Hello everyone! Cathy and Mika here (or Ed and Roy if you prefer) bringing you a (you guessed it!) RoyxEd fic! Yay! 8D

Some things you should know about us before you read: Each of our stories is written by both of us (unless we tell you otherwise). All the parts containing Ed is played by me (Cathy) and all the parts containing Roy are played by Mika. Any other characters in the story are split up between the two of us.

Anyway, this fiction is rated M for a number of reason. Smut (and lots of it…) language, rape, and violence. If you don't like, don't read! You've been warned!

Disclaimer note: We do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters in it. General Nemada is the only original character. He will be played by me (Ed).

Chapter 1

Ed panted as he lay on the cold hard cement, his attacker just above him. Both his pants and boxers were completely gone. His hands, bound to the cement by alchemy so he couldn't move. His shirt was ripped, giant gashes in his skin.

Ed bit his lip as he tried not to cry. He glared up at his attacker, barely able to see his face. 'Why didn't I walk home with the Colonel when he offered?' he thought hopelessly. He shook his head mentally, knowing that he was too stubborn to give in to the Colonel Bastard so easily and show weakness. He was strong and could fend for himself. He was the Fullmetal Alchemist after all! Or so he thought...

He noticed he was being followed about halfway home. He suddenly quickened his pace and started walking faster, noticing the footsteps behind him also quickened. In a panic, Ed ran, turning into a back alley. That was a big mistake seeing that it was a dead end. Ed had faced to meet his attacker, ready to fight and confident that he could win, and now look where he was.

Ed's lip quivered as he turned his head to the side, his attacker was running one hand up and down his smooth skin and with the other, drew long gashes down his chest and stomach with the dull silver blade he held. Ed let out a choked whimper, suddenly being forced into a hard kiss. The man then tried to force his tongue into Ed's mouth, snarling when Ed didn't cooperate. "OPEN!" he yelled and Ed flinched in fear, slowly opening his mouth to allow his tongue in.

He hated it. It was disgusting and vile, but Ed knew better than to bite, for fear the man would do worse to him. When he finally pulled away, Ed gasped for breath, wondering what was going to happen now. For a few moments, the man didn't do anything, as if he was thinking about what to do, then Ed felt sudden pain. The rapist shoved two of his fingers into Ed's entrance, trying to spread him and find that sweet spot that made Ed buck his hips.

Ed cried out in sudden pain, the force of the fingers into his virginity without any lubricant was unbearable and he began to bleed fast. "S-Stop!" Ed sobbed, his legs kicking and squirming from the pain. "PLEASE STOP!"

"Of course I won't stop... This is too much fun, State Alchemist!" the man laughed evilly and began to insert another finger. Ed screamed even louder, hoping someone, ANYONE, would hear him.

The rapist then huffed at Ed's screaming and snarled, knowing he didn't have much time if anyone heard. He then took his fingers out of Ed and unzipped his pants, releasing his hard member that was aroused from Ed's pain. He then lifted Ed's legs and positioned himself, thrusting into Ed hard and fast.

Ed let out a choked cry, gasping at the sudden pain from the intrusion. Ed felt he was very tight, even after his attacker scissored him with his fingers, and the pain felt greater than before as his thrusts were quick and hard. "STOP! AAAHHH! IT HURTS! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP!" Ed screamed, hoping for some small miracle to happen.

Roy Mustang strode silently down the darkening streets of Central, his hands shoved in his pockets. He was in a slightly depressed mood, and he was having trouble convincing himself it was not because Edward turned down his offer. The colonel wasn't even sure what had come over him to make him ask Edward to walk home with him, and he couldn't say he was surprised by the rejection.

The quiet peace was shattered when faint screams invaded his thoughts, and his head snapped up, looking for the source of the cry. That sounded an awful lot like... But he didn't allow himself to linger on that thought, and instead ran towards the screams. They sounded distant, far away, and he vaguely wondered if he would even arrive on time to be of any help. There were a few more screams, and at last one he could make out words.

"STOP! AAAHHH! IT HURTS! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP!"

