In this chapter, there are parts of masturbation, non-con, depression, thoughts of self-harm/suicide, and graphic details. Again, I have bolded the area of non-con so you may skip it if desired. This chapter does have some scene that focus highly on sexual content. If you don't like… well I'm not sure why you are here XD just kidding! But seriously, fair warning. Graphic sexual content below. Read at your own risk.

The four men had ventured out into the desert in search of any signs that may help them find Ed's body. Hours had passed without any luck. The only conversation that had taken place was very one-sided – Edward complaining about the heat. The sun was beginning to set, but the air was still almost suffocating. The wind blew once in a great while, pelting everyone with sand. They had to stop numerous times for Edward to shake the sand free from his automail.

"Come on! This heat is killing me! Let's stop." Ed moaned. Everyone just sighed and halted.

"Brother, please. There is too much ground to cover as is. We don't have time to stop like this." Al stood next to his older brother as he sat down on the ground. The sand was hot to the touch, even threw his clothes. Ed rolled up his pants and shook his automail violently.

"I know! But this is easy for all of you! So, you can go fuck yourself, Al!" Edward spat. Everyone just stared at him in shock. Ed let out a deep sigh as he shrugged on, passing the others without another word. "How the hell are we going to find my body in this desert? It's huge!" Edward shouted as he scanned the miles of gold before them.

"We most likely won't if you aren't with us. I'm sorry Mr. Elric, but we need you for this." Mustang's eyes narrowed as the elder spoke.

"I don't recall ever saying his name was Elric, Crowley." Mustang's voice was low. He reached out and grabbed the man's collar tightly. "What aren't you telling me?!" Mustangs patients were wearing very thin.

"Oh! Excuse me, sir. I do believe I overheard you call him Fullmetal. I assumed he was Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. Have I mistaken?" Crowley calmly placed a hand over Roy's, gently pushed down. Mustang's grip hesitantly loosened. "I am correct. I see."

"You should apologize General." Al quietly peeped in. Crowley shook his head and waved his hand.

"No need. I was careless. You are obviously concerned about your soldier. I will use more caution. I apologize General." Crowley bowed slightly. Without a word, Mustang stepped around him and joined Edward up ahead. They walked in silence for a few hours before coming to some more ruins. Edward jumped for joy as he saw an area with some shade. "A break would be good for all of us. What do you say, Sir?" Mustang just nodded. The men all gathered in the shaded corner of the once small home. The roof had almost completely crumbled to the ground, leaving only a few small areas with coverage from direct sunlight.

"How are you feeling brother?" Alphonse kneeled on the sand before his older brother.

"I'm fine. The sun should be going down soon, yes?"

"Yes. We will have to stop our search soon." The boys glanced up at the General, who looked calm as always. His eyes said otherwise though. The boys could see the frustration and panic Mustang was trying to hide. Crowley placed a gentle hand on Mustang's shoulder.

"You are so determined. I understand he's one of your men, but why embark on a mission that you may not be able to complete?"

Mustang chuckled softly. "Because he's one of my men."

"This seems like an impossible quest with only one man Sir."

"The power of one man doesn't amount to much. But, with whatever little strength I'm capable of, I'll do everything humanly possible to protect the people I love, and in turn, they'll protect the ones they love. It seems like the least we tiny humans can do for each other." Mustang smiled softly as he glanced at the brothers. Crowley understood immediately.

"Should we call it a day? The sun will be setting soon." Alphonse asked.

"That would be best. We can pick up early in the morning." Crowley stated, pulling his bag off his back. "I have a few blankets, some water, and some light food in here. Enough for everyone." He began pulling item after item out.

"You had water this whole time?!" Edward yelled, quickly stealing a bottle of water and pouring it into his mouth.

Crowley chuckled. "Sorry, kiddo."

The men took what little shelter they had and rested for the remaining of the night.

Edward groaned as his body began to ache. Every muscle throbbed and burned as he tried to move. A familiar jingling told Edward where he was. 'My cage.' He jerkily raised his head, struggling to open his heavy eyelids. His hands came slowly into focus. 'My chains.' He dropped his head again. He glanced over what little he could see of his body. 'Blood. Bruises. And... .' The memories of Mustang forcing himself on Edward flooded back. A sharp pain pulsed through Ed's chest. His eyes burned as Ed tried to shake the memories away.

"I didn't know you were such a whore." A voice chimed from outside the cell.

"Fuck. . . you" Edward grunted and used what strength he had to spit at the man. The man growled hungrily at Edward's response.

