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“Give up already you idiot!” Ed yelled, sweeping Ling Yao’s legs out from under him.
He knew his friend was in there, he wouldn’t give up on him. Ed swung at his friend/enemy’s face, looking dead in his eyes, trying to find a spark of his friend in them, for any semblance of recognition.
“What about your country?” Ed tried, “Have you forgotten about Lan Fan?!”
Ling Yao/Greed’s eyes widen and Ed feels a flicker of hope that his friend is fighting back.
That is until hands catch him by the wrist and suddenly Ed's arm is twisted around, forcing him with it. His arm strained as ligaments and tendons pulled past their limit. The older Elric brother was thrown to the ground, Ling Yao Greed’s weight quickly pinning him to the down as his feet scrambled uselessly in the rock in an attempt to get him off.
“Hey, Paps! I caught him for you!” Greed snickered as Ed growled in his grip.
Ed paused his struggle as the faint sounds of Al’s metal footsteps could be heard from the hallways. He tipped his head back so he could see the doorway. Envy dragged his brother in, depositing a passed-out Gluttony on the ground.
“Man you guys really made a mess of things, didn’t you,” Envy scoffed, “If you had simply behaved yourselves, we would have let you go a long time ago.”
“Brother,” Al called out to him as Envy pushed him firmly to the ground.
“You bastard!” Ed snarled, renewing his struggle.
Ed felt Greed chuckle, gritting his teeth as the homunculus wrenched his arm further back. The pressure increased until Edward couldn’t hold back a cry of pain.
“What should we do with them?” Greed turned to Father, awaiting his command.
“I want them taken to Wrath,” Father waved a hand at them, walking out the door, “So long as they get there alive, I don’t care what you do.”
“Well, well, well,” Greed smirked, “Isn’t today your lucky day? You ready to visit your Fuehrer?”
Ed felt Greed shift his weight just the slightest, the hold on him loosening slightly.
“Over my dead body!” The full metal alchemist shouted, taking the opportunity and throwing Greed off of him.
Edward flipped backward, putting distance between them. He clapped his hands together, trying to use alchemy once more only to find that it was still blocked.
“Why won’t you work!” Ed growled in frustration, dodging Greed’s attempt to tackle him with a well-timed flip.
His hands balled into fists, Ed prepared for another round of fighting.
“BROTHER!” Al’s voice rang out, panicked and full of fear.
The tone of his voice demanded urgent attention and Ed turned to find his brother’s head pulled off. The transmutation circle that bound his brother’s soul to the metal armor was revealed and Envy had a finger poised over it.
“What are you doing?! NO!” Terror ran through Edward.
“Surrender,” Envy commanded, “Or else I smudge this.”
“You wouldn’t dare hurt one of us! You need us!” Ed grit his teeth.
“Are you so sure of that that you would bet your brother’s life on it?” Greed laughed, “Do we need the both of you? Or do we just need you?”
“Brother! What are you thinking?! Run!” Al shouted, “Leave me!”
“I will NOT leave you!” The full metal alchemist shouted, clenching his fists, “That is never an option. I’m not going to leave you!”
Edward looks back up at the face of his friend, “Ling Yao! I know you’re in there! We need your help right about now!”
“I told you, it’s Greed,” Greed sounds exasperated, “How many times is it going to take for you to get to that?”
“So what are you going to choose?” Envy crowed, already knowing the answer.
“I surrender,” Ed sighed, putting his hands in the air.
Greed slinked closer, “You know, you’re more trouble than I thought. I bet we can take care of that.”
Knuckles rammed into Edward’s armpit, right where the metal arm attached to the socket. With a horrifying screech, it shattered, sending mechanical parts scattering everywhere. Edward landed hard on his butt, staring up at Greed in shock, what was left of his broken arm still in his enemy’s grasp. The situation was already bad. And it had just gotten significantly worse.
“That’s one,” Greed hummed, “Now the other.”
“I don’t have another,” Ed made sure to keep his tone steady and held Greed’s gaze, “Just the one.”
Just maybe, he could pull this off. Although he was known for his mechanical arm, not many people knew about his leg as it was usually covered. As long as he kept his leg, they still had a slim chance at escape. Once he had his automail off, it was game over. He knew that and suspected that Greed knew that as well. If they had any chance of escaping, he needed to keep what was left of his automail on.
“Hah, nice try,” Greed laughed, discarding Ed’s arm to the side.
“Are we going to have a problem?” Envy teased, a scritch of her nail dragging across the metal closer to the transmutation circle, closer to his brother’s life, grating in Ed’s ears, “I thought you were going to be a good boy.”
