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A Little Light of Love	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer:
I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.....I'm just
playing with them.

Author's
note:

Thanks
to ZaKai for reading through this chapter and finding all my many
mistakes.

Chapter
9

“Edward!”
Noa rushed out of the tent, her dress rustling as she rushed to his
side.

Al
looked up at Noa's shout and saw Ed being supported by two men, on
either side of him and barely conscious. “ED!” He
rushed out on Noa's heels and took the place of one of the men
supporting him, nodding his thanks. “Ed, Ed! Are you alright?”
Al tried to see under the hair covering his face as he searched for
a response.

“Shadup....
Al...so loud.” Ed complained. He disentangled himself from
his helpers and stood, shakily on his feet.

“What
happened?” Asked Al, quieter this time, hovering beside his
brother, ready to catch him if he faltered.

“Another
bad dream.” Was Ed's enigmatic reply. He walked slowly
towards the tent Lady Rose was sitting in, as she sat calmly watching
the commotion.

Al
looked at Noa, confused by what Ed meant. Noa was slightly puzzled
too and she pressed her lips, thinking. Suddenly, she looked up,
like she just figured something out. Al caught her eye, and quirked
an eyebrow. She mouthed to him 'later', Al nodded and let it drop,
as he hurried to catch up with his brother.

“I
think I've had enough of sightseeing, do you mind taking us back?”
Ed asked when he was standing in front of Lady Rose.

“Of
course not, dear. I'll have the car brought round, you rest here.”
She flicked her finger at a passing worker and ordered him to tell
her driver to come as close as he could. Silently, she seethed at
the interruption in her plans. This would not go unpunished.

“Ed,
I got your watch back.” Said Al cautiously, as he handed the
plain sliver watch to his brother, watching his face for any type of
reaction. Ed snatched the watch from the outstretched hand without a
word and shoved it into his pants pocket, and turned, scanning the
crowd. Al observed all this without a word; it seemed that Ed was
searching for someone.

Al
stepped back so that he could unobtrusively watch his brother. Every
time a man with dark hair passed, he became a little more alert, and
each time he didn't find what ever he was looking for, his shoulders
sank a little further. Al's brows dropped low over his eyes, as he
watched this behavior.

Checking
around, he sought out Noa's attention. She was watching too and her
frown matched his own, making him feel even more concerned. When she
noticed Al staring at her, she turned away. Al took that as his cue
to pretend that he didn't notice, for now. It wouldn't be long
before he'd be talking to him. It was time to get to the bottom of
this.

- - - -

Captain
Buddy Hawthorne had been waiting for them to return to their car at
the excavation site. The third man on Roy's four person team, Buddy
was much older then everyone else, and lent an air of dignity to
everything he did. Even if his face was too wrinkled for his age, he
had a stamina, and level head, that had become vital to this mission.
He had come to tell Roy that he had been summoned by his commanding
officer to appear for an in person update.

Having
been relived of duty for now, Roy rushed back to their hideout to
quickly change into his uniform. He shed his suit and fedora,
throwing them in a pile on the bed and pulled his green army uniform
from the closet and brushed his hand along the sleeves, removing the
imaginary dust. Sitting on the bed, Roy slipped his legs into the
pants and raised his hips to settle them on his waist.

As
his tied up his dress shoes, Roy worried about the nature of this
meeting. It had to do with their findings from last night's raid on
Asherton's files, he figured. He had stayed up late with the guys,
last night, after the party to develop the film and review what they
got. It was up to First Lieutenant Cameron Willis, the only member
not a captain, and Buddy Hawthorne to write up the report while Roy
and Kevin went to bed in preparation for tomorrow's stake-out.

Pulling
on his dress shirt, and feeding the buttons through the holes, he
scanned the room to locate his hat lying on the far table beside the
bed. As he tucked in his shirt, Roy strode over to the nightstand
and once done with his pants, grabbed the hat and bringing it back
with him, placed it on the bed next to his jacket and hurriedly tied
his tie around his neck. Grabbing his jacket and hat he strode to
the door. Slipping his arms into his uniform jacket, he settled the
garment on his shoulders, then smoothed back his hair before placing
his hat on his head.

