Two Colonels - Chapter 3
Title: Two Colonels
Rating: NC17 (for subject matter; overall)
Rating this chapter: PG13/R
Pairing: Roy/Ed; previous OC/Ed
Warnings: Rape, Yaoi, AU (no Homunculi and BXB)
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.. or else Toru OOkawa would still be Roy's VA in the new anime
Summary: One Colonel was gentle the other was not.
Chapter 03/??
Ed woke to a voice whispering not far from him. He didn’t know what to make out of it. He sat up slowly and regretted it the moment the pain shot through his back. He still felt sore and wanted to vomit from the taste in his mouth. He blinked and looked around. It took him a minute or two before he realised that he wasn’t in his dorm room that he was in a large bed with white sheets and multiple pillows. He swallowed and looked to the door - it was slightly ajar and he could hear Mustang’s voice flowing in from where ever his phone was. He drew his legs to his chest and again there was the pain like being stabbed in the back. He chocked on his breath and tried to keep his sob inside. He wanted to cry again. After all what had happened to him over the last months, he wanted to cry and hide somewhere preferably in this large bed - or a cave in the middle of some wood in the middle of fucking nowhere. But he couldn’t. He had to think about Al. Al who was not allowed to know ever about this. Al who should think that Ed had fallen asleep somewhere and Mustang had found him and taken him home. Al who should think, that there was nothing too bad in this world.
The blonde swallowed his sob and whipped his tears from his cheek. He threw the blankets off him and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up slowly on legs that were too wobbly to keep him standing. He leaned on the nightstand and then the wall to get to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. His every step felt like needles poking in his backside and inside him. He closed his eyes and sat on the toilet seat. He sighed heavily. His boxers were sticking to him and he could feel the dry blood on them. It would be a bitch to get them off without opening the old wounds and make them bleed again. He didn’t even know who he had managed this for all those months without Al seeing any of it. Maybe because it had been a secret then and now that somebody on the outside knew he could show his weakness. He swallowed again. Weakness. He didn’t think of himself as weak or as a child but he was, wasn’t he? He was a weak child who got raped by an older man who knew exactly what Ed’s weak points had been. Even thinking the word rape made him want to throw up. He leaned his head in his hands and breathed slowly. In and out. In and out. Over and over again.
He didn’t know how long he sat there before he felt the hand on his head stroking over the blond hair and the person squatting in front of him. The warm large hand made him look up. Two concerned obsidian eyes were watching his movement. The teen swallowed and wanted to latch onto Mustang and never let go. He smiled slightly.
“You don’t have to do that.” The older man’s voice was low and comforting but Ed was taken aback by Mustang’s statement.
“What?” He searched the Colonel’s eyes to find an answer to this and was glad he wasn’t met with one of the masks he usually wore in the office. Roy stroked a thump over the soft cheek and whipped the tears off.
“You don’t have to try to smile. You’re hurt. You don’t have to pretend something else.”
“I… I’m not… pretending anything. I just wanted to smile ‘cause I… don’t want you to worry anymore than necessary.” His last few words were mumbled and he looked down again. The older man sighed and stood up.
“The doc called. He wants to make a proper examination. Said that he didn’t want to hurt you any more after what had happened.” He looked down at the crown of golden hair. “And Hughes has called. He made sure that he will be responsible for the investigation. He’s already on the scene and after you have met the doc he’ll be waiting in my office.” Ed’s head had jerked up at the mention of the one man who was something like a father to Ed. He swallowed and there were tears shining in his eyes again. He didn’t know what he should say. Hughes knowing what had happened made in even more real than Roy knowing. He bit his bottom lip and nodded. “So I leave you to take a shower. I think that was what you were about to do when I came in.”
Roy hesitated a moment to give Ed the chance to say something - anything. As the teen didn’t speak he turned to leave the bathroom.
“I can’t move.” Quiet mumbled words reached him and he turned to the blond teenager sitting on the toilet seat. Just this one sentence made his anger grow again and he wished he had burned the man who what he had done to the normally loud-mouthed brat. Maybe he would suggest it to the judge when that guy was being court martialled.
He walked back to his subordinate and crouched down in front of him. “What do you want me to do?”
Ed was biting his lip hard and there was a faint trail of blood running down his chin. Roy got some toilet paper and whipped it away. He stroked over the cheek again to make Ed relax before he would bite his lip off. A sob escaped the younger’s throat as he took a breath to speak to the Colonel. Mustang made hushing noises and stroked through the golden hair.
