The Rain
Title- The Rain
Rating- R
Pairing- Roy/Ed
Warnings- Rape, Slavery
Summery- He stood there, looking outside at the rain falling as the talking in the court surrounded him. He was guilty as charged. There was no 'saving' or 'breaking free' this time. He was just glad that his brother got away. That he didn't have to see or remember him anymore. Didn't have to see the pain of his older brother striped of his title and thrown around like a rag doll. He was glad to know that his brother could actually relive a childhood he would have had if it wasn't for him.
Did you end your life in peace?
Did you die in pain? Were you afraid?
Your palms have gone cold in a tightly clenched fist.
Your red lips and hair that blew in the wind,
make me wonder whether this might all have been a dream.
Kill me with the pain you felt;
with your final goodbye.
Take me with you.
IT was always the rain that got to him in the end. He stood there, looking outside at the rain falling as the talking in the court surrounded him. He was guilty as charged. There was no 'saving' or 'breaking free' this time. He was just glad that his brother got away. That he didn't have to see or remember him anymore. Didn't have to see the pain of his older brother striped of his title and thrown around like a rag doll. He was glad to know that his brother could actually relive a childhood he would have had if it wasn't for him. He was even happier to learn that his younger brother didn't remember him what so ever. That was the safest way to go. Alphonse Rockbell sounded better then Alphonse Elric anyways.
HIS golden eyes set sights on the dark haired pale man; his ex-commander. He wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying. Maybe he should, but at the moment he was so sick of living and surviving. He didn't deserve to survive. He caused so much pain to everyone in his life. So what right did he have to live through this? He was entranced by the rain once more. The pounding reminding him of the first time he did human transmutation. The tapping of the rain, reminding him of restoring Alphonse by killing several people by accident. That....that act, even if it was an accident....it killed him inside. Maybe those deaths were the reason he wanted to die. The hammer against wood, echoing in the court room caught his attention. "Do you understand the guidelines, Mr. Elric?" He blinked and in a dry, horsed voice. "Understand what, sir?" The Judge gave an angry sigh. "You are to be confined and be enslaved by General Mustang. You should thank him for saving your life." enslaved! By that fucking bastard! He thought. I rather die a painful death. He could feel himself shake as he stuttered a "Y-ye-s-s, Sir."
The Rain
Part One - Dazed and Lost
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THE said bastard smirked as they handed him the chain and leash to lead the blonde to the car. "Hello Edward" The dark haired man smirked as he looked at Edward. He frowned at the man and continued to walk behind the man, looking at the rain as they got into the backseat of the car. "No manners still?" He then felt a hard slap across his cheek, his eyes widen in shock as he looked towards the Col-no General. His cheek was slowly bruising, and turning red against his too pale skin. "When someone says hello to you, you should say "Hello Sir" or "Hello Master". You're a slave now Edward. Mine at that. I won't take any ill manners. Do you understand?" He looked down and said quietly. "Yes sir." He could tell that Mustang was smirking. He looked back outside to the rain. The rain gave him terrible pain, but at the same time....relief.
NO one talked for the rest of the way, not even as the car started pulling up the long narrow driveway that lead to a marvelous mansion that belonged to a cold hearted man who's concern only reached to a small bubble around him. The silence was broken to Ed's despair. "Come on, Take off your shoes at the door." He watched at the dark haired man got out of the car and walked to the door. The driver in the front seat glared at him to get out. He opened the door emotionlessly and then closed it. The car took off as he started for the house. What was the use of the running away if he had no family to run to? He stared at the open door for a moment before walking up to the door, taking off the tight shoes, then placing them on the mat.
HE heard the sound of water running echoing throughout the house. "Get in here." He obeyed the demanding voice of his ex-commander. He padded down the hallway, Metal foot echoing each step louder then his human one. He found the man in a marble bathroom. "Strip." was the only thing the man said to him before turning off the water, leaving foggy colored water to still slightly in the tub. He slowly took off the orange prison shirt, then the ugly colored pants, followed by his blue boxers. He didn't notice the lustful gleam in the older man's eye as he was told to sit down in the tub. He obeyed like an dog to it's ungrateful master. "Clean yourself. Come out when you're done. Use the white towel." Roy left, carrying off the dirty ugly orange clothing. He slightly wondered what he was going to wear as he washed himself, but found himself unable to keep himself on one thought. Thoughts about his brother still invaded his head. wishing and faint fantasy's also played their part in his head. He got out when the water was cold against his skin. He smelled of apple cinnamon and other spices, must of been something the man put in the water.
HE dried himself with the white towel and then wrapped it around his thin waist. He stared at himself in the mirror. It scared at how much his features had changed while awaiting for trail. His baby fat seemed to have evaporated, leaving him with a more femine look, his eyes slightly narrowed into an amber color, he could visibly see his collar bone along with several ribs, and the metal that met his shoulder made him look mutated...ugly. He shook his head and exited the bathroom after fingering the knots out of his hair leaving it silky and fine. It fell just below the tail bone in his back. He wondered if Mustang would cut the long blonde hair that had grown since he was 10 maybe 9 years old.
THE dark haired man was sitting in the living room, sipping a cup of whiskey, the ice clicked against the cup as he lifted it. He looked up as the beautiful but ugly blonde entered the room. He only called the blonde ugly because of the dark dead look in the once lively eyes. This made him want to beat the blonde to near death, to awaken the old fight in him. The automail didn't bug him at all, in fact he thought it made the blonde sexy and fuckable. He watched as the towel slid down slightly from the small waist showing some of the younger man's navel. He smirked as he got up from his chair and seemed to glide towards the younger man. He lifted the other man chin up to get a good look at the dead look in the once exotic golden eyes. The now amber dulled eyes held no interest in what the dark haired man could or would do with him not that he had him at his every wilm.
