a tricky substance to work with. It dried too quickly for Ed’s liking, and the use of his fingers made the drawing less than perfect. Thus, the creation of the circle was a slow process; dip fingers, sit back, draw, repeat. He felt guilty for using his boss as an ink well, but under the circumstances, Ed was almost positive the other man wouldn’t object. Anything to keep Scar’s hands and dick away from him.

The wounds placed upon Roy’s skin were beginning to close, shutting off Ed’s supply of makeshift ink. After Scar had finished, he had wiped the red trails off of Roy with the man’s ruined pants. However, some parts of the wounds were deep and kept weeping even after Scar departed. It was bittersweet that they were closing now; Ed may be forced to think of a new source of blood, but at least Roy would not bleed to death.

Ed shifted his weight for what felt like the hundredth time. Just as his fingers began to graze over Roy’s thigh, he felt the other man move.

“Fucking…pervert…” Roy groaned, his head rolling to the side as he slowly became awake again. A flinch marred his handsome face for the briefest of moments, and Ed could tell that he was fighting his body’s desire to wake him. “Keep your fuckin’…your damned hands off me…”

The last was said with a groan as Roy submitted defeat and was stimulated back to life. His dark eyes blinked once in the dim light as he looked around the cell. The look of confusion was quickly replaced with one of disgust and fear as the memories on just how he had ended up there returned to him. “Fuck. It wasn’t a dream.”

“No, sir,” Edward said quietly. Usually, he rather hated the use of any title that would credit Mustang’s rank over him. But under the current circumstances, it was all that Ed could offer in the form of comfort. “I’m afraid it isn’t.”

Roy forced his legs to obey him as he pushed himself back against the wall. Once again he was reminded on how painful sleeping against a wall with only chains to support his full weight was. His wrists were cold and numb, as were his hands. Even his knees were aching. He let his gaze fall over Ed and frowned more. “You’re hurt,” he stated, nodding to Ed’s fingertips.

At this, Ed blushed. Knowing that doing something for the better good and talking about it were two different things. “It’s not mine, Colonel. I had to use your blood, for a way to get us the hell out of here.”

Out of here…those three words calmed the Colonel down visibly. He’d gladly give all the blood he had just as long as it would get them out of this miserable hole in hell. He then saw exactly why Ed was so suddenly interested in blood; a half finished transmutation circle lay on the dirty floor. He could tell that Ed had been working on the intricate loops and designs carefully. After all, dirt, stone, and blood were not the best conditions for making such a circle. But it was enough. It gave them both some hope. “That’s very resourceful, Fullmetal…morbid, but resourceful.”

Ed hung his head in shame. Roy had already been through enough. But to his shock, he caught the faintest of smiles upon the other’s lips. Roy was smiling? “Sir?”

“Don’t worry about it. Whatever it takes to get out of this fucking prison, I am for it.”

Ed flashed him a smile and nodded. “That’s what I thought you’d say. Although even if you said no, I’d still do it. I’m not letting that bastard touch either of us again.”

Roy fought back the urge to retch at the reminder of the night’s earlier activities. His ass still ached and his flesh still burned with Scar’s brutal touch. He wanted nothing more than to flee from here and to scrub his skin raw. Perhaps a little reminder of his former life, when they were free, would help raise his spirits…”That’s quite a bold statement coming from a shrimp.”

There it was. The flash of rage in Ed’s eyes, the curling of his fingers on his remaining hand, and of course, the flush of crimson across the boy’s cheek. All so familiar. All so utterly welcoming. “You god damned prick! After all this shit, you are still going to pick on my size? How many times do I got to tell you I am NOT short?!”

Roy listened to each statement with mild amusement. It had always been so easy to rile the boy into a tantrum. As a matter of fact, it had become a bit of a game to him. How long would it take for him to get Ed to explode? How far could he push the boy? And in truth, he always enjoyed seeing the raw emotion in the younger man. He knew that plenty of people suffered under Elric’s temper, but he also knew that no one received the full extent of it like he. It often intrigued him why he, Roy Mustang, was able to cause such a stir in someone.