An hour later and Ed was lying on his side in a hospital gown and a blanket over his nether regions. Roy was sitting next to him holding his hand as they waited for the doc to appear. They had managed to get Ed’s boxers off without opening the old wounds and the teen had showered with Roy sitting on the toilet seat so the older man could help him if his legs decided to not support him any longer. They drove silently to the hospital and got Ed changed into the gown. Ed had worn one of Mustang’s older slacks and a black pullover which hung him nearly to his knees. The teen sighed and traced patterns - alchemy circles - on the examination table under him. He hated hospitals and he hated having to be here.
They looked up as the elderly man walked into the hospital room with a chart and a camera in his hand. Ed swallowed hard.
“Edward, Colonel Mustang.” The doctor nodded to them and sat down in the chair in front of the small desk sitting under the window. He didn’t wait for them to reply. He got one of the rubber gloves and some clear fluid from the desk and got over to Ed. Before he sat down again he set up a stirrup and got a small metal instrument from the table next to the examination table.
“Edward, lie your left leg on the stirrup.” The teen did what he was told and hissed slightly as he spread his legs wider as he normally would have done a day after Ryans had been on him. Roy shot the doctor a glance but the man just starred back with his cold grey eyes. “You can leave if you want, Colonel Mustang, if you don’t like the way I do my job.” The older man laid the blanket over Ed’s legs so he wouldn’t freeze while he examined him and so that Ed would feel more comfortable. The teen still had his eyes shut tightly and his browns furrowed and tried to breathe normally. The raven-haired man stroked Ed’s left hand as the right hand was holding the blanket tightly. The doctor put on the glove and opened the bottle with the clear fluid to coat his gloved fingers with the gel.
“Edward, I want you to relax. It won’t hurt when you stay relaxed and calm.” The blonde nodded and squeezed Roy’s hand harder as the doctor’s cold wet fingers began to examine his anus. He had done it the night before and it still didn’t hurt any less. Ed breathed a sigh of relieve as the doctor withdrew his fingers. The doctor looked up and frowned. Roy watched him and saw that he hadn’t used the little metal thing, yet and the camera was still sitting unused on the table. The elder man opened the bottle again and got some more of the clear liquid on his gloved hand and - this time - took the metal thing as well and coated it with the lube.
“Colonel Mustang, please hold Edward down. I don’t think he can hold still any longer and I don’t want to have him sedated while I take the photos.” Roy swallowed and Ed had opened his eyes. He craned his neck to look around but his position prohibited him to see what was going on behind his back. He looked up to Roy. Fear was evident in his eyes. The dark-eyed man stood up and leaned over Ed. He got his arms around the teen without taking him up from the table but pinning him so that he couldn’t move anymore. As the cold metal connected with his skin he fisted both hands in the uniform that was all around him. Minutes later it was over and Ed could take his leg from the stirrup and get comfortable on the examination table. He wanted to close his eyes and when he would wake up nothing of this would ever have happened. He would still be 14 and have his innocence and he would never have met Ryans and… and Roy wouldn’t have kissed him and told him in his own cryptically way that he wanted more from Ed when he was legal and had brought Al back. He sighed. If he could choose… he didn’t even know if he would choose another life.
Roy was sitting next to Ed again holding his hand and looking to the floor. The doctor was sitting at the table under the window and wrote something on the chart. The raven-haired man felt exhausted and didn’t want to go to his office to see Maes. He wanted to bring Ed back to his place and lie down next to teen and hold his hand while Ed slept peacefully next to him. But legal proceedings needed paperwork what had to be signed. Ed needed to be put on ill-leave. But who would take care of him? His little brother? It wasn’t an option he knew that. Ed wouldn’t want Al to know and that would Ed put into a position where he would have to act as if everything was alright and that meant more harm than good for his condition - physically and mentally. Roy rubbed his eyes with his free hand and sighed. So what option was left? He hadn’t a clue and he couldn’t think properly, not in the hospital where everything stung of antiseptics and where he could see the little metal thing that had helped to open Ed’s buttocks wider so that the doc could take proper photos of what Ryans had done to the 15-year-old. He looked over to the teen who watched him with sleepy golden eyes. He loosened his hand from the younger man’s and stroked over the blond hair hanging loosely over Ed’s shoulders. He would think about something.
Five minutes later and the doctor was done with filling out forms and preparing a folder for the investigation department. He stood up and got a tube of salve out of one the cabinets in the room and walked over to the examination table where Ed was nearly asleep.
“I wish you were this relaxed when I examined you.” Ed turned his head and frowned up at the elder man. The man sat down and motioned for Ed to lie on his side again.