“No,” Ed grit his teeth, still stuck on the ground, propping himself up on his remaining arm.
Greed grabbed Ed by the mechanical ankle, dragging him closer to him. Rocks dug into Ed’s palms as he tried to keep himself balanced. Leveraging the leg, Greed stomped down leaving a sizable dent in the mechanical leg. The second stomp fully crunched it before Greed twisted it off. More mechanical parts rained down on the ground, joining the previous ones from his arm.
Ed looked down at what was left of his leg, a sinking feeling hollowing out his chest. That was it. There was no chance of escape now. He was like a bird whose wings had been clipped. But even still, Ed was not going to give up. Whatever happened, he would make sure that he would get his brother out of this. No matter what it took.
“That’s better,” Greed smiled, “Don’t you think?”
“I agree,” Ed could hear the smugness in Envy’s voice.
“Hah! Just proves how scared you guys are of me,” Edward glared defiantly at Greed. Just because he couldn’t physically fight didn’t mean he wasn’t going to roll over.
“You got rid of his automail,” Envy grumbled, “Maybe you can do something about that attitude of his.”
“I like them like this,” Greed’s smile turned dangerous, “Makes all the better when you finally break their spirit.”
Chills ran up Edward’s spine as a horrible foreboding feeling descended upon him. It ran needle-sharp claws up his back, setting off warning signs.
“Shouldn’t we be going to see the Fuehrer?” Al asked.
Ed was sure Al had felt it too and was trying to get them out of whatever situation they were slowly getting entangled in.
“Oh yes,” Greed agreed, crouching down so he was at eye level with Ed, “But we’re going to have a little fun first. All we have to do is bring you back alive.”
Torture. The realization sunk in. He was going to be beaten to a pulp and then they would drag his broken body up to the Fuehrer. He was no stranger to tactics as such through his work with the military. It was always a possibility, although it wasn’t one he considered much. Edward steeled his resolve. He could do anything for his brother. He would do anything for his brother. He has lived through more injuries and wounds than he could count, his dual automail surgeries just to name one, and he was even guaranteed to make it out alive as promised by Father. He could do this.
“Ooh,” Greed cooed, “Look at the fiery look in your eyes. I do love it when they get like this. You’re just so cute.”
“Who are you calling cute!” Edward raged.
Greed ignored him, reaching behind to grab the back of his shirt.
“What! What are you doing?” Edward was all but shaken out of it, falling completely flat on his back.
The homunculus was on top of him before he could push himself back up, knees digging into what was left of the full metal alchemist’s legs. Ed flinched as a finger pressed where the metal met the flesh of his shoulder.
“Very interesting,” Greed humed, inspecting the broken remains of the automail port, “I guess this is what happens when you can’t regenerate.”
Greed’s finger traced the outline of the metal, nails threatening to dig into the flesh. Slowly more fingers joined the others, turning into a full hand once it reached Ed’s side. He grins at Edward’s obvious discomfort.
“If you’re going to beat me up,” Ed made his voice sound bored, “You might as well just get it over with.”
Greed lets out a “tsk”, sliding his hand down his side, pressing his fingers into each of Edward’s ribs, “Oh my naive alchemist. Just get it over with? I’m going to savor this. But don’t worry, I’ll make it enjoyable for you too.”
Ed’s heart seizes as he realizes just exactly the situation the foreboding feeling was warning him about.
“Get off of me,” Ed kicks his leg out, pushing against Greed with his one hand.
Greed simply overpowers him, skimming his hand along his side, undeterred by Edward’s resistance.
“Stop that! Leave him alone!” Al’s shouting from the sideline.
“Stay still you little-” Envy’s growling out as Edward hears sounds of a scuffle.
But his focus is dragged back to Greed as he settles his hands on the full metal alchemist’s hips. Ed’s breath hitches in his throat.
“So soft,” Greed hums.
Fingers thumb the edge of his waistbands and Edward goes rigid. His thoughts freeze and his single hand goes to grab the offending arm but it's instead pinned above his head.
“What are you doing?! G-Get off me!” Edward’s voice wavers even though he tries to sound angry instead of scared.
Ed threw his weight against Greed’s hold, straining against his pin, his hand actually raising slightly from the ground.
“Woah!” Greed looked genuinely surprised, “Aren’t you a pretty strong one!”
“Ling Yao-!” Ed’s gasping his name, desperately calling for his friend to intervene.
“I told you,” Greek murmurs in his ear, “My name’s Greed.”