He
took one last look around his room to verify that he hadn't forgotten
anything and spotted his report lying on the bed. Clicking his
tongue, Roy hurried back and snatched up the document, tucking it
under his arm. Jogging back to the door, Roy flung it open and left
for his meeting.

- - - -

The
drive back to the city was a quiet one. Once they had picked up
Isabella from Lady Rose's mansion and were dropped off at their
rented apartment, Ed had gone straight to his room and closed the
door. Noa suggested that they go for a late lunch and give Edward
time to cool down. Al could confront him then. She also pointed out
that while Al would be content to wait until supper; Edward's lack of
a meal may make him more testy and therefore more likely to open up,
just to shut Al up. It was worth a try.

An
hour and a half later, Al was standing in front of his brother's door
listening for any noise or movement from within. He couldn't detect
anything, maybe he was asleep. Al knocked quietly and waited for any
yelling or stomping from his wound up brother. Nothing.

Feeling
like he'd rather be anywhere else, Al slowly turned the door handle,
and pulling the door open. He paused when ever the door creaked, to
listen for any movement. He couldn't hear any sounds from within.

“Edward?”
Al asked as he peeked around the wooden door. The wooden shutters
were closed tight, plunging the room into darkness. “Ed?”
He was met with silence. Opening the door further, Al let himself
in. The only sign that his brother had been in here was the rumbled
clothes he wore today lying on the floor by the bed. Leaving the
door open, Al turned and called to the only other person who knew Ed
better then him, “Noa? He's not here, got any ideas?”

She
was sitting on the couch in their rented apartment, with her feet
folded under her. Isabella was snuggled up to her side, with her
doll clutched to her small chest as they listened to the early
evening radio broadcast. They both looked up at him as he entered
the room.

“Try
the roof?” Noa suggested. Nodding, Al left the apartment and
climbed the five flights of stairs towards the deck-like roof.
Opening the door, Al found his brother standing in the middle of the
roof looking out over the vista of Cairo. Ed had obviously borrowed
some of Al's clothes, because he was wearing his shorts and a short
sleeve top. It was actually kind of strange to see the auto-mail so
prominently displayed like that after he had hidden it for so long.
Ed's head came up as the door opened but he didn't turn to face him.
He just continued to stare out over the city.

“Ed?”
Al asked his brother's back, identifying himself.

“Let's
spar.” Ed looked over his shoulder at him, grinning just like
he would when ever he came up with an especially dangerous plan.

Al
took his time to consider how he should answer. It was true that Ed
was still feeling the effects of his injuries, but, Al reasoned, it
also offered the perfect opportunity to question him.

“On
one condition.”

Ed
turned to face Al fully, “oh?”

“When
I win, you got to tell me what's going on with you.” Al
stepped away from the door. “You're all over the place
emotionally and I want to know why.”

Now
it was Ed's turn to consider his response. If he lost, he'd have to
come clean about his feelings towards the Colonel and men in general.
Then there was the constant worry about everyone's saftey and how
well he'd be able to protect them all in his present condition.
Also, he had yet to tell any of them that the Seniore was in town and
currently stalking him. As Al approached him, Ed knew that he'd have
to tell them sooner or later, but....

“When
you win? I don't think you'll be able to lay a hand on me!”
Ed pointed his thumb at his chest to emphasize his point.

“Hn.”
Al dropped into his fighting stance and waited for his brother to do
the same. That evil grin of his was back as he too prepared for a
fight. They stared at one another, waiting for the other to make the
first move.

Al
widened his stance and Ed's head snapped up at the sound. Ed came at
him, faster then he'd thought his brother was capable of in his
current condition. Al drew back his arm, ready to strike at his
head. Ed came at him with a low kick to the knees and just narrowly
missed getting punched in the face, as Ed's leg got tangled up in
Al's. They both fell to the ground and rolled away.

Al
stood and watched his brother get to his feet, carefully holding on
to his ribs. When he finally looked at him, Ed was grinning. Al
shook his head at him and lifted his hands, guarding his face.