“I thought you were done with examining him.” Roy raised an eyebrow but tried to stay calm. He didn’t know if Ed would be up for a finger up his backside.
“Don’t get worked up about it. It’s some salve what will help him to heal.” The doctor opened the tube and got some of the white salve on his finger. He lifted Ed’s blanket and spread the butt cheeks a bit to disperse it around the teen’s anus and some of it inside the swollen opening. Ed tensed and cringed as the elder man rubbed the stuff into the tender skin.
“So, I’m done with it.” He closed the tube and handed it to Roy. “You will spread it around his anus and inside the opening - at least twice a day. Don’t use it sparingly. There is enough of this stuff.”
Roy eyed the tube suspiciously and watched the doctor as he got the folder and handed it to Roy as well.
“It’s the chart with the result of the examination. I will send the photos as soon as they are developed. There is also a telephone number of a psychologist. It’s an advice not an order so it’s up to Edward if he wants to go when he feels up to it.” He looked down at the teen who was starring at the folder in Roy’s hand. “And there are also your forms for the ill-leave inside. As his guardian you’re responsible for his well being and as Ed has only his little brother who won’t be able to take care of him I took the liberty of putting you on ill-leave as well as long as Ed needs to be taken care of.”
Surprised the teen and the young Colonel looked up at the grim doctor. He shrugged and made his way over to the door to leave the room.
“Ed can get dressed again. Good bye Colonel, Edward.” He nodded to them. He opened the door but turned around before he was out of the room. “And, Colonel, make sure that this bastard will suffer before he is allowed to die.” With those words the doctor left the room and left the two males alone.
They walked silently to Roy’s office. Ed was limping but refused to let Roy carry him. The others didn’t need to know and it would be fucking embarrassing. As they were outside Roy’s office they both stopped. Ed breathed in heavily. Hughes knew and he was about to see all the damage Ryans had caused. He swallowed as Roy opened the door. Hughes was sitting on one of the couches and looked at them when they entered. His green eyes were sad and his mouth was pulled down on one side. Ed sat on the couch opposite the Lieutenant Colonel with Roy next to him. Hughes didn’t even look into the folder that Roy had given him. He waited until both were seated and sighed heavily. He looked from Ed to Roy and back.
“We have a problem. Ryans gets a civil court case.”
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Rating: NC17 (for subject matter; overall)
Rating this chapter: PG13/R
Pairing: Roy/Ed; previous OC/Ed
Warnings: Rape, Yaoi, AU (no Homunculi and BXB)
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.. or else Toru OOkawa would still be Roy's VA in the new anime
Summary: One Colonel was gentle the other was not.
Chapter 03/??
Ed woke to a voice whispering not far from him. He didn’t know what to make out of it. He sat up slowly and regretted it the moment the pain shot through his back. He still felt sore and wanted to vomit from the taste in his mouth. He blinked and looked around. It took him a minute or two before he realised that he wasn’t in his dorm room that he was in a large bed with white sheets and multiple pillows. He swallowed and looked to the door - it was slightly ajar and he could hear Mustang’s voice flowing in from where ever his phone was. He drew his legs to his chest and again there was the pain like being stabbed in the back. He chocked on his breath and tried to keep his sob inside. He wanted to cry again. After all what had happened to him over the last months, he wanted to cry and hide somewhere preferably in this large bed - or a cave in the middle of some wood in the middle of fucking nowhere. But he couldn’t. He had to think about Al. Al who was not allowed to know ever about this. Al who should think that Ed had fallen asleep somewhere and Mustang had found him and taken him home. Al who should think, that there was nothing too bad in this world.
The blonde swallowed his sob and whipped his tears from his cheek. He threw the blankets off him and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up slowly on legs that were too wobbly to keep him standing. He leaned on the nightstand and then the wall to get to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. His every step felt like needles poking in his backside and inside him. He closed his eyes and sat on the toilet seat. He sighed heavily. His boxers were sticking to him and he could feel the dry blood on them. It would be a bitch to get them off without opening the old wounds and make them bleed again. He didn’t even know who he had managed this for all those months without Al seeing any of it. Maybe because it had been a secret then and now that somebody on the outside knew he could show his weakness. He swallowed again. Weakness. He didn’t think of himself as weak or as a child but he was, wasn’t he? He was a weak child who got raped by an older man who knew exactly what Ed’s weak points had been. Even thinking the word rape made him want to throw up. He leaned his head in his hands and breathed slowly. In and out. In and out. Over and over again.