Greed smirked, pressing through Ed’s resistance and forcing his arm back down to the ground. The full metal alchemist fought him all the way back down, shaking from the exertion. Finally, Ed feels his muscles start to give and his hand presses back against the floor. Greed readjusted his grip, pulling Ed’s arm all the way up so he was fully stretched out on the ground. The hold on his wrist is constricting and hurts slightly but Ed doesn’t let it show on his face. Neither does he react when Greed’s other hand rubs one of his nipples. Ed is nothing but stubborn, refusing to give up even though he’s down. Even though there’s no way out of this position, he refuses to look at Greed. He won’t give him the satisfaction. It becomes increasingly more difficult when the flicking starts and he can’t help but jolt when pain strikes him due to a hard pinch.
“Ouch! You asshole!” Ed yelps, his leg kicking out instinctively as Greed laughs at him.
Ed bares his teeth at Greed, growling. Anger is his friend. Lashing out is a means of protecting himself, wrapping his underlying emotions in a box. He’s afraid. He’s so so fucking afraid. Greed sits back on his heels in response, his weight digging into his thighs. It also hurts and Edward hisses in pain.
“Get off me, you freak! You’re crushing me!” Ed growls, snarling at Greed.
“How hurtful. I’m not that heavy. You should be thankful that I’m even giving you some foreplay,” Greed huffs, “I could just skip to the good part.”
The touching continues, Greed using one arm to pin the boy down while the other caresses, tickles, and pinches. Fingers skitter down his chest, thumbing his nipples, stopping to feel the spaces between his ribs, and squeezing his definitely non-existent love handles. Ed represses all of his reactions using sheer will, although minute flinches sneak under the radar. Meanwhile, Greed’s watching Edward closely, his eyes dark and rapped with excitement. He doesn’t seem bothered by Ed’s stubbornness, instead, he’s actively delighting in the thrill of the chase.
Ed tried to remain impassive, but the slowly constricting feeling of panic was weaving through his chest and clouding his mind. He tries to squash it down, tries to keep his breathing slow, and tries to stop the angry look on his face from melting into one of fear. But the stress of the situation is starting to make him crack and he can barely hear his thoughts to keep calm over the deafening sound of his heart pounding in his ears. Ed can feel himself losing control of his body’s reactions. He couldn’t help the way his body twitched after a particularly hard pinch to the nipple.
“Stop! Don’t touch him! Leave him alone, please! ” He can hear Al struggling against Envy, the telltale sounds of his metal body moving.
Edward tries to turn his head to look at his brother, only for Greed to grab him by the face, forcing him to stay looking forward.
“Tsk, tsk,” Greed clicks his tongue, “Don’t look away. I do love watching the emotions swirl in those pretty eyes of yours.”
Ed glares back at him, debating how much trouble spitting in his face would get him. The train of thought is immediately lost as the fingers trace lower, dragging past his belly button and pausing to thumb the waistband of his briefs. Ed freezes, his thoughts simultaneously racing and coming to a screeching halt. Greed hooks his finger around Edward’s briefs, pulling them out to look inside.
“I guess everything about you is small,” Greed smirks.
For the first time, Ed agreed. Everything about him felt so little right now. He was so much smaller than the man atop him, was too young to even be thinking about doing what they were about to do, and too helpless to do anything to stop it. Instead, Edward let anger flood through his senses to overtake all the fear, the feeling familiar and strangely comforting.
“Hey!” Edward snarled, twisting in Greed’s grip, “Who are you calling small!”
He kicks his leg, getting it underneath him and bucking up in an attempt to throw Greed off of him. But the homunculus is way bigger than him and, although he said he wasn’t, was too heavy to be thrown by the power of just one leg. Greed sits his weight back, letting Edward struggle until the boy is left panting underneath him, unable to do much more than glare up at him.
“You done?” Greed taunts and Ed bares his teeth at him.
Ed can only watch as Greed raises a hand to bop him on the nose with a smile.
“So cute,” Greed hums, “You’re so expressive. I wonder what other faces you’ll make. I can’t wait to be your first.”
The thought sickens Ed. Greed’s hand slides lower, this time it goes past his waistband and grabs his dick. Edward all but jolts at the touch. He’s not even hard but his hyper-awareness brings a new kind of sensitivity to the feeling. Ed realizes that this is really happening and reality hits him hard, almost like someone punched him in the stomach. Just as if the air was knocked out of him, all his anger evaporates, abandoning him in his time of need.
“W-Wait, Gree-” Ed stammers, only to be cut off as the homunculus gives him a pump.