“Arghhhh!”
Ed yelled as he once again rushed at him. Ed faked a punch to Al's
gut and quickly followed up with a reverse punch to the head. Al
just side stepped both of his slow attempts to tag him, but he had to
move a little quicker as Ed threw a round house kick to his head with
his auto-mail. Ed came round with a turning hook kick with the other
leg, Al ducked under it and slipped inside Ed's guard.

This
was going to be a good fight. Thought Al, as he grinned at Ed.

- - - -

The
late afternoon sun played with the small dust motes as they danced
within its light. Lady Rose watched idly as they moved about while
she sat in the deep shadow, away from the window. Her mind was
trying to settle on a course of action that would keep the Nazis and
the Thule society happy, while satisfying her own plans. She
couldn't seem to make them balance without offending or pissing
someone off. It wouldn't do to burn any bridges at this stage.

It
was true that Edward Elric was going to be needed for the experiment
with opening the gate, but then, that dirty man, the Seniore, also
wanted him. Although her husband said the Seniore could have him
when they were done, Lady Rose doubted that there'd be anything left
for him to want. Edward was stubborn and hard to manage, and had
already spoiled her plans to seduce Alphonse today. No telling what
he'd come up with later. He was unpredictable and a wild card.

Alphonse,
on the other hand, would be putty in her hands. Already he was
responding to her. The looks and glances he'd stolen today did not
go unnoticed. He may try to deny his body, but she wouldn't let him.

Soon,
her husband would be home and they could come up with a plan to deal
with everyone in one move. She smiled at the dust motes as she
waited for him to return.

- - - -

“Are
you sure you want to continue?” Al asked for the tenth time.

“YES!
I'M SURE.” Snapped Ed, annoyed. He looked at his brother
standing off to the side giving him time to recover before their next
round. Ed clenched his teeth and forced his breathing to slow. He
was giving Al a run for his money and there was no winner yet, but he
was tiring quickly. He'd better wrap this up soon.

After
the second time Ed had gone down, he shed his....or, Al's shirt and
pulled off the bindings around his chest. Without the wrappings, Ed
could breathe better and he felt that he had extra energy, but the
feeling wouldn't last for long.

Standing,
he faced his brother and signaled his desire to continue by adopting
a fighting stance. Al saw this and followed suit. They circled
around one another, this time Ed would be the one to wait for the
first move, it was time to save some of his energy and fight smarter
not harder.

- - - -

“I
gather you're familiar with the man, Winston Churchill?” His
commander asked, surprising Roy with the strange question.

“Yes,
sir, I am.” Roy answered.

“It
seems that Mr. Churchill has had previous dealing with this man,
pictured here, on the right.” Major General Thompson handed a
worn photograph across the table to Captain Taylor. Roy studied the
picture. Two men, one in an Italian uniform and the other in a dark
suit, stood facing the camera at a garden party. The man on the
right had long hair drawn over one shoulder and a beard, while the
other was raising his glass to the camera holder.

“I'm
sorry, sir, I don't understand what this has to do with my
investigation.” Roy slid the picture back to the Major
General, who placed it back within the folder in front of him.

“This
man assisted the allies repel the last wave of attack from the
Germans thus ending the war.” The Major General flipped the
folder closed and folded his hands over the top of it. “It's
been said that that man seemed to know the future and had worked
closely with the English government to stop the Germans. However,
before coming to work with the English government he was involved
with an organization called Thule. It was this group that later held
him by force to work towards their efforts to help stage a coup
d'etat of the German interim government.”

Roy
nodded his understanding. Although he wasn't aware of these facts or
the Thule organization, Roy was still wondering how this related to
anything he was working on, but he wisely kept his mouth shut while
he waited for Major General Thompson to finish.

“Although
we never found his body, it is believed that this man has been killed
by the Thule organization. It has recently been brought to my
attention that this man, Mr. Hohenheim Elric, has two sons living
here who also share his gift for knowledge.”

Roy
started at the mention of the man's name. “Elric....”
He gripped the table's edge.

“Oh,
have you heard of them?” The Major General asked, quirking an
eyebrow at the young Captain.

