Two Colonels - Chapter 07
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Title: Two Colonels
Rating: NC17 (for subject matter; overall)
Rating this chapter: NC17
Pairing: Roy/Ed; previous OC/Ed
Warnings: Rape, Yaoi, AU (no Homunculi and BXB)
Spell-checked but unbeta'd
Summary: One Colonel was gentle the other was not.
Disclaimer: Sure... if I would own FMA... there would have been a second season starting with the Elrics back in Central and more R/E action ;)
Last time on Two Colonels:
“What did he say, Ed? What did Roy say to you that night?” “I asked him if I could be a part of his life when everything was over.”
Chapter 07/??
Ed was starring out of the window. They have left East City three hours ago. They took extra slow trains and changed often that nobody could find them and that nobody would be waiting for them in Central. There had been the first article in the newspapers this morning. It wasn't big but still on side one that everyone who read at least page one got to know what had happened to Ed. The teen sighed heavily and leaned his head against the window. The nature flowing by their window was comforting but he still felt sad.
Al and Hawkeye had been there this morning. At first the blonde felt kind of guilty. It hadn't been him who had told Al but Hughes. They hadn't seen in days and he felt as if it had been years by the way they handled each other. Al was treating him like Ed had become somebody else over those days - as he was afraid that if he would touch his brother he could break. Ed frowned deeply at his younger brother and before said younger brother could do anything he was thrown on his back. If he would have been in his human body he would have been hurt. Somehow this broke the spell and Al could even hug his brother as they had to say good-bye. Even Hawkeye bent down and hugged the teen tightly. 'I'll take care of him.' she whispered in his ear and saluted Hughes and Roy.
That had been three hours ago and now all he wanted was to go to sleep or be in Central already. Roy was sitting beside him and laid his arm around the teen's shoulder pulling him to his chest kissing the top of the blond head. There had been a lot of arguing and discussion when Hughes had found out about Roy's feelings for Ed. Mostly because he was worried that Ed wasn't ready for a relationship - with another man no less - or that Roy was pitying the young man for what had happened to him. It took Roy more than an hour to calm his best friend down to tell him about his feelings and since when they had been blooming - no it hadn't happened over night.
“If you want, you can sleep, Ed. It will take at least another two hours before we have to change for the train to Central. Until then you can sleep.”
The teen looked up into two tired obsidian eyes. The Colonel was exhausted as was Hughes. Both men had been talking to the head of prosecution in Central. It hadn't been easy to get the man on the phone and until now they didn't even know who the State Attorney would be. Hughes knew some of them but couldn't say who would be in charge. Roy would take the part of ancillary suit as Ed was still under the legal age of consent. But everything else was still open. They couldn't even get to know who Ryans' solicitor would be. 'Definitely someone well-paid.' Hughes had grumbled after he had ended the conversation.
“Only when you two take a nap as well.”
Roy looked over to his friend who was reading the file again. The raven-haired man sighed heavily.
“Maes?”
“Hm?”
The older man didn't even look up.
“Maes.”
“Hm?!”
Roy rolled his eyes leaned forward and held his hand between the file and Hughes face.
“Hnmg...”
The bespectacled man looked up at his friend frowning deeply.
“What?”
“Leave the file alone - just for an hour. You need to get some sleep, we all do.”
The older man looked from his friend to the blond teen and back up. He saw the hope in Ed's eyes. He shrugged and closed the file.
“Maybe an hour will be fine. Wake me up when I'm not awake by the time we have to change for the next train.”
With those words Hughes yawned and put his glasses down. Roy sat back and pulled Ed close again. The teen shifted until he was comfortably lying with his head on Roy's chest and closed his eyes.
The teen felt heavy but good. It was warm and comfortable and someone - probably Roy - was stroking through his hair. He sighed and opened his eyes. Everything was dark around him. At first he didn't know where he was but then he took his surroundings in. He was laying on a soft bed with the blanket pulled to his shoulder. Roy was indeed laying next to him on his side stroking the teen's hair softly.
“Hey.”
Ed yawned heavily and rubbed his eyes.
“Hey. How long was I out?”
Roy thought a moment or two about it and smiled down at him.
