Respect

Ed didn’t realize that he was actually going to kill Greed. He lie broken on the floor, and tried to collect sane thoughts. He tried convincing himself that Greed was only an artificial human, and he was a bad guy. Suddenly, the memories of a real human he had killed resurfaced. Majhal’s death flashed in his mind like a nightmare. The blonde trembled on the floor, as all thoughts of anything escaped him and he was sucked into his own world of sins and death.

A car grumbled outside. The Crimson Alchemist and the Lieutenant Major Archer stood in front of the car, looking into the palace. Kimblee smiled and slammed Archer against the car. Frightened, he tried to retaliate, but could not as he and the auto were turned into a huge explosion. Kimblee inhaled the air as if it were a sweet breeze. He opened the door and surveyed the quivering boy on the ground.

As if he could not hear anything, Ed just lied, wide-eyed and shaken. The Mad bomber picked him up by his braid. “You’d have to be pretty strong to kill that son of a bitch. However, I won’t be killed so easily. And you’re in no shape to fight, so I suggest not resisting.” He ordered. Ed was as limp as a doll, but managed to kick his new opponent. He kicked him back and knocked him out with a blow to the head.

Placing Ed over his shoulder, the maniac stared into the puddle of what was left of Greed. “You were so cocky. And a number of nights, you had my respect for winning over me. Now you’re reduced to nothing by a mere boy. Now let’s see if your killer can stir respect in me.” Kimblee half-grinned, then solemnly walked up the curved staircase with his nonresilient play-thing.

When the young alchemist came back to reality, his vision focused and to his surprise, he was looking at the mad bomber. He couldn’t find words to speak. Kimblee hopped up, holding a bottle of his favourite Vodka, and sat next to Ed, who happened to be missing an arm, and tied to a headboard with the other. The raven-haired man forcefully slammed the liquor bottle into Ed’s mouth. “You’ve never had the pleasure of tasting alcohol, have you?” He asked, running his tongue up Edward’s neck. His breath reeked of the substance. “So much more beautiful and innocent than Greed...” He murmured. “I want to see you with your hair down.” Taking out the golden braid, he ran his hand through it. “Soft too...” He threw the bottle against the wall.

“Let me go!” Ed squealed. Kimblee placed a hand on Ed’s chest.

“My hands can blow you up... How beautiful. But not yet. Little alchemist... would you like to see me with my hair down?” Kimblee asked, pressing harshly. The boy was in a bad situation. He couldn’t resist if he wanted to find his brother. How would Al feel if he turned up dead?

“...If you... will let me live if I cooperate?”

“Such army-talk... It depends how well you cooperate.” He whispered softly, taking off his jacket. To his surprise, Ed was already topless. Kimblee traced teasing circles around Ed’s nipples.

“What are you doing to me?” Edward shouted.
“What does it look like, Full Metal?” Kimblee stared into his golden eyes. He was shocked. Only the colonel would call him that. And that made him more upset at his situation. He thought of a little plan. Kimblee was drunk, he supposed, and maybe he could take advantage of that much.

“All right. As long as I can have my brother back. I’ll do whatever you want...” Ed swallowed. “But my arm is really sore. Could you untie it?” Ed almost smiled.

Kimblee nodded and grabbed the rope. “Sure...” He slammed his hand into Ed’s shoulder, dislocating the remaining arm. Ed ceased to breathe. The Crimson Alchemist untied the rope. Ed was almost lifeless, staring into the ceiling. He was completely defenseless. Anything the man wanted to do to him, he would. But as long as he lived to see Al again, it would be okay... He hoped. He started fading back into the horrible reality that preceded him.

“...Please don’t hurt me...” He whimpered, to the point of tears.

“Only a little.” Kimblee took his shirt off. Sitting over Ed’s waist, a knee on either side, he took his hair-band out. He stretched out on Ed’s small body and placed a hand inside the back of his pants, and another on his hip. The blonde felt sick to his stomach as Kimblee played with his hormones, teasing his virgin torso every which way he possible could. Massaging, kissing, nibbling, licking.

