Atonement

Atonement

Author: Ciissi
Lyrics: The Kinslayer by Nightwish
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist; second part of “Generals and Slaves” Arch
Pairing: Roy Mustang x Edward Elric
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist so do not sue me. Besides… I am quite sure that not so many of you know where Finland is so… *shrug*
Warnings: NC-17 & AU. Contains yaoi meaning at least two boys having sex together. Also master and slave relationship and bad plot. Mayor warning about questionable religious rambling, twisted sense of humor and bastardized Alphonse. Sorry Alphonse-fans. He is just toooooooo nice that I could like him… That dude is practically saint and saints do not exist.
Author’s Note 1: I wonder how many of you who happened to read my fics know these songs or performing bands…? But if you want to know what I thought when I wrote these fictions you really should listen the songs or wonder if they have changed my medication… The third part of “Generals and Slaves” Arch should be 1x2 aka HeeroDuo from Mobile Suit Gundam Wing.

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He was no angel. He had never been one or would never become one. He was not even fallen angel. He himself preferred outright term demon. And yet his innocent smile, golden hair in little ponytail and short frame made many think that he was just a child.

But in cold and harsh reality there was nothing childlike in Edward Fullmetal’s nature. Closer study revealed that his unnatural golden eyes showed a look that belonged for a person in thousand years in age. His metal arm and leg told a story of loss and pain. Muscles in his body told about a warrior, a soldier… an assassin.

How many would have dared to call him a child if they had seen him right this moment?

Blood tripped down his delicate features. His golden eyes looked like ones of feline predator earning more blood, more screams of horror and pain. His metal arm was transformed into a crude blade. There were several bloodied bodies lying on the floor under his black, metal ornamented boots. Deadly wounds on the bodies were made by knife and it did not acquire to genius to understand that it was Edward’s arm-blade that had caused the injuries.

[For whom the gun tolls]
[For whom the prey weeps]

If someone had asked *why* he had done it, murdered innocent persons – women and children –, Edward would had told this, that he had been told to do so. He had been given an order that no witnesses were allowed. Besides he had not liked his brother or this wife anyway. Whiners. They had been whiners and Edward did *not* like people who whined.

Edward refused to think that his little brother’s betrayal had something to do with his hatred towards Lord Alphonse Elric, master and lord of Elric household after sudden death of Edward Elric, the first heir of fortune of Elrics. Edward refused to think how he had lost his arm and leg because of Alphonse Elric. Luckily Edward’s face was pretty and his body small. There were lots of people who were ready to over-look the missing leg and arm in favor of angel-like outsides. And for Edward’s relief his master had been ready to invest enough money into him so he had had new automail-limbs.

Edward knew very well that there were lots of people who hated his Master and wished his death. And why not? Even Edward had seen the methods his Master used to gain more power – he himself was only one of them – and strengthen his status. His Master thought only his own best. Yet Edward did not hate him, but he would have never admitted it if someone had inquired the matter. Master had saved Edward from the most horrid fate when buying him and he was going to do anything – ANYTHING – for his Master.

Edward’s faith to gods and higher beings had died along his little brother’s betrayal. Because of that he had made up a new religion to himself. His Master was his religion. His church service was to execute every order his Master gave him with preciseness. His holy book was the words Master gave him. His confession was report he gave to Master. His atonement was to keep rest of his beautiful body unscarred. His absolution was a touch, a smile, a kiss from his Master.

And all the time Edward was aware that his Master was no god but General in the army and mortal man who could do mistakes. Edward in fact was extremely thankful that his Master was *not* god. His ego was *already* intolerable.

[Bow before a war]
[Call it religion]

Edward transformed his arm back to normal and checked his appearances from the richly adorned mirror. He had to make sure he had not had wounds or any other injuries. Master did not like him having more scars. He washed the blood form his sun-kissed skin and pulled his red overcoat back on. He wore only black boots, black leather pants, red coat and finally white gloves.

Without hesitation he took the axe he had bought with him and chopped of Alphonse’s and Winry’s heads. He needed them as evidence. Master had been quite unsure whether he could do this and Edward was going to prove to his Master that he – without doubt – was Master’s best and most obedient assassin. He collected the heads and stuffed them into a sack. Without further ado he left he house via back door.

Master’s best and most obedient assassin and slave.

Ok. He *was* there without permission but only results mattered to Edward. If Master wanted to kill him for being disobedient, Edward would not protest: after all it was part of his atonement. To stay unscarred.

[Some wounds never heal]

General Roy Mustang was furious. He yelled to his household’s slaves and even slapped his military-secretary Maes Hughes. He interrogated slaves, soldiers and everybody whom came across his path.

Reason for General’s upsetment was quite clear. His most cherished slave, the one who brought him generous amount of admiration and jealousy, Edward Fullmetal, was missing.

“Hawkeye!” Roy yelled. “Riza Hawkeye, get your ass down here right NOW!” Somewhere deep down he knew he was unfair. If Fullmetal had wanted to leave the house, he could have done it very easily and without anyone’s attention. Edward Fullmetal, after all, was genius and killer. But! He was also Roy Mustang’s slave. He had no right to leave the house except with his Master.

General halted his spacing and pressed his face into is other gloved hand. This was troubling. Edward could be anywhere and nobody knew not a thing of his movements within the whole day…

General Roy Mustang sighed and wished that there had been none to see his agony. He wanted his small angelic demon back. That was all he wanted. Edward was fun to have around. He was only slave that did not try to pull anything selfish, did not grovel in front of his Master and obeyed almost every word Roy ever said to him.

Devotion… and atonement.

[Some tears never will]
[Dry for the unkind]

A cruel reality. Broken promise, home and young man not killed but sold in slavery.

Tears, that would never be shed. Smile, that could not be never brighten the day again with innocence.