He didn’t know how long he sat there before he felt the hand on his head stroking over the blond hair and the person squatting in front of him. The warm large hand made him look up. Two concerned obsidian eyes were watching his movement. The teen swallowed and wanted to latch onto Mustang and never let go. He smiled slightly.
“You don’t have to do that.” The older man’s voice was low and comforting but Ed was taken aback by Mustang’s statement.
“What?” He searched the Colonel’s eyes to find an answer to this and was glad he wasn’t met with one of the masks he usually wore in the office. Roy stroked a thump over the soft cheek and whipped the tears off.
“You don’t have to try to smile. You’re hurt. You don’t have to pretend something else.”
“I… I’m not… pretending anything. I just wanted to smile ‘cause I… don’t want you to worry anymore than necessary.” His last few words were mumbled and he looked down again. The older man sighed and stood up.
“The doc called. He wants to make a proper examination. Said that he didn’t want to hurt you any more after what had happened.” He looked down at the crown of golden hair. “And Hughes has called. He made sure that he will be responsible for the investigation. He’s already on the scene and after you have met the doc he’ll be waiting in my office.” Ed’s head had jerked up at the mention of the one man who was something like a father to Ed. He swallowed and there were tears shining in his eyes again. He didn’t know what he should say. Hughes knowing what had happened made in even more real than Roy knowing. He bit his bottom lip and nodded. “So I leave you to take a shower. I think that was what you were about to do when I came in.”
Roy hesitated a moment to give Ed the chance to say something - anything. As the teen didn’t speak he turned to leave the bathroom.
“I can’t move.” Quiet mumbled words reached him and he turned to the blond teenager sitting on the toilet seat. Just this one sentence made his anger grow again and he wished he had burned the man who what he had done to the normally loud-mouthed brat. Maybe he would suggest it to the judge when that guy was being court martialled.
He walked back to his subordinate and crouched down in front of him. “What do you want me to do?”
Ed was biting his lip hard and there was a faint trail of blood running down his chin. Roy got some toilet paper and whipped it away. He stroked over the cheek again to make Ed relax before he would bite his lip off. A sob escaped the younger’s throat as he took a breath to speak to the Colonel. Mustang made hushing noises and stroked through the golden hair.
An hour later and Ed was lying on his side in a hospital gown and a blanket over his nether regions. Roy was sitting next to him holding his hand as they waited for the doc to appear. They had managed to get Ed’s boxers off without opening the old wounds and the teen had showered with Roy sitting on the toilet seat so the older man could help him if his legs decided to not support him any longer. They drove silently to the hospital and got Ed changed into the gown. Ed had worn one of Mustang’s older slacks and a black pullover which hung him nearly to his knees. The teen sighed and traced patterns - alchemy circles - on the examination table under him. He hated hospitals and he hated having to be here.
They looked up as the elderly man walked into the hospital room with a chart and a camera in his hand. Ed swallowed hard.
“Edward, Colonel Mustang.” The doctor nodded to them and sat down in the chair in front of the small desk sitting under the window. He didn’t wait for them to reply. He got one of the rubber gloves and some clear fluid from the desk and got over to Ed. Before he sat down again he set up a stirrup and got a small metal instrument from the table next to the examination table.
“Edward, lie your left leg on the stirrup.” The teen did what he was told and hissed slightly as he spread his legs wider as he normally would have done a day after Ryans had been on him. Roy shot the doctor a glance but the man just starred back with his cold grey eyes. “You can leave if you want, Colonel Mustang, if you don’t like the way I do my job.” The older man laid the blanket over Ed’s legs so he wouldn’t freeze while he examined him and so that Ed would feel more comfortable. The teen still had his eyes shut tightly and his browns furrowed and tried to breathe normally. The raven-haired man stroked Ed’s left hand as the right hand was holding the blanket tightly. The doctor put on the glove and opened the bottle with the clear fluid to coat his gloved fingers with the gel.
“Edward, I want you to relax. It won’t hurt when you stay relaxed and calm.” The blonde nodded and squeezed Roy’s hand harder as the doctor’s cold wet fingers began to examine his anus. He had done it the night before and it still didn’t hurt any less. Ed breathed a sigh of relieve as the doctor withdrew his fingers. The doctor looked up and frowned. Roy watched him and saw that he hadn’t used the little metal thing, yet and the camera was still sitting unused on the table. The elder man opened the bottle again and got some more of the clear liquid on his gloved hand and - this time - took the metal thing as well and coated it with the lube.
