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FULL FRONTAL ALCHEMIST

 

Authors: Elriconeechan, Sesshys_Jaded_Samuri, and Miaka69USA (Geez, it's obvious who belongs to which fandom, ain't it?)

Summary: One-shot, PWP crossover.

Rating: NC-17, Oh BOY is this NC-17. Lemons galore!

Pairing(s): Sesshomaru/Ed, Sesshomaru/Tamahome (implied), and Ed/ Tamahome

Feedback: Desired.

Characters: Edward Elric, Tamahome, and Sesshomaru, a few other main characters from their respective canons, plus a form of Mary-Sue-ism...

Beta:RealRoyMustang.

Author's notes:This idea… actually, I was just trying to come up with a story, after a friend mentioned a really interesting title that I just HAD to use. So eventually, I struck on the idea to take the favorite bishounen of myself and two of my friends (who also happen to be fanfic authors), put them in a room together, and let nature take its course. Since I'm doing most of the work here, it's a little Elric-centric. Plus the only timeline I'm really sure of is FMA's, so both IY and FY may be a little off… I've decided that the reason for that is the whole `multi-dimensional time travel' thing. They've mostly been captured relatively early in their respective timeline, before most deaths/dismemberments/other really interesting crap has happened, but in the interest of what little plot there is, they can remember stuff that hasn't really happened yet…or, for example, this: Sesshomaru still has both arms, although the timeline dictates that he's traveling with Rin. Don't blame me if some things require BOTH hands…besides, I wanted Ed to be the only amputee for this one.

…gee, I wonder if dog demons do it doggy style? >_< In the plus column, it looks like I've finally developed a sense of humor.

Contains: Yaoi, language (on Ed's part…foul mouthed little b—OW! ED!!!)… Quit hitting me, damn it… since this is Series Ed, he's still 16, so add pedophilia, bondage (you know he ain't going down without a fight!) drug (aphrodisiac) use, plus more as I think of it… I do hope none of the allusions are lost on you…

Disclaimer: None of the 3 authors who worked on this fic own any of the characters, places, et'c contained within, and we aren't being paid to write it, except by imagining our favorite bishies buck-nekkid together. A heartfelt Gomen Nasaito the creators of Inuyasha, Fushigi Yuugi, and Fullmetal Alchemist. We'll try to return the characters in the same condition we found them in…oh, and I borrowed `translation blisters' from the book Starship Titanic. If you want to know why it only works on their captors sometimes, that's because of narrative convenience! No, just kidding, it only works on THEM when they want it to. Oh yes; and Urban Dictionary, we don't own that either.

 

Anyway.....BEHOLD....I bring you.....PORN!

 

 

 

FULL FRONTAL ALCHEMIST

 

“Damn it; let me go!”

 

The cell's two occupants looked up as the sound of a new voice echoed through the stone corridors of the compound. The reverberation of many footsteps could be heard accompanying the new prisoner; this one was probably destined for their cell. From the sounds of struggle, as well as all the swearing and the shouting, it was obvious that he, like they, was a fighter.

 

The door rattled as the bolts were drawn back before it swung open, just wide enough for their captors to shove a sole, naked prisoner into the room.

 

The two young men tensed, readying themselves to leap for the freedom the open door offered, but it was no more than a taunt on the part of their wardens. The halls were packed with hooded figures, and many weapons were lowered, pointing menacingly in their direction. Since the current prisoners' own experience extended no further than the feudal era, not many of the weapons beyond swords or staves were familiar to either man, but their effects — unfortunately — were. Although the arcing electricity that shot from the cylindrical weapons would not kill, it was nonetheless so unpleasant that neither of them wished to test their luck again.

 

Without their weapons, without even their clothes, they were damned near defenseless. Besides, these…people, if they could be called that…were frighteningly skilled. The two young men settled back against the wall, eying their robed guardians narrowly.

 

The new kid wasn't so ready to back down yet. He bounced up from where he'd fallen to the floor, ignoring his scrapes and bruises, and rounding on the cowled figures. He clapped, transforming a part of his metal arm into a blade. The foremost individual casually ducked under the thrust of his automail, and easily avoided the following swipes.

 

Enraged by his inability to connect, the boy yelled aloud, fighting blindly. Another figure beside the first lowered what appeared to be a high-tech cattle prod, touching it to the boy's bare skin before he even noticed its presence. He screamed and fell to his knees in agony. Blue threads of electricity sparked from his metal arm and leg as he collapsed into a motionless heap on the floor. The acolytes pulled back, and then moved to hold a ready stance, guarding their leader. Said `leader' stepped closer to the boy's unresponsive form, whispering in some foreign language. The others answered, their hissing voices echoing like autumn leaves in the otherwise silent compound. The lead figure effortlessly lifted the unconscious boy, depositing him further inside the cell. One of the young men, with long, almost green-black hair drawn back into a ponytail, itched to leap for that unprotected back. The muscles in his thighs trembled with anticipation. Sensing his intention, the bodyguard faced him, eyes buried deep within the blackness of the hood sparkling at this new threat. Many of the acolytes still waiting in the doorway brought their weapons to bear on him as well.

 

The other prisoner watched, most of his body hidden behind the curtain of his long, silver hair, heavy-lidded gold eyes coolly appraising the situation. There might be a way for him to use these two hot-tempered young humans to his own benefit.