A thought of all of it made General want to laugh and cry same time. It could have been him. Very easily. His family had also much power and too much money and no willingness to share even piece of it with others, not even ones related with blood.

Twisted fate. Laughing gods. A young boy sacrificing himself for family and then the merciful god, that did not exist.

There had been no good will behind Roy Mustang’s intentions, when he had bought the angelic faced child. He had not intended to show mercy a new, beautiful toy he had bought now so long a go, but as he had seen his blonde slave for the first time, seen the unmoving, cold eyes which knew betrayal deeper than General could ever do… He had wanted something more than fleeting pleasure.

Roy Mustang wanted Edward Elric’s true smile. He wanted to be younger one’s atonement. And suddenly too much money was no problem to him. What ever Fullmetal wanted, Roy gave him except sadness and tears of betrayal.

[Cry for mankind]

Edward returned back to the house and to his comfy little room besides Master’s room. His room was much more glorious than slave of his stature should have had. He was no bed slave. Edward looked the clock and noticed that he had few minutes before General would leave the office and return to home. He had to be sure to be the one to welcome General back to home with little smile and stubborn complain about the late hour and cooling food.

Edward shoved the bag with severed heads under his bed and began to wash himself. No blood should offend his Master’s eyes. Towel around his waist Edward walked to his wardrobe and opened doors. He should dress himself well. There might be Master’s colleagues and Edward had to be presentable. Black leather pats – hanging low on his hips –, black sleeveless shirt ending above his navel and no socks or shoes. Edward was braiding his golden hair, when he heard the General’s voice from downstairs. Only then he remarked fully the noise he had heard all the time after his return.

Edward froze. General’s voice was most unpleased. He never shouted that way to the housekeeper Riza Hawkeye. There was trouble ahead, he could tell that. From vanity table Edward picked up some of his jewelry. He put on all of his sixty bracelets and both of his anklets which marked him as a slave. Heavy, golden necklace was locked around his throat. Red, transparent long-sleeved, ankle-long coat with hood was the last piece of clothing he pulled on. White gloves were tugged into pocket of his trousers.

Edward double checked his appearances from the mirror before his legs – one of flesh, other of metal – carried him to the door of room. His right hand – the metallic one – lowered on doorknob and twisted it. The door swung open without sound. Edward pulled the hood of the cloak over his head hiding upper part of his face like under the veil. General wanted him to bring forth all the mystery he could to mesmerize General’s acquaintances and Edward obeyed.

Edward quickly glanced towards his bed under which he had hidden the sack. Unfeeling eyes held no remorse. He had held his atonement; no new scars. Small smirk fixed on his lips Edward stepped out of his room and closed the door behind him.

The dead were dead. There was no afterlife. Edward did not know the sorrow for dead… and dead could never atone those deeds they had committed in their lives.

[Even the dead cry]
[- Their only comfort]

The corridor outside of Edward’s room was in chaos. Every servant and soldier in house was running around yelling, shouting, talking, opening doors hazardously and the General’s voice above all demanding explanation from Riza Hawkeye and Alex Louis Armstrong, the head of security of the house. He demanded to know how something like this could have happened.

Edward got worried. Something bad must have happened while he had been away. He made his way – word ‘glide’ came in minds of many, because even with automail-leg Edward’s movements very light and fairy-like – to the second floor’s landing and looked down his flesh arm resting on railing.

On the lobby of the first floor at the center of everyone’s attention stood General Roy Mustang. His blue uniform jacket was partly opened. His uniform cap was discarded on the table of lobby. He had handed over his sword and gun. But he had not taken off his gloves, which indicated that he was not feeling very homey or safe. Circling General was several military officers whom Edward knew and had spoken with and several servants Riza Hawkeye and Alex Louis Armstrong among them.

Edward nodded to himself. Those two would take care of everything without Edward getting mixed into it. Now his job was to make General calm down. He leaned forward and peered in of the living room door behind General’s back. Several high-ups of military and political life were sitting there and – to Edward’s eyes – they seemed feeling quite uncomfortable.

Edward straightened with grim smile on his lips. It was time to him take care of his job inside the house. Entertaining guests and General would help Hawkeye’s and Armstrong’s workload. He walked to the stairs leading down.

Edward waited a moment. He rested his right hand on the railing and took the first step with his left foot making sure that light glimmered on his metallic arm and foot and golden jewelry. Also when taking that first step he made sure that his bracelets and anklets let out a silent shimmering like thousands of little bells. The transparent red chiffon coat fluttered around him.

The lobby fell silent from the chimer and heads turned to look up the stairs. The guests came to the door to see what caused the silence. Jaws dropped in silence which made shimmer of golden rings echo. Every eye was attached to black-and-gold angel with red wings sensually descending the stairs one silvery foot and hand reflecting the light. A mysterious, undecipherable smile on his lips made shiver ran down every spine. Transparent red fabric made this unearthly vision’s eyes invisible and made everyone questioning the color and the look of his eyes.

The halo around angel grew stronger the more closer he came. He stopped for a moment at the bottom of the stairs and made clear to every person how small he really was. Only Roy Mustang saw the quick smile of victory and despise sweep sensual lips. The angel began move again and headed towards the General. The path opened in front of him and none looked away when he moved forward swinging his hips suggestively.

Roy suppressed his sigh of resignation and removed his glove. He offered his ungloved hand – an unthinkable thing for General to do! – to Edward’s take. It was better if he played this game of Edward’s till the end or as long he wanted to do so.

Edward placed his flesh hand on his Master’s hand. “General Mustang… Welcome home, Master”, he whispered loud enough to his audience to hear and bowed his head.