Greed barely applies any pressure, but it still creates a foreign feeling: a weird coiling sensation deep in his gut. The homunculus slides his hand all the way down to the base, sliding the foreskin back. Ed’s hot flesh throbs as the hand draws back up, squeezing tighter as it moves further up. Shame burns in Ed’s cheeks. His attention is drawn to Greed’s gaze and he finds desire and possessiveness burning just as brightly. The homunculus licks his own lips, his tongue swiping around sharpened teeth. Ed’s eyes follow the movement. The homunculus leans in and Ed expects another snarky comment to come his way but instead, his eyes widen as lips press against his. Ed tries to pull back but the unyielding ground offers no sympathy.
Greed strokes him again, this time, keeping up a steady pace. Ed squeezes his eyes shut, unable to watch as his body reacts to the stimulus. Humiliatingly, he’s starting to get hard. His own bodily reactions are not up to him anymore, instead, they lay, literally, within the hands of Greed. A finger swipes around the head of his cock, smearing precum around the head of it. It eases the slide of his hand around Ed’s dick but also encourages Greed to go faster. There’s a slight hitch in Ed’s breath which is swallowed hungrily by Greed’s mouth. A hot tongue licks his lips and shivers run down his back. When Greed pulls back, a string of saliva connects their lips.
Edward just stares up at him, unable to bring himself to say anything for once. No testy comment, no angry retort, no biting answer. He puts all his effort into ignoring the building pressure, the one that threatens to overflow and snap. He forces his hips to remain still, refusing to let them chase the pleasure Greed’s touch brings. His fingers dig into the hand Greed’s using to restrain him, squeezing as if it’s his lifeline.
“Not so talkative now, huh,” Envy snarks from the sideline; Edward refuses to look at her or his brother.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not going to hurt you,” Greed’s voice is soft and low; Ed hates how it almost sounds caring.
Ed comes to realize that Greed is saying this because he’s shaking. His body trembles, both from the stimulation and from the fear running through him.
“You have hurt me,” Ed chokes out, his throat feeling dry, “You are going to hurt me.”
“No, I’m going to make us both feel good,” Greed purrs, his voice rumbling in his ear promising endless pleasure or torment from Ed’s point of view.
Suddenly, Al’s voice rings out in the room.
“Me! Take me!” Al’s cries out, “Please! Please don’t do this to him!”
Ed’s hair slides in the dirt as he slowly turns it to look at his brother. His armor helmet is still discarded to the side, lying there expressionless, but Edward can feel the desperation in his brother’s voice. This causes Greed to pause his ministrations, allowing the tension in his abdomen to dissolve.
“Hmmmm,” Greed seems to ponder the offer for a second.
Ed blinks as stares at his brother. In this sobering moment, Edward has no fear. Not a shred of remorse for what is about to happen to him. He would do anything for his brother. He knows his brother would do anything for him. Gods, he lost his body following Ed’s stupid ideas. Now it was his turn to lose his for Al.
“Anything. I’ll do anything. Just leave him out of it,” Edward stares intently, trying to reach into Greed’s soul.
Ed was limp with submission, resolute in his decision.
“Anything you say,” Greed's smile grew, “What a good boy. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
“No! Brother! What are you trying to do? What are you thinking? Run! Get up and run!”
Al’s voice is brimming with tears that his metal body cannot shed. Edward wishes he could give his brother a hug. He does feel sorrow for what his brother will have to witness. He wishes he was stronger, strong enough that they were never put in this position. There’s a jingle of a belt but Ed refuses to look, instead keeping his eyes on his brother.
“For him,” He repeats the mantra in his head, engraving the sight in his mind so he can remember what he was staying strong for, “Anything for him.”
“Suck.” Greed demands and Ed turns his head to find a dick hovering in front of his mouth as Greed straddles him.
Ed feels hollow as he complies, hesitantly opening his mouth. Greed guides the head of his dick and rests it on his tongue. Ed’s nose wrinkles at the taste, the precum salty and unpleasant. He’s unsure what to do next, but Greed takes the initiative and wedges himself all the way down his throat. It’s thick and long and Edward immediately gags. He wretches, a horrible gurgling choking noise wrenching from his chest. He tries to bring his arm up to push the homuculus off but Greed keeps a firm hold on his wrist, refusing to pull back and letting the boy underneath him spasm.
“Ahhh!” The homunculus exclaims, “Doesn’t that feel good! Well, for me at least. I’d recommend getting it real wet, for your sake.”