"You've got some energy left I see. How about I put you to work then?" The man unlocked the cell door and stepped in. He stood behind Edward and placed his hands on Ed's back. His fingers traced the little cuts along his back. "Tell me blondie, does this hurt?" He dug his fingers deep into a bruise along his side.

"Urk! Stop!" Ed shouted. The pain radiated through his entire side.

"What about this one?" He squeezed another bruise on Ed's hip. Edward's body jolted as he let out another painful groan. The man just laughed as he slid his hand down Edwards body and stopping at the shackled on his ankles. "Let's take these off." He freed Edward's legs from the restraints, letting him hang freely. "Tell me, Fullmetal. Do you wish to be free?" The man questioned, snaking his hands slowly up Edward's legs. A chill ran down Edwards spine.

"Will you let me go?" Edward asked softly. Laughter filled the room.

"What do I get out of it?" Edward hung in silence.

'I have nothing to offer. . . . Even if I did, would it be enough? No. Nothing would be enough. Why even try?'

"Edward. You need to get ahold of yourself."

'Go away Hughes. I'm pathetic.'

"No you're not. You're strong. Show them that."

'That's what they want. They will only end up torturing me again. I'm not getting out of here. I'm trapped. Forever.'

"What about Alphonse? And Winry? If you hope to protect everyone . . . then you'll have to figure out a way to escape."

'They probably already think I'm dead. Just let me be. I won't be able to hurt anyone any more. No one will care if I'm gone. Just . . . let it end. . . Let me die.'

Another sharp pain pierced through Ed's body. He writhed in pain at the burning sensation. A coarse tongue licked at Ed's skin, as his hands groped at Ed's ass. Edward knew where this was headed. He lifted his body up and dropped his weight suddenly, attempting to break free of the restraints. Stubby fingers curled in his blond knotted hair, yanking his head back. Ed whimpered at the sudden motion. The hands disappeared from Ed's bare body and unlocked the last two claps, letting Edward collapse to the cold ground with a thud. The intrusive man dropped to his knees, straddling Ed's body. Ed's chest pushed tightly against the stone flooring as the attacker laid over him. He pulled Ed's arms to his back and held the two wrists in one hand. Edward wiggled in a failed attempt of escaping. Strong hands pushed into his back. It stung and sent swells of pain through his body. The mans chin rested against Edward's shoulder as he breathed heavily into his ear. His breathe quivering with excitement.

Edward opened his mouth to plead, but was stopped at the sudden nip at his ear. He continued to nibble as his hand returned to Edward's hair. Each bite was harder than the last and Edward began to squirm again.

"Please stop!" Edward pleaded. His heart ached with each beat. Body heat rose in fear and rage. 'Not again.' His plea was responded with more laughter. The breathe on his ear sending chills down his spine.

"Call me master and maybe I will." He purred, sliding his tongue along the curves of Ed's ear. Edward cried out softly. The tongue danced its way down to Edward's neck, stopping to land another rough bite on the already tender skin. He began to suck at the soft skin furiously, until Edward let out a groan. He placed his hand on Edward's arm, squeezing slightly, as if he was daring Edward to make a move. Edward wrenched his body upwards, cracking the back of his head against the other man's nose. The man grunted in pain before grabbing Ed's hair once again, bashing his head onto the stones beneath. "Try that again you little shit!" Edward just closed his eyes, waiting for the throbbing headache to go down. Blood dripped off his nose and formed a small pool against his forehead. He twisted Edward's arm around, forcing him to roll onto his back. The cold ground felt almost pleasing on his bare back.

"Open your eyes." The stranger demanded. He didn't want to. With another sharp tug on the top of his head, followed by another head spitting pain as his head collided again with the ground. His eyes opened momentarily at the pain, but were quickly closed. Ed would rather stay in darkness than watch this man's face light up with pleasure and lust. The man was quickly losing control. Anger. Pleasure. Lust. Power. All the things this man was feeling were taking over. He smashed Edward's head against the ground again and laughed. "Blood?" the man question releasing Ed's hair and staring at his hand. A sob escaped Ed's lips.

'Please. . . just stop' The man adjusted above him when suddenly pain took over his whole body. Burning. Throbbing. Ed tried to scream but it was trapped in the back of his throat. All that came out were whimpers. The more he resisted, the harder his attacker pushed. 'Hurts! It hurts!' "Stop!" Ed managed to scream. Edward pushed hard against the ground, trying to pull away. The man thrust harder with each passing moment. The pain never easing. Edward's mind began to go numb as his body was paralyzed. 'This can't be happening. . . not again . . . Mus... I'm sorry . . .' His body once again betrayed him as pleasure was taking over. Edward just let his body lay limp, waiting for the other to finish. 'There's no point. I'm pathetic. . .'

