Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal alchemist.

Warning: There is extreme violence and rape. Mentions of past one-sided Roy/Maes and eventual Roy/Ed.

ONE

Roy pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt an upcoming headache. Edward Elric, that menace, he thought annoyingly. The brat was getting destructive and it was costing the military its budget. Already they had to do some salary cuts in their department and he could already tell his coworkers were starting to hate it. Ed needed to control his self, he was almost seventeen for God's sake and he was just as wreckless as ever.

He let out a long heated sigh and took out a picture he always kept in his breast pocket. Staring back at him in the photo was Maes Hughes. The man unlike the smiling doting daddy in the photograph was six feet under ground and it was only himself that he could blame. Maes was it really this long ago that I last spoke with you? Roy thought savagely the last time he could have spoken with him and how it was wasted on him warning the man that he wasn't going to listen to him gush about his daughter. Ever since then, he knew it had to have been his fault. If he had kept close attention-

-No he shouldn't have involved him at all. Ed was quite stricken when he had found out and had a share amount of blame his self but when it came down to it, Roy was the one to sign the man's death certificate and not Ed. It was Roy's naïve dream of becoming Fuhrer that had been Maes undoing.

You really screwed up this time, the rest don't understand you like he had and yet he never even knew you loved him, his mind told him. You gave your whole heart to him knowing it was going to be broken because he had somebody already and already only viewed your love as brotherly. What would he have thought if he had only known that you loved him as he had Gracia.

Shaking his head to rid his thoughts of that, Roy slammed his head down to his desk whimpering. He couldn't show weakness, he couldn't. He still had Maes's murderer running free and he wasn't going to rest until the culprit was found. He fished his pocket watch from his trouser pocket and saw that it was almost midnight. He normally didn't like working and left as soon as he could to date with whatever woman it was that would get his mind off of his love. He shook his head again.

He would rest his head for only five minutes. After five minutes, he would go home and try to sleep. He would not think about Hughes or his family and he would meet with the general about the department's recent budget cuts and hope that they could get some leeway.

Closing his eyes, he told his self he was only resting his eyes. However, he was dead to the world by the time the minute came about.

"Sir, I thought you would have honestly went home. Look at you, you're a mess."

Roy shook his self awake and stifled a yawn. He nodded, barely listening to what Hawkeye really had to say before grabbing the necessary paperwork from his desk. He really needed to make sure that he had everything. He was about to shout to Havoc to make sure the rest remained in order before he flinched. Havoc wasn't likely to be back soon and in fact it was most likely not at all. It was his fault as well. If only Havoc hadn't gone with him, would he still be paralyzed from the waist down? Roy rubbed in forehead before quickly ordering Hawkeye to keep order. Everything was just one gigantic mess after another and he couldn't really blame others for their tempers. He had caused them this pain. He allowed them to be taken in without thinking about their safety.

"Sir, your gloves-" Roy only waved her off.

"Hawkeye, it should be fine. What could go wrong in a meeting about the budget. Keep them safe for me." Hawkeye looked dubious but let it go.

He quickly rushed up the flight of stairs to the room where he was supposed to meet the aging man. Truth be told, the man was only forty four, but he had stark gray hair as it was and quite a reputation of sleeping around. Roy suppressed another yawn as he knocked on the door before he was giving the go ahead to come in.

"General," Roy greeted snapping to attention and saluting the senior officer.

He thought it was odd that it was only him in the room. Usually the whole budget committee was in there as well. As he was motioned to take a seat, he did although a little nervous as to what it would be about. The general smiled when the other man had indeed sat. Roy didn't like the look on his face at all.

"I'm surprised you ask for leniency when you know the destruction that your youngest subordinate causes."

"I agree that Fullmetal is quite the menace sir but-"

"Stop interrupting Mustang. Thank you. Now I was told to cut the entire budget for the next three months but seeing as how you're department needs the budget, I don't think you quite know the predicament that we are in. We should write you up for allowing the brat to get away with so much."

Roy hung his head.

Of course he was going to be the one to be made an example of. Thing was, he did give the Elrics too much freedom not because they were just kids but because he felt he had to protect them. Edward was really oriented in obtaining his goals no matter what. He couldn't fault Ed for wanting to succeed. Even if it meant he would get into lots of trouble, he was willing to make sure all his subordinates were safe. Because just like he had once said back in Ishbal, he could only protect a small number of people so that they could go on and do the same. This was why he had wanted to become Fuhrer.

King Bradley must have sensed it.

He made this General Mitchell in charge of their department. Ever since then, it was one mess after another for Roy to deal with. The general even seemed to hold some type of selfish interest in Roy his self, he didn't know what but it was scary.