Ed tries to calm the panic seeping into him, reminding himself of the steady resolve he had moments ago. He tries to stop swallowing around the intrusion as it only seems to make him gag more. Thankfully, Greed lets him adjust for a moment but when the homunculus’s hips get twitchy, Ed tries to buy himself more time by running his tongue experimentally along the length of Greed’s dick.
Greed groans, so Ed takes it that he’s doing something right, repeating the action. It results in Greed sinking further down, pressing his hips against Edward’s face causing him to start gaging again. He realizes after a few seconds that that’s the least of his problems as he can’t breathe in this position. Ed’s chest starts to tighten and he can’t tell if it’s from the lack of oxygen or panic. He forgets to resist swallowing around the intrusion and his body heaves again. In a blind panic, he manages to pull his remaining hand out from Greed’s grip. He grabs at Greed’s hips, fingers digging in, fighting to push him back. The homunculus just laughs, but mercifully pulls his hips up. Edward gasps, coughing as saliva runs down his face only to have his head hit the ground as Greed shoves himself back in.
It seemed that his patience had run thin as he started thrusting into the boy’s mouth, moaning lewdly.
“No wonder you’re so mouthy!” Greed exclaims as Ed chokes underneath him, “You were just waiting for someone to shut you up.”
Ed feels sick to his stomach, the rough pace making him constantly gag and feel like he’s going to throw up. He fights the urge, worried that it’ll only make things worse, that maybe Greed wouldn’t even stop. His head hurts and it digs into the ground, pressed down by Greed’s pelvic bone hitting his nose. He can barely breathe between the thrusts, gulping down air in the few moments he gets. Even though he’s trying to time it, Greed seems insistent on following no particular pace so he can’t. The homunculus’s dick hits the back of his throat again and Ed’s body seizes up and he squeezes his eyes shut. Tears leak from the corners, a mixture of both reflexes and emotions. He just wants this to be over with. He just wants everything to stop.
When it finally does, Greed pulls off him and spares him a moment to roll on his side and breathe. His chest aches from the lack of oxygen and he spits out a wad of saliva that pools in his mouth. His tears drip to the ground to mix with it and he wipes his face with his arm. He quivers on the ground, his head hanging in what could only be described as defeat. It hasn’t even been 30 seconds before Greed grabs him by the leg and pulls him back towards him. Edward’s heart sinks in his chest. For just a moment, he allowed himself to believe that it was over.
He turns to face Ling Yao.
“No, Greed,” Edward reminds himself, trying to banish the thought of his previous friend doing this to him. It’s difficult when Greed’s wearing his face and using his body as a weapon against him.
Hands grab his boxers and Edward’s face flushes with fear. His heart hammers in his chest as he’s stripped of his last piece of clothing. The last buffer between him and everyone’s prying eyes. He has one hope. He holds onto hope that his friend is still in there, fighting for control. Fighting to save him. The full-metal alchemist stares into Ling Yao’s eyes, searching for that hope.
“Ling Yao!” Ed shouts, “You got to be in there!”
Greed’s pulling his boxers over his feet and Edward's voice pitches up in panic, “Ling Yao! Hey! Ling Yao!”
“I told you, it’s Greed,” The homunculus growls.
Maneuvering him by the leg, Greed rolls him onto his stomach. Ed can’t decide whether to fight him or not. It was going to happen anyway, he had to protect his brother. It left Ed feeling helpless. Then the head of Greed’s dick bumps into his thigh, smearing precum all over it, and fear overtakes him, deciding for him. Ed’s trying to wrestle those arms around his waist loose but it’s hard with only one hand. He sinks his nails as deep as possible, clawing at Greed who’s lining him up. But all his fighting is in vain as Greed controls him with little difficulty. He can’t stop him! He can’t stop him!
“Li-ng Yao! Help us out here!” Ed’s voice breaks as he surges forward in an attempt to crawl away only for a hand to fist his long blond locks.
He’s hauled back by his hair, pulled down with such force that Ed’s neck jolts in pain. Greed all but flops down on top of him, Edward’s back bowing from the weight as he presses down. His knees hurt from the rocks on the ground and Ed can barely hold himself up with his one arm. He feels it prod him from behind.
Ed wishes to be spared from this fate. His only respite is that at least he slobered on Greed’s dick. He hopes that’s enough for lube. Edward’s legs strain against the ground, trying to lift his hips away but Greed holds him firm. He feels the moment Greed’s dick slots up against his butthole. He knows the homunculus does too because he’s pressing his hips forward with steady pressure. Ed seizes up as he feels himself start to give, his hole submitting to the unyielding pressure. However, his sphincter muscles are uncooperative and fight back, refusing to go down without a fight. Leveraging his weight, Greed presses harder and it has Ed gritting his teeth and squirming, all his muscles straining in an attempt to go anywhere that would get him away.