Roy's heart stuttered and he almost stopped right there where he was. That...that was Edward. There was no mistaking it. Edward Elric was somewhere nearby and in terrible pain, enough that he would cry out for somebody to help him. And Edward never asked for help. Heart pounding, he searched franticly as the cries died out. Where the hell was he? There were no more sounds to follow, and now he was weaving through alleyways with no real direction. Eventually, he was forced to stop. He had no idea where he was now, and still didn't know where Edward was….

But then he heard a quiet noise, and when Roy froze to listen to it, it made his chest ache. It was a quiet whimper, and choked sobs, and undeniably Edward. Eyes wide, he slowly turned a corner. In the dark lighting, he could make out a small heap on the ground, and the shine of blood pooled around it. 'Oh god, did they torture him-?' But stepping closer, studying it a little closer, he realized he was wrong.

Edward lay whimpering and sobbing on the cold cement, his wrists trapped with alchemy above his bloodied head. There were deep gashes in his chest, but most of the blood was coming from… Roy pressed a gloved hand to his mouth and stifled a cry of rage. Blood coated the alchemist's inner thighs and ran down his naked legs to pool on the ground beneath him. His stomach was covered in dark bruises, and his face and hair were matted with dirt, tears, and blood.

Edward wasn't just tortured. 'He…he was raped!' Swiftly kneeling at his side, he focused on freeing the blonde's wrists. Pulling out a piece of chalk, he scratched out a small circle and in a moment the cement had retracted back to its original place. Carefully taking the slim, raw wrists, and looked back into Edward's face. "Edward…."

Edward snapped out of his daze when he realized someone was next to him again and let out a loud scream. "NO! DON'T TOUCH ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Ed yelled in a panic, flailing to get away, especially since he realized his hands were free.

He quickly jerked to the side and rolled over on his stomach, looking for an escape, but there were none. He also looked for his pants, but couldn't find them, so he pulled the red coat that he was still wearing closer to himself, crying every time his raw legs rubbed up against something.

Eyes wide with fear and panic, Ed didn't know what to do but to fight, not knowing exactly who it was that was near him in the cold, dark and damp alley. He whimpered helplessly and clapped his hands, transmuting his automail into a sword before flipping back around to face his attacker.

Roy backed up swiftly and raised his hands, eyes wide as Edward turned to attack him. He cursed himself silently for startling him. He should have known better than to grab him after what happened here...

"Edward, it's just me. I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm trying to help you," He said slowly, trying to keep his voice calm. But his rage was so intense at the moment he was surprised he managed to keep his voice in a level tone.

Ed stopped his attack and looked at the figure, eyes wide. He recognized that voice. "C-Colonel?" he asked, lowering his sword. He was still lying on the ground and he rested his head back, too tired and hurt to do anything anymore. "It hurts really b-bad..." he said, pulling his red coat in tighter around himself, embarrassed that Mustang saw him like this.

He then transmuted his automail back to normal and tried getting up, but the pain on his thighs and in between his legs made him cry out in shock and he doubled over on the cement again, sobbing helpless.

Roy jumped forward with a start as Edward cried out in pain when he tried to get up. He reached out to put a hand on his arm to try to comfort his subordinate, but jerked his hand back when he remembered the result last time. Not wanting to make the teen panic but aching to comfort him, Roy very softly touched his shoulder. "Fullmetal," He said with as much authority as he could muster at the moment, "You need help, and right now you shouldn't try to stand. I'm going to have to carry you. Is that clear?"

As much as he made it sound like an order, Roy knew that if Edward refused, he wouldn't have the heart to go against his wishes and would have to figure something else out. But he was going to wait for Edward's permission before he did anything.

Ed looked at him with a glare. He didn't trust anyone right now. Not after what happened to him. Truthfully he was afraid of having anyone touch him. Not only was he in pain, but he felt disgusting and unclean. He badly wished he could just take a shower and all the filth he felt would go away, but knew that it wouldn't. He was violated and beaten, and he knew that it would never go away.

"N-No! D-Don't touch me!" Ed said, shrugging away from Roy's touch. He meant it to come out as a harsh snap at the Colonel, but instead his words came out helpless and pitiful. "I-I don't want to go to the hospital! I-I'm fine! My wounds will heal e-eventually..." he said, getting up more carefully this time, gasping every time something hurt, but tried not to cry out and show his pain.

