Like That

A shame, I know.

Lord, give me chasitity. But not now.

- St. Augustine

The first time Scar awoke to the chilling sound of cheap, sqeaking bedsprings, he assumed it was a jail romance. A man and a woman - or a man and a man, whatever fit - would meet behind bars upon the strange irony of convicted murder and make sweet love at night. Ahh, romance. Even prison romance had it\'s ups and downs. Because the two partners were probably cruel and sick minded and fully deserving to die, but...it was romance none the less. And God, he used to be such a sucker for love.

He kept his eyes closed the first three times - he had made love before, and he knew just as well as anyone else that it was quite a disturbing thought to be interupted. From what he could hear, though, it was indeed men and only men having sex on the coarse prison floor, and, if his hearing was truely correct...there were three of them.

The first time this realization hit him hard in the stomach he had to admit he was truely disgusted. After all, it was clearly stated in the bible; that shalt not serve two masters at once.

Then again, the bible was referring to money. But sex and money were one in the same, right?

So the next time he heard the little group of eager men getting ready to have a go, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, sat up, and got ready to demand a reasonable explana -

\"Holy hell, Roy, it\'s Scar!\"

\"Forgive me, good sir.\" said the dark man dubbed as Roy, who also happened to be the farthest away. \"We can kill him after we\'re done. Seriously, what does it matter, we\'re out of the damn military now.\"

They snickered.

\"Shut up, Shit-Colonel.\" said the smallest blonde in the group. \"And get dressed, will you? That completely and utterly ruined the moment.\"

\"Ohh, Ed.\" The taller blonde cooed childishly, leaning his head on one tanned fist.

Scar backtracked, stunned speechless. He had encountered many strange situations in his life, but there was something chilling about two grown men on top of an underage blonde. And now that he had focused his eyes entirely, bit became quite clear that the boy called Ed was, in fact, under the two men. Or rather, mostly under the first. He was positioned with his buttocks upturned, stomach flat on the ground and face stunningly blasé. The darker man was straddling his thighs, face seemingly eager but now distracted and curious. The second - a darker blonde with a cigerette - was sitting slyly beside his head, one hand clasped unto a firm erection, the other reaching out just far enough to hold the youngest\'s head. Scar jumped back, back pressing against the coarse cement wall. He had obviously interuppted at a bad time...and the blonde positioned just a few inches from Ed\'s head was furiously aroused and ready. Unlike the dubbed Colonel, he wasn\'t wasting time asking questions.

Just on cue, the cigerette-man whined; \"Roy, come on.\"

\"Oh, Jean, where are you manners?\" he asked in a surprisingly feminine voice. \"Scar, care to join?\"

\"Care to what!?\"

He couldn\'t help it. It was awfully painful to his reputation, but he just couldn\'t imagine himself joining those men - those horny bastards! - making love to a boy they obviously weren\'t in love with.

But, nowadays, that wasn\'t so odd, right?...

\"That means no, Roy.\" the blonde man snapped. \"If you\'re not gonna get to it, I will.\"

\"Go ahead.\" Roy huffed.

Havoc shrugged sweetly and waved Ed over. Ed smiled wryly and obediently leaned forward, licking gently at the man\'s swollen head, eyes half-lidded and teasing. \'Jean\' began to thrust slowly, hands snaking around the back of his skull and pulling him foreward, but Ed quickly batted his hands away and hissed; \"Patience, Havoc. Either slow sex or no sex at all.\"

\"Fine, fine.\" he huffed, grinning in spite of himself, and Ed bent down to slowly ease a full erection into his mouth, hands curling around the fleash he couldn\'t quite fit in.

Smiling and panting.

It didn\'t seem right. In fact, it seemed completely fucked up, no pun intended. Men who were simply screwing for the sake of pleasure were suppossed to go hard and fast; were suppossed to say nothing but curses and words of encourgement.

Panting, yes. Bored, friendly smiles? ...No.

And then Edward hit a sweet spot and Havoc screamed and bucked his hips, face dusted red in passion and pleasure, and Scar was tempted to shout for all he was worth; \"I knew it! I knew you were nothing but good-for-nothing bastards, I knew you didn\'t really love this kid!\"

Instead, he said; \"I\'ve seen you before. The Flame Alchemist.\"

\"Oh, yes.\" Roy said smoothly. \"Havoc and I were framed for the murder of Fuhrer Bradley - and unfair trial, let me tell you. Ed was imprisioned for forbidden human transmutation. Right off the fucking bat. Completely foolish, as the boy was just a child. But I guess he\'s lucky he wasn\'t killed.\"

\"Shut up.\" Ed huffed, and Scar found himself surprised that he could even talk at all with Havoc\'s cock stuffed in his mouth like a particularly enjoyable entreé.

Two things happened at once - and very suddenly, at that. In just a second, Havoc came violently inside Ed, and he pulled out so quickly that a particularly stunning amount of semen splattered across the boy\'s tanned face. Huffing and panting, he scotted away, hands clasping unto his cock. His orgasm ended as quickly as it had came, and then he was sitting cross-legged against the wall, his face such a abnormal shade of red that it was almost laughable.

\"Don\'t underestimate him, Scar. He\'s pretty damn good for a kid.\"

\"Yeah.\" Roy added, finally positioning himself over the still-somewhat-blasé boy. \"Wanna give it a try? Havoc\'s done for now, I believe.\"

His head screamed; \"NO, you sick bastard!\"

But what came out was; \"I guess it wouldn\'t hurt.\"