Well, still alive. I'm doing a horrible job at loving this plunnie, but hopefully I'll will be inspired soon. Til then, enjoy!

Ed whimpered as his rock hard erection was slowly stroked. As the hand on his throbbing organ began to move up and down in a slow agonizing movement, Edward arched his back.

"Please...Unh..." Edward muttered, tossing his head from side to side. His hands had been bound to the heab board with what felt like a thick strip of leather, while a thck black cloth had been tied around his eyes. His hands ached so bad; he wanted to touch the one giving him this painfully slow pleasure. But all he could do was moan and beg for the man's touch to get harder. It really didn't help that the man was breathing huskily in his ear.

"Now, now Fullmetal. I think you can do much better then that." Edward groaned as the hand around his member slowed. He tried to buck his hips into the hand, but his hips were held firmly down by another hand. Groaning, Edward threw his head back into the pillows.

"Unh...Please..." He wanted a name. Edward wanted to match voice with face; face with name. He needed to know. He felt the name almost jumping to his tongue as a slick wet sensation traced his ear.

"Ah...Dammit..." Edward couldn't help it. He needed to know. And these pleasent distractions weren't helping any.

"Will you do something for me Fullmetal?" That sweet voice was back in his ear, his hand movements quickening again. Edward groaned, unable to make a comprehentable sentence. He just nodded his head, trying to focus on anything but the sweet pleasure coursing through him. He was close; too close.

"Anything I ask?" The voice continued, making Edward squirm and arch, the fire behind his spine growing unbareable.

"Fuck! Yes, yes, YES!" Edward swore, bucking widly under the taller man, so close to coming it hurt. Soon though his thoughts were distracted as the hand had slowed it's pace and another was pulling off the blindfold. Opening his golden eyes, Edward peered into smouldering obsidean. Edward took in the man's face as the hand on his member stroked quicker; the pale skin shining with sweat, the dark eyes, midnight hair, and playful smirk. Biting his lip, Edward had to resist coming right at the image.

Then it clicked. Voice with a face, face with a name. Voice, deep but soft, playful but husky, face pale and kind but stern and beautiful, and the name. The name is what Edward cried out when his seed splashed over his chest and the man's hand.

"Roy!" Edward screamed, his hands clamping around his groin, which was now soaked with semen. Flushing and gasping in embarrassment, Edward felt as though he could crawl under a rock and never resurface. Roy Mustang. His superior officer, starky bastard millionare, and here Edward was having wet dreams about him. Not to mention he actually came from the mere sight of the other alchemist's face. He didn't know what he would do if Mustang ever found out about his dreams. Probably take away his title as an alchemist first off, as it was against the rules to engage in a relationship in the military, much less about another man. Second, he'd probably spit on him and tell him that he hated him. Maybe Roy'd even set him on fire just for the hell of it. Who knew?

Taking a few seconds to look around, Edward noticed that he wasn't in the same room that he had been in the night before. This room looked more like a cell. The walls were stone, there was no furniture and the bed was uncomfortable. Glancing down, the blonde saw that he was stark naked. He could feel the blush flame up across his face and suddenly, he really wanted to crawl in that hole and die. Edward tried to move his arms, but he noticed with a sick sinking feeling that his wrists and ankles were bound with thick leather straps that cut deep into his skin. He groaned. His life was officially sucking right about now.

Before Edward could wallow even deeper in his self-pity, he heard footsteps outside of the room. Hurridly, the short alchemist wiped his legs clean with the blanket he was using to cover himself with. Ed rolled over on his side, back to the door, to appear as though he were still asleep. He pulled the blanket around him as best as he could to cover his nakedness, but knew that the paper-thin sheet would provide nothing for that cause.

The door opened and Edward could hear that their were a few people in the room, not just one. Shutting in eyes in what he hoped was nonchalaunt, Edward stilled himself and listened to the murmurred voices.

"Well Envy, I'll hand it to you. He's perfect." A woman spoke, her voice soft and kind. Edward guessed this was Dante. Who else could it be after all? "But who would have thought. You, choosing your own brother to be such an...intimate part of our little family." She continued. Edward could practically feel the growl bubbling in Envy's throat.

"Shut up! Our father," He said, spitting out the word 'father' as though it were some deformed creature. "was nothing but a coward! And Edward needs to understand that." Envy muttered the last part, so much more softly then before. Edward was surprised to hear him calling him something other then Pride.

"Ho ho? Calling by his mortal name now Envy? Didn't know you had it in you." Lust spoke from somewhere in a corner. Envy growled.