“Yes
sir, I ran into them at the ball, our suspect, Mr. Asherton was
having. I thought they may somehow be working for him, but are you
saying these boys are working with us?” Roy saw the smiling
face of the long haired blond again as they stood in the Excavation
site. His skin tingled with the remembered warmth of his hand on
Roy's shoulder.

“No,
not yet. Currently they are operating independently of any
government or organization. Their sponsor, a Jewish man living in
Sweden, contacted Mr. Churchill sometime ago about the possibly of
'acquiring' their services for a fee. Not long after that Mr.
Churchill contacted us.” The Major General re-opened the file
in front of him and pulled out an envelope and pushed it across the
table towards the Captain.

“This
is a letter of introduction their sponsor has provided for us. I
want you to approach Major Elric and have him start working towards
our goals.” Major General Thompson stood, clearly signaling
the end of the meeting.

Roy
stood as well and saluted the Major General, he nodded, gathering up
his file and left Captain Taylor alone in the conference room staring
at the envelope. Major......that kid...... was a Major?

- - - -

“Oaff!”
Al slid along the roof top, coming to a rest on his knees. He had
been getting sloppy as his brother's stamina left him and Ed had
surprised him with a back side kick to the gut. Mentally chastening
himself for the lapse, Al stood and wiped the sweat from his upper
lip.

“Heh!
What's the matter? Is your older, injured brother, too much
for you?” Ed smirked at him, cocky now that Al was starting to
slow too.

“Let's
just see how you do when I get serious.” Al taunted back, as
he resumed fighting stance.

“Oh,
I don't like that tone! I'm going to have to beat you now.”
Ed growled at his brother.

“And
you weren't before?”

“Tch!”
Ed sprang away from ground, leaping into the air for an attack from
above.

- - - -

A
white lorry van pulled up outside the apartment complex and let the
engine idle. The logo along the side said linens' cleaned in
Arabic.

The
attendant sitting inside at the reception desk wondered why the linen
truck was here today, when it wasn't supposed to be here until next
week. The small elderly man looked under the small mountain of
papers for his invoice sheets. He was sure that he ordered linens
for next week. When he found that sheet, he'd be sure to give those
idiots a piece of his mind. They would probably charge him for their
mistake too.

He
heard the door open and close, and looked amongst the papers faster.
If his eyesight wasn't so bad he'd probably have it by now. His
young nephew should be working here not an old man like him, but no!
That whipper sapper had to be out with his friends gallivanting about
town looking for the ladies and generally causing a nuisance of
himself.

He
heard the loud footsteps of someone approaching the desk. He still
hadn't found the invoice. “Just a minute....I got it right
here, you're not supposed to be here yet.” The old man said in
Arabic. He didn't look up at the delivery man. He'd wait for him
like he always did.

Ah-ha!
The man thought triumphantly. Here's the missing invoice and it
clearly says next week. “Here it is. You're not supposed
to be here.” The old man turned around and presented the sheet
to the delivery man. “Eh?” The old attendant looked out
at the van, then into the lobby, but he didn't see the guy anywhere.

Scratching
his head, he pondered where the fellow went to. Stepping around the
desk, the old man checked along the floor, thinking he might have
fainted, but no one was there. The old man shrugged and hobbled back
behind the desk. He was too old to worry about it that much. He sat
back down in his worn chair and picked up his book. Flipping the
page, he forgot all about it.

- - - -

Ed
strained against his brother's arm. The impact of Al's arm against
his left one would leave a bruise. The pluses of pain traveled up
and down his arm. He shifted his weight and twisted his arm around
to grab onto Al's wrist. He pulled the arm towards him, kicking a
knee up towards Al's mid section. Al blocked the attack by bringing
up his leg as well so that they knocked knees.

Al
hissed with pain as he banged his knee against Ed's auto-mail. He
reversed his brother's hold on his wrist and whipped Ed's arm around
and behind him, setting him up for an arm bar. Ed started to move to
counter his attempt to lock up his arm, but Al stepped on his knee
from behind, collapsing the joint to the floor. While Ed was
distracted, Al completed the arm bar, effectually stopping Ed in his
tracks.

“Ugh....I'm
not beat yet.” Ed protested, knowing full well that Al had him
cold.