His brief moment of amusement was short lived, however. The sound of quick determined footsteps coming down a corridor made Roy realize his mistake. Ed’s voice was high when he was angry, and it would have carried to Scar’s ears. Roy’s stomach clenched and his eyes flicked up to the still raving boy sitting across from him. “Fullmetal,” he said, trying to gain the other’s attention.

“No! I am tired, sore, and hell if I am in the mood to be stuck in here with you. And of all the god damned times to call me short-which I’m not! You had to pick-“

“Edward,” Roy tried again, his voice rising just slightly. The footsteps were drawing closer and if Scar should see Ed’s hard work, they were both doomed.

Ed seemed to catch on at last. After all, the Colonel never used his first name like that. Unfortunately, he did not have long to dwell on the fact as his ears also picked up the sound of approaching footsteps. “Shit,” he moaned, a hint of fear overpowering the anger in his voice. He scrambled to grab what shreds of Roy’s tattered pants he could off the floor. Working quickly, he managed to cover most of the transmutation circle with the torn fabric. What couldn’t be covered was left out in the open, but fortunately it did not resemble anything more than splattered blood upon the floor.

Just as Edward double checked his quick work, the cell door began to creek open. Without a second thought, he jammed his blood covered fingers into his mouth and sucked, washing them clean. The taste of copper filled his senses and he fought the urge to grimace at the taste of the Colonel’s blood, but he managed to lower his hand again and replace the look with one of rage just as Scar returned to the cell.

“Well well, pets,” their captor taunted, his hands placed upon his hips. Roy forced his eyes upon the man and not on the transmutation circle that lay just below Scar’s feet. If he kicked up the fabric too much and looked down…

“Care to explain all this racket I keep hearing? If you’re trying to scream for help, it’s useless.” Scar smirked as he looked from Roy to Ed, daring each one silently to scream in his presence.

Edward shrugged, trying to play it off. “It was worth a shot. You know, we have to find something to do.”

“Mm,” Scar acknowledged with a nod, his eyes focused upon the younger man. “Very true. But all that racket seemed to be more angry than pleading. Don’t tell me you two dislike each other’s company?”

Well if Scar wanted to start up a conversation, why not. At least they were not getting fucked and more importantly, at least Scar was keeping his focus on them and not at the ground by his feet. Ed pressed forward, trying to keep the twinge of hatred and despair out of his voice as he spoke. “I’ve had better company, but I guess we make do with what we have. So, when are you going to let us go?”

This caused a laugh to erupt from Scar’s lips. Not that Edward was finding anything funny about his question. “Let you go? No, I don’t plan on doing that for a long time. And when I do, it will be me returning your bodies to your headquarters. I have plans for you,” Scar sneered. “First things first, though. I think it is time I taught you both some manners. You both seem to need to get better acquainted.”

Any and all feelings of hope felt within the two alchemists were suddenly, and brutally, slaughtered. Even without the words, the mere look in Scar’s eyes was enough to let them know that they were to be subjected to yet another round of torture. Edward groaned despite himself as their captor stepped towards him. He felt Scar’s fingers slip through his hair and yank at the long strands, making Ed yelp with pain.

“Yes, better manners indeed.” Scar tugged once again before he let his hand travel down the boy’s chest to one of his nipples, where calloused fingers encircled the sensitive brown peak and twisted it brutally until Ed was forced to whine with his displeasure.

From where he was standing against the other side of the cell, Colonel Mustang was fighting a battle with himself. His stomach was doing flips and twists as every nerve of his body recalled the similar treatment he had been subjected to only hours before. Now, however, it seemed like he was to be spared and it was Edward’s turn to face the punishment. The idea of Ed going through something so horrible made him want to retch even more. Ed was so young and innocent, no matter how much he would protest otherwise. He was still a kid in many ways; it was sinful to take away his purity in such a manner. “God damnit, Scar,” Roy growled, his voice still rough from crying out earlier. “He’s innocent. If you need to do this, do it to me. I fucking killed your people! I fucked you over!”

If his aim was to get Scar’s attention, he certainly succeeded. The muscular man’s hand stopped their assault upon Ed’s flesh as cold eyes turned to glare at Roy. There was hatred there, pure and unrestrained emotion which made Roy’s heart skip a beat in fright. “You are right, Colonel,” Scar said almost calmly as he stood straighter, approaching the bound man. “I remember seeing you, your hand raised and poised, ready to strike down anything and anyone who moved, who breathed. How many did you kill that day? Numbers don’t even mean anything to you, do they?”