 

Their job done, the cowled figures finally left the cell. The two prisoners eyed their new cellmate. He was certainly an odd one, the dark-haired boy decided. He had found his other cohort's appearance somewhat disturbing, what with his pointed ears and cat's eyes…not to mention that highly unusual silver hair…and the stripes on his skin that could have been made by dyes, but weren't. There was something else, too, some aura about him that bespoke great power; power that more than rivaled his own. It was hard to imagine, but Tamahome was beginning to suspect that the other man might even be a demon…he certainly bore a resemblance to the youkai in the artwork of ancient Japan…possibly the Sengoku Jidai (Warring States Period).

 

But this new one; how to explain it? Like them, he wore not a single stitch of clothing, so it could plainly be seen that the boy's right arm and left leg were machines. He had brilliant golden-blond hair, pulled back into a braid. A color like that was almost unknown in his own native region of China. Other than that, the boy was very fit and appeared strong, even if he was a little on the short side…and he obviously had some magic of his own, if he could change the shape of those metal limbs of his.

 

Sesshomaru, although his face betrayed nothing but calm detachment, was inwardly seething. How dare those—creatures—make him share space with yet another filthy human? Damned sorcerers…although with his heightened sense of smell, he suspected there might be something more that he knew about the nature of their captors than the humans with their own pathetically dull senses would be able to detect…speaking of humans, judging by the change in his breathing, the new one would awaken soon. Hmph. His recovery time was quite impressive. That one could most definitely prove useful.

 

Edward groaned, rolling slowly onto his back. Kuso, but it hurt even to move that much. And what the hell had happened, anyway? He was…he was…crap, he couldn't even remember where he had been, or what he'd been doing when the portal opened, and all those hooded freaks came spilling out of it. He swore again, silently. Did mysterious, glowing gateways always have to fuck up his short term memory? On the other hand, maybe his confusion was from the shock he'd just received. He could still feel electricity humming along the neural pathways leading to his automail. He was damned lucky they hadn't shorted the damn things out entirely…as things stood, Winry was probably going to hand him his ass for damaging his limbs again. Ed pushed himself up to a sitting position, rubbing at his bleary eyes one-handed until his vision cleared a bit. Then he transmuted his automail back to normal.

 

Ed studied his companions, sizing them up just as they had done with him only moments ago. He grunted in surprise at the color of the silver-haired man's eyes. Just like mine, Ed thought. And…Hohenheim's…He shook his head, hoping to clear it. The only other person he'd encountered during his travels (that was not directly related to him) who'd had golden eyes was the Crimson Alchemist, Kimbley—who had promptly tried to kill him. The only (apparently) young man he'd met who'd had silver hair and strange markings on the skin, Jack Crowley, had alsotried to kill him. And…did he have slit pupils? Like the Homunculi?

 

Shit, he'd do well to avoid that one…

 

The other guy looked to be about his own age; no more than a teenager. But with his dark hair, and exotically slanted eyes…holy crap, Edward thought, trying not to laugh. He looked a lot like a younger version of Roy Mustang. With a ponytail, yet!

 

“Ah, hell,” Ed said out loud, breaking the silence, “it's too damned quiet in here. So what are you guys in for?”

 

“Same as you, I would imagine,” Tamahome answered. “I was…with some friends, and on my way home to visit with my brothers and sisters, when a hole opened in the sky…”

 

“And a bunch of those crazy monks or whatever came pouring out?” Edward finished for him. Tamahome nodded. “Me, too. I tried to fight, but there were too damn many of them.”

 

“Numbers are not a problem,” Tamahome replied. “But those strange weapons took me by surprise.”

 

“The tasers?” Edward asked.

 

“What is a `taser'?”

 

“You know, the thing they just got me with,” Ed explained, “looks like a cattle prod, shoots electricity?” Tamahome just stared at him quizzically. “Um, like getting hit by lightning?”

 

“You've been hit by lightning?” Tamahome asked, dumbfounded.

 

“Yeah, once,” Ed replied, “this automail of mine works like a lightning rod sometimes. Taught me never to go outside during a bad thunderstorm ever again.” He grinned.

 

Tamahome could do no more than wonder at such bold disregard for one's own safety…not that he wasn't something of a risk-taker himself. The boy's arm and leg, and his familiarity with strange magics and machines confirmed something for him, though. “You're from the future, aren't you? From Miaka's time? Are you from Japan?”

 

“Miaka?” Ed said. “Who the hell is that? And where's Japan? I come from Resembool, in Amestris. You, on the other hand, look like you might be from Xing…”

 

“Xing?” Tamahome queried, “I've never heard of it. I am from China, during the T'ang dynasty. As for Miaka, well…”

 

“Insipid Fools.” The silver-haired man spoke for the first time, his voice a smooth, honeyed growl. “Why do you discuss such trivialities when you should be focusing on escape? Have you not even figured out who and what our jailers must be?”

 

“I don't see you clawing at the doors, there, bishounen,” Edward sneered. “And they got you too, didn't they?”

 

The silver-haired man narrowed his eyes, his lip curling in displeasure at the insult. “Do not think to insult me, human. I do not need magic or weapons to flay the skin from your body, or rend the flesh from your bones.” He emphasized his point by raising a delicate hand, displaying his deadly talons. Ed lost a bit of color, but managed to stand his ground. What was this freak anyway, another chimera?

 

“We've already tried to get out, about a dozen times,” Tamahome broke in, attempting to diffuse the rising hostility. “The door is, as you put it, like lightning to the touch. As for the rest of the cell…it may look like stone, but there are magical wards and barriers that neither of us can get through.”

 

“Well, where magic fails, science will find a way,” Edward said. “Let's try a little alchemy, huh?” He clapped his hands together, andthen pressed his fingers against the nearest wall. Blue light arced and crackled around his hands, then faded, producing no noticeable result. “What the fuck?”