"Tonight, Edward Elric is going to die. Edward Elric is going to understand what a disgrace his father is and he will welcome us with open arms! He'll gladly take the name Pride over Elric after what he will learn." Envy said, poison dripping from his words, and an obvious grin on his face. Edward could feel a cold chill rippling down his spine. What the hell did that mean? He knew everything there was to know about Hohenheim. He already did see the coward his father was...but was there more? He couldn't be sure, but he knew their had to have been something.

"Envy," Dante spoke, "You must not forget. Hohenheim Elric was a very skilled Alchemist. Edward doesn't know of his associations with Dr. Tim Marcoh and Nash Tringham." She said, her voice calm and motherly.

"Yes well, he's going to find out soon enough." Edward could feel the vibrations as Envy stepped over to him and began stroking his hair ever so lightly. It took everything Ed not to cringe away from the touch or clentch his eyes. Envy bent down and placed a whisper soft kiss on Edward's forehead before stepping away from him and addressing the others.

"Ok Dante," Ha! Edward knew he was right. "Tell me exactly how this is going to work." He said, his voice low and almost threatening.

"Hehe, playing the perfect big brother aren't you Envy?" Growl. "He, very well. Pretty much what's going to happen is we are going to kill him. The chloroform should be wearing off by now. Once he wakes up, we'll take him down into the Chambers where we have set up the circle. Then, you get to tell him the dramatic truth about your father," Insert giggles from Wrath here. "then he'll accept his death and be brought back without any complications. He'll still be the same old Edward Elric but with a new name and new power." She finished.

"And what if he resists the tranformation? What if he doesn't care?" Envy yelled, sounding as though he had been holding it in for a very long time. Edward wanted to turn around, to see what he was angry at, but the blonde wouldn't dare risk something like that. Not now anyways.

"Well...if he resists..." She paused, and Edward had to think weither she was saving up for a dramatic conclusion. "Then we rip his soul from the gate forcefully and erase his memories. After that, we can teach him everything we want or need him to know." She finished. Edward felt his whole body go ridged. Ripping of his soul did not sound good. Nor the erasing memories. Ed opened his eyes a peek and glanced around. There were no other doors, no where to run. He'd have to try though.

"Hey," Envy said, sounding slightly suspicious. "He's waking up." Ed froze for a second, before realizing that everyone was looking at him. Silently he cursed himself for ever moving, then opened his eyes very slowly as to show he had just indeed awoken. Glancing around, he feigned shock and jumped up, glaring at everyone in the room. He didn't feign that part though. Every Sin was there. Lust in the corner, Glunttony next to her, Greed and Mischief guarding the door, Sloth next to Dante, Wrath at her hip, Misery on the otherside of Dante, and Envy by the bed he was on.

"What the hell's going on?" He snapped at Dante, who merely smiled. She waved her hand to Greed and Mischief who stepped forward, both looking very eager. Envy looked reluctant to move, but did so anyway to allow the two to have access to Edward. The blonde looked around for somewhere to go, but failed miserably. Before he ould think of a way to escape, Greed scooped him up and slung him over his shoulder, stark naked. Edward felt a blush engulf his face when he saw Envy lick his lips at the sight. He struggled in a futile attempt to be put down, but Mischief just laughed and gave his backside a rough slap.

"Ouch!" He yelped, glaring and growling at her. But by the way Envy was laughing, he was sure there was a hand print on his butt. He also heard Dante laugh.

"Alright children. Enough for now. You can play with Pride tomorrow after he's all healed up." With that said, she turned and walked out of the room, everyone following. Envy and Mischeif were the last ones in the line, trailing right behind Greed, who still held a struggling Edward Elric. Envy grinned when Ed glared at him. The long hair boy darted forward and placed a small kiss on the blonde's cheek, making the shorter alchemist sputter and rage. Mischief just barked out a laugh.

"Oh, if you think that's bad, try being able to read his mind and knowing all the dirty things he wants to do with your-" She started.

"I think that's enough!" Envy cut in, a slight blush on his face. Mischief chuckled. "Well, if you say so."

It didn't take long for them to reach where they were going. It was similar to the room Edward was just in. It was built of stone, with blood smeared on the walls in sloppy transmutation circles. On the ground was a perfect transmutation circle with two alters sitting in the middle of it. Edward shivered and struggled again, not wanting to go anywhere near the circle, much less in it. Envy slapped him hard across the face grinning like a maniac the whole time.