Mustang swallowed thickly as again memories of the massacre flashed through his mind. Memories of children screaming and women weeping before they too were set aflame and whisked into nothingness by his gloved hand. Maybe this really was hell, and maybe he did deserve this. “I remember, Scar. There isn’t a night that passes that I don’t see their faces or recall their pleas. Which is why you should punish me. Torture me. Do what ever you please because you are right, I deserve it. But Edward does not.”

Ed was still recovering from his near rape. His nipple was afire with aggravated nerve endings and bruising skin. But for the moment, he was shocked by Roy’s words. True, he knew the basics of the event that had brought them here, but to hear Mustang speak of it in such away…it sounded like the man had a soul. Like he had feelings. Again Edward found himself surprised by his superior.

Scar seemed to consider Roy’s words before he shook his head with disagreement. “You did not spare my people, no matter if they were innocent or not. I will not bestow the same courtesy upon you. As a matter of fact, I will let you deal out Ed’s punishment.”

Without further words, Scar stepped towards Roy, his sadistic smirk back upon his lips. There was nothing he enjoyed more than dealing out vengeance. And this would be revenge that would tower over all others. True, he did know that Edward was innocent of the attacks on his people, but that did not mean the boy was blameless. He had willingly joined the murderous army and in so doing, he had inherited all of their sins.

He plucked the silver key out of his pocket and unchained the Colonel’s hands, sending the other man to his knees upon the harsh floor. After his brutal treatment and lack of proper circulation running through his body, the Colonel was finding himself despairingly weak. He shot Edward a sorrowful glance from across the cell, his dark eyes searching before he forced his look away. Whatever was going to happen, he wished that Ed didn’t have to see.

With a growl, Scar tugged on Roy’s wrist and pulled the other man forward roughly, making the Colonel gasp with alarm. Luckily, his other hand was quick to find support against the floor before he crashed face first upon the stone. Scar paid him no attention and instead focused his efforts on dragging the other man across the cell to where Edward sat, huddled against the wall, his eyes wide and watching everything cautiously. Once there, Scar gave Roy a swift kick in the ribs, sending him sprawling in front of the younger alchemist.

“Same rules as before. If you do what I say, I won’t be forced to take out my anger on young Edward here. If you make any moves I don’t like, I will simply kill him and make you suffer ten times as worse than you are now, understood?”

Roy bit the inside of his cheek to stop the string of curses he desperately wanted to throw at the other man. He wanted to tell him just what he could do with those rules. However, as good as it would feel to unleash the verbal assault, he knew the consequences would not be worth it. Instead he simply nodded and looked up to the other man, waiting for the first of his orders.

Scar smirked and folded his arms across his chest as he glared down at his two prisoners. “Good. I knew you were a fast learner. But let’s test how fast of a learner you are. Fuck the boy.”

Edward’s stomach dropped out from under him. Fuck the…wait, what?! Him? No! Edward looked at his Colonel with wide amber eyes, both disbelief and growing fear shining through. This was not happening. Roy was not going to…he couldn’t just…shit, Edward could not even form the words in his own mind.

Roy was suffering an equal amount of despair as his dark eyes met Edward’s, silently pleading for forgiveness. He licked his lips, trying franticly to find some form of escape before he was forced to commit such an act. But there was none. Except for maybe begging. Scar seemed to have liked that. “Please, Scar. Don’t do this. Fuck me if you want, but don’t make me do this to Edward.”
Apparently, Scar was not in a begging kind of mood at the moment. He swung a fist, connecting it squarely on the Colonel’s jaw and sending him crashing to his back on the floor with a grunt. “Don’t make me tell you again, asshole. Either you fuck him, or I will.”

Roy swallowed but nodded slowly, his fingers going to his jaw to gently rub at the stinging pain there. After a seconds hesitation, he pushed himself back to his hands and knees to face Edward, frowning more at the sight of pure fright shining in the other’s eyes. “Fullmetal,” he whispered as he leaned in to kiss the boy’s lips. “Forgive me for this.”