“Five hours more or less. We couldn't wake you when the time came to change for the next train so I carried you over and then we couldn't get you to wake up as we pulled in Central Station.”
“Didn't think I was that tired.” To underline his statement the teen yawned.
“It wasn't only your tiredness.”
Ed knitted his brows together. The Colonel hadn't given him anything to make him go to sleep so what was he talking about.
“You didn't even notice, did you?”
The younger man inclined his head and looked questionably at the older man.
“You had a fever, Ed. We hadn't noticed it as well until you were laying in my arms and your head was too warm not to notice it. Even through all the layers I was wearing.”
Roy reached his hand out and rested it on Ed's sweaty forehead. He didn't feel warm or even hot let alone ill. The teen knew how it was to have a fever - he had had them often enough over the last months. He had nearly expected one the day after he had been with Ryans but it didn't come - maybe because he had been busy with giving his statement. Now his body felt relaxed and it could asked for some repayment for the last days it had been working through everything.
The teen closed his eyes sighed heavily. Damn timing. He wished his body had fought a little longer against the fever. Roy and Hughes didn't need to worry even more. It had been enough that Roy had seen him at his lowest - twice - and now his Colonel had to see him laying down with a fever caused by Ryans and the things he had done the the little blonde. Roy was still stroking his head and hair as somebody knocked on the door and without waiting for an answer opened the door.
“Is he awake?”
Ed opened his eyes to Hughes and another man standing behind the Lieutenant Colonel. The young alchemist recognised him as the doctor who had examined him the night and the day after the incident.
“He is and he hadn't known himself that he had a fever.”
Roy answered his friend's question and sat up. He swung his legs out of the bed and stood up to give the doc a little room. The older man frowned down at the teen and Ed suspected that the man wasn't even able to smile or to wear any other facial expression but this frown. Doctor Knox opened his bag and took a stethoscope and a clinical thermometer out. He lied them on the night stand.
“Edward, would you open your pyjama top for me? I need to listen to your lungs.”
The teen hadn't even known that somebody had changed him from his clothing and got to work on his buttons. Slowly he opened the top and waited for the doc to go on with the examination. The older man got his stethoscope and listened to the blonde's heartbeat and his lungs.
“There is nothing wrong with his lungs and his heart. So it's not a cold or any other bronchial infection. I suspect the fever is a reaction to … the things done to his body. It's not life-threatening but I want him to lie down.”
The doctor took the thermometer from the night stand and motioned for Ed to open his mouth. The teen obeyed reluctantly as he wasn't very fond of anything that had to do with illness and hospital. Five minutes ticked by before the doc slipped the thing from his mouth again, looked at it and shook his head.
“101.3 1 . It has broken. By the end of tonight it should be gone.”
Doctor Knox packed his bag and stood from the bed.
“If he shows any other symptoms or the fever is raising call me. You have the number from my hotel. For now I want him to sleep and to eat. Good-night, Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel, Edward.”
With those words the older man was out of the room and moments later they heard the front door closing. Roy and Hughes were still standing next to the bed looking down at Ed who felt kind of guilty to make them worry - again.
“Sorry... for worrying you... again.”
Both older men looked surprised.
“We're not angry at you, Edward. That is not your fault. Nothing of it.”
Hughes was taking a seat next to the little blonde stroking over the sweaty golden hair. Roy was standing behind his best friend. He didn't want to interfere. Hughes was like a father to Edward and it was best that the man calmed the teen - although his fingers were itching to stroke and hold the little alchemist.
“How about you taking a nap with Roy here and I'll wake you up in about an hour and then you'll eat something.”
The teen nodded and waited for his Colonel to take his place next to him. As soon as Mustang was laying next to him the younger man got closer to the older alchemist and laid his head on the presented chest. Roy was looking gratefully at his friend and nodded as said friend left them that Ed could sleep a little longer. Moments later the younger's breathing evened out and he was asleep again.