“Face
it. You lost, now you got to tell me everything.” Al applied
a little more pressure to Ed's left shoulder, hyper-extending the
joint to make sure he knew that he was out of options.

“Okay,
okay.” Ed looked over his shoulder at his brother, “I
give.”

Al
released Ed's arm and stepped back allowing him room to get up. Now
that the fight was finally over, Al took stock of his many bumps and
bruises. His knee hurt the most and it was already starting to
stiffen up, the whole joint was red and puffy looking. This was the
only draw back to having a flesh body, sparing with Ed left so many
marks.

Ed
flopped on to all fours after Al released him. Even though he'd
lost, he was surprised at how well he did, considering. They had
fought for a full hour and he was completely wiped, but it was the
good kind of exhaustion. Ed watched as beads of sweat rolled off his
face and splattered on to the floor, creating a puddle. The sun had
almost set and the cooling air was heaven to his hot, sweaty skin.

“So.....”
Al said, wanting his brother to start telling him what was going on.

Sighing,
Ed sat back on his hip, turning slightly to face Al, he used his left
leg as a rest for his arm while the right leg was tucked under his
bent leg.. “So....do you want me to start anywhere...... or do
you have somewhere you'd like me to begin?”

Al
sat across from him, and thought about it. “How about you
start where ever.” Al suggested. If he let Ed talk where he
was most comfortable then he was usually easier to direct to the
harder subjects.

Nodding,
Ed wiped his forehead and considered how to start. “Well, I
guess you remember the guy who had me roughed up, right?”

“That
officer with the scar down his face?” Al drew a line down the
left side of his face as he moved closer to him.

“Yeah.
Dr. Marcoh and the Seniore work with the Thule society so they knew
about us and were watching for us, as you know. Well, I found out
later that the Seniore likes men with missing limbs.” Ed
shifted, placing his left arm on the ground and raised his right
hand, staring at it for a moment before clenching his hand. “He
likes men with long blond hair.” Ed reached back and
fingered the end of his braid. His voice dropped to a whisper, “and
he likes to have sex with them.”

“Ugh!”
Al's shoulders shrugged up by his ears as he heard his. He sounded
as disgusted as Ed felt. Ed knew that he was reacting to the news,
but he couldn't help the pang of regret about what else he had to
tell him. Ed looked over at Al, who was watching him intently and he
glanced away as he continued.

“Yeah.....he'll
even cut limbs off his partners to satisfy his perverse desires. I
was told he tried to cut off his own hand, once.” Ed told his
brother, as if he was discussing the weather. He flicked his braid
out of his hand and flopped down on the roof, letting his arms and
legs roll away from his body. “I had to stay hidden in that
apartment in Italy so that he wouldn't find me, but he must of seen
our departure from the pier..... we got careless.” Ed fell
silent as he watched the color in the sky change from blue to orange
and pink.

“So...is
he here then?” Al prodded, trying to get Ed talking again.

“Yeah....I
ran into him today.......” Said Ed quietly, distracted by his
thoughts of the look-a-like Colonel from this afternoon. He'd been
so sure that he was the same man, that he'd somehow crossed over and
restored his face, but had just forgotten him due to the gate's
price. He was convinced now that this was not the case.

“I'm
sorry, Ed.” Al hung his head, unable to meet his brother's
eyes.

“Eh?
Why are you sorry?” Ed's head rolled over to look at
Al's forlorn face.

“That
I wasn't able to restore your body. If I was better at alchemy then
you wouldn't be like this and that guy wouldn't be after you.”

“Maybe....don't
forget he'll cut and mutilate the men he chooses, so maybe he'd just
cut me up to be what he wants. I thought that's what he was doing
with you, before you came to Rome.” Now he wished he was more
instant about Al leaving, hind sight is wonderful, if not late.

“How'd
you get away?” Al asked as he remembered his brother's
condition when those two workers had brought him unconscious to their
tent. He was starting to think Ed wouldn't continue it was taking
him that long to respond.

“I
had help.” Ed mumbled as he looked away again. Ed's stomach
fluttered as he recalled the warmth on his back and the care in which
that man had protected him from the Seniore. Al just barely caught
what he said.