Edward froze as warm lips were pressed to his. His mouth opened to protest but was only rewarded with the feel of a hot tongue suddenly snaked into his mouth. His eyes widened a little as he watched the Colonel kiss him, the other man’s eyes having fallen shut as he concentrated, or perhaps willed himself, to do this. Every nerve in his body was suddenly dancing and tingling in a way he had never sensed before; the hot breath over his skin, the feel of gentle fingertips stroking over his chest that had been bruised, even the feel of the other’s tongue dancing over his all made his body quiver.

In his lap, his cock twitched to life, starting to harden in a way that it only did when he saw Winry. This was wrong. This shouldn’t be happening. With his remaining arm, Ed pushed Roy away from him as he scrambled back against the wall, just staring at Roy in horror.

The other man grunted as he was pushed aside, his black sorrowful eyes meeting his once again. “Fullmetal, please. I have no choice.”

Again Mustang moved towards him and again Ed was filled with the desire to push him away. Only this time, reason settled in. Scar was watching their every movement and Roy was just as much a victim in this as he was. With a shiver, Ed nodded and tried to relax. He was not stupid; he knew that sometimes men did this with other men. But he had never imagined himself being a participant in sex with another male, nor did he know what to expect. Roy was going to have to help him through this, or Scar was going to do it to him. “It’s…It’s okay, Mustang,” he whimpered, but nodded, giving the other a brief sense of relief.

Roy reached out for Edward again, his fingers stroking over the boy’s chest down to his stomach. Edward shivered at the gentle touches, his cock slowly growing in thickness. It was embarrassing, and he tried to hide his growing erection but soon, the Colonel’s hand found a firm hold over his organ. He gasped as his hips rolled up to meet the tight tunnel of Roy’s hand only to find his lips once again covered by the Colonel’s.

Roy closed his eyes again as he focused all of his attention on the younger man under him. If this had to occur, he was determined to make it as painless as possible. And the first way to do that, was to get Ed aroused and relaxed under him before the penetration. He had been on the receiving end only with Scar and he did not wish that kind of pain upon the young alchemist. His hand curled tighter around the growing cock in his hand and he took a moment to marvel at just how big Edward really was. He may be short height wise, but he more than made up for size here. Instantly, Roy berated himself for such a thought. He had to have sex with Edward but that did not mean he had to inspect or marvel at the boy’s body.

Under him, Ed groaned and placed a hand on the older man’s hip as he thrust into his hand. His cock was swollen now and weeping with precum and was flushed almost as red as his cheeks. This was probably the most humiliating experience in his life; he was being raped and he was enjoying it. The thought made him whimper with self-loathing. After they got out of here, he would never be able to look at the Colonel again as the shame would be too great.

Edward glanced between the Colonel’s legs as curiosity set in. However, he was greeted with the sight of Roy’s flaccid cock. That too made Ed flush brighter with shame. The Colonel was not getting hard over this, just as Ed shouldn’t be. However, if Roy was going to fuck him…

He bit his lip and reached out hesitantly to grasp the other man’s length. It felt warm and almost spongy in his hand; much like his own felt whenever he snuck away to pleasure himself. Only Roy was thicker and woah…he was a grower too. The penis in his hand began to elongate as Ed started to stroke timidly.

The Colonel’s eyes sprung open again at the feel of Ed’s hand upon his cock. He was momentarily surprised but also grateful at this. All the while he had been stroking Ed, he had been running through his memories of past lovers; both male and female. He had been searching desperately for any one memory, anything at all, that would stimulate him to get an erection. But when he opened his eyes to find Fullmetal stretched out and naked before him with his hand covering his cock, it was enough for his body to respond to. Edward was beautiful; there was never any doubt in his mind about that. Even without his arm the boy was still hot. Roy had to focus on that, he had to keep his mind on that beauty and off of what was truly happening or he was going to go limp again. Anything to keep his mind off the fact that this was rape.

Mustang pressed another kiss to Ed’s neck, feeling almost giddy with gratitude that Ed was not fighting anymore. If he had started again, Roy knew there was no way he would have been able to do this. And if he failed, the outcome would have been much crueler.