He was back in the office. It was dark outside but when wasn't it? The leech was sitting behind his desk and smiled at him - his disgusting smile he always wore when the teen was here. He was naked - so it was already time that the man made his move. The young alchemist swallowed heavily and looked around. What would it be today? The sofa? The chair? Or would he have to embarrass himself by using that violet thing again? Every time he heard a bell he shuddered. What was worse: Al liked kittens and most of the cats in the neighbourhood wore bells around their necks.
“Come over here, Edward. I'd like to give you something.”
Reluctantly the teen walked over until he stood in front of the older man. Said man opened his first drawer and took the bell and something blue out of it. Immediately the teen closed his eyes. He didn't want to see how the Colonel bound the little golden thing around his penis again. As the older man started to stroke his cock his eyes flew open.
“Wh...what?!”
“Hush, hush, Edward. We want to have good pictures of you, won't we?”
The teen swallowed heavily. Pictures? Why would this guy want to take pictures of him with his hard penis? The Colonel stopped stroking him and got out of his own clothing. His small thing - it was just a little bigger than Ed's own but the blonde didn't know if it was that way, if a penis didn't grow any larger - was hard and dripping already. The disgusting guy turned him around and propped his anus with two fingers. It hurt. He wasn't ready for it - he never was. As he was done he got the lube and the blue thing from the desk. Slowly the older man inserted it into him. This thing was even larger than the violet thing from before.
Ed gasped and waited for the man to stop. His anus was stretched and he could feel that it would be ripped apart if that thing was moved any further inside. The teen breathed a sigh of relieve as the Colonel stopped and turned him around again.
“Get over there. You know what to do, don't you?”
The young alchemist walked stiffly to the middle of the room and knelled down. The thing moved in a little further and Ed hissed.
“That will do, Edward. Look up.”
Without him noticing the older man had followed him to were he was knelling. He looked at the camera in the older man's hands. What did this guy want to do? The Colonel loosened the teen's hair and positioned himself in front of the teen.
“Now I want you to get a hold on yourself. Smile for me.”
With the blue thing inside him it was hard to do anything but hiss and gasp but to get out of here soon the teen tried to smile. It wasn't genuine but it didn't look like the Colonel would want that. The man took several photos from his front, from his back and from his side. When Ed's penis softened the man would stroke it back to full hardness.
“Now move a bit and look like you enjoy it.”
The blonde swallowed but did as he was told. He moved and hissed but tried to not let it show. The man took photos again until he was satisfied and told the teen to stop. Ed was already sweating heavily and he felt blood running down his legs. This would hurt for days.
The man put the camera on some smaller table. He prepared it that it would take pictures on its own and walked back to the blonde and positioned himself in front of Ed and pulled him up so that the young alchemist would look right at the man's cock. He swallowed heavily. He couldn't mean that!
“I see that you already know what I want from you.”
Ed looked pleadingly at the Colonel - he never had done that but sucking this cock was too much for him.
“But... you never...”
“You weren't ready but you are now and a good friend of mine wants some... pictures of our... activities. Now get over it and take it in your mouth. I want you to suck it and ride the dildo.”
The teen shook his head. Wasn't it enough that the man humiliated him by taking photos he was showing to some pervert? He couldn't mean it. But when did the man ever demand anything without meaning it?
The blonde leaned in and took the man's cock in his mouth. The pre-cum was bitter and he didn't like the taste of it or that that thing pulsed in his mouth while the man sighed and pulled his hair. Reluctantly he licked the underside and started to bob his head.
“Don't forget to ride the dildo.”
Slowly the teen moved his head and his hips. It hurt and he nearly gagged as the older man bucked his hips to get in deeper. As always it didn't take long until the man came but this time they hadn't used a condom and as the cum hit the back of his throat the teen pulled back inserting the dildo deeper and hurting him even more. The blonde was screaming from the pain.
Roy was pulling the teen to his chest stroking his back and trying to get the teen out of his dream.
“Hush, Edward. I'm here. I'm here. Hush, hush.”
Slowly the blonde opened his eyes and looked up at the older man. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. At first he didn't know were he was but he felt safe as his Colonel was with him.
“Was...it...”
“Just a dream, Edward. He's not here. You're safe. I'm here.”
The blonde nodded.
“I think I need to vomit.”