The head pops inside, pain shooting through his system, and Ed screams. He feels as if someone has impaled him from the inside out. It’s all-encompassing and hurts like nothing, no injury, has ever before. Ed forgets how to breathe in that moment.
“S-sto-op!” Ed gasps, “Slo-ow! P-ple-ease!”
It doesn’t stop there. The homunculus is unrelenting as he slides further in, as Ed’s fingers claw uselessly into the rocks, trying to ground himself in all the pain. Greed can feel the resistance as he shoved further in, Ed’s body sucking him in, blissfully tight. Blissful for him at least.
“That’s right, take it,” Greed’s words feel slimy in Edward's ears.
But he can’t take it. It’s all too much. It hurts and there’s no escape, there’s no even slowing down. Through the haze of panic and pain, Edward calls out to the one person who always had his back.
“A-AH-AL!” Edward wails, “H-Help! Plea-s-se!”
His voice cuts off as a hand wraps around his throat and squeezes. Ed’s chest seized, trying to draw in breath only to be blocked by Greed's hold. His hand instinctively reached up to pry Greed’s grip off him, leaving his face in the dirt, only for the homunculus to grab the offending arm, twisting it behind his back. Then he was thrusting up, sheathing his dick as far into Edward as it could go, pounding into the older Elric brother using his strangling grip to pull Edward down into his thrusts. Edward’s head spun as a strangled sound managed to escape his lips. Pressure built in his chest and he started heaving in an attempt to suck air in. The pain in his ass mixed with the pain in his chest and Ed feels lost within the sensations as vision starts to swirl with black. Mercifully, the hand around his neck loosens and Ed gasps in panting breaths.
“Don’t go passing out yet,” Greed teases, arm snaking around Ed’s chest.
He doesn’t stop, forcing Ed to continue, pulling him back into each thrust. The way the boy squeezes around him, tightening down on every thrust is ecstasy. Every twitch and flutter of his legs as he takes the boy deeper and harder, the way his back arches underneath his weight, and his desperate gasps for air as he fights to catch his breath. Ed shakes even more as Greed knocks his legs further apart, a reedy keen forcing its way out of his mouth as the homunculus hits a certain spot deep within him.
Slowly, the pain radiating up his backside lessens, and something even worse starts to happen. Pleasure starts to build in his lower abdomen. It makes his own dick start to twitch and he can’t help the weak groans that escape him when Greed strikes his prostrate, hard and deliberate. He can imagine the smirk on the homunculus’s face at his reactions. Greed’s thrusts are long and unyielding, nearly pulling all the way out before slamming all the way back in. The friction it creates coils around Ed and his gasps start to sound more like pants. That coil of pleasure is getting tighter and Ed can feel it building on top of itself. His body starts to shake; he can feel it coming. It felt like drowning, submerged beneath his own pleasure like this. Dragged out by the currents, Ed is swept away and has no choice but to sink beneath its waves. Pleasure so rich and deep, bubbling inside him from unwelcomed touches he wanted to flee could only make him writhe. Ed can feel himself breaking.
“Greed,” Ed’s voice is barely a whisper, almost inaudible between the wet slaps of Greed’s hips hitting his.
The homunculus still hears him, “Hey! You got my name right! What’s up, my little spitfire?”
Edward bites his lip, afraid of what’s to come if they continue. Greed pauses his thrusts and Ed can’t decide if he’s relieved or frustrated by the lack of action. The latter feelings scare him. The homunculus pulls all the way out of him before rolling him back over to his back. For the first time since it started, Ed’s able to look at Greed’s face. Or morely, Ling Yao’s face that Greed inhabits. He can see the flush that streaks his cheeks red, the desire and greed for more barely contained in his eyes, and the beads of sweat that drip down his face and plink onto his chest. It makes it so much worse. He feels like he’s looking at his friend. His friend would never never do this even though his body certainly is. He belatedly wonders if he looks the same.
Greed raises an eyebrow, silently encouraging him to continue speaking. Shame burns Ed’s face, “I need a break. I was-I was…close.”
Edward wants to cover his face with his hands. But one lays broken on the ground beside him and the other still remains in Greed’s grasp. Instead, he gets to watch as Greed’s face splits into a frightening grin. He pushes back in, sliding all the way back to the hilt. In this new position, the homunculus hits his prostate straight on and Ed wails.