 

“I believe science has just failed, too.” Tamahome said evenly.

 

“Not yet, it hasn't,” Edward growled. “I need…ah!” He strode over to the cell's single bed, a terribly unlikely king-sized affair with mahogany paneling and red satin sheets. He shuddered at the thought of what a bed like that might portend in the very near future. Ignoring his misgivings, he clapped and transmuted again, this time transforming part of the bedstead into a long wooden pole. He'd noticed some strange devices in odd corners of the room, and he had a feeling that they might just hold a clue as to the purpose of their capture. He studied one edge of the pole, then transmuted again, using a part of his forearm-guard to add a spearhead to the staff. Then he walked over to one wall of the cell (slightly nearer Tamahome then Sesshomaru—better to be safe than sorry) and, carefully aiming the spear, thrust it repeatedly into the nest of wires and frail supports at the base of the device. Eventually, it fell into his waiting hands. Tamahome moved to stand beside him, wanting to get a closer look.

 

“What is it?” He asked.

 

“I think…it's a camera,” Ed replied. “Although this technology is much more advanced than anything I've ever seen before.”

 

Without warning, hidden vents burst open, and before there was time to even shout out a warning, all three succumbed to a powerful knockout gas.

 

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“All right,” Edward moaned, as he regained consciousness a second time, “this shit is really starting to piss me off. What the hell did they do that for? Ow, my head…” he rubbed it gingerly. He was beginning to get an extremely bad feeling in the pit of his stomach...something about this whole setup was not right.

 

“I think…yes,” Tamahome said, glancing upward, “they've fixed their machine. What manner of men—”

 

“Men?” Sesshomaru scoffed. “You are a bigger fool than I took you for. Can you not even tell our opponent's gender? I know the reek of aroused human females when I smell it.”

 

“Female?” Tamahome's eyes widened. It explained everything. The nudity, the cameras, the bed… “Then…”

 

“Oh, fuck. Fuck me sideways,” Ed swore, “We are in such deep shit. We're dealing with fangirls…”

 

As one, the other men shuddered.

 

Noting their reaction, Edward said, “I take it you guys have had this problem before?”

 

Sesshomaru and Tamahome nodded wearily.

 

“Then you know, they probably won't let us out until we form a pairing.”

 

Tamahome and Sesshomaru both turned to look at Edward.

 

“Oh, no. Oh, HELL no. I am not going to be Uke again!” Ed cried.

 

Sesshomaru raised one cool silver eyebrow, and Edward blushed, realizing what he'd just said. “Uh, I mean…” Looking for a way to change the subject, he glanced over at Tamahome. “Hey, you—with the ponytail. What say we double-team elf-boy over there?”

 

The tips of Sesshomaru's ears twitched slightly, and then flattened against his skull. “Just try it, human,” he snarled, baring his fangs.

 

“Wait, wait!” Tamahome cried. “Why fight amongst ourselves? Surely there's a reasonable way to solve this…we can find a way out…”

 

Edward and Sesshomaru turned considering eyes on him.

 

“Um, except that way,” he finished. “Look, we haven't even been properly introduced. Let's start over. My name is Tamahome.”

 

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After the introductions were completed, Ed brought up a matter that was bothering him. “Hold on, if you guys are from some weird-ass countries known as China and Japan—neither of which I've even heard of before now—then how come we can understand each other?”

 

“That little device behind your left ear,” Sesshomaru answered him contemptuously. “I took mine off earlier, before you arrived in this cell, and discovered I could understand nothing the other human was saying.”

 

Ed felt at the tiny bubble of some fleshy substance behind his left ear. It felt like a mole, and no doubt it looked like a birthmark, just like the one he'd spotted on Tamahome's neck. Wow, Winry would kill to get her hands on something so refined…

 

“They're known as translation blisters,” An unfamiliar voice resounded, godlike, throughout the entire cellblock. “I appropriated them from another fandom. But you were correct in your observation, Edward Elric of Resembool. If you do not form a pairing, and do so quickly, you shall never escape.”

 

“You suck!” Ed answered the voice. “You have no life!”

 

The voice suddenly changed, became more casual. “Look kid, you don't want to fight with us. We know all of your weaknesses. Yes, even yours, Lord Sesshomaru.”

 

Sesshomaru's face tightened almost imperceptibly around the eyes and mouth.

 

“You wouldn't want any harm to come to little Rin, would you? And Edward, your brother Alphonse can join you in that cell anytime we want…” Ed paled considerably. They couldn't physically hurt him, not in armor form, but…then they went on. “Or any of your little siblings, Tamahome, especially that adorable baby brother, Chuei, who looks so much like you…” Tamahome turned towards the wall, hiding his face. “We have multidimensional time travel capabilities, weaponry you can't fight against, and waaaaaaaaay too much time on our hands. Not a one of us has any sense of morality, so don't push your luck, boys.”

 

“You—” Ed was struck as near speechless as he ever got. “Son of a—Bloody—”

He went on for quite some time, sputtering and swearing incoherently.

 

“I still say Ed should be the bitch,” a third voice chimed in. “He IS the shortest of the three, and even the Urban Dictionary says…”

 

“And I still say that short does not equal Uke!”

 

“I'M NOT SHORT!” Ed yelled.

 

“Oh shit, this thing's still on—” There was a click, and then sudden silence as all three voices disappeared. The three men stared at each other. What the hell was THAT all about?

 

“Was that one person, or three?” Tamahome said, finally. “I couldn't tell.”