Immediately the older man sat up and helped Ed to sit up as well before the two of them made their way to the guest bathroom right next to their room. Roy left the teen to get over his illness. He had felt as Ed had started to struggle in his sleep, as his brows furrowed deeper. Then the little blonde had started to whimper and to cry and Roy had been trying to wake him up. But the nightmare had been stronger.
There haven't been many times in his life that he had felt helpless but now... He cared for the little blonde. He didn't like to admit it but he cared for him - more than for his other subordinates. At first he told himself that it was because of Ed's age - because of the things the teen had gone through in his 15 years. But the older the younger man got the more he felt drawn to him. He wanted to hold him close after assignments went bad and to comfort him when another lead was a dead end - he hadn't known that sometimes the sadness behind the golden eyes came from Ryans' severe abuse.
He closed his eyes tight - it was enough that Ed felt ill but he didn't need to see Roy throwing up. He hadn't told Edward that Hughes' team had found photos of some of the things Ryans had done, that one of Hughes subordinates was being court martialed because he had tried to sell some of them to the local press. How could somebody even think about doing something like that - to humiliate the little alchemist even more by selling evidence? How could anybody want to buy this things? How could anybody want to take those pictures in the first place? He swallowed heavily and breathed in deeply. With the photos they had found a letter. 'My dearest friend' was the headline but no name was written anywhere. 'I'm sending you the newest photos of our little friend.'was the first sentence and Roy wanted to scream and to burn this piece of paper until nobody would even find ash of it. 'Do you see how he enjoys it? I'm thinking of another reward again. Do you have any ideas?' now he wanted to burn Ryans himself and the man he was sending the letter to. He wished he knew who it was.
He hadn't heard the door opening or anyone walking inside. His head snapped up as the warm hand landed on shoulder. Hughes was standing right in front of him - his mouth a thin line.
“I got the head of prosecution on the phone. McAfee will be in charge.”
“Is he good? I never heard of him before.”
Hughes closed his eyes and shook his head.
“You can't have heard of him - he is fresh from university. It's his first case.”
Somehow Roy had suspected something like that. There wasn't any luck in Ed's life. He was really the fate's bitch.
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Title: Two Colonels
Rating: NC17 (for subject matter; overall)
Rating this chapter: NC17
Pairing: Roy/Ed; previous OC/Ed
Warnings: Rape, Yaoi, AU (no Homunculi and BXB)
Spell-checked but unbeta'd
Summary: One Colonel was gentle the other was not.
Disclaimer: Sure... if I would own FMA... there would have been a second season starting with the Elrics back in Central and more R/E action ;)
Last time on Two Colonels:
“What did he say, Ed? What did Roy say to you that night?” “I asked him if I could be a part of his life when everything was over.”
Chapter 07/??
Ed was starring out of the window. They have left East City three hours ago. They took extra slow trains and changed often that nobody could find them and that nobody would be waiting for them in Central. There had been the first article in the newspapers this morning. It wasn't big but still on side one that everyone who read at least page one got to know what had happened to Ed. The teen sighed heavily and leaned his head against the window. The nature flowing by their window was comforting but he still felt sad.
Al and Hawkeye had been there this morning. At first the blonde felt kind of guilty. It hadn't been him who had told Al but Hughes. They hadn't seen in days and he felt as if it had been years by the way they handled each other. Al was treating him like Ed had become somebody else over those days - as he was afraid that if he would touch his brother he could break. Ed frowned deeply at his younger brother and before said younger brother could do anything he was thrown on his back. If he would have been in his human body he would have been hurt. Somehow this broke the spell and Al could even hug his brother as they had to say good-bye. Even Hawkeye bent down and hugged the teen tightly. 'I'll take care of him.' she whispered in his ear and saluted Hughes and Roy.
That had been three hours ago and now all he wanted was to go to sleep or be in Central already. Roy was sitting beside him and laid his arm around the teen's shoulder pulling him to his chest kissing the top of the blond head. There had been a lot of arguing and discussion when Hughes had found out about Roy's feelings for Ed. Mostly because he was worried that Ed wasn't ready for a relationship - with another man no less - or that Roy was pitying the young man for what had happened to him. It took Roy more than an hour to calm his best friend down to tell him about his feelings and since when they had been blooming - no it hadn't happened over night.