Greed proceeded to carry him to one of the alters in the circle and drop him on it without warning. Yelping at the sudden cold on sensitive areas, Ed tried to get off, but was pushed back down. Mischief pulled his bound arms over his hand and linked them to a chain at the top. Greed did the samething with his ankles, then moved up, pausing to lick Ed's hand before moving away. If Edward could have hit him, he would have, but alas, the chains made that damn near impossible.

Mischif bent her face close to his and shoved a black cloth in his mouth. He tried to spit it back out, but Greed yanked his head forward so the demonic girl could tie it firmly behind his head. She bit at his forearm almost lovingly before moving away, gripping Greed's hand and they went. Lust and Gluttony moved forward next. Lust smiled at him, almost as thought she were sad she were apart of this, but bent down and kissed his chest, leaving a purple lipstick mark. She reached up and pulled the cloth from his mouth, which he opened in order to scream at Lust, but Glunttony shoved his tongue into his mouth before a word could pass through his lips. Luckily for the fat slob, he pulled his tongue out before Edward's teeth nearly tore it off. Lust stuffed the cloth back in his mouth before nodding to Gluttony to leave.

By now, the short blonde was raising hell from the ground, bucking and wriggling to get off the stone slabe he had been placed on. Sloth and Wrath stepped forward, and Ed immediately ringed from both of them. Sloth cupped his face in her hands and smiled softly at him.

"Edward..." she mumurred. "Your going to be my little man again Edward..." And for a split second, Edward could almost see his mother gazing back at him, but the image was ruined when a slick sensation ran along his foot. He glared down at Wrath, who gave a grin that could give Mischief a run for her money. Sloth kissed his shoulder and moved out of sight, taking Wrath with her. Edward knew who was coming next and really started looking for a way out.

And sure enough, Envy and Misery came into view. Misery moved behind his head where he couldn't see her. He felt her tilt his head forward and place a kiss on the back of his neck. She moved away, not waiting for Envy. The feminine boy grinning playfully down at Ed.

"This isn't so bad is it Pide?" He said smirking before bending down and sinking his teeth into the blonde's upper thigh. Edward muffled scream could be heard through the black cloth over his mouth, and tears of pure pain found their way down his face. His leg was burning, and his screams were getting louder. Somehow, his entire body was being engulfed in invisible flames, all coming from the bites and kisses and licks each sin had made. A gentle hand was placed on his forehead, but it did not make the pain any gentler. Instead, it made him scream louder. A soft voice shushed him, and after a few moments, the pain had been reduced to a dull throb. His throat ached like it never had before; he hadn't realised he had been screaming that much. He looked up to see Dante smiling lovingly down at him, as if he were her own son. She looked at him for a moment, before turning away and calling out to the other sin.

"Envy...would you like to tell him the tale of the Dragon Alchemist or should I?" She said, look at the palm-haired boy just as gentle as she had Edward. Envy ended up shaking his head no and turning away to glare at a wall. Dante smiled at him still and turned back to the blonde bound on the alter.

"Well Edward," she began, being polite enough to use his first name. "Like so many other stories, this one too begins with 'Once Upon A Time'. So, once upon a time, there was a young boy who lived in Ancient Xerxes as a slave. He was illiterate and was known as 'Number 23'. A homunculus (the very First, even before Envy) spoke to him. Turned out that somehow, this boy's blood had been used to create this homunculus, and as a show of gratitude, this homunculus gave the boy a name and true knowledge. After that he learned to read, write, even to use basic Alchemy. Using this boy, the homunculus convince the King of Xerxes that he had the secret of Immortality. The King, the fool he was, created a transmutation circle around the entire city. As the circle was activated and the Ancient City of Xerxes was swallowed, the homunculus and the boy were brought before the Doors of Truth." Dante paused, letting her words sink into everyone's mind.

Why is she bothering with this? Edward thought desprately. This story made no sense what so ever, nor did it seem to have any reference to anything that was happening at the moment.

"Eventually," Dante continued, ignoring Edward's annoyed stare. "The boy was brought back to the now dead city of Xerxes, where he met the homunculus again. The homunculus had made a near identical copy of the boy's body to use as his own. As a gift to the boy, his only 'Blood Brother', the homunculus gave the boy's body true immortality using half of the souls sacrificed from the city." She paused again briefly to glance at Edward's expression. She was pleased to find his face contorted into a look of digust.

