Temptation--Ed/Hei fanfic
Title: Temptation
Author: peace_of_hope
Pairing: Ed/Heiderich
Genre: angst, romance, non-con
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2845
Spoilers/Warnings: rape, non-con, mind-fuck, verbal and physical abuse, did I mention rape?
Summary: Alfons is tempted by a golden fallen angel and decides to take what he thinks is his
Note: Written for the FMA kink meme 2009 here. Author anon learned to NEVER share kink meme WIPs with rp partners, for they are liable to be the OP. This is for you darkblysse XD
T E M P T A T I O N
Fiery red with a forked tail, horns, and a three-pronged poker, that was the classical Devil as had been taught to Alfons, although he knew that was a myth, lies, for the Devil was truly golden.
It was as if he was dipped in liquid sunshine, shining radiantly, a sparkling temptation.
And Alfons had always, always been weak, powerless to stop the temptation of this golden fallen angel. Satan was cruel, so cruel but beautiful and Alfons was powerless, powerless…
Yet held utter dominion over HIS golden fallen angel.
The Devil, HIS sparkling tempter, had a name.
“Edward Elric.”
It rolled poisonously off Alfons’ tongue.
XXX
Edward looked up from his book at the sound of the door, smiling at the image of Alfons as he came home from work. The image blurred, interchanging with a more bronzed image for the German man, but Edward quickly shook the thoughts from his head, trying to smile more warmly instead of distantly before he turned back to his book.
“How was your day?” he asked, glancing at the foreign, German words on the yellowed page.
Alfons caught Edward’s smile, enough of a glimpse of that sparkling visage to make his heart ache. His gaze on Ed’s back was smoldering, a burning, predatory stare as he watched his ponytail fall forward over his shoulder, exposing that neck.
HIS neck. Edward was HIS.
Alfons set his bag down by the door, shrugging. “Everything went fine, there still isn’t much progress but we’re getting there,” he said vaguely, still staring at Ed.
Ed laughed lightly, turning around to face Alfons to say something encouraging… but stopped when he saw the glint in Alfon’s eyes. That same glint. It made him shudder, his heart skipping a beat, and his blood ran cold at the understanding of that predatory stare.
Suddenly, the foreign German words on the yellowed page were fascinating, his naiveté of the language astounded him, and Edward tried to forget just how his friend’s eyes would glint like that. “I’ve said no,” he whispered, attempting to inject firmness into his rejection and not be crushed under the weight of Alfons’ request.
Alfons bit back a snarl and a retort at Ed’s words, forced to live with rejection again. Constant, constant rejection, why did HIS Edward, his golden Edward reject him so? “Why?” he pouted, changing his approach; Ed’s shudder hadn’t gone unnoticed by Alfons’ watchful eyes.
Ed paused, his body seizing up again. There was no need for him to be this anxious, this unnerved when Alfons brought up the subject except… Alfons wouldn’t drop the subject, he brought it up, night after night, unable to accept the constant, constant rejection.
He shook his head, “You know why, I’d just-”
“-Rather be friends,” Alfons cut him off, finishing Ed’s sentence for him. He flicked his gaze back to Ed, watching as the shorter man’s expression went from anger at being cut off to a pleading look.
Ed pleaded with him silently, wishing Alfons could see that, “I want things back--” he began to whisper.
“-The way they were before,” Alfons finished for him again, his lips curving up in a devilish grin.
Edward’s face fell in reaction. “Things were better-“
“-Give up, we’re only friends because you reject more and if you’re looking for home,” his voice, his words mocked, “You can’t get there, if it even exists…” Alfons walked toward Ed, who shrunk more into the couch, his eyes shooting to the door, wondering if he should leave, if he could leave. “They’re lies Edward, lies,” he whispered, amused at how absolutely terrified Edward looked.
Oh, the power, the dominion he had over HIS golden Edward.
“No,” Ed said weakly, before biting his lip and being firmer, “No, it’s real, my home is real! I want to go back, but I mean, I want to be friends, I don’t like-“
“-Men? You don’t like men Edward, is that it?” Alfons crawled on the crouch, nearly straddling Ed if the golden blonde hadn’t retreated to the far end of the sofa. “Lies, more lies,” he whispered words of liquid poison, deadly enough to defeat Ed’s fractured confidence. “I know…”
I know your secret. I know who you really love. I know who you dream about. I know who you THINK you belong to. But I know you’re really MINE.