Roy pulled Edward closer and removed the hood shading younger one’s eyes. “I am back, Edward.” He pulled his precious slave to his embrace. He bended enough reaching to kiss Edward’s golden locks. “How was your day, Edward Fullmetal? Where have you been, my mischievous little Angel?”

In front of all eyes golden eyes fluttered to close and small mewling noise escaped from Edward’s lips. He seemed to melt on his Master’s arms. A shiver almost unnoticeable ran thru his small frame as his Master called his name. Golden eyes opened and glazed stare was locked into something faraway.

Every single one of General’s high and mighty guests almost got heart attack and turned to green from jealousy.

Roy Mustang could not have cared less about his guests’ problems. Edward was putting quite show for him. Looking around from the corner of his eye he saw that even his own people, who saw Edward every day, were dazzled. And it had been only to day that Maes Hughes had asked whether or not Edward Fullmetal was worthy of all the fuss. The answer was quite clear.

Roy pressed Edward’s face against his chest and ran his hand in blond hair. Edward let out voices of the pleasure. Outsiders grew even more envious. Roy let his hand slide to braid and onto secured hair tie. With quick, stable and well practiced twist of his wrist he made Edward’s golden locks flow freely down to his back and onto his face.

[Kill your friend, I don’t care]
[Orchid kids, blinded stare]

Roy stepped away. He held hair tie so high that Edward would not reach it and braced himself.

“MASTER ROYYYYYYYYYY! GIVE IT BACK TO ME!”

Edward’s yell of protest was shock beyond understandment to everybody except Roy, Riza and Alex. They all knew that Edward did not like – perhaps term ‘did not like’ was too mild to describe how he felt about it – present himself his hair open when there was someone else than household’s personnel present.

Roy looked his slave sternly as Edward tried to take back his hair tie. But Roy was taller than blond slave and some so retrieving was not success. So he gave up and looked his Master with mortified expression.

“Edward Fullmetal, where the Hell were you, when I came back?” Roy questioned his looks severe.

Edward sighed and wound his arms around himself. He felt very vulnerable his hair open. He was afraid that someone would recognize him. Edward bowed his head and hair shielded his face from others’ gazes. “You came back home earlier than you told me yesterday”, he finally said slowly.

“That is not the answer I was looking for, Edward”, Roy pointed out and stuffed his hands into pockets. “Where were you?” he asked again. He knew that youngster did not want to answer him and that made him upset and concerned. He was worried of Edward. He needed the answer to pass a judgment on slave’s sudden disappearance.

[Need to understand]

Edward looked down and refused to meet his Master’s black eyes. Suddenly he bolted. With smooth and liquid series of moves he kicked General’s feet off under him and snatched hair tie. He turned to run out of the lobby.

But Roy Mustang knew well his little slave. He would have been kind of disappointed if Edward had not tried anything. Thou… he did quite not expect Edward to kick him… So, he fell – which was surely very disgraceful act in front of his colleagues – and lost hair tie to Edward – which was not such a surprise at that point. Any way, Roy was quickly back to his feet and after Edward.

The guests of General were only gawking and could do nothing.

Before Edward got even near the closest door Roy couth him. He wound his arm around Edward’s waist and lifted his feet of the floor pressing boy’s lithe body firmly against his own. “Not going to work, Fullmetal One”, he whispered into slave’s ear and his other hand retrieved the stolen hair tie.

Edward struggled for a moment but his position was not the best possible because General was behind him and guests were staring. He was no where near to giving up as General let his feet back to floor. Edward turned around furious fire burning in his golden eyes. He hated his Master more than anything. He hated the way other man made him vulnerable to everyone’s to violate with their gazes. To Edward being hair down was same as being naked.

Edward’ turning around was all that General wanted. Somewhere deep down he wondered, did Edward read his mind or was acting with instinct. But in the end it did not matter. Only results of the slave’s action. As Edward’s beautiful face turned towards him, the General stroke with his open palm on Edward’s cheek and it was nothing like powerless, girly hit. The impact sent Edward off his feet and hurled him on the floor into a pitiful heap.

Suddenly everybody held their breath as Edward lifted himself up to his other hand and pressed his flesh hand to his cheek. He did not make the mistake of raise his head but let it hang down in submissive position. He swallowed his tears of pain and humiliation. The game was over. General had made it clear that he was most displeased. Edward was stripped from all of his dignity.

It was General’s right as Edward’s owner to do what he wanted to his slave. End of discussion.

[No need to forgive]
[No truth no sense left to be followed]

General looked slave’s bowed head. “I am still waiting, Edward Fullmetal”, he reminded with irritation and impatience.

A hand on cheek slowly slid away and slumped down to the floor. Tanned skin was already gaining the purple shade of bruise. Edward turned his body to face his Master. He kneeled pressing his hands and face on the floor like wanting become a carpet under his Master’s feet. He still oozed sensuality and his submissiveness made him even more desirable than before.

General waited with ice-cold eyes.

Edward drew a shaky breath to clear his voice from tears. He could not upset his Master any more or he would never be forgiven. Master would deny his absolution and… How could he atone without absolution? “Fo-forgive, my God, but I have sinned in front of Your eyes”, Edward started as he had done so many times before shaking in a touch of fear in his mind. “I have done against Your word and will and I have raised my hand against You and violated Your pureness.” He stopped to wait General’s reaction in silence.

When Edward continued after first pause and stumble, Roy wrinkled up his forehead. He did not like the way Edward was putting things. He realized that his blond slave was scared of something. For his forgiveness? Roy could only make guesses. “Go on”, he urged.