His young body got hotter, and hotter, and he uncontrollably perspired, as Kimblee’s moist tongue lapped it up. He was suddenly aroused, almost forcefully. He didn’t want to be, but he couldn’t control it. He started to shake his head and repeat “no” over and over again. Kimblee tilted his head under his beautiful mane of coal-black hair. “So...” He slid his hand to the front of Edward’s pants. It was worse torture than being torn apart by dull saws. The maniac ran his hand up and down then ground his groin with his own.

Lifting up the boy’s limp body Kimblee felt it tense up as Ed cringed. The virgin dug his chin into Kimblee’s shoulder. He started grinding faster, and harder. He held Ed’s body up by his bottom, inside of his pants. “Ask me for it.” He hissed. Ed let out a cry.

“I wont you sick bastard!” Ed shouted, denying himself release. He was only punishing himself.

“I won’t do anything until you ask me.” Kimblee growled, sadistically. “We can do this all night...”

The blonde’s groin was on fire. “...I want it!” Ed shouted loudly, hoping to just get it over with as quickly as he could. Kimblee suddenly stopped. If Edward could have slapped him, he would have. Kimblee merely sat on his groin, and curled the blond hair around his finger. He leaned into him and gently bit Ed’s lip. “Where do you want it, my little virgin angel?” He asked innocently.

“Anywhere!” It was as if the words just slipped away from the Full metal alchemist. He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted to forget and find his brother. And when he was done, Kimblee would be so also.

“That’s not very specific...” The crazy man drawled on, slipping his captive’s pants down around his knees. He took the throbbing, digit into his hand and excruciatingly slowly stroked it. Edward bit his tongue and sucked the blood from it. He tried to create a distraction from Kimblee. He turned his head, and bit down harder. Noticing, the Crimson Alchemist started pulling, farther and farther. And the high-pitched shrill in Edwards throat got louder and louder until it burst from his mouth and the blood along with it.

Kicking the madman off him and the bed, he attempted to get up. Accepting the challenge, Kimblee dragged the boy back onto the bed by his dislocated arm, as his pants slid along with it. He was now completely naked. The bomber, however still had pants on. Edward bit down on a pillow and chewed on it fiercely, making sounds like a wounded animal.

“I’m surprised you lasted this long. You’re just dying aren’t you... Just waiting for me to put it in your...” Kimblee paused, stabbing a finger into the blonde’s entrance. He screamed from sheer pain and shock, as the maniac twisted it around, tormenting him. Ed started crying. “Shall I put it in?” Kimblee asked nonchalantly. Ed said nothing and chewed a hole in the pillow, sobbing angrily.

With his free hand, Kimblee trickled his fingers like raindrops around Ed’s sore member. “Put it in!” Ed barked, regretting his words, unlike ever before.

“What was that?” The black-haired man asked, happily.

“You heard me!” Ed roared, slamming his face shamefully into the pillow. He sobbed softly. The thought of the Ex-Alchemist defiling him was a thousand times worse the pain of killing Greed and Majhal.

Slipping his own pants off, Kimblee held the boy’s rear and thrust his own neglected member into Edward. The dark haired man moaned in relief. He held Ed by his chest, rubbing his palm into his firm nipples. It was a mix of unwanted pleasure and fear, for Edward. It was a sense of revenge and satisfaction for Kimblee.

As Kimblee went faster, and more intense, Ed’s breathing was quick, sharp and harsh. Kimblee would moan quietly every so often and the blonde boy would moan on every push. As if his digit were to explode from heat and pressure, he started tensing up and wavering as Kimblee’s sweat trickled down onto his back and groin. He came onto the soft sheets, and slid, limply down. Kimblee then followed suit, coming into his victim. Ed’s mouth was streaked with drool, down the side of his face and onto the pillow. His yellow eyes glazed, gazing off into another place. The mad bomber caught his breath. He panted, and looked over at the boy.

Grabbing his arm, he turned him towards himself. Ed closed his eyes and then looked into Kimblee’s. Edward, about to speak, was interrupted as Kimblee pressed his face into his own. The bomber dove his tongue into every corner of the boy’s mouth. He was too serene to resist. The Crimson Alchemist clutched the Full Metal Alchemist close to him. He embraced the boy as the room exploded with a blinding white light.