“I know, Brother,” Alfons purred.
Ed stiffened for half a second and then swiftly raised his fist to punch Alfons. His fake limb fist connected with the side of his friend’s face, sending Alfons sprawling on the floor. He raised his head in shock, not so much injured from the punch as from being pushed off the couch and landing roughly on the floor. His eyes flashed up at Ed before he jerked his body up and off the floor. Ed stood up quickly to defend himself, raising his arm for another punch-
But Alfons caught his fist this time, deftly grabbing Ed’s other, flesh hand to stop him from using that one as a weapon, too. “Don’t-Don’t you DARE call me that!” Ed snarled, gritting his teeth and trying to pull his hands away but found that Alfons had a surprisingly strong grip on his wrists. “Stop, let me go!” he exclaimed, the panic setting in again at the sight of Alfons’ eyes…
That predatory stare and the way his eyes flashed in anger make Ed recoil, his stomach fluttering out of nausea, not attraction.
“No!” Alfons exclaimed. He let go of Ed’s wrists long enough to slap him across the face.
Edward jumped, his body stiff as he raised his hand to where Alfons had just slapped him, the sting still not registering. He felt numb all of a sudden. His eyes widened as he looked up at his one time friend, the tables completely turned.
“No,” Alfons repeated firmly, smirking devilishly at his golden Edward, HIS, now HIS and only HIS. “You are MINE.”
Edward felt wetness on his cheeks, dimly aware that he was crying, finally crying after all these years since he’d last seen Al and cried at his absence on that side of the Gate. Crying like a baby, not like the adult he was. Crying as Alfons dragged him off to their bedroom, knowing what would happen.
Crying because he couldn’t replace the image of that fiery devil with the bronzed image of Al.
XXX
“S-Stop it, no, don’t!” Ed cried out, struggling as best he could with only one arm and leg.
Alfons had thrown Ed on the bed and immediately deprived him of his artificial limbs, disconnecting the nerves none too gently. The area still burned from the shock and sudden, intense pain shooting through the damaged nerves, but there hadn’t been anything Ed could do to stop his one time friend.
Deprived of his limbs-and by extension, balance and control-Ed could do nothing but lie there and protest, so long as Alfons’ tongue wasn’t penetrating his mouth.
His words were cut off as Alfons did just that, gripping Ed’s jaw to hold him into the facsimile of a kiss. Alfons thrust his tongue into the golden blonde’s mouth, swirling it around in exploration once again. He pulled back to stare predatorily at his prey; Edward immediately shut his eyes to block out Alfons’ gaze, desperately holding onto the little control, the little last shreds of his sanity.
“Please, stop this Alfons,” he whispered, pleading, as hands trailed down his body, roughly moving him to aid in the removal of clothes. His eyes shot open when he felt Alfons at his pants, pulling them down along with his undergarments. “No, don’t!” he cried out, suddenly and acutely aware that all of this was real.
This wasn’t a nightmare. He wasn’t living in a dream world. This was real. Alfons, his one time friend, was really going to rape him.
Ed had already grown accustom to the tears. They flowed freely as Alfons undressed, grinding his erection against Ed’s thigh, as his captor grasped his flaccid cock and stroked, trying to work up an erection but to no avail.
“Please stop,” he sobbed, his body half turned to the side, looking straight at the wall next to the bed.
Alfons sat back on his heels, admiring the body laid out beneath him, ignoring Ed’s pleas to stop this violent chain of events. “Beautiful,” he breathed out, bending down to roll Ed on his back and kiss down his skin. “So beautiful,” he whispered in Ed’s ear, licking at the shell.
Ed shuddered, a fresh wave of tears spilling over. He was cursed, cursed with fake limbs and a body covered in scars, all the price he paid for their sins, for Mother and Alphonse.
Al… his body shook and he cried harder as he thought about Al. Ed was cursed, cursed with a body like this and Alfons thought he was beautiful, just as Al had. Ed swallowed his thoughts of Al, attempting to return his mind to that state of numbness, to form a protective shell around that which mattered most.
But Alfons knew just how to shatter that shell and rob him of what mattered most. “Don’t even think about him, Al can’t save you now,” he sneered.
“No!”