“Oh ya!” Greed slams his mouth down on Edward’s as he starts back up again.
He gasps into the kiss, trying to suck in enough air, only for Greed to stick his tongue in. They fight for dominance, Ed trying to spit the offending appendage out of his mouth as Greed shoves it as far down as he can get it. Ed wonders how people find this sexy. Edward jolts as Greed simultaneously strikes his prostrate and bites down on his lip. The taste of blood explodes into Ed’s mouth but Greed doesn’t let up.
Edward groans into his mouth as Greed shifts closer, settling further between his legs and pressing them wider. He cups his hands under the small of Ed’s back, tilting his hips up and sinking in even deeper. With the new angle, he can feel the pressure building even quicker than it did before, Greed working Ed back into that burning arousal with precise, pounding strokes. Ed’s legs twitch reflexively with each thrust, walls fluttering around Greed's dick. The homunculus takes him ceaselessly and the tightness in the full metal alchemist’s abdomen threatens to explode. Greed abandons his mouth, a string of silva and blood still connecting them, to run a long tongue from his collarbone to his neck. When Greed gets to the top, he gives him a little nip.
“H-Hey!” Ed’s voice hitches in his throat, arching his back as a shiver runs down it.
Spurred on by his reactions, Greed sinks his teeth into where the automail met his shoulder and Ed tips over the edge. It’s humiliating for Ed to give into the feeling, but he has no choice but to follow what Greed’s forcing his body to do.
“A-Ah!” Ed’s voice pitches upward, his body going rigid around the cock within him as his orgasm shoots through him.
Thick ropes of cum spurted from his dick, dripping onto his stomach as his leg kicked feebly. Greed fucked him through it, not stopping but he did have the decency to slow down for him. Only once Edward had finished his orgasm and went slack in his hold did Greed release his bite from the flesh on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the reddened skin.
“That’s one!” Greed’s called out, ““How was that? Bet that was the first time someone’s ever made you feel like that.”
Greed kept the pace steady as shivers racked through Ed’s body. The older Elyric brother was gasping, trying to catch his breath as overstimulation shook him down to his core. Shame hits the boy like a truck and Ed finds that he can’t look anywhere else besides Greed, afraid to see his brother. Greed leaned in, his breath hot against Edward’s ear.
“I hope you’re ready 'cause you’re not done yet,” He whispered, “I love the way you feel, wrapped around my cock, when you can’t hold back your orgasm anymore.”
Ed’s eyes widened as Greed readjusted his grip. Thick legs pushed beneath him arching his back as Greed spreads his leg out wider. The bend in his back is a little uncomfortable, but that’s nothing compared to the sensitivity he was feeling. It feels like his whole body is on fire, every nerve lit aflame by the slightest bit of friction.
“You sure seemed to like it when I bit you,” Greed smirks, beginning the first of what would be an onslaught of hickies.
Noises are spilling from Edward’s lips, but he can barely worry about that, instead squirming to escape from the barrage of oversensitivity. Greed bites down hard on his neck, on his chest, and more on the place where his automail meets his shoulder. He draws blood and leaves hickies, mixing pain with pleasure with more pain. Greed pounds into his prostrate, unrelenting in his accuracy.
Overstimulation quickly grips Edward as he has no way to escape the unwanted sensations. Ed felt the world tunnel around him and panic started to seep into his body. The touches kept coming, unyielding to Edward’s obvious panic. There was no way out. He couldn’t do this. He could barely handle this and he knows there’s worse to come. But he had to follow instructions or Envy would smear the circle and that would forever sever the connection between Al’s soul and the armor and he would never see him again…
Edward’s chest is constricting around itself, threatening to implode from all the pressure as his thoughts swirl with fear.
“Brother!”
He wants to curl into himself but Greed keeps him spread open, leaving no place for him to hide. A particularly hard pinch to his left nipple has him gasping for air. When was the last time he was able to get a breath in?
“Brother! You need to breathe!”
He couldn’t hear overtop the rushing in his ears and the thudding of his heart beating but he could make out that the voice was his brother’s. His brother, who he was failing to protect. Oh god. His brother, who was watching all this happening to him. Who was going to watch everything that was about to happen to him. Edward felt dizzy, the world seemed to be spinning around him in a hurricane. His vision swirls with colors. His chest spazzed with sporadic breaths, each gasping and way too short.
“BROTHER! EDWARD! BREATH! PLEASE!”