"Now," she continued. "This boy grew and became more experienced in Alchemy. He wanted to learn as much as he could about homunculi and how they were created. After all, he was supposidly the 'creator' of the very First right? Well, about 200 years after this, he joined the military as an Alchemist and met a man named Tim. Now Tim, he was an expert on stones. Particuarly, a gem called the Philosopher's Stone. Supposidly, this stone could cast 'miracles', like bring back people from the dead without a sacrifice. Now this young man, who had taken on the name Van, had been searching for a way to destroy homunculus ever since that fateful encounter that gave him immortality. So he proposed a deal with Tim. If they both worked together, they were both sure to get what they wanted. Van had been dubbed the Dragon Alchemist, and Tim, the Crystal Alchemist."

"Wait! So this Van guy, he knew Marcoh?" Ed burst out, his question muffled by the black cloth, but he was still understood reguardless. Danted smiled down at him and continued as if she had heard nothing.

"So together, Tim and Van worked day and night to find the answers they were looking for. And they had done it! Or so they had thought. Tim had thought he had finally made a Philosopher's Stone, and the military wanted to use it. They tried to use the stone, but it didn't work like it was suppose to. It merely amplified alchemic reactions. Tim was locked away in a labratory and mercilessly worked until he could find the true formula for the stone. But Van...Van had all he wanted. He ran before he would be dragged into a pointless war and fled to work on his own mission. According to military records, Van died viciously in a battle in Ishbal. According to the records, his body had been blown to bits and enough was never recovered even for a funeral. But the truth is..." She paused, drinking in the suspense and tention she was causing.

"Van was in the same league as the higher up in the military, and had just fled, faking his own death. Van still traveled around until he met a man named Nash Tringham, who was used to a substance called Red Water. Doing a bit of research with Tringham helped him greatly in his own and he finally had all he needed to create a stone that could destroy a homunculi. Well. Not destroy, but revert to it's original form. He left Nash to suffer a fate similar to that of Tim Marcoh's, and continued on to finally make his stone. He retreated to a secluded city with just enough people to use for the transformation. Why such a small and secluded place? Well, there were quite a few powerful homunculus at that time, and after learning what Van was planning to do, well, they could just allow him now could they?

"Well, Van used this small town of Ishbalians as his sacrifice. Using his own blood and the souls of the people, Van created a stone. It had been pure black, with a flame the color of blood glowing inside. In the end, it seemed that Van's calculations had been severely off though. The Doors of Truth had been opened once again and swallowed the stone, nearly killing Van in the process. Even through all his suffering, Van was determined to get the stone back. He called it 'Dragon's Blood'." Dante paused for the final time, letting the story and all it's meanings sink into the blonde's head before she spoke the final piece to conclude this story. Edward looked absolutely revolted. Even as useful as the stone would be, such a sacrifice...it was disgusting.

"Soon Van fell in love and had children. He had momentarily given up his misson of bringing back Dragon's Blood, and only remembered why he had made such sacrifices for the stone after his wife died and his sons broke Alchemy's first law and created a homunculi. He picked up a new form of alchemy, a different style to that used to make the Stone, hoping using that to find an answer to bring back the stone. With this new alchemy however, came a new name for him...Van Hohenhiem of Light." Dante finished, watching in cruel pleasure as many different emotions scaled over Edward's face.

His father...Edward's own father had worked with the top alchemists in the whole damned country and he created a stone to kill homunculi? But he also destroyed cities and countless other people's lives just to get what he wanted. It made him want to vomit that his own flesh and blood would do something so inhumane and revolting. Although, it shouldn't have surprised him, his father had left his mother sick and dying just to do research...wait...could that research have been for the Dragon's Blood? Edward's mind was flying seventy miles an hour when Dante's soft voice in his ear broke him out of it.

"Don't you see Edward? Your father was a coniving bastard who thought of no one but himself. He didn't want to use the stone to bring back your mother, he wanted an excuse to destroy the world." She said, running her fingers over the smooth skin of Edward's throat, slowly etching out the figure of a serpant eating its own tail. She lowered the gag from his mouth and gazed at him softly. When he grinned, she tought he finally understood.

"Your wrong...he's not a coniving bastard...he's a fucking genius!" Edward said, still grinning ear-to-ear. "So what if it took those peoples lives? Sure it's disgusting, but you know what? Thanks to the military, they would have died anyway trying to make the Philosopher's Stone." Edward threw his head back as far as it would go and laughed. Dante jerked away from him and glared heatidly. She shook her head.

"You do not wish to help us fight him Edward? You will not accept your death and be brought back from the Doors of Truth willingly?" She spoke in a sofisticated calm, the kind that didn't show any emotion worth anything. Ed snorted and shook his head. Dante didn't wait a moment longer.