“Yes, he’s gone, dead,” Alfons whispered, soaking up all the sobs coming from Ed.
“No!” Ed said more firmly, holding onto Al, that’s all he had to hold onto now, Al was his, solely his, all he had left, all he’d ever had, Al was all he had left…
“You killed him-“
“NO!” Ed outright screamed, not stopping. If he screamed loud enough, someone, anyone might hear, they would save him like Al, “AL! SAVE ME!” he screamed. Al, Al would save him, he was always there-
Alfons’ hand connected with the side of Ed’s face in an audible slap. Ed blinked up at him, stunned, and then his features shifted back to fear and he cowered under the gaze and physical force of his captor.
“Shut. Up.” It wasn’t a request, it was a command, but even so, Alfons didn’t take any chances that Edward would risk life and limb to defy him again. Taking advantage of the smaller man, Alfons moved up on his body and thrust his cock at Ed’s lips. “Lubricate me,” he commanded, knowing that Ed knew what that would mean and how exactly to achieve that.
“Such a whore,” Alfons whispered as Ed parted his lips and took his one time friend’s cock in his mouth. “Such a filthy little whore.” Ed bobbed his head up and down, eliciting moans from the dominant blonde. “M-Mm,” he hummed, voice a little strained from the pleasure he was feeling, “I wonder-I wonder if you’re a virgin-or if you really are a filthy whore-did-did you let that suit of armor fuck your hole-did you whore yourself out to save your little brother-or were-were you saving it for him-so you could make love-and give your first to Al-are you really pure-you whore?”
Ed cried out around Alfons, resisting the urge to just bite him.
No, don’t talk about Al, don’t talk about waiting, about saving it for him, don’t talk about my brother, don’t take from me what I’m saving from him, what Al deserves, what I want to give him, don’t take this from me, Al is all I have left!
“Faggot! Sodomite! You’re saving your virginity for your little brother, you incestuous little faggot! But he can’t have you! You’re MINE, MINE to use, to take, this belongs to ME you filthy tempter, you fucking SEDUCER!” Alfons yelled at him and Edward wanted to scream, scream until he was hoarse, at how much degrading dominion Alfons had over him, mind, body, soul.
He roughly pulled his cock out of Ed’s mouth once he realized he was sufficiently wet, having lubricated his cock more so out of concern for ease of entry, not out of courtesy to Ed. He jerked Edward’s hips up and moved in between his legs, ignoring the pained sobs and protests, numb to them now. Alfons wasn’t going to stop, this was inevitable. “You seduced me, and this is what whores like you get.” He grinned as he looked down at Edward.
His golden hair was strewn all over the pillow, wet in some places from tears and sweat. Edward was a beautiful golden angel, a fallen angel, Lucifer dipped in liquid gold. HIS fallen angel, HIS Devil, HIS tempter. “Equivalent Exchange.”
With that Alfons surged forward, thrusting into Ed without warning or preparation.
And all that was left of Edward shattered into a million irretrievable pieces.
XXX
Alfons wasn’t trying to be gentle.
Edward belong to HIM, this was his payment for the seduction and temptation he’d endured all these long months with that golden fallen angel. And even if he’d wanted this to be loving, a true union of souls, Alfons didn’t know how to accomplish that, having never given into the sins of the flesh before.
He slammed into Ed as hard as he could, feeling his balls slap against his skin. The sound disgusted Ed, or what was left of him, making bile rise in his throat that he was forced to swallow down. His hand loosely held onto the sheets, unwilling to outwardly accept his rape and submit by holding onto his captor.
And really, he barely registered the pain, which had been blinding at first as Alfons tore through his virginal, tender flesh, or the event itself.
Alfons might be thrusting away haphazardly into his body, using him completely to satisfy his own lust. He might be raping Edward of all he had left in this world and the last.
And he himself, Edward, might just be letting him. He wasn’t resisting after all, he could have put up more of a fight even in the crippled state he was in. He might have screamed even if Alfons hit him, might have bit him, kneed his groin, otherwise injured the man who was tearing into his flesh, staining the sheets with blood.
But he didn’t.
Edward might just have been the whore, the faggot, the sodomite Alfons believed him to be.
After all, he couldn’t save himself for Al, he just couldn’t wait and withstand this sinful contact long enough to have what he really wanted, what he really needed, the little brother he’d promised himself to so happily.