When he was confident he could stand on his own, he wrapped his coat around his body much tighter to shield his sensitive skin against the cold night's air and let go of the wall, limping, waddling, and staggering past Roy and keeping his head down so he wouldn't look the man in the eyes.

Roy blinked after him, uncertain as to what to do now. Getting slowly to his feet, the colonel hesitantly followed Edward down the alley, careful to keep a small distance between them, but close enough that Roy would be able to catch him if he were to stumble. He opened his mouth to try and comfort him in some way, but at that moment they stepped out into the main street. The very familiar main street. Eyes wide, he glanced down the street to see...his house.

Suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he knew it was the only thing he could possibly do at the moment. "F- Edward... My house is right here. I know you don't want to go to a hospital, but you cannot deny you need some help. All I ask is that you come and clean yourself, and rest." He suggested gently. And then added, in an almost pleading voice, "...Please..."

Ed shivered quite noticeably and looked up at the Colonel's house. He had only been there once. It was late one night when he had to return in a report before the next day and the Colonel had already gone home. Ed remembered the long grueling walk from HQ to Mustang's house and barged in on him quite furious. The time he was there, he remembered his living room smelt like burnt wood from the fireplace and freshly brewed coffee.

Ed tried to stand up straight as he stared at the house, he could feel fresh blood running down his legs, and he knew he wouldn't make it all the way back to his apartment. "A-Alright..." he muttered. "B-But I'm going back to my place tomorrow..." he said, being his usual stubborn self. But after being raped, no one could blame him for wanting to hide it.

Roy watched him shiver and wince with pained eyes, knowing any offer to carry him would be refused. But he couldn't just stand by and watch as the young alchemist froze. Slipping off his overcoat, he placed it loosely around Edward's shoulders while careful not to actually touch him and cause him discomfort. As it was, he didn't know if Edward would accept the coat or just toss it back at him, but it was all he could do at the moment.

Ed stopped shaking slightly as he felt something warm drape over his shoulders. He flinched for a moment before realizing that Roy wasn't actually touching him, but that he was just placing his jacket around him to keep him warm. Ed quickly pulled the coat in closer over his dirty and ripped red coat and accepted the warmth.

Without saying a word, he carefully limped over to Roy's front door, waiting for him to follow and unlock it. His eyes looked dead and hollow, like someone had sucked out his soul. They weren't the usual bright gold color, full of determination and strength.

Roy was silently relieved when Edward pulled the coat closer around him instead of rejecting it. The boy refused to look at him, and just limped to his door in silence. Pulling out his key, he swiftly unlocked the door and flicked on the light in the hallway. After removing his boots, he turned back to Edward, and he felt a pang of sympathy that he knew was the last thing the boy wanted. He was just standing in the doorway, head bowed, clutching the coat around him and trembling.

Roy had never before wanted to hold somebody as much as he did that moment. He just wanted to wrap his arms around the shivering and hurting blond, and for a long while he just stood in front of him, not quite sure if he should attempt it. It was the soft sound of a drop of blood hitting the wood floor that finally brought him back to the matter at hand.

"Come on, there's a bathroom just down this hall," he said, pointing.

Ed nodded slowly and began to limp toward the bathroom, feeling the pain between his legs was getting worse as he had to use the wall for support. When he got to the bathroom, he noticed he left bloody hand prints on the Colonel's walls and felt a bit bad about that for a moment.

As soon as he walked into the bathroom, he stood there, not sure what to do now. Normally, he never cleaned wounds like this before. In fact, he usually always went to the hospital when he was hurt. Not this time. The memories of what happened just roughly a half hour ago rushed back into his head and Edward found himself kneeling in front of the toilet, losing whatever contents that were in his stomach. He felt sick. Sick that this even happened. Sick that he couldn't even defend himself. All of this made him want to crawl in a hole and die, and as those thoughts flowed through his head while he vomited, he sobbed.

Without really thinking about it, Roy moved quickly next to Edward to pull his hair back from his face. He was entirely unsure about what he was going to do now. He highly doubted Edward would let him help wash him, after... But he didn't think the blond could even stand on his own anymore.

"Edward, tell me, and tell me honestly. Are you going to be able to stand to take a shower?"