 

“I sure as hell hope it was three,” Edward said. “If we have one psychopathic otaku arguing with herself, then we are totally screwed…”

 

“Speaking of which,” Tamahome said. “If it's our only way to escape…” He gave Ed a quick elevator look, sizing him up as an opponent. If Edward couldn't even fight off a small mob of rabid fangirls, chances were good that he could take the smaller boy in a fair fight.

 

“Don't you give me that look, I'll kick your ass!” Ed said, but the fear in his voice was palpable. He knew he wasn't the best martial artist around, especially not unarmed. He glanced around, trying to locate his spear. Shit! It was nowhere to be found. He looked at the bed, and then at his arm. Both had been repaired, rebuilt back to the way they had been before he transmuted them. Shit! He backstepped just a little, readying himself to transmute again. At least the sword-arm would give him some sort of a defensive edge…then he heard a silky-smooth voice right behind him.

 

“You were the one to suggest a double-team, were you not?”

 

Suddenly, Sesshomaru's arms snaked under Ed's and around to the back of his head, catching him in a very effective headlock, and preventing him from using Alchemy. Edward struggled against the demon's grip, flailing his limbs ineffectually, as his feet were lifted from the ground. His arms were irrevocably pinned, and although the metal heel of his automail leg connected with various parts of the demon's anatomy more than once, Sesshomaru wouldn't relinquish his hold. After a while Tamahome joined the youkai in trying to hold him down, but Ed was having none of it. He lashed out at the Chinese boy, driving him back. Eventually, though, Edward exhausted himself, and hung limp in the demon's arms. He couldn't believe it; he must've been fighting for hours while Sesshomaru's solid strength held him immobile! Shit, the bastard was more powerful than Envy!

 

“Although it sickens me to be this close to you, bathing in your human stench,” Sesshomaru purred into Edward's ear, “You can now see why I shall never be anything but Seme.”

 

That was enough to provoke a small reaction from the boy. Spent though he was, Edward shivered violently.

 

Sesshomaru's lip curled in disgust. “Do not worry, boy. I won't mate with you unless forced. It is not my intention to take any active part in this little game. My goal is merely to get out of this cell, quickly. If using others is the path I must take, then so be it.”

 

“You're a really…heartless bastard, aren't you…?” Edward panted. But despite the demon's words, something seemed to have excited him. Ed's naked body was pressed far too close to Sesshomaru's to be unable to tell that the demon was becoming aroused.

 

“I have no qualms about my actions, if that's what you mean.” Sesshomaru answered. “Those ridiculous emotions that you humans put such stock in mean nothing to me.”

 

Noting Edward's fatigue, Tamahome took his chance to grasp Edward's feet. Together, the two of them carried the boy to the bed. Judging, correctly, that he wasn't about to just lie there and take it, Sesshomaru searched through a small bedside cabinet (which must have appeared, as if by magic, during the time that they were all unconscious) while Tamahome held Edward down. It was no easy task, since Edward had already begun to recover his strength. His recuperation time really was astounding.

 

The drawers of the cabinet were crowded with a frighteningly large array of objects unfamiliar to the demon, although he suspected what uses some of them might be put to. Ah, here it was, rope. Silk cord, to be more exact. That would work nicely; Sesshomaru suspected that the more usual hemp might not hold those metal limbs for long…

 

Deftly, he cut the cord into several lengths, handing some off to Tamahome so he could work on the boy's feet, while he secured Edward's hands himself.

 

“Damn it, I hate being Uke! You guys suck! HEY! THAT WASN'T AN OFFER!” Edward complained vociferously, as Tamahome finished tying his feet to the bed frame and moved closer to Ed's unprotected middle. He had tied Edward spread-eagled, but left just enough slack in the rope to reposition him, when the time came.

 

“It sure sounded like an offer, though,” Tamahome replied, eyeing Edward steadily as he flicked his long, dark ponytail behind his neck, so that it fell between lithe shoulder blades. “Believe me;I don't want to do this any more than you do. But we have to get out of here, and this is the only way.”

 

“Yeah, so why don't you be Uke?” Ed asked, bitterly.

 

“Hmm,” Tamahome said. “I think…no.”

 

Sesshomaru stood decoratively at the bedside, the long fall of his silvery hair half-hiding his growing erection, as he gazed with puzzlement at the still-open cupboard. What on Earth were all those strange things? And what was that maddening aroma?

 

“Hey, you! Sesshy!” The first (or was it the second?) mysterious female voice spoke again. “Don't just stand there and look pretty! If you don't join in, we're going to mutilate your fluffy!”

 

Sesshomaru glared around the room, trying to find the source of the voice, a rumbling growl echoing from his chest.

 

“Fluffy? What the hell is a `fluffy'?” Ed wondered, somewhat amused despite his confusion and fear.

 

“Sesshomaru!” Tamahome said, tilting his head to one side and smiling at the demon. Distracted, Edward gaped at the perfect portrait of innocence he presented. It almost reminded him of Alphonse…the Chinese boy's next words, though, completely shattered the illusion. “Could you see if you can find some sort of a gag in that cupboard?”

 

Edward screamed out his frustration, pulling even harder against his bonds. Both cords and headboard creaked under his renewed efforts, but neither broke. Damn it!

 

“I do not see any—” the youkai began, as he bent to search. He lifted a foil-wrapped condom, sniffed at it gingerly, and replaced it. In his search, his fingers brushed against a small white bottle, and some oily liquid splashed onto his hand. The smell filled his nostrils, though he tried vainly to ignore it. It was the scent! The one he'd detected earlier…but onto the matter at hand; he'd finally found something that might fit the bill.