“Help?
From who?” Al heard his brother heaving a long sigh, and he
looked over to see a far away look in his eyes. Al scouted closer
and looked down at Ed's face. So intent was he, he didn't notice Al
leaning over him. “Hey.” Al nudged his shoulder.

“Um?”
Ed turned his head towards his younger brother, still slightly dazed
from his musings.

“Continue.”

“I
was going too!” Ed lied, and he knew that Al knew it too by
the look he gave him. He sat up and rested his arms on his knees,
hiding his face in the crook of his arm. “Well....okay, you
know that guy I bumped into when my watch got stolen?”

“Yeah.
Him? He helped you?”

“Hmm.
Yeah, him.” Ed sank his head lower into his arms to hide the
smile that crept across his face at the memory of this afternoon.
“He's this world's--” Ed stopped short as a loud bang
shook the building, followed by what sounded like gunfire. Ed sprang
to his feet, adrenaline fueling his tired body into action. He ran
for the door, Al on his heals. He took the steps two at a time
jumping to each landing, and using the railing to pivot to the next
stair case.

On
the third floor, Ed slid to a stop at the end of their hallway. He
could see the mangled remains of the doorway to their apartment lying
across the carpet. Al gasped behind him, and gripped his shoulder.
Nodding to the far side, Ed motioned Al to follow his lead.

The
earlier commotion was replaced with eerie silence. Both Ed and Al
strained their ears for any noise from the apartment as they crept
along the wall. The floor creaked loudly beneath their feet and they
both froze waiting to see what would happen. Nothing.

Ed
crept along to the door frame, and inched his head around the edge to
glance inside. He saw more fragments of wood scattered along the
floor but nothing else. Ed glanced at his brother and motioned him
to the other side of the door. Al dashed across and took up his
position, mirroring Ed. Satisfied that they were as prepared as
could be under the circumstances, Ed slunk inside.

He
moved slowly down the hallway towards the living room, with Al a few
steps behind. He glanced into the galley kitchen as he passed and
didn't see anything amiss, so he continued on. He inched his head
around the archway to see Noa standing stock still in the middle of
the room. When she saw him, her eyes flickered to the corner out of
his view and then back, as she started to shake violently. Ed
frowned, wondering what to do next. It was obviously a trap, and
someone was waiting for them.

“Wha--!”
Al shouted out. Ed whirled around to see his brother kicking out in
front of him, looking for something to brace against in order to
fight his attacker, who held his arms along his body and lifted him
into the air. Ed tensed his legs, ready to leap at the fucker who
dared assault his family when he felt the barrel of a gun against his
temple. His eyes widened at the contact of the round metal barrel
against his face, and Al stopped fighting as soon as he saw the
weapon on Ed's temple.

Al
was placed back on the floor, both of his wrists were encased in the
vice like hands of his guard, behind his back. Ed shared a desperate
look with his brother, but once again he would be unable to take
action in case Noa, Isabella or even Al should suffer for their
attempt to escape. Ed also noticed that Al's keeper wore a black
shirt and tie of the Italian army. Great so that means HE'S
here....thought Ed as they were both brought into the living room
with Noa.

Three
more men stepped out of their hiding places, all with hand guns
leveled at them. One man, coming to stand next to Noa, gripped her
small shoulder and forced her spinelessly into the couch. Tears
threatened to spill down her cheeks at any moment. Ed scanned the
room for Isabella, but he didn't see her.

“Bastards!”
Ed growled in German. “What do you want? Where's Isabella?”

“What's
the meaning of this. What have you done with Isabella?” Al
also demanded, in English, looking around for someone who could be
their leader.

“Here
she is, safe and sound..... for now.” That disgusting sweet
voice, that Ed was beginning to loath, drawled behind him in his
thickly accented English. The Seniore rounded the corner and entered
the living room with the giant in tow. The large man was grinning
down at the small girl, fingering her check and petting her head.
Ed's spine stiffened, his legs tensed but the man behind him must
have sensed his intent, because he grabbed on to his arm and forcibly
poked his head with the gun barrel, pushing his head towards the
ground.