Edward swallowed again. This was very hard in front of all the outsiders. He decided *not* tell about several severed heads under his bed. “Today, few hours after You had left the house, I broke the order of never leaving the house without Your presence. I broke Your direct order because of the matter we had spoken few days ago.” Edward was desperately looking for the right words which would not tell to exactly *where* he had been. “I longed to show my Master that I am not unworthy, that I could do it on my own and still keep my atonement. But I could not do this without leaving the haven of the house.” A deep breath was taken. “I went to see my little brother”, he finally after long quiet period confessed hardly audibly. “Please, forgive, my Lord, but I have sinned…” Edward’s body started to shake. “Please, forgive me, forgive me, forgive me…” He could not stop his begging and repeated again and again his plea of forgiveness.

A horror struck thru General’s body and mind. //Went to see his little brother… How much hate…?// Edward had done something horrible, something very final, something that could be good or bad thing. Inside he was in turmoil but outside nothing betrayed the first waves of panic slamming into him.

[“Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend.”]

“That is enough, Edward!”

Edward seemed to wither for harsh tone of his Master’s voice and his pleas ended. He felt cold. He decided to withdraw out of his Master’s eyesight. “Yes, Master.” His voice did not carry emotion or expression. It was conformation of order. It held nothing. And Edward got up and kept his eyes fixed to the floor. He bowed deep to his Master and began to retire back to his room.

Before Edward had time to turn away Roy reached out and began comb slave’s hair with his hands. He placed hair tie between his teeth and drew young man closer so that he could braid other’s hair. “I was worried, Ed”, he said while braiding golden hair. “I come home from work and you are no where to find. I thought someone had kidnapped you…” Roy secured the hair tie and let his hand travel to cup Edward’s face. “I am worried of your safety, Ed. Everyone in this city knows about my mischievous little Angel with golden eyes.” He placed a kiss on slave’s forehead and other on his bruised cheek. Those little pecks message for Edward was ‘You are forgiven’.

Golden eyes met black ones. “Master…” Edward whispered and automatically he slid back to his role of seductive slave. He closed his eyelids and touched bruise on his face. “I am but a slave, Master. I am replaceable”, he stated with certainty.

For guests surprise General started laugh. “You truly are my joy and my agony, my Fallen One.” He clasped Edward into his arms and turned to face his guests and colleagues. “Now that this misunderstandment is cleared and I have my slave in my arms it is better that we enter the living room for discussion.” Roy kept Edward in his arms. Edward wound his arms around his Master’s neck and pressed his cheek against Roy’s chest. General looked at Riza Hawkeye. “Would you send some refreshments to us, Riza?”

“Right a way, Master Mustang”, she answered with a curtsey.

General led guests to the living room. Riza Hawkeye clapped her hand sending servants back to their works. Alex Louis Armstrong gathered soldiers and led them out of the house and back to guarding duty.

Hours later Edward left the living room and it’s noisy atmosphere. He had undressed his chiffon coat and carried it now on his forearm. He had no more his necklace; it was now around General’s neck. Other his anklets had disappeared in some point of the evening. His braid was loosened and messy making some strands of hair hung on his face. Edward crossed the dark lobby heading towards the staircase and he idly rubbed his stomach. General’s gloves had stuffed under the waist of his trousers. Edward was tired and guests were so drunk that soon enough they might have done something inconsiderate, so he had decided to go back to his room and get some sleep.

Edward’s mechanical limbs did not make a sound as he ascended the stairs. He did not notice the figure that followed his steps in the doorway of living room. When Edward stopped in front of the door of his room and went in, the figure looked back to the living room before covering the same distance as Edward.

In his room Edward returned his coat back to the wardrobe. He took out General’s gloves and placed them with his jewelry on the vanity table. He undressed his black shirt throwing it to armrest of nearby chair and let his hair open. Edward took hairbrush and while walking to his bedside he combed his hair.

At this point Edward remembered the severed heads under his bed.

The door of Edward’s room opened and closed letting a dark figure inside.

As the lock of the door clicked to locked behind the figure Edward’s back straightened. For a moment neither of them said nothing and Edward listened other breathing. He was angry. How some outsider *dared* intrude the privacy of his room?! Edward spun around and threw his hairbrush.

The brush hit the wall and penetrated it beside of the ear of General Roy Mustang whom was leaning to the door and looking his slave’s actions with small smile. He did not even blink when the misused object was placed into the wall. Slowly he turned to look the hairbrush before facing Edward. “You know… That could be dangerous. You could kill someone with that, Ed”, he pointed out lazily and straightened.

Edward had frozen. “I did not know it was you, Master Roy”, he finally explained. “I thought it was some drunken guest thinking he could ‘have some fun’ with me.” Bitterness was plain in his voice and he half turned away.

Roy came closer and massaged Edward’s shoulders. “You are mine. I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me or harm you. I will barbeque them myself.” His voice and face were strict.

Edward relaxed and leaned against Roy. “Yes, Master…”

“That is hardly *what* you are supposed to say”, Roy marked and humor rang in his voice. “Now that aside… You said you went to see your little brother… What did you do? Why did you do it?”

Edward stayed quiet some time and Roy did not hurry him. He wanted to make sure his words would come out correctly. “By chance I heard you, Envy and Scar talk about the problems that the leader of Elric House has lately caused. You were guessing whether or not I would be able to execute the order of assassination and Envy and Scar were confused why I could not”, he told with his reporting tune. He turned and buried his face into Roy’s clothing. His hands gripped in front of shirt of military uniform. “I left from the house alone because I could not bear it. Hesitation. Distrust. Uncertainty. Am I that weak, my Master?” Edward wanted know in agony. “Have I failed in my mission some time?”

Roy did not answer. “So that is the reason why you left the house.” He put his arm around Edward’s shoulders and petted his head with other hand. “I understand your reasoning… Now you have to tell me, what did you do.” Edward’s naked skin was warm under his fingers and palm. The faint smell of blood and rare black lilies rose from blond to his nose.