It was as simple as 35 liters of water, 20 kg carbohydrates, 2 liters of ammonia, 1.5 kg of calcium, 800 grams of adenosine, 250 grams of salt, 100 grams of nitrogen, 80 grams of sulfur, 7.5 grams of fluoride, 3 grams of silicon, and 20 grams of trace elements.
Painfully simple, in his mind, to keep both of his promises to Al, for Mom and his first, so painfully simple in nature, and yet he fucked them both up just as easily.
Alfons was moving easier by now, Edward’s blood acting as a more effective lubricant than spit. He sped up, his hips irregularly but quickly thrusting deep inside the body beneath him, grunting as he felt his release nearing.
Edward sensed the changes in Alfons’ motions, jerked out of his numbness to again be made acutely aware of what was happening to him. There wasn’t any turning back, he couldn’t undo what had happened once-
“Ah, Edward!” Alfons cried out, releasing into his golden fallen angel.
Ed bit his lip, but it did nothing to stop the tears that sprang up when Alfons cried out his name. It was real, he’d been raped, and his body was good enough, his ass was tight enough to make the man come. He squirmed as his one time friend’s seed filled him, feeling so used and dirty he couldn’t take it, a feeling that lingered even as Alfons pulled out and collapsed to his side, pressing their sweaty bodies together.
He was a whore, a faggot, and a sodomite, and he belonged to someone else now, marked by the cum leaking out of his ass.
Alphonse, forgive me, for I have sinned.
XXX
Fiery red with a forked tail, horns, and a three-pronged poker, that was the classical Devil as had been taught to Edward, although he knew that was a myth, lies, for the Devil never conformed to that image.
It was as if he was a dearest friend, smiling warmly, wearing the face of his beloved, an ironic and simple deception.
And Edward had never, never seen this coming, never, never believed a twisted version, a doppelganger, of his precious brother would rape him of all that he had left. Satan was cruel, so cruel and perceptive that Edward was powerless, powerless…
The Devil held utter dominion over the broken body that didn’t belong to him anymore.
The Devil, a wicked deceiver, had a name.
“I love you,” Alfons Heiderich whispered.
His words were liquid poison, killing Edward from the inside out.
Author: peace_of_hope
Pairing: Ed/Heiderich
Genre: angst, romance, non-con
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2845
Spoilers/Warnings: rape, non-con, mind-fuck, verbal and physical abuse, did I mention rape?
Summary: Alfons is tempted by a golden fallen angel and decides to take what he thinks is his
Note: Written for the FMA kink meme 2009 here. Author anon learned to NEVER share kink meme WIPs with rp partners, for they are liable to be the OP. This is for you darkblysse XD
T E M P T A T I O N
Fiery red with a forked tail, horns, and a three-pronged poker, that was the classical Devil as had been taught to Alfons, although he knew that was a myth, lies, for the Devil was truly golden.
It was as if he was dipped in liquid sunshine, shining radiantly, a sparkling temptation.
And Alfons had always, always been weak, powerless to stop the temptation of this golden fallen angel. Satan was cruel, so cruel but beautiful and Alfons was powerless, powerless…
Yet held utter dominion over HIS golden fallen angel.
The Devil, HIS sparkling tempter, had a name.
“Edward Elric.”
It rolled poisonously off Alfons’ tongue.
XXX
Edward looked up from his book at the sound of the door, smiling at the image of Alfons as he came home from work. The image blurred, interchanging with a more bronzed image for the German man, but Edward quickly shook the thoughts from his head, trying to smile more warmly instead of distantly before he turned back to his book.
“How was your day?” he asked, glancing at the foreign, German words on the yellowed page.
Alfons caught Edward’s smile, enough of a glimpse of that sparkling visage to make his heart ache. His gaze on Ed’s back was smoldering, a burning, predatory stare as he watched his ponytail fall forward over his shoulder, exposing that neck.
HIS neck. Edward was HIS.
Alfons set his bag down by the door, shrugging. “Everything went fine, there still isn’t much progress but we’re getting there,” he said vaguely, still staring at Ed.
Ed laughed lightly, turning around to face Alfons to say something encouraging… but stopped when he saw the glint in Alfon’s eyes. That same glint. It made him shudder, his heart skipping a beat, and his blood ran cold at the understanding of that predatory stare.