“Mother!
Fucker!....Don't involve my family....I'm the one you want.”
Ed strained his neck to look at the Seniore, but the barrel of the
gun pressed harder against his temple, forcing his head even further
forward. Isabella was crying pitifully, as she alternately reached
out for Al and pounded on the large arms holding her, while fending
off his petting with a flailing arm.

“Isabella,
be calm.” Al soothed. She hiccupped and sniffled, but nodded
at Al. Eberhard resumed his stoking of Isabella's brown hair,
laughing to himself, with a look of wonder on his face.

The
Seniore stepped in front of Ed, and smiled serenely at him. Ed's
whole body shivered in disgust. “Oh, I like that reaction.
Show me more....” The Seniore reached out and fondled Ed's
neck. Ed jerked away from the touch, gun or no. “Hold him!”
he ordered the man behind Ed.

Ed's
flesh arm was twisted around and up his back, bending the appendage
at an awkward angle and the gun was replaced on his temple. He
glared contemptuously up at the Seniore, the bastard was looking
at him. Suddenly, Ed wished he had remembered to put his shirt back
on, he felt way too exposed.

“Hmm....I
like that.” The Seniore ran a fingernail down the center of
Ed's chest, making a line in the sweat and grit that covered his
body. Despite the arm lock and the gun at his temple, Ed still
fought the invasion and tried to push himself away. “Eberhard....I
want you to shoot that girl, if he struggles again.” The
Seniore commanded the giant with out taking his eyes off the man in
front of him. Ed narrowed his eyes, trying to decide how serious
this guy was.

“No!
Stop IT!” Al shouted and struggled against his captor's hold
on him. Panic flooded his mind as his fear for Isabella's safety was
put on the line. “She's just a Child!” His captor
grappled with him, grunted as Al's heel connected with his shin in
his mad bid escape. Eberhard reluctantly drew his gun from his
hostler on his hip and placed it against the girl's head.

“AL!”
Ed yelled over the noise, frantically trying to get his brother's
attention, before someone got seriously hurt. Al stopped his
struggles looking at him, full of worry and pain. Ed squeezed his
eyes shut and lowered his head hiding his face in his hair.
“....it's okay....” His voice cracked in painful defeat
as the emotion overcame him. This couldn't be any worse
then having your arm or leg ripped from your body....right?
Ed tried to convince himself.
He should
be used to making sacrifices by now, but this one was going to hurt.
Noa gasped, and covered her mouth with her hand.

“Edward....no!”
Al whispered, horrified that his brother wasn't stopping this. He
watched his brother's back tense up at the sound of his voice. He
can't be thinking that he'll sacrifice himself,
Al thought horrified, not again!

The
Seniore nodded to Ed's captor and he was released. Ed just stood
there, shaking with suppressed fury and anxiety for what was to come.
A steely hand gripped his left wrist, grinding the bones together,
and pulled him towards the Seniore. He allowed himself to be drawn
towards the other man, but stopped when he could see the officer's
shoes, he would not look up.

“Ed!
You don't have to do this.....please...... don't.” Al begged.
He saw the other soldiers snicker and grin at his brother and Al
became angry.

Ed's
cheek twitched as that hand reached out towards his naked chest
again, but this time he didn't move away from it. The warm hand felt
burning hot, and he wanted to yell and punch and push the hand away,
but he stayed quiet and tried to take his mind elsewhere as the hand
moved up and started to twirl his nipple. The man hummed his
pleasure, and stepped further into Ed's personal space. Ed swallowed
and almost gagged, as he started to pant in distress.

“Eddie?”
Isabella asked, wondering what was going on. She almost forgot that
the gun was resting near her head as she looked at Al, who was
glaring at the man in front of Eddie, and then Noa, who had gone pale
and turned her head away. They were scaring her, what was wrong?
Why was Eddie letting that man touch him? She didn't like it and
fresh tears welled up in her eyes.

The
Seniore's other hand fondled Ed's upper leg, moving upwards, Ed's
breath stopped as the Seniore cupped his groin and groaned his
pleasure aloud. Ed's attempt to focus on anything but this was
sabotaged by that unwelcome touch. He wanted to move away more then
ever, but still he remained rooted to the floor. The Seniore's hot
breath moved the long bangs covering his face and he felt the bile
rise in the back of his throat.