As the two prisoners struggled with their emotions and their betraying bodies, Scar watched. He was growing bored with the light touches and the soft breaths of apology. Instead, he wanted to see action. Hard, brutal, punishment. And if Roy was not going to deal it out well…”Pick up the pace, damnit. I said fuck him, don’t make love to him.”

Roy flinched at that statement, ‘make love.’ This was far from it; it was a forced rape upon them both. With a sigh, Roy let his fingers uncurl from Ed’s shaft and sat back on his heels, he reached down to press a finger inside Ed’s tight hole only to be punched hard across the face once again. Blood seeped from the new gash upon his lower lip and the world took a dizzying spin before he was able to regain his balance.

“I said. Fuck him! This is your last warning, Mustang. If I have to do it again, I will take over,” Scar growled, his impatience almost palatable.

Looking over Ed, Roy could see the glimmer of fear in the boy’s eyes again. Even though he was innocent, he knew this would hurt. Yet even so, Ed managed to nod slowly, silently letting him know to continue.

Roy pushed Ed’s legs further apart so that he could ease himself between them before pushing Ed’s legs up to hook over his shoulders, the tip of his erection grazing over the puckered hole of Ed’s entrance. Ed looked away from Roy’s eyes at that moment and instead focused upon the far wall, waiting. With a final deep breath, Roy rolled his hips as he pushed into the tight cavern, forcing himself not to pause despite the wails of pain emanating from below him.

It was like fire burning him from the inside out. Pain ran through his small body in waves, making him cry out and try to squirm away from the invading organ. He could feel his muscles being torn apart as Roy forced himself inside, being as slow as he dared to. He wanted to claw at the Colonel’s arms, to scream at him to stop, but one look at Scar silenced him immediately. If it was this painful with Roy, it would be ten times so with their tormentor.

Instead, Ed allowed himself to whimper with pain as he closed his eyes and tried to distance himself from what was happening. Instead he tried to picture himself with Al as they play fought or even with Maes as he was forced to sit through another round of ‘Have you seen my daughter lately?’ photos. But ever twitch, every movement of Roy’s hips, forced Ed back to the present.

Scar snorted with approval. “Now you’re getting the idea, Mustang. But here’s a little help,” he laughed then placed the flat of his shoe on Roy’s backside, pushing the other man roughly until he was fully sheathed inside of Edward, making the boy scream out.

Again, Ed’s hand itched to claw at flesh and demand his release. Only sheer willpower stilled it from tracing bloody streaks down Roy’s back. Hot tears pricked at his eyes and ran down his cheeks as he felt blood seep from his rectum. Even so, Roy began to thrust into him in a hard, quick pace.

The sight of Edward crying under him made Mustang’s heart break. Only the feel of Edward’s tightness surrounding his cock kept him hard. He kept his hands firmly planted on either side of Edward’s head as he grinded into him, knowing full well that Scar wanted a show. He tried rotating his hips and stabbing at different angles until finally Ed let out a muffled gasp through his sobs. Roy felt wetness of his own tears upon his cheeks but ignored them, instead focusing all of his attention upon the boy under him, wanting to give him as much pleasure and least pain out of this as he could. “Fullmetal,” he half moaned, half sobbed. “Please forgive me…forgive...oh…”

He gasped as again he was pushed deep into the hot moist cavern, the head of his cock weeping thickly inside of Edward, giving some lubrication. Soon, Ed was moving up to meet Roy’s thrusts. His whimpers giving way to soft moans before he quickly shushed himself again, another blush forming over his face.

Roy’s fingers curled, making his blunt fingernails bite into the floor as he rocked into Edward. The boy’s back arched off of the stone, his own erection being fondled between them. Roy grabbed hold of the other’s cock, giving it short quick tugs to match his thrusts. Soon, Edward was crying out and coming in thick spurts between their bare chests, his battered muscles fluttering wildly around Roy’s erection.

The pain and the pleasure had finally grown to be too much. Even as Roy struck his prostate, Ed could feel his insides still being torn open. But when Roy had pumped his shaft, his world suddenly narrowed as he exploded between them, sending his hot load over both of them. Soon, he felt hot pulses deep inside of his body, making him force his eyes open to see Roy wavering over him, his jaw clenched as he came inside of him. Semen mixed with blood, tears mixed with sweat, and soon both of them collapsed onto one another in exhaustion.