Suddenly, the foreign German words on the yellowed page were fascinating, his naiveté of the language astounded him, and Edward tried to forget just how his friend’s eyes would glint like that. “I’ve said no,” he whispered, attempting to inject firmness into his rejection and not be crushed under the weight of Alfons’ request.
Alfons bit back a snarl and a retort at Ed’s words, forced to live with rejection again. Constant, constant rejection, why did HIS Edward, his golden Edward reject him so? “Why?” he pouted, changing his approach; Ed’s shudder hadn’t gone unnoticed by Alfons’ watchful eyes.
Ed paused, his body seizing up again. There was no need for him to be this anxious, this unnerved when Alfons brought up the subject except… Alfons wouldn’t drop the subject, he brought it up, night after night, unable to accept the constant, constant rejection.
He shook his head, “You know why, I’d just-”
“-Rather be friends,” Alfons cut him off, finishing Ed’s sentence for him. He flicked his gaze back to Ed, watching as the shorter man’s expression went from anger at being cut off to a pleading look.
Ed pleaded with him silently, wishing Alfons could see that, “I want things back--” he began to whisper.
“-The way they were before,” Alfons finished for him again, his lips curving up in a devilish grin.
Edward’s face fell in reaction. “Things were better-“
“-Give up, we’re only friends because you reject more and if you’re looking for home,” his voice, his words mocked, “You can’t get there, if it even exists…” Alfons walked toward Ed, who shrunk more into the couch, his eyes shooting to the door, wondering if he should leave, if he could leave. “They’re lies Edward, lies,” he whispered, amused at how absolutely terrified Edward looked.
Oh, the power, the dominion he had over HIS golden Edward.
“No,” Ed said weakly, before biting his lip and being firmer, “No, it’s real, my home is real! I want to go back, but I mean, I want to be friends, I don’t like-“
“-Men? You don’t like men Edward, is that it?” Alfons crawled on the crouch, nearly straddling Ed if the golden blonde hadn’t retreated to the far end of the sofa. “Lies, more lies,” he whispered words of liquid poison, deadly enough to defeat Ed’s fractured confidence. “I know…”
I know your secret. I know who you really love. I know who you dream about. I know who you THINK you belong to. But I know you’re really MINE.
“I know, Brother,” Alfons purred.
Ed stiffened for half a second and then swiftly raised his fist to punch Alfons. His fake limb fist connected with the side of his friend’s face, sending Alfons sprawling on the floor. He raised his head in shock, not so much injured from the punch as from being pushed off the couch and landing roughly on the floor. His eyes flashed up at Ed before he jerked his body up and off the floor. Ed stood up quickly to defend himself, raising his arm for another punch-
But Alfons caught his fist this time, deftly grabbing Ed’s other, flesh hand to stop him from using that one as a weapon, too. “Don’t-Don’t you DARE call me that!” Ed snarled, gritting his teeth and trying to pull his hands away but found that Alfons had a surprisingly strong grip on his wrists. “Stop, let me go!” he exclaimed, the panic setting in again at the sight of Alfons’ eyes…
That predatory stare and the way his eyes flashed in anger make Ed recoil, his stomach fluttering out of nausea, not attraction.
“No!” Alfons exclaimed. He let go of Ed’s wrists long enough to slap him across the face.
Edward jumped, his body stiff as he raised his hand to where Alfons had just slapped him, the sting still not registering. He felt numb all of a sudden. His eyes widened as he looked up at his one time friend, the tables completely turned.
“No,” Alfons repeated firmly, smirking devilishly at his golden Edward, HIS, now HIS and only HIS. “You are MINE.”
Edward felt wetness on his cheeks, dimly aware that he was crying, finally crying after all these years since he’d last seen Al and cried at his absence on that side of the Gate. Crying like a baby, not like the adult he was. Crying as Alfons dragged him off to their bedroom, knowing what would happen.
Crying because he couldn’t replace the image of that fiery devil with the bronzed image of Al.
XXX
“S-Stop it, no, don’t!” Ed cried out, struggling as best he could with only one arm and leg.
Alfons had thrown Ed on the bed and immediately deprived him of his artificial limbs, disconnecting the nerves none too gently. The area still burned from the shock and sudden, intense pain shooting through the damaged nerves, but there hadn’t been anything Ed could do to stop his one time friend.