After heaving for a few minutes, Ed was aware that Roy was next to him, pulling his hair back, but he didn't flinch or move away. He looked up at the Colonel sadly and lowered his head again, thinking. He was in a lot of pain, and he was too exhausted to wash himself.

"N-No..." he whimpered, shaking his head as his matted and dirty hair swished back and forth over his shoulders. "I-I don't think... I can..." he said as he slowly sat back on the floor, wincing a bit from the pain. He then risked looking up at Roy again, his eyes beginning to water. "C-Could... you help...me?" he asked very quietly.

Roy's eyes softened and he nodded silently. He knew it must have taken a lot to ask for help right now, and he was determined he would not make Edward regret putting trust in him. They would go at Edward's pace, and Roy wouldn't push him to do anything.

"Just tell me what you want me to do, okay? I'll understand if you tell me to stop."

Ed sat there quietly for a moment as he stared at the floor, taking Roy's words in. He then nodded and looked up at him, holding out a shaky hand. "H-Help me up?" he asked. He wanted to stand up and get rid of these dirty clothes once and for all. His pants, boxers and shoes were already missing entirely, so he didn't need to worry about that. However, knowing that someone else had his clothes made him shiver in disgust.

Roy gently gripped his hand and pulled him up, noting the grimace of pain from Edward as he moved. He started to shrug off the large coat, and Roy took it and tossed it unceremoniously towards the door. It was covered in blood, as was the rest of Edward's clothes and his floor, but at the moment he really didn't care about that. He reached to take Edward's red coat, but hesitated. "Can I...?"

Ed hesitated for a moment, staring at Roy's hand unsure. But he couldn't do this by himself, so Ed nodded slowly and began to slide it off himself as Mustang grabbed it and tossed it with the other coat. Ed then stood there shaking. The only thing left was his ripped shirt. Ed then tried to pull the shirt off him, but stopped, letting out a cry of pain and held onto the sink for support.

Roy quickly caught his arm to hold him steady. He gently tugged at the ripped shirt, pulling it over the blond's head before tossing it into the ever-growing pile of clothing. It was only then that Roy really looked at Edward, really saw what he had been subjected to. Deep cuts decorated his chest in crimson, and his wrist was bright and raw. Dark bruises were scattered across his hips and stomach, and... Roy shut his eyes and looked away, disgusted. Not with Edward - how could he be? - but with the sick man who would do something so evil to only a child.

Ed shivered again and looked up at Roy with a pitiful look on his face. He was still embarrassed by all of this and he didn't want to be in the bathroom for much longer. Without saying a word, he looked to the bathtub then to Roy as if asking him if he was going to fill it up.

Roy took the hint and made sure Edward was steady before going to the bathtub to turn the water on. Keeping his eyes on the steady flow of water filling the tub, he stayed crouched next to the tub, deep in thought. This was certainly not just something that could be taken care of and forgotten about any time soon. It wasn't just another injury to heal and move on for the younger alchemist. This was far more than something as simple as that.

Roy blinked, startled, as he realized while he wasn't paying attention the bathtub had almost started to overflow. Quickly shutting the water off, he straightened and turned back to Edward. The blond was still clutching the sink, barely holding himself up.

"I'm going to put you in the tub now, alright?"

Ed looked up at Roy and then to the tub. He didn't want to be picked up. He didn't want to be touched. "No, I'll get in myself…" he said and began to move toward the tub, but when he found he couldn't do it, he gripped the sink for support again and bowed his head in shame, nodding slowly as he let Roy pick him up and place him in the tub carefully. Ed hissed as the hot water touched his skin and immediately the water began turning a crimson color. Ed bit his lip and leaned back against the tub exhausted, looking like he was ready to pass out.

Noting how the water was already turning red with blood, Roy knew he was going to have to change the water at some point before he took Edward out. But for now, he would just let him soak for a bit as he left to get clothes. As he walked down the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom, he slowed, then stopped, glancing at his hands.

Even with the automail, Edward had been extremely light when he picked him up. Remembering back to the alley, his wrist has seemed so thin, too... Was Edward taking care of himself? A flicker of grief could be seen in onyx eyes for a moment as the man remembered the events of the past month. It wasn't really that surprising that it was affecting Edward to the point of not taking care of himself, but still...