 

“Wait, perhaps…would this do?” Sesshomaru said, his voice only slightly strained, as he proffered a ball gag on the end of one slender finger. Edward screamed even louder.

 

“Perfect,” Tamahome replied, taking the gag from Sesshomaru and trying to insert it. Easier said than done; Edward had contracted a case of spontaneous lockjaw. “Could you help me with this?”

 

The demon took the young human's head in his hands, powerful claws drifting gently across his skin, settling over the jugular in his neck. Edward shivered, and his pulse beat more powerfully under Sesshomaru's talons. The coppery scent of blood filled the demon's nostrils. He could smell it, beating so close under the surface. Perhaps just a little scratch…

 

“I could poison him,” Sesshomaru suggested, “although it would probably be best not to. It might kill him, and I doubt our captors would accept that much damage as part of the agreement. Open your mouth, human, or I will open it for you.”

 

Edward shook his head, but his golden eyes were wide with fright.

 

“As you wish,” Sesshomaru replied.

 

More gently than was his usual wont, the demon used only a little of his enormous strength to pry the reluctant human's jaws open. Tamahome took the opportunity to insert the ball gag, expertly tightening and adjusting the straps. Ed took a moment to wonder how a guy from some ancient civilization had gotten so much experience with bondage gear before he settled into screaming again. The only things to escape from behind the highly effective gag were a few silvery flecks of spittle and some muffled sounds. Shit.

 

“Voomph amoomph bafaaaamph, mm phumph voo buvv ivv Hmm.”

 

“What did he say?” Tamahome asked.

 

“I believe it was, `you amoral bastards, I hope you burn in hell,'” Sesshomaru, with his superior hearing, translated. “We shall have to do something about that temper, little one,” he told Edward. One side of his mouth quirked up the tiniest bit.

 

Tamahome flinched away from that smile, slight though it was. Something about the way the youkai smiled was enough to make any sane man run screaming from the room. If any of them were able to leave the room, that was. Tamahome was confused, though…

 

“I thought you hated humans, Sesshomaru,” he said. “But you now seem awfully eager to be close to this boy…” Well, eager by your standards, he amended.

 

“Under normal circumstances, you would be correct.” Sesshomaru said, his eyes drifting closed, his face beginning to flush, almost as if he were…drunk? On what? “But it would appear there is some substance in that cupboard which is acting as—”

 

“An aphrodisiac?” Tamahome suggested. “Well, by all means, if you're feeling up to it, go right ahead.” Ed glared daggers at him. “Sorry kid, but I don't know you well enough to get between you and a horny demon. Now, if you had some money…”

 

Ed's eyes lit up. “Vmm phn Apphhunmmm. Vm cmmm mmph gooovv.”

 

Tamahome glanced at Sesshomaru for the translation.

 

“He says he's an Alchemist. He can make gold.” Sesshomaru replied, crouching by the boy's face, and licking the side of Ed's neck. Ah, the sweet smell of blood. Mixed with that other scent, it was simply intoxicating. Tamahome thought the kid's offer through carefully. Piles of gold on one hand, lustful demon on the other. Decisions, decisions. He remembered again Sesshomaru's smile.

 

“In your own words, `oh HELL no',” Tamahome decided. He wasn't about to take his chances with Sesshomaru. Sure, he wanted the money to support his family, but he had to be alive in order to help them, and the youkai was—to put it quite simply—terrifying. “Let's see if we can find some more of that aphrodisiac. That way you can at least enjoy the experience, kid.”

 

Ed let out a strangled scream.

 

“The white bottle,” Sesshomaru moaned, “bottom cupboard.”

 

Tamahome looked, shoving aside dildos, vibrators, cock rings… piles of condoms, flavored oils, tubes and bottles of lubricant, a small whip, more bondage gear, a riding crop…holy Hell, these people were sick; before he finally found…no way. There were threebottles in there, identical except for color. One was white, one was gold, and the last was green.

 

“Color-coded aphrodisiacs?” He'd meant it as a rhetorical question, but he got an answer anyway.

 

“Correct.” Sesshomaru said. “And as my young friend here has told me, if you do not join us, I am given leave to hurt you.”

 

Tamahome glanced down at Edward, who was staring right back at him, honey-colored eyes glittering malevolently. His expression as much as said, If I have to do this, bitch, then so do you. Tamahome shook his head.

 

“You really are a vengeful little shrimp, aren't you?”

 

Edward's face turned nearly purple with apoplexy as he choked on his own muffled shouts.

 

“VII NN A SVVIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMPH!!”

 

Sesshomaru glanced up, ready to explain, but Tamahome waved it away. “It's okay, I understood that one.” He shrugged. “Ai yah…well, the sooner we begin, the sooner they'll let us out…” He grabbed the gold bottle first, pouring a small portion of its contents over Edward's prone body. The color of the fluid echoed the color of the glass container, shining with tiny flecks of suspended gold. Almost like Goldschläger, Tamahome decided. Miaka had introduced him to that beverage during his last trip to Japan. Ed shrank from the touch of the warm liquid, but bound as he was, could not avoid it. Tamahome replaced the bottle, then picked up the green one, upending it over his fingers, then touching the emerald liquid to his face. The things he had to do for his country…

 

“So how long before this stuff—” Tamahome began, and then he said, “Oh. Oh, WOW. Never mind.” The warmth that spread throughout his body had nothing to do with the actual climate of the room. Nothing had ever made him feel like this before.

 

Edward was straining at his bonds again, but to judge from his eyes, thoughts of escape were far from his mind. “Do you think it's safe to remove the gag?” Tamahome asked. Sesshomaru nodded lazily. “Good. It'll only get in the way.”