“If you want, you can sleep, Ed. It will take at least another two hours before we have to change for the train to Central. Until then you can sleep.”
The teen looked up into two tired obsidian eyes. The Colonel was exhausted as was Hughes. Both men had been talking to the head of prosecution in Central. It hadn't been easy to get the man on the phone and until now they didn't even know who the State Attorney would be. Hughes knew some of them but couldn't say who would be in charge. Roy would take the part of ancillary suit as Ed was still under the legal age of consent. But everything else was still open. They couldn't even get to know who Ryans' solicitor would be. 'Definitely someone well-paid.' Hughes had grumbled after he had ended the conversation.
“Only when you two take a nap as well.”
Roy looked over to his friend who was reading the file again. The raven-haired man sighed heavily.
“Maes?”
“Hm?”
The older man didn't even look up.
“Maes.”
“Hm?!”
Roy rolled his eyes leaned forward and held his hand between the file and Hughes face.
“Hnmg...”
The bespectacled man looked up at his friend frowning deeply.
“What?”
“Leave the file alone - just for an hour. You need to get some sleep, we all do.”
The older man looked from his friend to the blond teen and back up. He saw the hope in Ed's eyes. He shrugged and closed the file.
“Maybe an hour will be fine. Wake me up when I'm not awake by the time we have to change for the next train.”
With those words Hughes yawned and put his glasses down. Roy sat back and pulled Ed close again. The teen shifted until he was comfortably lying with his head on Roy's chest and closed his eyes.
The teen felt heavy but good. It was warm and comfortable and someone - probably Roy - was stroking through his hair. He sighed and opened his eyes. Everything was dark around him. At first he didn't know where he was but then he took his surroundings in. He was laying on a soft bed with the blanket pulled to his shoulder. Roy was indeed laying next to him on his side stroking the teen's hair softly.
“Hey.”
Ed yawned heavily and rubbed his eyes.
“Hey. How long was I out?”
Roy thought a moment or two about it and smiled down at him.
“Five hours more or less. We couldn't wake you when the time came to change for the next train so I carried you over and then we couldn't get you to wake up as we pulled in Central Station.”
“Didn't think I was that tired.” To underline his statement the teen yawned.
“It wasn't only your tiredness.”
Ed knitted his brows together. The Colonel hadn't given him anything to make him go to sleep so what was he talking about.
“You didn't even notice, did you?”
The younger man inclined his head and looked questionably at the older man.
“You had a fever, Ed. We hadn't noticed it as well until you were laying in my arms and your head was too warm not to notice it. Even through all the layers I was wearing.”
Roy reached his hand out and rested it on Ed's sweaty forehead. He didn't feel warm or even hot let alone ill. The teen knew how it was to have a fever - he had had them often enough over the last months. He had nearly expected one the day after he had been with Ryans but it didn't come - maybe because he had been busy with giving his statement. Now his body felt relaxed and it could asked for some repayment for the last days it had been working through everything.
The teen closed his eyes sighed heavily. Damn timing. He wished his body had fought a little longer against the fever. Roy and Hughes didn't need to worry even more. It had been enough that Roy had seen him at his lowest - twice - and now his Colonel had to see him laying down with a fever caused by Ryans and the things he had done the the little blonde. Roy was still stroking his head and hair as somebody knocked on the door and without waiting for an answer opened the door.
“Is he awake?”
Ed opened his eyes to Hughes and another man standing behind the Lieutenant Colonel. The young alchemist recognised him as the doctor who had examined him the night and the day after the incident.
“He is and he hadn't known himself that he had a fever.”
Roy answered his friend's question and sat up. He swung his legs out of the bed and stood up to give the doc a little room. The older man frowned down at the teen and Ed suspected that the man wasn't even able to smile or to wear any other facial expression but this frown. Doctor Knox opened his bag and took a stethoscope and a clinical thermometer out. He lied them on the night stand.
“Edward, would you open your pyjama top for me? I need to listen to your lungs.”