"I guess I'll have to punish you to the fullest unless-"

"You're saying you'll keep your mouth shut for a price?" interrupted Roy bewildered at the suggestion.

The general nodded.

"Of course you're never going to agree to this-"

"Anything, my subordinates don't need anything bad marked down in their record," Roy quickly defended.

The general smirked.

" Well, if you're sure...Fine, the Elrics will have their own funds to cover them yearly. Tell them to use it wisely. Your department will be safe. Hell, for a bonus I'll even throw in that experimental treatment for Havoc so that you could have your employer back. Of course none of that is free just as you have guessed." The general narrowed his eyes as if to warn him to choose wisely.

Roy knew it was too much to ask but he did want all of those things to happen. Before he knew it, he was trapped in the corner of the wall with the general over him, one leg positioned between his feet and with a nasty smile. Roy didn't even have his gloves to fend off the attack. He was dumb for thinking he wouldn't need them. But just as slowly, the general whispered in his ears, his breath tickling Roy's lobes.

"Okay here are the rules since you want to see all that happen. Rule one, you will do what I want when I want it and without complaint. Rule two, you tell nobody of what I get from you. This is an agreement between you and me, not my wife nor the fucking Fuhrer. Besides he would be disgusted with it and it's not like my wife is any good anyways. Rule three, when I call, you drop everything and come. As soon as you disobey any of these, I will bury your subordinates with enough to land them in prison. Oh and the last thing is that I can change and make new rules as I see fit. You don't like it, back out now. Go on, I knew from the bizarre look in your face that you wanted to attack me right here and now."

Roy closed his eyes to the taunts and instead concentrated on his harsh breathing. Oh hell he would do anything for his subordinates and he seemed to know it too. It took a second for him to nod before he was turned around and slammed up against the wall. His pants was yanked down before he could protest. The general paused to lock the doors and pull the blinds before grabbing Roy's hair and slamming his face against the corner.

"Stay there and don't move. Try to relax. I heard as long as you relax, you could find it pleasant as well."

Roy didn't think so. He felt his boxers get pulled down and pooled around his ankles but didn't do anything about it, only flinching as he remembered the one rule was to do what he wanted without complaint. He just about screamed however when he felt a huge penetration behind him. He wanted to claw his eyes out to get away from the pain but singlehandedly with one hand, the general grabbed both of Roy's hands and pinned it over his head. He wrapped his other around Roy's hips, burying himself until he was up to the hilt in Roy and then pulling out, only to thrust back into him just as quickly using his arms around his hip to keep up the hash pace.

Roy suppressed his screams even though that was all he wanted to do. Instead, he tried to subside the growing amount of forbidden liquid from falling from the corner of his eyes. The general above him kept grunting and moaning to the thrusts, obviously enjoying this at Roy's expense. With two more thrusts, he collapsed onto Roy, burying his backside with his release. The general pulled out, again pulling Roy's hair, to face him. Smirking he pulled him into a searing kiss before throwing him down onto the floor before lifting up his legs.

In his blind panic to avoid the pain a second time, Roy at first tried to stop him only to be pinned against the wall. He attempted to struggle until he heard a chuckle.

"So Mustang, you are willing to throw away all that protection because of a little bit of pain. How nice and endearing. I for one never thought you would have been this heartless."

Roy flinched at the voice but forced his self to stiffen, allowing the general to do as he pleased. The response to that was being backhanded in the face. He temporarily saw stars before he was then lifted and bended over the table before he felt the same searing pain as before. He cried out only to have the general's hand curl over it, successfully cutting off his anguished yelps of agony. The general thrust hard into Mustang and then pulled back out before thrusting in again ignoring the muffled cries and the blood seeping slowly down Roy's leg.

"Come on Mustang, it should feel good for you. Didn't think you were one to cry out just because it was painful." He continued to thrust into him harshly, before he released his seed for the second time.

The release was even painful for Mustang because his insides were torn up. He let Roy fall to the floor before getting in front of him with a smirk. Roy obediently stayed where he was avoiding the feeling of fright that passed through his body. The general only smiled again before backhanding Roy once again.

"Clean up and get back to work. Be discreet and I'll be coming over to your house around nine so don't go anywhere, okay."

Roy nodded in understanding so the other man threw his towel down and pulled Roy into another deepening kiss, which left Roy breathless for air. The general ruffled up Roy's hair in an affectionate manner before continuing.

"I guess you haven't been with another guy before. We'll have to work on it Mustang. Oh and before I forget, I don't like to share. You better be willing to bet whoever comes into your life is going to lose when they're going up against me."

The only blessing Roy had when he finally was able to limp his way back to the office was that nobody else but him would be hurt.