HE held back the longing to slap the blonde senseless. This is what his best friend gave up his life for? A dead weighted brat who now didn't want to live? He felt something inside him stir. Something that he thought he had gotten rid of several years ago when he buried his best friend while his best friend's child cried for them not to bury her father. The tears that were building up as he heard her scream and shout as her mother pulled her away from the grave and out of the cemetery. He didn't even feel himself move on of his hands towards the towel that rested loosely around the man's waist.
HE could feel the dampness of the skin that wasn't truly dry by the towel. He slowly removed the towel off the damp waterlogged body, that only slightly shivered at what he was doing. He wondered what was going on in the blonde's head as he let his hand slowly slip down past his navel into small blonde curls that grew during the brief puberty the boy did have. He brought his hand to the weeping penis and touched it feathery as his other hand forced the blonde into a harsh kiss. This seemed to have awoken the former state alchemist's soul that still existed somewhere in the vegetable body. He could feel the blonde's feeble and under nourished arms attempt to push him away, not wanting the sexual contact.
THE touch was forgien and it brought him to his senses quickly. He didn't like the touch, it was venomous and burned at his skin. At the same time it sent pleasurable shock waves up and down his spine. He tried to push away from the older man as his lips crashed onto his own. He let out a gasp as the older man gripped his harden member tightly, this allowed the other's tongue to invade his mouth as he fell to the floor with Mustang on top of him. He could feel a harden bulge of clothing against his own. He suppressed a whimper.
HE could see that damned smirk cross the man's lips as he stared down at him. He tried to struggle, but got a good slap in the face as the older man started taking his shirt off. He shivered under the other man, his cheek slowly swelling to a nice bruise. The dark haired man forcibly pressed his lips against his own, as the last piece of clothing was removed from the older man's body. He tried to escape from the man's sexual attentions by trying to craw out from under him as Mustang removed his pants and navy blue boxers. He was grabbed by the ankle and forcibly pulled back. He was now on his stomach.
HE heard the younger one whimper under him as he pressed his very hard member against the pale soft cheeks. He could feel each rib as his hands danced up and down the younger one's sides. He smirked as he griped the very hard cock of the blonde's in his large hand. He smirked as the blonde came into his hand, he put a clean hand on the nape of the blonde's neck to keep him from escaping again as he used the blonde's own cum as lube. It wouldn't be that good of a lube, but good enough for Mustang.
THE blonde was so tight, it made him very anxious and hard as he fingered the teens ass. When he felt that the other was ready, he slowly entered the tight, hot cavern that, by what he could tell, was his and only his to explore. The body underneath him gave a strangled cry, but at the moment he could careless. He slowly started thrusting in an out of the tight body. First all the sounds he heard were screams of pain that soon faded into moans of pleasure and whimpers of 'no' which earned the boy with a slap in the back of the head or a pull to the tangled damp, dried hair. He soon came as the blonde did to, through the excitement from his body. The body under him fell to the ground as he exited the blonde.
HE got up off of the younger male and got redressed. He walked over to the chiffarobe near the corner of the room. He took out some smaller sized clothing and dropped them near the enraged blonde. He watched the blonde's knuckles turn white as he griped the rug under him forcibly. He smirked as he took a deep breathe of air letting out a sigh. He didn't regret what he did, no he was a long ways from regretting that. It felt good, better then the common whores that he picked up at the bars and stores in Central. Better then all the girls who's names were listed in his black book that was found in his second hand drawer on the right of his bed. "Get dressed, then go into the kitchen and say that I said you could have something to eat. I'm sure the chief will make you something.
HE watched Roy move out of the room. He winced as he stood up and got dressed. He felt used as he left the room and went to find the kitchen. The place felt uncomfortable as he moved down the halls. It was warm, but cold at the same time like a bittersweet love story during a snowstorm. He looked down at his mismatched hands for a second before opening a door and finding the kitchen. The smell of food made the insides of his stomach do flips. The so a called chief was a young girl around 20 with long brownish red hair that was put up in a bun by a butterfly pin, she was dressed in what he guessed was the uniform. Well he was wearing similar colors, a blue shirt that was really loose on him and black pants held up by a brown belt that wrapped around twice. She was wearing a black shirt and a jean blue skirt, her feet were bare, but must be out of the respect of the house. "My you look exhausted. Would you like something to eat? I bet he sent you here!" She said in, what Edward thought, a overly cheerful voice.
HE nodded and forced a smile to humor the girl. "Yes, You must have been the boy he was talking about this morning." She said as she took out a plate of delious sandwiches. She set them down on the counter and sat back down on a stool located near for others that went down in a row along the counter. He sat down near the sandwiches, two stools away from the over happy girl. What was so good to be happy now? Why was she so happy? He picked up a sandwich and bit down. The bread and meat easily tore apart from the sandwich as he chewed. It was one of the most delious sandwiches he ever tasted. The girl blinked as she watched tears weld up in the golden eyes of the man sitting away from her. She watched as he started devouring the sandwiches like a pack of wolves to a fox or dear. She frown as she watched the man eat. "If you don't take it easy, you'll choke." That's when it started raining harder outside that echoed the sobs coming from the kitchen and the soft words of comfort.
To Be Continued?