The teen hadn't even known that somebody had changed him from his clothing and got to work on his buttons. Slowly he opened the top and waited for the doc to go on with the examination. The older man got his stethoscope and listened to the blonde's heartbeat and his lungs.
“There is nothing wrong with his lungs and his heart. So it's not a cold or any other bronchial infection. I suspect the fever is a reaction to … the things done to his body. It's not life-threatening but I want him to lie down.”
The doctor took the thermometer from the night stand and motioned for Ed to open his mouth. The teen obeyed reluctantly as he wasn't very fond of anything that had to do with illness and hospital. Five minutes ticked by before the doc slipped the thing from his mouth again, looked at it and shook his head.
“101.3 1 . It has broken. By the end of tonight it should be gone.”
Doctor Knox packed his bag and stood from the bed.
“If he shows any other symptoms or the fever is raising call me. You have the number from my hotel. For now I want him to sleep and to eat. Good-night, Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel, Edward.”
With those words the older man was out of the room and moments later they heard the front door closing. Roy and Hughes were still standing next to the bed looking down at Ed who felt kind of guilty to make them worry - again.
“Sorry... for worrying you... again.”
Both older men looked surprised.
“We're not angry at you, Edward. That is not your fault. Nothing of it.”
Hughes was taking a seat next to the little blonde stroking over the sweaty golden hair. Roy was standing behind his best friend. He didn't want to interfere. Hughes was like a father to Edward and it was best that the man calmed the teen - although his fingers were itching to stroke and hold the little alchemist.
“How about you taking a nap with Roy here and I'll wake you up in about an hour and then you'll eat something.”
The teen nodded and waited for his Colonel to take his place next to him. As soon as Mustang was laying next to him the younger man got closer to the older alchemist and laid his head on the presented chest. Roy was looking gratefully at his friend and nodded as said friend left them that Ed could sleep a little longer. Moments later the younger's breathing evened out and he was asleep again.
He was back in the office. It was dark outside but when wasn't it? The leech was sitting behind his desk and smiled at him - his disgusting smile he always wore when the teen was here. He was naked - so it was already time that the man made his move. The young alchemist swallowed heavily and looked around. What would it be today? The sofa? The chair? Or would he have to embarrass himself by using that violet thing again? Every time he heard a bell he shuddered. What was worse: Al liked kittens and most of the cats in the neighbourhood wore bells around their necks.
“Come over here, Edward. I'd like to give you something.”
Reluctantly the teen walked over until he stood in front of the older man. Said man opened his first drawer and took the bell and something blue out of it. Immediately the teen closed his eyes. He didn't want to see how the Colonel bound the little golden thing around his penis again. As the older man started to stroke his cock his eyes flew open.
“Wh...what?!”
“Hush, hush, Edward. We want to have good pictures of you, won't we?”
The teen swallowed heavily. Pictures? Why would this guy want to take pictures of him with his hard penis? The Colonel stopped stroking him and got out of his own clothing. His small thing - it was just a little bigger than Ed's own but the blonde didn't know if it was that way, if a penis didn't grow any larger - was hard and dripping already. The disgusting guy turned him around and propped his anus with two fingers. It hurt. He wasn't ready for it - he never was. As he was done he got the lube and the blue thing from the desk. Slowly the older man inserted it into him. This thing was even larger than the violet thing from before.
Ed gasped and waited for the man to stop. His anus was stretched and he could feel that it would be ripped apart if that thing was moved any further inside. The teen breathed a sigh of relieve as the Colonel stopped and turned him around again.
“Get over there. You know what to do, don't you?”
The young alchemist walked stiffly to the middle of the room and knelled down. The thing moved in a little further and Ed hissed.
“That will do, Edward. Look up.”
Without him noticing the older man had followed him to were he was knelling. He looked at the camera in the older man's hands. What did this guy want to do? The Colonel loosened the teen's hair and positioned himself in front of the teen.
“Now I want you to get a hold on yourself. Smile for me.”
With the blue thing inside him it was hard to do anything but hiss and gasp but to get out of here soon the teen tried to smile. It wasn't genuine but it didn't look like the Colonel would want that. The man took several photos from his front, from his back and from his side. When Ed's penis softened the man would stroke it back to full hardness.