She darted forward and sunk a dagger she pulled off her belt into the blonde's stomach. Edward gasped at the sudden pain and tried unsuccessfully to squirm away. Taking the dagger back out from his stomach, she wrentched Edward's head back and started to carve the symbol of the winged serpant into Edward's forehead. The wound wasn't very deep, but blood came pouring out of it. Edward jerked and struggled, but was only pulled back into his original position, but rough hands. Glaring behind him, Ed's gold eyes clashed with Envy's amethyst ones. The homunculi held his shoulders down as Dante began tracing alchemic symbols into the alter he was laid on.

While Dante did that, Greed brought a woman out of the shadows and laid her on the second alter. Edward watched as a sick feeling grew in his stomach. After finishing with the markings on his alter, Dante made her way over to the woman who looked as though she were already dead. Dante carved markings into the womans naked body until the smooth white skin had been painted complete red. Envy was whispering in his ear now.

"Don't worry Pride. Dying doesn't hurt as bad as you think it would." Edward felt Envy release him and move away from the circle. Dante was hovering over him again. She smiled.

"You're dying Edward. And when you wake up...you shall be Pride." She said before pressed the cold edge of the dagger to Edward's throat and dragging it slowly across his neck.

Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, one of the most powerful and feared, was running for his life. From a dog.

It felt strange, running at top speed (or what all the passing officers thought it was) on four long powerful legs. The motion came easier then he had thought it would. His back paws moved first, propelling him forward like a back-wheel drive car would. His front paws were like the brakes, or braces almost. When his back legs would push forward, his front paws would absorb the impact, much like his human knees would. Roy would never admit it out loud, but he was very much amused, even though he was being chased around central by a dog.

Riza was right behind them, as well as Fury, Havoc, and half of central. They were all trying to catch the two, but Roy quickly found out that animals had much quicker reflexes then humans. It really did make him feel superior, ducking through spread legs, making sharp turns quite easily, and even causing a literal traffic jam of officers.

Pushing his legs faster, Roy headed toward the library. If there was anything that could help him, it would be there. Riza had been quite easy to manipulate. Roy merely spit and hisses at Hayate until she opened the door and ordering Hayate out. But before she could react, Roy fled on a full-out speed chase through the halls.

The Library's main doors were just up ahead. And so were several officers with vicious looking nets. A girl opened the library door and stepped out carrying a huge pile of files. Yowling loudly, Roy pushed off and dived through the nets and right past the girl into the lasrge room inside. He heard Hayate get snagged in the nets, but he didn't stop, that was part of the plan after all.

Racing past shelf after shelf, Roy heard Riza calling him. Using a table, he jumped up onto of a bookcase and sat there, his fur prickled from the run, his sides heaving, and his tongue lolling lazily to the side. Riza found him without much difficulty, but getting him down was a whole other issue. She had slowly stretched out her arms as if she expected him to leapt into them. Instead of snorting with laughter, he laid his ears flat against his head, bared his fangs and let out a long menacing hiss.

Eventunally the woman left, after Roy had swatted at her hand leaving a few trails of blood. She had given him the Promised Death glare, but Roy just worked to get her to leave. Soon enough, she left to get reinforcements, but Roy didn't wait around for them. He dashed and leapt from shelf to shelf driving deeper and deeper into the library, until finally, he reached a tall door that had a large sign on it that read:

Restricted Section.

Roy smirked and snuck down off the shelf. Obviously, Roy could see no way to get through the doors, so he merely wandered the shelves near it until he found what he'd wanted. Behind the section on alchemic symbols, Roy found a small hole, only large enough for a small boy to fit through. Edward had told him that he had secrets of getting into the Restricted Section, and Roy had found this one a while ago. Jumping over the rubble, Roy enter the forbidden territory and smirked to himself.

The entire section wasn't as large as the other section of the library, but this held much more information. The room was made from pure stone and looked old like a chamber of sorts. Suits of armor stood at the end of each asle, as if guarding it. Candles hung on the wall, wax dripped into puddles underneath, and spiderwebs grew in the corner.

Roy knew Edward had been doing research down here the night he was told he'd be leaving. The small black animal was determined to figure out how to return to normal. Then he'd find out how to rescue Edward after he changed back. After all, how hard could it be?

Chibi: Mwahaha. Ok, Roy's part was rushed, but I still think this went pretty good. I wanted to write a bigger chase seen between Hayate and Roy, but I think I'll have to do that abit later. Well, review if you want.