“I have not liked them for so long. They are the ones who made my life to take a turn towards what it is now so to show my gratitude I paid back with interests.” There was bitter smile in Edward’s tune of voice. “I killed them”, came the straight answer without hesitation or remorse.

[“Time to die, poor mates. You made me what I am!”]

//‘Not liked them for so long’, eh…? It has been almost eight years, Ed. You were ten when I bought you…// Thoughts of past flashed in Roy’s mind and he held young man even tighter against his body. “You killed them…?”

Edward nodded. “Yes, Master. I killed them. All of them. The whole fucking mansion. I did not leave any possible witnesses.” His voice was cold and unfeeling, but his body was warm, even hot and pliant. He raised his face and Roy crouched to kiss his inviting lips firmly. This was not their first kiss and it would not be the last. “They begged me to spare them”, Edward continued against Roy’s mouth before Roy pushed his tongue into his mouth deepening their kiss. Their tongues battled against each other but Roy kept the dominance as they descended to the floor. Roy pulled Edward into his lap. Edward’s arms locked around Roy’s neck.

They separated as they ran out of air.

“It… was so… boring”, Edward panted. “People who are… about to die… have no imagination… what so ever. It is always… the same pattern… of begging… ‘Please, do not kill me’.” His tune was full of scorn as Roy bent him backwards so he could lick, nib and suck his slave’s nibbles. Sighing Edward allowed his eyes to close, his head flop backwards and expose his throat. “I hate when they whine.” Edward gasped. “Please, Master, more.” His hands started to move so he could remove Roy’s shirt.

[“In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way.”]

Roy chuckled to Edward’s tune other nibble in his mouth and felt a shiver ran thru Edward’s small body. Now who it was who was begging, praying? “You seemed to like this…”, he hummed and moved his tongue over slave’s chest with long, sensual licks.

Edward shuddered and found buttons of the uniform shirt. He was unbearably aroused and he felt his Master’s arousal too. In his hazy mind he knew that unbuttoning would be *very* challenging. Something nagged in the back of his mind. “Master… What about your guests…?” It took all of his disappearing concentration to make a question and unbutton the first of the several buttons in Roy’s shirt.

Roy raised his mouth off Edward’s chest and moved to suck and bit his throat. “What… of them?” he inquired and ran his hands up and down of other’s backside. Another button opened. “They are so wasted… that they will not realize… if I am gone hour or ten.” His had slid inside of waistline of Edward’s trousers.

Edward moaned as Roy’s hand teased his lower abdomen. His fingers proved not to be nimble enough for his taste and his patience came to its end. He tugged the shirt sharply.

Sharp noise of ripping shirt companied moans, sighs and hard breathing.

Both men froze and for a moment nothing happened.

“… Ed… You just ripped my uniform shirt…”, Roy said with certain disbelief and straightened staring down. He pulled Edward up with him.

Edward had opened his eyes and he stared the shirt pieces in his hands with amazement. His hand fell and pulled the rest of the shirt down to Roy’s wrists. “I am sorry, Master. I did not mean it”, he apologized.

“It is not that I do not like your eagerness, Ed… It is just… *hard* to explain all the spoiled shirts”, Roy said and let his hands drop to Edward’s firm ass. He pulled Edward closer and both men groaned as their trouser-restricted erections brushed together. “You should… practice more… self-control… Ed”, he panted into other’s ear making him shiver violently and tear the shirt off his wrists. Roy chuckled and kissed earlobe. “About your little brother…”, he pondered suddenly chancing the subject of discussion.

Edward slid his palms to Roy’s chest and General hissed as cold, mechanical hand touched his sensitive skin. “Alphonse Elric saw me and he even recognized me. It seemed to disturb him”, he snickered and then moaned as his Master’s hand found its way into his leather trousers. Edward was mindful of his metallic hand and used the flesh one to play with Roy’s hardened nibble. “But I think…”, he confessed leaning to kiss other man’s lips, “he was more disturbed about the fact that I was going to kill him.”

Roy brought both of his hands to zipper of leather pants as he deepened their kiss and he sucked Edward’s tongue into his mouth. Edward moaned into the kiss and jerked his hips suggestively. Roy liked his slave like this. Edward loosed all of his unbreakable self-control and coldness in his arms.

No matter what Edward gained in his Master’s embrace, his innocence was not one of them.

Jerking apart Edward drank long and fervent from the air and got drugged by his Master’s smell of gunpowder, ink, dusty paper and mint. His head and mouth dived to lick and gently bit Roy’s nibbles. His automail-arm stayed on Roy’s shoulder and other hand traveled to southwards. “It was glorious, Master. Young master Elric did not break until I assaulted his stupid, ugly wife. I do not understand why people in this city call her ‘beautiful’”, he murmured against Roy’s chest and nibble blowing hot and cold breeze to wet skin. His efforts were rewarded as General moaned, shivered and tugged the zipper of Edward’s pants open. He straightened his back. “In reality it was really stupid, you know”, Edward observed clinically and looked into Master’s eyes. “They begged with same way than other although it had not saved them.”

[“Your praying is in vain. It’ll all be over soon.”]

General pushed his hand into Edward’s leather pants and grabbed a hold of swelled shaft inside. “That is not very surprising, Ed.” Edward let out a small cry and jerked upwards. “They wanted to be saved. Saved by the God they believe.” He brought slave’s arousal out of the trousers.

[“Father, help me, save me a place by your side!”]

“There is no such a god in this world, Masteeeeeeer!” Edward’s voice pitched as Roy pressed the tip of his shaft. His both hands clenched painfully into skin of Roy’s shoulder and back. “Humans call their creed god. No other merciful god exists than you, Master Roy!” His metal fingers broke the skin and blood trickled down General’s chest and back. Edward stared the ruby red droplets before closing his eyes and throwing his head back.