 

Tamahome deftly undid the straps of the ball gag, laying it aside. Ed opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, trying to work the soreness out of his jaw. “Ow. Fuck me, that hurt.”

 

“Whatever you say,” Tamahome replied. “But first, let me help.” He gripped Ed's face with both hands, gently massaging the kinks away. Moments later, he was rubbing his face against the smaller boy's, like a cat scent-marking its territory. And within a few more seconds, he was probing Ed's tonsils with his tongue. It just seemed so natural for the two to kiss; whatever had made them so reluctant before? Not to be outdone, Sesshomaru prowled his slinky way down to Ed's crotch, sniffing delicately at the stiffening member, and then even lower down. Hmm, interesting.

 

“Unless I am very much mistaken,” Sesshomaru said, “And I never am, then this boy is still a virgin.”

 

“What?” Tamahome said, pulling back from the kiss, and turning to look at Sesshomaru. “Oh, you have to be kidding me. Then—you mean—we're going to bust his cherry?”

 

“If that is the vernacular, then yes,” the demon purred.

 

“But that's impossible!” Tamahome said. “He said himself, he'd been Uke before.”

 

“Then they must not have finished.”

 

Tamahome looked back at Ed. His eyes were still glazed from the kiss, and a thin track of saliva ran from the corner of his mouth. It looked like hadn't caught any of that little byplay; there was no need to ask. The kid was a virgin for sure.

 

“Wow, I think I gave him too much of the stuff,” Tamahome said, giggling. “Or maybe you're not supposed to mix all three at once.”

 

“It's…science,” Ed managed. “Pheromones…”

 

“The boy is correct,” Sesshomaru said. “I am used to scent as a means of communication. It will take more time for you humans to adjust.”

 

“Mmm, although you were the first to succumb,” Tamahome pointed out.

 

“Merely because I was the first exposed,” Sesshy argued.

 

“Less talk, more cock,” Edward said, and laughed.

 

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Their captors, ensconced within their control room, laughed with him. “Man, we have to lay in a lifetime supply of that stuff,” one said. “Look at that, they're all totally spaced out on it.”

 

“I'm feeling a little spaced out just watching it,” another replied. “I could stay here all day…”

 

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Meanwhile, back in the cell…

 

Sesshomaru, Ed decided, was a tease. What was worse, he was a cock-tease.

 

“Oh God, please…”Ed begged, “Please don't…Ahhn…” He shuddered as Sesshy ran one long, clawed finger up and down the shaft of his penis. “That ti—it—aaaaaah!” His legs tensed, and he shifted around, trying to get close to something - anything… that would put more pressure on his swollen member. He was so stiff , it was damn near painful. “Seh…Sesshomaru….” Ed moaned. “Please…mmph.” Tamahome kissed him again, long, but not as deep as the first time. This time he only dipped his tongue into Edward's mouth, before eventually working his way down the jaw, nibbling and licking his way down to the delicate hollow just below the ear. Mindful of the translation blister, he let his tongue trail even further down, to the depression between his clavicles, right at the base of Ed's neck.

 

“T—Tama…no, don't…aaahh!” Ed cried. Oh, Tamahome had discovered his right nipple. It was so close to the automail port it…Ah! All coherent thought left him as Tamahome bent his head, flicking his tongue against the right nipple while he used his fingers to tweak the left one, rolling the stiffening nub between thumb and forefinger.

 

“Nuh…no,” Ed said. “Please, I can't…you're driving me…” Then he felt the points of Sesshomaru's fangs drifting across the head of his cock. “Oh, God!” He didn't believe in God. But he could almost believe in Him now…

 

“I've got to come,” Edward said. “You have to let me come…”

 

“Have to, my resilient little pet?” the demon said, his mouth so close to Edward's penis that he could feel the warm breath on his already-damp skin. For some reason, the word `little' coming from the mouth of the demon didn't seem the insult it usually was. Tamahome drew back, watching. “There is nothing we have to do.”

 

Please, I'll…I'll do anything,” Ed pleaded. “Anything you want.”

 

“Do you give your word?”

 

Trying to gather his scattered wits, Edward thought for a moment, and then he nodded. “Yes.”

 

“Giving your word to a demon,” Sesshomaru said, smiling. “That was a foolish move, young one. Such a reckless child. Very well.”

 

He bent his elegant silver head, burying it between Ed's thighs, his slightly rough tongue dragging a winding path around the shaft of Ed's cock. Edward made a sound of need, a high-pitched, keening wail…a strangely pleasing sound that caused Sesshomaru's sensitive ears to twitch slightly. Ed wouldn't be able to withstand the beautiful, ancient demon's technique for very long. Sesshomaru's pale, slender fingers wound their way through his pubic hair, caressing his testes delicately, the claws barely scratching the soft, loose skin. That did it; Edward couldn't hold himself in check any longer. He came.

 

Sesshomaru let the boy's spend fall to the bed sheets, the bitter, briny fluid soaking into the satin at once. Half-blinded by lust he might be, but he still had his standards, after all.

 

“Now, I believe I shall collect my payment,” Sesshomaru said. “Although I prefer to free you for this.” With one swipe of his claws, he rent the cords that bound Ed's legs into shreds. He moved to do the same to the ones that bound Ed's wrists, but stopped, leaving them in place almost as an afterthought.

 

“Tamahome, if you would?” Sesshomaru gestured regally at the cabinet. The teenager obediently went to gather a small selection of tubes and bottles, guessing the youkai's intent. He laid them out on the bed, and then reclined on the pillows near Edward's head, toying with his braid.