“Now move a bit and look like you enjoy it.”
The blonde swallowed but did as he was told. He moved and hissed but tried to not let it show. The man took photos again until he was satisfied and told the teen to stop. Ed was already sweating heavily and he felt blood running down his legs. This would hurt for days.
The man put the camera on some smaller table. He prepared it that it would take pictures on its own and walked back to the blonde and positioned himself in front of Ed and pulled him up so that the young alchemist would look right at the man's cock. He swallowed heavily. He couldn't mean that!
“I see that you already know what I want from you.”
Ed looked pleadingly at the Colonel - he never had done that but sucking this cock was too much for him.
“But... you never...”
“You weren't ready but you are now and a good friend of mine wants some... pictures of our... activities. Now get over it and take it in your mouth. I want you to suck it and ride the dildo.”
The teen shook his head. Wasn't it enough that the man humiliated him by taking photos he was showing to some pervert? He couldn't mean it. But when did the man ever demand anything without meaning it?
The blonde leaned in and took the man's cock in his mouth. The pre-cum was bitter and he didn't like the taste of it or that that thing pulsed in his mouth while the man sighed and pulled his hair. Reluctantly he licked the underside and started to bob his head.
“Don't forget to ride the dildo.”
Slowly the teen moved his head and his hips. It hurt and he nearly gagged as the older man bucked his hips to get in deeper. As always it didn't take long until the man came but this time they hadn't used a condom and as the cum hit the back of his throat the teen pulled back inserting the dildo deeper and hurting him even more. The blonde was screaming from the pain.
Roy was pulling the teen to his chest stroking his back and trying to get the teen out of his dream.
“Hush, Edward. I'm here. I'm here. Hush, hush.”
Slowly the blonde opened his eyes and looked up at the older man. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. At first he didn't know were he was but he felt safe as his Colonel was with him.
“Was...it...”
“Just a dream, Edward. He's not here. You're safe. I'm here.”
The blonde nodded.
“I think I need to vomit.”
Immediately the older man sat up and helped Ed to sit up as well before the two of them made their way to the guest bathroom right next to their room. Roy left the teen to get over his illness. He had felt as Ed had started to struggle in his sleep, as his brows furrowed deeper. Then the little blonde had started to whimper and to cry and Roy had been trying to wake him up. But the nightmare had been stronger.
There haven't been many times in his life that he had felt helpless but now... He cared for the little blonde. He didn't like to admit it but he cared for him - more than for his other subordinates. At first he told himself that it was because of Ed's age - because of the things the teen had gone through in his 15 years. But the older the younger man got the more he felt drawn to him. He wanted to hold him close after assignments went bad and to comfort him when another lead was a dead end - he hadn't known that sometimes the sadness behind the golden eyes came from Ryans' severe abuse.
He closed his eyes tight - it was enough that Ed felt ill but he didn't need to see Roy throwing up. He hadn't told Edward that Hughes' team had found photos of some of the things Ryans had done, that one of Hughes subordinates was being court martialed because he had tried to sell some of them to the local press. How could somebody even think about doing something like that - to humiliate the little alchemist even more by selling evidence? How could anybody want to buy this things? How could anybody want to take those pictures in the first place? He swallowed heavily and breathed in deeply. With the photos they had found a letter. 'My dearest friend' was the headline but no name was written anywhere. 'I'm sending you the newest photos of our little friend.'was the first sentence and Roy wanted to scream and to burn this piece of paper until nobody would even find ash of it. 'Do you see how he enjoys it? I'm thinking of another reward again. Do you have any ideas?' now he wanted to burn Ryans himself and the man he was sending the letter to. He wished he knew who it was.
He hadn't heard the door opening or anyone walking inside. His head snapped up as the warm hand landed on shoulder. Hughes was standing right in front of him - his mouth a thin line.
“I got the head of prosecution on the phone. McAfee will be in charge.”
“Is he good? I never heard of him before.”
Hughes closed his eyes and shook his head.
“You can't have heard of him - he is fresh from university. It's his first case.”
Somehow Roy had suspected something like that. There wasn't any luck in Ed's life. He was really the fate's bitch.
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