Finally reaching his room, he grabbed a few things from a drawer and made his way back to the bathroom with them.

When Roy walked back into the bathroom, Ed was sitting there slowly scrubbing his left arm with the soap. By the looks of it, Ed was staring into space like he was in a trance and wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing.

Setting the clothes down on the sink, Roy knelt next to the tub and gently took the soap from Edward and began to scrub his back.

Ed jumped a bit, snapping out of his daze as he felt something against his back and looked at Mustang shocked, but also exhausted. He didn't say anything, but he kept his eyes on Roy, watching every move he made and eying where his hands went. He then glanced down at the tub and saw the water had turned completely red. 'I lost a lot of blood...' he thought, feeling his head spin.

Roy could tell Edward was uneasy as he eyed his movements, and he made sure to move slowly and never where Edward couldn't see. After washing his back and the rest of the arm that had been abandoned, Roy reached over and turned the knob to drain the tub. After the last of the bloody water had trickled down the drain, he began to refill it again, watching Edward. He was extremely pale and he looked like he was about to black out.

"Hold on just a bit longer, Fullmetal," He murmured, slowly moving to wash his hair.

Edward looked down at his bruised stomach and raw thighs. He leaned back against the tub to let Roy wash out his bloody and matted hair, but he never took his eyes off of the damage done to his body.

The horrible things that happened to him then rushed back into his head, making him snap out of his daze and he began to freak out. He let out a loud scream and bolted back up into a sitting position, ignoring the pain that was telling him to stop. He then grabbed the soap and started furiously scrubbing at himself, mostly between the legs. He then reached over to turn off the faucet and let the tub drain before he began scrubbing around the drain and the bottom of the bathtub. "Unclean! So dirty! This place is filthy! Have to get out the filth!" he yelled, his voice in a panic as he began to sob and continue muttering things about being unclean, even though the tub was pretty clean aside from the few blood stains.

Startled, Roy quickly reached out to take a hold of Edward's wrist and controlled his voice so it sounded soothing, instead of panicked. "Edward, just calm down. You're safe here, there's no filth. You're safe here, Edward!"

Ed let out another panicked scream and knocked Roy's hand away from his wrist. "NO! Don't touch me!" he cried and went back to scrubbing himself with the soap again. "I'm disgusting! He made me dirty!" he yelled and lifted his head back, letting out a cry of anguish to the ceiling. He then began to shiver from being wet and naked in an empty bathtub and the loss of blood made his head spin. "I-I'm d-disgusting... I'm so unclean... I-I can't g-get the filth out... I-It won't wash away!" he sobbed before falling forward and passing out from the loss of blood and anxiety attack.

Catching him by his shoulders before he hit the side of the bathtub, Roy looked down at him, unconscious but trembling, with pain-filled eyes. Edward...Was that how he felt? Like he was something tainted, dirty, defiled? Like people would be disgusted with him? It sent a stab of pain through his chest to think of Edward feeling that way about himself.

Pulling the blond's head to his chest in a sort of embrace, he wrapped his other arm around the still shaking body and lifted him from the tub. Getting to his feet, he simply held Edward for a short while. He knew he would never be able to hold him like this again. It would be a long time before Edward would trust again, and he knew that. But it still hurt, just a bit.

Eventually, Roy took a towel and began to dry Edward off. His clothes were soaked at this point, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Gently placing him on the sink counter while still keeping an arm wrapped around him to hold him up, Roy rummaged through a drawer before locating some bandages. After a few minutes of difficulty between both supporting Edward and working on him, he finally got the worst of the deep cuts wrapped in the crisp white bandages.

He then snagged the shirt from the other side of the counter and pulled it over Edward before sliding him into a pair of boxers. He decided against pants at the moment, because he knew how sensitive Edward was right now. Lifting him up again, Roy carried him out of the bathroom and down the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom. Laying him down on the bed and arranging the comforter over him, he brushed the golden strands away from closed eyes and noted just how pale the alchemist was. Edward wanted to avoid hospitals; it seemed he didn't want anybody knowing what happened... But if this got any worse, Roy just might be forced to drag him to one. If he loses much more blood...

Sitting on the very edge of the bed, Roy just watched as Edward slept...

End of chapter 1. Please review!