 

Sesshomaru chose carefully from the array of products set before him. Studying Edward's face, his voice as smooth as oiled silk, he asked, “Would you like me inside of you?”

 

“I—” Ed began. He bit his lip.

 

“You gave your word. These are the dues I require.”

 

“I—could you at least untie my hands?” Edward asked.

 

“No.” Sesshomaru decided. “I prefer that my partners be restrained, at least partially.”

 

“Would it make any difference if I said no?” Ed asked.

 

Sesshomaru answered in a rich, cold baritone. “No.”

 

“Then yes, I—I guess,” Edward replied, his face flushing, his eyes downcast. “Whatever you desire, Lord Sesshomaru. I gave you my word, and I'll keep it.”

 

“Clever boy.” Sesshomaru upended the bottle he'd chosen over his hands, then ran them caressingly over the boy's thighs, repositioning him gently for what was to come. Ed shuddered again as those skilled, clawed digits moved further back, to hold his buttocks in a firm grip. He'd felt the demon's strength, his vitality, earlier. Even if he'd wanted to fight, he was no match for such power. Then he gasped as first one, then two well-oiled fingers slipped inside of him, stroking back and forth, in and out. And despite the powerful effects of the drug, despite even the astounding beauty of the demon before him, part of him did want to fight the intrusion.

 

Sesshomaru was wise to leave some of the restraints in place. Edward squirmed…because it was his first time…and it did hurt, enough to bring surprised tears springing to the corner of his eyes. Ed closed them, blinking away both tears and shame, swallowing his pride. He had given his word, and he'd never broken it, not even once.

 

He wasn't about to start now.

 

Then Sesshomaru's fingers bumped something inside of him, and a ripple of pleasure washed much of the pain away. Ed sighed, and the tension in his body relaxed, enough that Sesshomaru deemed it safe to send a third finger to join the first two.

 

“Are you ready?” He asked the boy. Edward bit his lip, but nodded. In a rare spate of compassion, Sesshomaru tried to soothe him. “Relax, child. It will not be as painful for you if you relax.” Ed did his best to comply.

 

Once again, he repositioned Edward's (mostly) willing body, turning him over so that he lay on his belly, his still-bound wrists crossing at the headboard. Then he pulled at the junction of the teenager's thighs and torso, lifting his taut, well-muscled backside into the air. Tamahome sat close by, watching all of this with interest, and stroking his own erection carefully. He planned to keep it ready, never too close nor too far from orgasm.

 

Sesshomaru was possessed of masterful control over his body; his own erection, once begun, would not wilt until he willed it so. Massive as it was, he made sure to lubricate it thoroughly. He was ever mindful of damage, since he didn't want to incur the wrath of their captors. Even a taiyoukai as powerful as himself had something to fear from a mob of angry fangirls…

 

Sesshomaru teased the opening, rubbing the head of his well-oiled cock against it, before thrusting it in slowly, only an inch at a time. Edward moaned, whether in pleasure or in pain it was difficult to say. Sesshomaru pulled out, then shoved himself back inside, deeper this time. He repeated the process, each time insinuating his member deeper…and deeper…until he was inside the boy, all the way up to the hilt. He held himself motionless for a moment, allowing Edward to get used to the sensation.

 

Ed didn't know what to make of the terrible feeling of fullness—it felt so strange—and yet so good, all at the same time. And then Sesshomaru began to rock his hips rhythmically, in and out, in and out, slowly at first, but with a gradually building tempo. Each stroke rubbed exquisitely against Ed's prostate, and he found his own rhythm, moving in unison with the demon, doubling the pleasure for both of them. He could hear the youkai's balls slap heavily against his own with every stroke, and somehow, just the sound was enough to bring life back into his own softened penis. Ed felt the rush of heat as blood began pooling in his groin, readying his body for another round. He gasped at the feeling of fingers, human this time, prodding at the stiffening member.

 

“You're enjoying this, aren't you, Ed?” Tamahome grinned. Edward bent his head, his face burning crimson again, and said nothing. Could he help the way his body reacted? He clenched his fists in the pillows…wait, his hands were close enough to touch, now…

 

Clap!

 

“What the—” Tamahome said, surprised, as the ropes that had bound Edward fell from the boy's wrists and snaked toward his own. “Hey, cut that out!” He jumped off the bed, and the cords, spent of their Alchemic energy, lay still.

 

“Almost…got you…” Ed gasped, now on hands and knees, as he shot the Asian boy a wicked grin.

 

“Oh, yeah?” Tamahome grinned back, an equally wicked gleam in his eye. “Well, we'll just see about that!” He reached for the little gold bottle, pouring a hefty portion of the glimmering essence over his own penis.

 

“You wouldn't…”

 

“Oh, wouldn't I?” He knee-walked over to face Ed, dangling his dripping member in the boy's face. “It's hard to resist, isn't it kid?”

 

“Nngh…” Edward managed. His jaws ached to take Tamahome inside of him…the scent was overpowering. The taste, he was sure, would be exquisite. He bared his teeth. “Nn—nooo—”

 

“Yes,” Tamahome whispered, locking eyes with Sesshomaru. The youkai understood, and with one well-timed thrust, Edwards's mouth fell open as he gasped for air. Tamahome quickly managed to guide the tip of his penis between Ed's lips, against his slack tongue…and that one taste was all it took. Sweeter than honey, hotter than fire…the love potion did its work. With more eagerness than skill, Edward licked and sucked at what was presented to him. Despite his lack of experience, it was nearly enough to send Tamahome over the edge…he clenched his fingers in the flesh and steel of Ed's shoulders, and glanced desperately at Sesshomaru. The demon nodded. Removing one hand from the boy's hips, he wound his fingers tightly around Edward's braid, as the other slid down to fondle the boy's cock. Abruptly, the demon sped his tempo, thrusting almost violently, ever faster and harder, almost hard enough to leave bruises. Ed's body tensed, the muscles trembling, and he moaned in pleasure. The sound vibrated against Tamahome's sensitive shaft, still engulfed within Ed's mouth. The combined sensations brought all three of them, within seconds of one another. Ed coughed, as he was forced to swallow Tamahome's seed, and the other boy pulled out at once, patting Edward on the back.