With a deep gasp, Edward awoke, sitting straight up. He glanced around in the darkness of the night, panting heavily. His heart pounding loudly in his ears. Body temperature was rising. Edward could vaguely make out each of the unconscious bodies next to him. Al was on one side of him and Roy on the other. His heart beat hard at the sight of Mustang. Edward glanced down at his lap to see the bulge that had formed.

"What was I dreaming about? I need to calm down." Edward mumbled to himself, carefully making his way out of the ruins. He leaned against the wall, looking up at the star lit sky and sighed. He placed a hand over his pants, trying to pry them away from his growing problem. The small amount of pressure caused a slight groan to escape his lips. He pushed down again, moaning in response.

"What are you doing?" a groggy voice interrupted. Edward shrieked and dropped to his knees.

"Nothing! Just needed some fresh air!" Edward breathed heavily, trying to not actually shout.

"That's not what it looked like." The voice was almost giggly.

"Shut-up Mustang! You must be seeing things." Mustang walked over and stood by the young man's side. Edward could feel the blood rushing to his head, his cheats hot and breath catching slightly. He knew he was caught. Mustang reached an arm around his torso, stopping at his peck to lightly pinch Ed's nipple. His body immediately responded and arched slightly as he moaned.

"That's what I thought. What's got you so worked up?" Mustang let him go and sat down next to him.

"I woke up like this. . . my body . . . it's so hot . . ." Ed breathed heavily.

"Well, I won't interrupt you then. Just make sure you're quiet. I'll wait inside for you." Mustang stood to leave. Edward reached out and hooked Roy's pant pocket, blushing deeply.

"Please. . . help me" he begged, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed over. "I can't . . . I can't take it. . ." Edward instantly noticed the bulge forming in Roy's pants.

"Edward, I would love nothing more than to ravish you . . . but I want it to be the real you. I want you to remember it." Mustang voice was heavy with lust. Edward wrapped his hands around Mustang's belt, quickly undoing it before he could reject. "Edward. Stop." Mustang wrapped his hands around Eds, stopping him with ease.

'He's close. . . just push him a little more.' Edward pulled a hand free and slid it under the band of his own pants. He looked into onyx eyes, biting his lip till it pulsated with pain. The expressionless face the man normally displayed was cracking. His dark eyes glistened as Ed let out a soft whimper.

"Dammit Ed!" Mustang spat. With one swift move, Mustang pulled Ed off the ground and pinned him to the wall.

"Yeeeeess, General?" Ed's words were almost slurred. Those deep onyx eyes glazed over with lust as he pressed his lips to Eds. Hungrily, he parted his lip, sliding his hot tongue against the younger man's lips. Ed excitedly opened, dancing his tongue across Roy's. Mustang slid his hands down Ed's torso, stopping at his hip. He squeezed them tightly, earning a moan and a surprising thrust from his partner. Roy trailed kissed down Ed's jaw to his neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. Another moan. Roy grabbed Ed's hand and eased it down his own pants. Edward accepted he wasn't going to be able to completely break Mustang and decided to go along with what the man would allow for now. Mustang undid the blond's pants, pulling them down just enough to reveal his fully erect penis. Edward wrapped his hand firmly around himself and proceeded to jerk off. Moan after moan filled the silence. Mustang placed a hand over Ed's mouth, which only turned them on more. Roy was enjoying the muffled cries until he himself felt like he was going to burst. Ed quickly reached his free hand down Roy's pants, grabbing his throbbing member, causing a pleasurable gasp from him.

"Ed…ward. . ." hearing his name was almost enough to push him to climax. He thrusted harshly against his hand, pumping Mustang at the same speed. Pleasure rose quickly as Mustang tried to resist the urge to take the alchemist here and now.

"I'm… gunna… Aaaahh!" Edward's final cry sent Roy into the bliss he was trying so desperately to avoid, and he climaxed with him. Both men slid to the ground, fixing their pants once seated. Edward leaned against Mustang chest, panting heavily. Mustang let out a deep sigh.

"That trick won't work on me twice." Mustang grumbled, placing a soft kiss on top of Ed's head. Edward just chuckled and within seconds, his breathing changed. Ed had fallen asleep on him. Again. Mustang smiled, closing his heavy eyes until they both fell asleep, holding each other in their arms.