“Colonel Mustang, please hold Edward down. I don’t think he can hold still any longer and I don’t want to have him sedated while I take the photos.” Roy swallowed and Ed had opened his eyes. He craned his neck to look around but his position prohibited him to see what was going on behind his back. He looked up to Roy. Fear was evident in his eyes. The dark-eyed man stood up and leaned over Ed. He got his arms around the teen without taking him up from the table but pinning him so that he couldn’t move anymore. As the cold metal connected with his skin he fisted both hands in the uniform that was all around him. Minutes later it was over and Ed could take his leg from the stirrup and get comfortable on the examination table. He wanted to close his eyes and when he would wake up nothing of this would ever have happened. He would still be 14 and have his innocence and he would never have met Ryans and… and Roy wouldn’t have kissed him and told him in his own cryptically way that he wanted more from Ed when he was legal and had brought Al back. He sighed. If he could choose… he didn’t even know if he would choose another life.
Roy was sitting next to Ed again holding his hand and looking to the floor. The doctor was sitting at the table under the window and wrote something on the chart. The raven-haired man felt exhausted and didn’t want to go to his office to see Maes. He wanted to bring Ed back to his place and lie down next to teen and hold his hand while Ed slept peacefully next to him. But legal proceedings needed paperwork what had to be signed. Ed needed to be put on ill-leave. But who would take care of him? His little brother? It wasn’t an option he knew that. Ed wouldn’t want Al to know and that would Ed put into a position where he would have to act as if everything was alright and that meant more harm than good for his condition - physically and mentally. Roy rubbed his eyes with his free hand and sighed. So what option was left? He hadn’t a clue and he couldn’t think properly, not in the hospital where everything stung of antiseptics and where he could see the little metal thing that had helped to open Ed’s buttocks wider so that the doc could take proper photos of what Ryans had done to the 15-year-old. He looked over to the teen who watched him with sleepy golden eyes. He loosened his hand from the younger man’s and stroked over the blond hair hanging loosely over Ed’s shoulders. He would think about something.
Five minutes later and the doctor was done with filling out forms and preparing a folder for the investigation department. He stood up and got a tube of salve out of one the cabinets in the room and walked over to the examination table where Ed was nearly asleep.
“I wish you were this relaxed when I examined you.” Ed turned his head and frowned up at the elder man. The man sat down and motioned for Ed to lie on his side again.
“I thought you were done with examining him.” Roy raised an eyebrow but tried to stay calm. He didn’t know if Ed would be up for a finger up his backside.
“Don’t get worked up about it. It’s some salve what will help him to heal.” The doctor opened the tube and got some of the white salve on his finger. He lifted Ed’s blanket and spread the butt cheeks a bit to disperse it around the teen’s anus and some of it inside the swollen opening. Ed tensed and cringed as the elder man rubbed the stuff into the tender skin.
“So, I’m done with it.” He closed the tube and handed it to Roy. “You will spread it around his anus and inside the opening - at least twice a day. Don’t use it sparingly. There is enough of this stuff.”
Roy eyed the tube suspiciously and watched the doctor as he got the folder and handed it to Roy as well.
“It’s the chart with the result of the examination. I will send the photos as soon as they are developed. There is also a telephone number of a psychologist. It’s an advice not an order so it’s up to Edward if he wants to go when he feels up to it.” He looked down at the teen who was starring at the folder in Roy’s hand. “And there are also your forms for the ill-leave inside. As his guardian you’re responsible for his well being and as Ed has only his little brother who won’t be able to take care of him I took the liberty of putting you on ill-leave as well as long as Ed needs to be taken care of.”
Surprised the teen and the young Colonel looked up at the grim doctor. He shrugged and made his way over to the door to leave the room.
“Ed can get dressed again. Good bye Colonel, Edward.” He nodded to them. He opened the door but turned around before he was out of the room. “And, Colonel, make sure that this bastard will suffer before he is allowed to die.” With those words the doctor left the room and left the two males alone.
They walked silently to Roy’s office. Ed was limping but refused to let Roy carry him. The others didn’t need to know and it would be fucking embarrassing. As they were outside Roy’s office they both stopped. Ed breathed in heavily. Hughes knew and he was about to see all the damage Ryans had caused. He swallowed as Roy opened the door. Hughes was sitting on one of the couches and looked at them when they entered. His green eyes were sad and his mouth was pulled down on one side. Ed sat on the couch opposite the Lieutenant Colonel with Roy next to him. Hughes didn’t even look into the folder that Roy had given him. He waited until both were seated and sighed heavily. He looked from Ed to Roy and back.
“We have a problem. Ryans gets a civil court case.”
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