“Ed...”
Al whispered, his voice full of confused emotion. Tears of anger
made fresh tracks down his cheeks, through the grim of sweat and dust
as he watched his brother allow this for their sakes. Noa sobbed
into her hands, unable to look at the scene before her. The soldier
behind him snickered under his breath.

Ed
shivered again as an over plump tongue traced it's way along the
shell of his ear. He fought his body's desire to move away from the
slime, and his hand twitched to wipe it off. The hand on his chest
moved further up, towards his neck. The Seniore cupped Ed's chin and
forced it up. Ed kept his eyes closed, he was almost certain what
would come next. The hand wove itself around his braid, making him
arch his neck back towards his spine. That tongue was back, licking
his cheek up to his eyes before moving down, making a wet trail over
to his lips.

“Ed....die?”
Isabella faltered, unsure if she should speak. Everyone was so
quite and sad except the bad men, they were smiling and chuckling to
one another.

The
hand on his groin moved up to the button on his shorts and flicked
them open. The Seniore slid his hand inside the waistband of his
underwear and fondled his bare, limp phallus. Ed's legs were getting
weak with stress, and he clenched his fists trying to stay still.

The
Seniore's hand slid lower and cupped his balls, caressing the soft
skin for a moment, before reaching past that for the puckered
entrance. He pushed his finger quickly into the tight muscle with
out any warning, as he yanked down on the blond's braid, forcing him
onto the dry, burning, intrusion into his body.

“UGHH!”
Ed clenched his teeth as he tried to muffle his pain. The Seniore's
mouth was over his in a second, forcing his way inside just like the
other area of his body and ravished his mouth with his tongue. The
Seniore's own need, strained and throbbed against the front of his
pants.

“Seniore,
you don't get to have him just yet.” A commanding voice stated
in German.

The
Seniore froze, his tongue still within Ed's mouth. He looked across
the room at the speaker. Slowly, he stepped away from the man he was
so close to claiming as his own. Ed swayed on his feet, and slowly
opened his eyes. He ran a shaky hand across his mouth, removing the
moisture, it seemed like his body didn't want to move very well, it
was shaking that bad. Ed looked over at his 'rescuer' and saw a
German SS officer standing at attention in the archway to the living
room, surrounded by his soldiers.

“Please
wait outside for us to collect you.....Seniore.” The officer
smirked at the other man. Furious, the Seniore signaled his men and
marched past with as much dignity as he could muster.

In
a daze, Ed looked down at his shorts and wondered how the button came
undone. He stared at himself, the waistband of his underwear was
lower then it normally is. Slowly, he brought his arms up to the
band of his shorts and after a few tries got the button through the
hole.

“You
can remove them now.” The officer motioned his men towards the
younger brother, the woman and child. “Take them back to the
complex.” The SS officer ordered his men, and they moved with
military efficiency as they took the control of the prisoners and
clapped handcuffs on them, removing them from the apartment.

“Edward!”
Al yelled at him as he was dragged away. Al twisted around, back
peddling as he was forced out of the room. He had to make sure that
Ed would be okay; Al felt like, if he didn't, Ed wouldn't be the
same, but he was forced from the apartment before he could hear Ed's
response.

Ed
was still standing there, swaying on his feet. Oh, how his legs
wanted to buckle and hit the floor, but somehow they didn't. His
brain seemed locked; he couldn't understand what was happening
anymore. It felt as though the slime was still on his lips and skin
as he started to scrub at them trying to remove all traces of it.

“I
see this is your first time dealing with the Seniore and his unusual
tastes.” The officer smirked at Ed and he glared
halfheartedly, as part of his brain functions resumed. “And
make sure the Seniore stays away from him.” The man ordered
his remaining men.

They
gripped Ed's wrists together in front of his body and placed
handcuffs on him, squeezing the metal together tightly. Once
secured, he was forced out of the apartment. He walked slowly in
front of his escorts, his legs threatened to give any moment. As he
approached the stairs, he stopped and just stared. One of the
soldiers recognized his plight and gripping his elbow help the
prisoner down the remaining three flights of stairs and out into the
evening air.

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