His breath slowly returned to normal as he forced his amber eyes to open slowly in time to watch the Colonel push himself away from him, the other’s dark eyes trained upon the floor in shame. Instantly, Ed felt regret. He had came! He had actually let himself achieve orgasm under such horrid circumstances. Roy must think he was a whore, that he had wanted this. Even as those thoughts reached his mind, he felt fresh tears spring to his eyes. He turned his head away in shame, not wanting to let the others see them, but he could not hide his soft sobs.

Roy watched all this and wished now more than ever that he would die. He had caused this pain. No matter how he tried to explain it, it had been his cock that had torn Edward apart, both mentally and physically. And yet now all he could do was sit there, stunned, as he watched his subordinate cry over what had been subjected upon him.

There was a sound of a zipper being zipped up again, drawing Roy’s dull gaze over to Scar again. There he saw the man wipe his slick hand over his jeans, wiping his own semen clean from it. Apparently, the fucker had enjoyed the show after all.

“Not bad, whores. Not bad at all. Maybe I’ll let you two get better acquainted again later,” Scar said with a sneer. He reached down and roughly brushed his thumb over Roy’s cheek, letting one of his fingernails bite into his flesh as he wiped away a single tear. Even as Roy felt blood trickle from his new wound, he remained unmoving. “And this is the most beautiful part of all of it. I just love making grown fuckers cry.”

Roy still said nothing, although silently he promised himself one thing: if he ever got free from here, he would first rid this world of Scar before taking his own life. The world did not need their kind of scum to grace the surface.

Scar chuckled when he saw that he was not going to get a response from his pets. They were becoming far too easy to break, but whether that was a bad thing or not was yet to be decided. Without further thought, he reached down and grabbed the Colonel by the hair to haul him up onto his feet before he thrust Roy back against his wall and chained him once again.

Once satisfied that all was secure, he turned and left, leaving them both to think of what just had happened, and the promises of what their futures held in store.

Edward lay still for what seemed like an eternity. Every fiber within his body felt as if it were crying. It was only when the trail of blood and semen ran lower over his thighs did realization set in; he had a new source to draw with.

With a muffled groan, he pushed himself into a painful sitting position and began to move away the scraps of fabric that held their blessed key to escape. He reached between his legs and dipped his fingers in the warm substance flowing down them before he stretched out with shaking fingers to finish drawing the transmutation circle. If he kept his mind on this task, of getting them out of here, just maybe he could hold onto his sanity.

A stifled sob from across the cell made his attention snap up to his chained Colonel. The sight that awaited him made his eyes bulge for a second. Edward may be able to hold onto his sanity, but it was clear Mustang was having a much tougher battle. The man was slumped back against the wall, his hands hanging loosely in their bonds, his head bowed towards his chest. Even through the dim lighting, Edward could make out the thick trails of tears running down the Colonel’s face.

Colonel Roy Mustang, the supposed heartless bastard of Central, was sobbing hysterically.

His own despair and disgust dimmed as he took in the sight. Surprisingly, all he wanted to do was to reach out and comfort the man. But Ed knew of an even better form of comfort.

“Colonel,” he rasped, his voice having been effected by his cries. “Colonel…this wasn’t your fault. We’re going to get out of here, you’ll see. I’ll…I’ll get us out.”

Mustang only nodded his head with silent agreement; words apparently having left him save for one phrase. “Forgive me, Fullmetal…”

Ed’s eyes narrowed slightly. There was no way he was going to let Scar win. “Shut up, Mustang. You didn’t do this! That bastard did. And you know what? We are getting out and we are going to make sure he never hurts anyone like this again!”

When he got no response, Edward gave into the silence and returned to the task at hand.

Reach down, dip fingers, draw, repeat…



AN: All right, this wasn’t exactly what I had been hoping for. Am I a bit disappointed? Yeah. But the next chapter will be why I wrote this story; it should be better.

Again, thank you for all of your kind reviews! ;] I forgot how nice it is to get feedback on my work.