Deprived of his limbs-and by extension, balance and control-Ed could do nothing but lie there and protest, so long as Alfons’ tongue wasn’t penetrating his mouth.
His words were cut off as Alfons did just that, gripping Ed’s jaw to hold him into the facsimile of a kiss. Alfons thrust his tongue into the golden blonde’s mouth, swirling it around in exploration once again. He pulled back to stare predatorily at his prey; Edward immediately shut his eyes to block out Alfons’ gaze, desperately holding onto the little control, the little last shreds of his sanity.
“Please, stop this Alfons,” he whispered, pleading, as hands trailed down his body, roughly moving him to aid in the removal of clothes. His eyes shot open when he felt Alfons at his pants, pulling them down along with his undergarments. “No, don’t!” he cried out, suddenly and acutely aware that all of this was real.
This wasn’t a nightmare. He wasn’t living in a dream world. This was real. Alfons, his one time friend, was really going to rape him.
Ed had already grown accustom to the tears. They flowed freely as Alfons undressed, grinding his erection against Ed’s thigh, as his captor grasped his flaccid cock and stroked, trying to work up an erection but to no avail.
“Please stop,” he sobbed, his body half turned to the side, looking straight at the wall next to the bed.
Alfons sat back on his heels, admiring the body laid out beneath him, ignoring Ed’s pleas to stop this violent chain of events. “Beautiful,” he breathed out, bending down to roll Ed on his back and kiss down his skin. “So beautiful,” he whispered in Ed’s ear, licking at the shell.
Ed shuddered, a fresh wave of tears spilling over. He was cursed, cursed with fake limbs and a body covered in scars, all the price he paid for their sins, for Mother and Alphonse.
Al… his body shook and he cried harder as he thought about Al. Ed was cursed, cursed with a body like this and Alfons thought he was beautiful, just as Al had. Ed swallowed his thoughts of Al, attempting to return his mind to that state of numbness, to form a protective shell around that which mattered most.
But Alfons knew just how to shatter that shell and rob him of what mattered most. “Don’t even think about him, Al can’t save you now,” he sneered.
“No!”
“Yes, he’s gone, dead,” Alfons whispered, soaking up all the sobs coming from Ed.
“No!” Ed said more firmly, holding onto Al, that’s all he had to hold onto now, Al was his, solely his, all he had left, all he’d ever had, Al was all he had left…
“You killed him-“
“NO!” Ed outright screamed, not stopping. If he screamed loud enough, someone, anyone might hear, they would save him like Al, “AL! SAVE ME!” he screamed. Al, Al would save him, he was always there-
Alfons’ hand connected with the side of Ed’s face in an audible slap. Ed blinked up at him, stunned, and then his features shifted back to fear and he cowered under the gaze and physical force of his captor.
“Shut. Up.” It wasn’t a request, it was a command, but even so, Alfons didn’t take any chances that Edward would risk life and limb to defy him again. Taking advantage of the smaller man, Alfons moved up on his body and thrust his cock at Ed’s lips. “Lubricate me,” he commanded, knowing that Ed knew what that would mean and how exactly to achieve that.
“Such a whore,” Alfons whispered as Ed parted his lips and took his one time friend’s cock in his mouth. “Such a filthy little whore.” Ed bobbed his head up and down, eliciting moans from the dominant blonde. “M-Mm,” he hummed, voice a little strained from the pleasure he was feeling, “I wonder-I wonder if you’re a virgin-or if you really are a filthy whore-did-did you let that suit of armor fuck your hole-did you whore yourself out to save your little brother-or were-were you saving it for him-so you could make love-and give your first to Al-are you really pure-you whore?”
Ed cried out around Alfons, resisting the urge to just bite him.
No, don’t talk about Al, don’t talk about waiting, about saving it for him, don’t talk about my brother, don’t take from me what I’m saving from him, what Al deserves, what I want to give him, don’t take this from me, Al is all I have left!
“Faggot! Sodomite! You’re saving your virginity for your little brother, you incestuous little faggot! But he can’t have you! You’re MINE, MINE to use, to take, this belongs to ME you filthy tempter, you fucking SEDUCER!” Alfons yelled at him and Edward wanted to scream, scream until he was hoarse, at how much degrading dominion Alfons had over him, mind, body, soul.