Ed latched his attention onto Al’s voice, clinging to it desperately amidst all the sensations. He takes one shaky, breath in.
“That’s it, listen to your brother, kid.”
Edward tries his best to listen. Tries to keep his thoughts from getting lost in the swirl of pleasure-pain-pleasure-pain that Greed keeps him trapped within. Ed finds that his arm is free and he’s digging his nails into Greed’s back, leaving scratches.
“Li-hck-ng Yao!” Ed’s begging, words spilling from his lips.
Greed doesn’t listen and keeps going, laughing, "That's not my name. Maybe I'd be able to hear you call me."
"Gr-eeed!" Ed's voice shakes as another orgasm wrenches its way through his body, "PLEASE! Mercy! HAaaAH!"
"Music to my ears," Greed purrs, "Too bad that only makes me want to hear more. Maybe I need a little more convincing."
Desperate to find an end, Ed begs for a break, for a moment of relief, to be spared from the onslaught of stimulation until his words and the surroundings blur together. Everything keeps going, dragging Edward along with it. There’s a moment where everything implodes again. But it still doesn’t stop. Ed feels like there’s an elephant sitting on his chest. The darkness and static fuzzes around him and Ed gratefully surrenders to it. He lets himself get lost in the black.
Then there’s nothing and Ed’s discarded from the hands. More words swim past his ears, something about ‘not being fun anymore’. Ed shutters on the ground, laying there like a broken doll. His surroundings slowly come back into focus but he feels different. There’s nothing left in him. It’s like he’s been hollowed out.
There’s hands on him again, but this time they’re cold and smooth and unmistakably his brothers. In the swarms of color, Ed’s eyes manage to make out his brother’s steel body: large and silver. A shiver racks his body and Ed closes his eyes.
“Brother, I’m here,” Al’s voice wobbles.
His metal hand grabs Ed by the arm to gather him up but it no longer feels like metal. It feels like flesh and Greed’s come back again and he going to-
“Do-Don’t touch me!” Ed’s voice sounds different even to him and he’s trying to scrabble away.
But there’s no energy left in his body and his pathetic attempts result in nothing. The hands don’t return to him though and Ed’s allowed a moment to settle. His vision clears and he realizes that ‘oh, it’s just Al in front of him’. He lets his eyes fall closed again. Al’s here now. It’s going to be okay. Everything is okay as long as they have each other.
Al reaches a hand out to him and Ed expects him to touch him again but it hovers in front of him, silently asking for his permission. Edward raises one shakey hand and places it in Al’s outstretched one. Slowly, Al pulls him up to a sitting position and the older Elric brother lets him.
Al dresses him; Edward’s barely able to follow along to help him. His mind floats, he thinks about nothing, he feels like he’s watching from the outside. Arms scoop him up and Ed flinches. Oh. It’s just Al carrying him because he’s useless without his leg. Useless. But the cold of the armor is a stark difference from the heat of Greed’s body on his and Ed leans into it appreciatively. Al makes him feels safe even though they are still in the hands of the homunculi.
“How are you doing?” Al’s voice is soft, barely a whisper.
How was he doing? Ed felt…he felt nothing. Ed doesn’t answer partly because the words don’t come to him, partly because he doesn’t know how he’s doing. He’s just…nothing. Cradled in Al’s shielding arms, Ed watches the scenery change as Al carries him somewhere. He barely remembers the path even though he’s sure he kept his eyes open. Where are they even going? Oh ya. To the Fuehrer.
Al gently deposits him from his arms and puts him into a seat. Ed gets a glimpse of himself in the windows behind the Furherur. His hair is dirty, stuck up in every angle, and his bangs are rumpled. He’s bloody with bruises and scratches from the fight that are scattered all over him. His clothes hang off him, hiding the hickeys and bites that adorn his chest but there’s no hiding his lips and neck. Ed looks at his disheveled beaten appearance and he feels nothing. He and the Ed in the window stare into each other eyes. Ed wonders what window Ed thinks of him.
Ed feels a stare burning into him and he slowly turns his head. Roy is sitting beside him, taking in his appearance. His horror is palpable and Ed supposes that he should be feeling the same. But he feels nothing. His body just feels like a cage to house his mind, something to stop it from floating away. A hand intertwines in his and Ed turns to see Al sitting with him on the other side. Ed lets his head fall back against the back of the chair and his eyes flicker shut. His head clouds with more fuzz and Ed feels himself drift further away. He could trust that Al and Colonel Mustang could handle whatever was going on here. The meeting commences and Edward doesn’t make a single comment.