A fallen angel. Denying his Creator and scorning others’ faith. A fallen angel, whose sins made him more beautiful than those without sin.

[“There is no god]
[Our creed is but for ourselves.”]

Roy looked his slave who tried to gather his concentration to continue their conversation but Roy had other plans. He wrapped his hand around Edward’s arousal and pumped. A keen cry escaped from blonde’s lips as he loosed his control and could only feel. “I hope you *do* realize that we *are* having quite unusual conversation for this kind of situation”, Roy mused looking his slave to writhe on his arms.

“And… *whose* fault… is *that*?” Edward inquired between the pants and mews.

Roy looked Edward mischief in his eyes. He stopped caressing of younger one’s shaft and went even so far that let it go.

This time scream was one more of pain than pleasure. “No, Master. Please do not stop”, he begged and opened his eyes. As owner’s and slave’s eyes met Edward knew what was going on. “I am sorry, Master”, he stated sarcastically and let his hand trop to waist of Roy’s trousers. “It is my fault.” His fingers found the zipper.

Roy raised his hands and placed them to cup Edward’s face. He gently bought slave’s face closer and pressed their lips together in slow, sensual kiss. It surprised Edward. His Master hardly ever was gentle and warm and thoughtful. Slowness was not what they wanted. They both needed to feel alive especially in times like this when their pasts were haunting them.

Insanity thou name hath Love… Freedom thou name hath Death…

[“Not a hero unless you die]

It was calm before the storm. A quiet moment of consolation like touch of a butterfly’s wing. Only a kiss but much more than a kiss. The absolute absolution which left no sins and purified Edward’s very soul. Moment of weakness showed only to his Master and no one else.

[Our species eat the wounded ones.”]

But just like the storm sweeps away the calm, the passion returned with strengthened vigor.

Edward’s fingers began to work for opening the zipper and Roy’s hands tugged waistband of Edward’s pants. Roy was able to slide down about half of Edward’s ass before speared legs stopped leather. Their mouths were pressed together in kiss, Roy’s tongue inside of Edward’s hot mouth. Edward got the zipper open and touched his Master’s underwear with questioning finger. Their mouths separated in desperate search for air.

Edward pulled back and placed his hand on Roy’s chest. “Lay… back, Master”, he panted and kissed him briefly. “I want you now”, he whispered invitingly and pushed General on his back. Edward slid down Roy’s long legs and grabbed on military uniform’s pants and underwear. Carefully he pulled them down admiring the view uncovering in front of his eyes.

As the trousers and underwear descended Roy let out a half moan, half sigh of relief as his painfully hard arousal was freed from its prison of strict military attire. Under his half-lidded eyes he observed Edward licking his lips in anticipation. His eyes traveled southward on Edward’s nicely muscular body and stopped on open fly where Edward’s fully erected cock stood leaking precum. Edward moaned loudly and Roy raised his gaze to meet the eyes clouded by lust and need. He swallowed. He was entirely naked Edward kneeled beside of his legs. He knew that Edward was ready to be taken without reparation. Only thing that prevented him from doing it was his trousers.

Edward struggled against his leather pants to get them off and mean while Roy got an interesting idea. “Ed… Go get lube”, he ordered and pulled himself into tailor’s seat.

Edward’s brains short-circuited. “What?”

Roy smirked. “Go get the lube”, he purred and looked Edward straight to the eyes. “You are going to prepare yourself for me.” His voice was husky and it made Edward lick his lips.

But Edward had his suspicions. His eyes narrowed although it did not remove his lust and need for his Master. “And what you are going to do, Master Roy?” he inquired but went to look the lube from his night table. He had a bad feeling…

Smirk on General’s face grew wider.

Correction. He had the *worst* feeling. Edward looked around the table’s drawers.

“I am your Master”, Roy answered and stared hungrily Edward’s swaying butt. The best looking ass he had ever seen. “You seem to like to perform so I am giving you a possibility to pull off your best performance ever… by preparing yourself.”

Edward jerked his head up. He felt like he was going to explode then and there as his cock swelled even more. He turned around and showed angry face. “Pervert”, he hissed and bared his teeth. He had a tube of lube in his grasp.

Roy only smirked good-naturedly and beckoned with his hand. “I am not the one who gets aroused by sucking his bed partner’s blood”, he remembered in good humor. His eyes twinkled.

Edward hissed again, walked over and sited opposite of Roy. “You are the only one I bit”, he remembered with jealousy. His Master was his only lover unlike he to his Master although they all where in the past.

[“Drunk with the blood of your victims.]
[I do feel your pity-wanting pain,]

General did not comment on Edward’s notion but his eyes said that it was better to be so.

After all… General Roy Mustang was *very* jealous about his beautiful fallen angel. Perhaps he was jealous even to Alphonse Elric and everyone who had ever had impact on Edward’s life.

He wanted them all dead.

[Lust for fame, a deadly game.”]

Edward examined General’s serious expression but let it – for once – slip and positioned himself. He grabbed a pillow from a nearby armchair tugging it under his back allowing him raise his lower body higher. He spread his legs wide open so his Master could see his opening and supported his feet to his Master’s knees. His stance was very open, shameless and vulnerable.

Edward was little nervous about the whole thing. It was not that he had not prepared himself before but to turn it in to a show! That was a reason to become nervous. But as Roy smiled lustfully he knew that he just had to finger himself enough to get Roy’s shaft inside the first ring of muscle because his Master was as horny as he was.

Edward took the tube of lube and squeezed so substance to his fingers. He leaned back and bought his fingers slowly to his opening brushing past his stiff cock and breath hitching. He called out his Master’s name when his middle finger found his opening and circled it. Somewhere in his lust-haze he heard quickening breaths. Edward smeared some of lube around his opening and pushed middle finger inside.