He roughly pulled his cock out of Ed’s mouth once he realized he was sufficiently wet, having lubricated his cock more so out of concern for ease of entry, not out of courtesy to Ed. He jerked Edward’s hips up and moved in between his legs, ignoring the pained sobs and protests, numb to them now. Alfons wasn’t going to stop, this was inevitable. “You seduced me, and this is what whores like you get.” He grinned as he looked down at Edward.
His golden hair was strewn all over the pillow, wet in some places from tears and sweat. Edward was a beautiful golden angel, a fallen angel, Lucifer dipped in liquid gold. HIS fallen angel, HIS Devil, HIS tempter. “Equivalent Exchange.”
With that Alfons surged forward, thrusting into Ed without warning or preparation.
And all that was left of Edward shattered into a million irretrievable pieces.
XXX
Alfons wasn’t trying to be gentle.
Edward belong to HIM, this was his payment for the seduction and temptation he’d endured all these long months with that golden fallen angel. And even if he’d wanted this to be loving, a true union of souls, Alfons didn’t know how to accomplish that, having never given into the sins of the flesh before.
He slammed into Ed as hard as he could, feeling his balls slap against his skin. The sound disgusted Ed, or what was left of him, making bile rise in his throat that he was forced to swallow down. His hand loosely held onto the sheets, unwilling to outwardly accept his rape and submit by holding onto his captor.
And really, he barely registered the pain, which had been blinding at first as Alfons tore through his virginal, tender flesh, or the event itself.
Alfons might be thrusting away haphazardly into his body, using him completely to satisfy his own lust. He might be raping Edward of all he had left in this world and the last.
And he himself, Edward, might just be letting him. He wasn’t resisting after all, he could have put up more of a fight even in the crippled state he was in. He might have screamed even if Alfons hit him, might have bit him, kneed his groin, otherwise injured the man who was tearing into his flesh, staining the sheets with blood.
But he didn’t.
Edward might just have been the whore, the faggot, the sodomite Alfons believed him to be.
After all, he couldn’t save himself for Al, he just couldn’t wait and withstand this sinful contact long enough to have what he really wanted, what he really needed, the little brother he’d promised himself to so happily.
It was as simple as 35 liters of water, 20 kg carbohydrates, 2 liters of ammonia, 1.5 kg of calcium, 800 grams of adenosine, 250 grams of salt, 100 grams of nitrogen, 80 grams of sulfur, 7.5 grams of fluoride, 3 grams of silicon, and 20 grams of trace elements.
Painfully simple, in his mind, to keep both of his promises to Al, for Mom and his first, so painfully simple in nature, and yet he fucked them both up just as easily.
Alfons was moving easier by now, Edward’s blood acting as a more effective lubricant than spit. He sped up, his hips irregularly but quickly thrusting deep inside the body beneath him, grunting as he felt his release nearing.
Edward sensed the changes in Alfons’ motions, jerked out of his numbness to again be made acutely aware of what was happening to him. There wasn’t any turning back, he couldn’t undo what had happened once-
“Ah, Edward!” Alfons cried out, releasing into his golden fallen angel.
Ed bit his lip, but it did nothing to stop the tears that sprang up when Alfons cried out his name. It was real, he’d been raped, and his body was good enough, his ass was tight enough to make the man come. He squirmed as his one time friend’s seed filled him, feeling so used and dirty he couldn’t take it, a feeling that lingered even as Alfons pulled out and collapsed to his side, pressing their sweaty bodies together.
He was a whore, a faggot, and a sodomite, and he belonged to someone else now, marked by the cum leaking out of his ass.
Alphonse, forgive me, for I have sinned.
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Fiery red with a forked tail, horns, and a three-pronged poker, that was the classical Devil as had been taught to Edward, although he knew that was a myth, lies, for the Devil never conformed to that image.
It was as if he was a dearest friend, smiling warmly, wearing the face of his beloved, an ironic and simple deception.
And Edward had never, never seen this coming, never, never believed a twisted version, a doppelganger, of his precious brother would rape him of all that he had left. Satan was cruel, so cruel and perceptive that Edward was powerless, powerless…
The Devil held utter dominion over the broken body that didn’t belong to him anymore.
The Devil, a wicked deceiver, had a name.
“I love you,” Alfons Heiderich whispered.
His words were liquid poison, killing Edward from the inside out.