Although Edward had not prepared himself beforehand, one finger did not hurt. He could feel it but it felt too little so he put another one in without waiting. And this time it hurt a little but not enough to make him stop. He fucked himself with his finger moaning and crying out. His metal arm took a hold on carpet. Edward felt Roy’s fingers teasing his inner thigh. Unwillingly he let out a scream somehow reminding his Master’s name and put in third finger.

Suddenly Roy grabbed of Edward’s wrist. He looked the sweat-soaked skin. “That is enough, Ed”, he called gently but firmly. He took slave’s fingers out. He pulled Edward to his lap and Edward’s arms flung around him. “To me you seem to be ready. Are you?” Roy asked nibbling slave’s earlobe.

For an answer Edward used his legs as leverage, placed his opening above Roy’s shaft and sited on it. He took his Master’s cock all the way in once.

Both of them cried out. Roy in pure pleasure. Edward in pain. He had not remembered how big his Master was.

Roy grabbed hold of Edward’s waist and stilled. He felt hot and tight muscles of Edward’s inner passage massage his length but the pain in Edward’s scream had not gone without noticing. Young man panted heavily in this embrace. Roy wanted to call him silly but he knew that some times Edward needed pain to drive everything else out of his mind. Besides… it was Edward who had wanted all of him at once.

Edward released his death rip around Roy’s neck and moved his hips making both men groan. He pressed his lips on Roy’s. “So… good, Master Roy”, he moaned into General’s mouth. Then he separated their upper torsos and placed his hand on Roy’s chest pressing with small force. “Lay down, Master. Allow me do the work”, he persuaded.

Roy uncrossed his legs and with minor shuffling and reordering they got Roy to lay on his back without Edward letting him out of his passage. If moans were any indicator, it seemed that Edward liked the whole process very much. Once he even yelped meaning that Roy’s shaft had successfully hit his prostate.

Roy looked up to his slave. Edward’s face was radiating from pleasure which came from knowledge that he was on control. His golden hair was damped by sweat and it was getting stuck everywhere where it reached. His skin glistered and rippled over the lean muscles. His head was thrown backwards and he supported his arms on Roy’s thighs. Edward made small circles with his hips but did not try to fasten the pace or deepen the trusts.

Roy moaned in appreciation, turned his head around in small pleasure and almost had a heart attack. He froze still. “Edward… Your little brother is staring me from under your bed…” General commented after awhile making little moves with his hips. “It is little disturbing.”

Edward moved his hips for answer and groaned in pleasure.

General frowned. Did Edward hear him? “Ed, we are *not* going to fuck each other senseless in this room. There is a severed head under your bed”, he informed and grabbed Edward from his hips stilling the younger man.

“As a matter of fact there are two of them”, Edward corrected without further thought and shifted trying to force General’s shaft hit his prostate.

That was the final wakeup-call to Roy. “TWO OF THEM?!” he yelled not believing his ears. “That is it!” He grabbed Edward under his ribcage and pulled himself out of Edward’s tight passage. Edward protested as he put him to the floor and rose to his feet. “We are finishing this in my room”, Roy told firmly and picked angelic faced slave to his arms.

[“Run away with your impeccable kin!”]

General’s room was located right next to Edward’s and a door connected them. Master’s Room was bigger than Edward’s and it was dominated by king-sized bed. Room was colored with different shades of black, white and blue, some silver here and there.

Without any ceremonies Roy threw Edward to the bed and climbed after. Edward let out a cry of annoyance and tried to escape to the other side of the bed. Roy chough him and pinned him down to the mattresses. He rubbed their naked erections against each other and made Edward groan in defeat. Their mouths melted together and Edward spread his legs.

As they kissed, Roy fleetingly thought of irony of all. In this bed Roy had claimed Edward the first time. This was also the bed where his mother had given birth to him and the bed of his parent’s bridal night. So it was the way of the humankind: From innocence to sin over and over again.

[“- Good wombs hath borne bad sons…”]

Roy separated their lips and hoisted himself up to his arms. He looked down to Edward and murmured encouragingly. There were many things he wanted to say to Edward but his lust over other man was stronger than his need to talk. He looked down to their groins and saw their cocks standing proudly side by side almost touching.

Edward pulled his spread legs up and put the flesh leg over Roy’s shoulder exposing himself entirely to Roy. “Please, Master. I need it. I want it”, he begged with frustrated groan and lifted his ass to poke Roy’s shaft.

Roy did not need further invitation. He positioned his shaft and shoved in all the way.

Their voices rose together in satisfaction and pleasure. Edward wound his arms around Roy’s neck and pulled him closer. Edward was almost unbearably tight around Roy. Flames of passion were eating them alive but they wanted more of it.

Roy rocked his hips and Edward gasped and his back arched as tip of Roy cock struck dead on his prostate. Roy lowered some of his weight on Edward’s upper torso so he could nib and lick his jaw line, neck and lips. Edward had bit his lower lip and it oozed some blood which Roy sucked away before deepening the touch into a kiss. He moved his hips slowly with long strokes. Edward’s flesh hand traveled to his back and automail-hand dropped to the bed to grab the sheets.

Roy pulled almost out of Edward before pushing back in. He could feel the inner muscles tightening involuntarily as he pushed deeper and hit the prostate. He could feel Edward’s nail dug into his flesh and draw blood. Roy used more power with his next thrust. It made Edward call out his name and bit his neck. He knew it would leave a hickey.

Roy built up a steady rhythm which he knew would not last. Edward’s shaft was entrapped between their lower abdomens and stimulated with every move. Edward’s voice rose time to time demand more roughness and deepness accompanied with faster moves. Roy freed his other hand to travel on Edward’s golden hair and Edward wound Roy’s black locks around his metallic fingers. One kiss led to another or a nib or a lick.

Edward felt it raising somewhere far beyond him. His moves became fanatic. His back arched almost to the breaking point driving Roy deeper. His inner muscles clenched around Roy’s shaft and his eyes flung wide open as he came to their stomachs screaming his Master’s name.

As Edward tipped over the edge and his orgasm claimed him, he became too tight around Roy’s cock. Edward pleased scream of Roy’s name and one last trust were what General needed to reach his own fulfillment calling his slave’s name. He spilled his seed into Edward’s willing body.

They collapsed on the bed Edward loosing his consciousness with intense of climax.

For some moments Roy looked his slave’s sweat covered face before he pulled out. He lay down on his side to look Edward. He raised his hand and stroked slave’s golden locks in deep thought. “I wonder, what you dream of”, he whispered. “Do you dream of your little brother? How things were in past?” Roy sighed and pressed his cheek on Edward’s shoulder looking at him. “Do you never wonder if your little brother felt any remorse? Would you hate me”, he whispered raising and touching Edward’s ear with his lips, “if I would tell you how much I used to lie to Alphonse so he would never be able to find you?” Roy raised his arms and pulled Edward into his embrace. “You are mine. Alphonse betrayed you and even if he regretted it started too many years too late… because you are mine…”

[Cursing, God, why?]
[Falling for every lie]
[Survivors’ guilt]
[In us forevermore.]

An hour or so later Roy and Edward were sitting in bathtub in hot Edward between Roy’s legs. The room was filled with candles and electric light was turned off. The boarder between reality and dream was dimmed in Edward’s sleepy mind and cigar, which Roy was smoking, with its bluish smoke did not help.

Edward yawned and Roy chuckled behind him. “Sleepy?” he asked with low tone.

Edward’s answer was unpronounceable.

“I see”, Roy chuckled again. Then something came to his mind. “Was there really Alphonse Elric’s head under your bed?” he inquired. He had been quite reoccupied with Edward and aroused so he – theoretically – *could* have seen wrong.

“Yeeeeesh”, Edward yawned and muttered something. “Winry’s head is there also”, he added. “I thought you might want some reassurance that they *really* are dead.”

There was horrible logic behind Edward’s words. Roy gulped. “Riiiiight…” He shifted and smoked. He had to somehow get rid of those heads. Time to time Edward’s sense of humor and logic were causing Roy a trouble.

Some time they sat in silence and Edward rested his head on Roy’s chest. Then Roy said: “Do you want to bet when they notice that whole Elric Mansion is wiped clean?”

[15 candles]
[Redeemers of this world]

General Roy Mustang wandered aimlessly inside the Elric Household mansion with several others from military and looked around in bloodied room. Several dead bodies lay on the ground in the pools of dried blood. The cuts were precise and clean. None of the dead had lived long after blade of unknown kind had cut them. But most horrifying were the bodies of Alphonse Elric – the head of the House – and his wife Winry.

They had no heads. Weapon used to separate the heads – axe – lay nearby.

General Mustang scanned the room and people inside. Many of them seemed feeling sick from the sight and the smell of decaying flesh. Hands were pressed on mouths and handkerchiefs were brought up to cover noses. Eyes were averted especially from the bodies of the children.

Madman’s doing. The whole room, the whole mansion.

None of the inhabitants of the mansion were saved. Everywhere there was only death.

General stopped in front of certain wall which held several paintings and studied one of them with intense interest.

Colonel Farman joined General’s company while looking the bodies. “Does not look too good, Sire. They must have been dead for at least a week or so”, he informed his commander. “Intensity of all of this makes me wonder, why it was done. And even more, who did this.” Arch of his hand covered the bodies and blood pools. “What are you looking at, General?”

General Mustang beckoned to the certain big painting. The painting that he looked had been sliced-and-diced and smeared with blood. Once it had show a picture of happy family with father, mother and two golden haired boys dressed in rich garments and laughing from joy.

“I wonder when the happiness and joy turned into jealousy and betrayal…” General murmured to himself.

Colonel Farman turned his eyes from the painting. “What did you say, General?”

“Nothing important, Colonel”, General answered with saddening sigh.

“Too bad for the painting…”, Colonel stated looking family picture. “I must have been beautiful”.

General gave a snort of contempt for answer. What good was a lie anyway? What good was a picture which only gave pain and nightmares to Edward?

“Who do you think did this, Sire?” An innocent question without real meaning behind it.

General glared at Colonel. “How am I supposed to know?” he questioned with annoyance. “Do I look like a fortuneteller?”

[Dwell in hypocrisy:]
[“How were we supposed to know?”]

“I am sorry, Sire. I did not mean that”, Colonel hurried to apologize. “I was only…”

“… thinking out loud. Yes, I know”, General filled Colonel’s sentence. “Dwelling in it will not help. Let us go.” He put his hand on Colonel’s shoulder and directed him to turn around. Over his shoulder General looked once more the painting. He stopped and faced the painting one last time. He raised his gloved had and snapped fingers together.

The painting on the wall bursted into flames.

Without moving any muscle in his face, the General Roy Mustang looked how picture faded away. No remorse as picture of the main family of the Elric House ceased to exist.

One tear fell from the corner of eye as General looked innocent smile of Edward Elric burnt away like it had never been there in the first place.

The innocent smile General never knew…


Owari

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Author’s Note 2: Ok. That is the end of the second fiction in “Generals and Slaves” Arch. Hope you enjoyed it. No second part coming to this or I have to kill all the characters in Fullmetal Alchemist and that is so no go. Now I can go and drown myself into a toilet.

No wait! I have to finish Blood and Emeralds…

I’ll be back. Mhuhahahahaa… *evil laughter*

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