 

“Are you all right?” He said, real concern in his eyes. “I'm sorry; I didn't have a chance to warn you.”

 

“Fine,” Edward coughed again, as Sesshomaru pulled out, too. Ed felt the warm trickle of liquid running down the crack of his ass and hoped that it was just semen, and not blood. Those leather pants of his were gonna chafe like a son-of-a-bitch when he finally got them back on. “All debts paid?”

 

“Not quite,” Tamahome replied, self-consciously. “I think I owe you one…”

 

“All right!” Edward crowed, “I FINALLY get to be Seme!” Then his face split in an enormous yawn. “Ah, crap…right after a short nap…” he said, closing his eyes and falling asleep almost at once.

 

“Wow,” Tamahome marveled, “I've never seen anyone fall asleep that fast. Still, it's not a bad plan. I'm spent.”

 

“Are you really?” Sesshomaru replied, quietly.

 

“Don't tell me you're still feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac?” The youkainodded. “Well, I guess there are plenty of ways to keep ourselves entertained until he wakes up,” Tamahome said as he reached over and delicately ran a finger along the edge of Sesshomaru's ear. Uncharacteristically, the youkai began to emit a contented rumbling sound from deep in his chest, almost like a purr, as he pressed the side of his head against the boy's palm. At the same time, he reached down to wind the fingers of his left hand around the demon's still prominent erection. Tamahome grinned as the taiyoukai wrapped his deadly and powerful claws around his own member, which was quickly reawakening.

 

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Ed experienced a moment of confusion when he awoke, cuddled between two nude, snoozing male figures. The room reeked of sex, and the bed was a litter of torn foil wrappers, used condoms, and dead batteries. Then he remembered some of what had transpired before he fell asleep. He sat up, glancing around at the mess on the bed, and shook his head.

 

“Oh, I am SO glad I wasn't awake for any of that,” Edward muttered. Carefully, so as not to wake the others, he slid off the bed (it wasn't as easy as it had been, since the satin sheets were no longer completely smooth), and padded (and clattered) over to the open cupboard. Humming tonelessly under his breath, he cleared some of the mess from the top of the cabinet, setting out a small assortment of gadgets and vials. He wouldn't exactly label it vengeance, personally, but Tamahome was going to pay for that `shrimp' crack. And if he felt he owed Ed something (although Ed couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was), well, so much the better. He continued to dig through the cupboard. Occasionally, the crackle of Alchemic light flashed as he made some minor modifications of his own.

 

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Meanwhile, up in the control room…

 

“So should we keep these tapes for our own personal use, or make copies and sell `em on Ebay?” One of the women asked. The other fangirls all glanced at one another.

 

“Ebay.” They said in unison.

 

“Can I at least keep the fluffy?” one of them whined plaintively as she stroked the sensuous pelt that was draped across her shoulders.

 

“And I wanted Ed's leather pants,” another complained.

 

“Dibs on his boxers,” a third chimed in.

 

“What about Tamahome's—” a fourth began, but was cut off before she could finish.

 

“No, I'm afraid not. The only souvenirs we are allowed to keep are the tapes. Everything that was taken with them, has to be returned. You know that. Though it will be a shame to let three such prize specimens go…” the leader said wistfully, “we did promise to release them.”

 

“Indirectly promised,” one girl pointed out. “Besides, the rules say they have to ask us themselves to let them go.”

 

A babble of voices all began speaking at once.

 

“That's true—”

 

“If we kept slipping that aphrodisiac into their food, they'd never want to leave—”

 

“We can—”

 

“Girls, girls!” Their chief shouted to be heard over the cacophony. “We're all otaku here; we have honor. We gave them our word, and we WILL release them.” She paused, considering. “…Eventually.” She added, smiling wickedly, her grin easily a match for Edward's own.

 

“Besides, I'd like to see what the diminutive Alchemist has in mind.”

 

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Ed glared up at the cameras for a moment. Somewhere, somehow, he had sensed someone making derogatory comments about his stature. He muttered darkly, turning to dig through the cupboard some more. He caught a slight motion out of the corner of his eye, and turned…only to find himself face to face with Lord Sesshomaru.

 

Ed stared deeply into the glowing gold eyes of the demon, just inches away from his own. So alike, and yet not alike…the color perfectly matched, yet where Ed's eyes were round, childishly so, the demon's were elongated, and slanted up exotically at the corners. Where his pupils were normal human ones, the demon's were slit like those of a cat. What made them the same…and what made them different…it was almost hypnotic…

 

“What are you planning, human child?” The demon asked, softly.

 

“Um…nothing…” Ed started, clearing his throat, and then defending himself brashly. He turned away from the demon's burning gaze. “Nothing that concerns you, at least. This is between me and Tamahome over there.”

 

Sesshomaru merely lifted his eyebrows, as if to say, Is it really?

 

“Oh, leave me alone,” Ed muttered angrily. “They never give me a chance to be Seme, so I'll take what I can get.”

 

“They?” Sesshomaru queried.

 

Ed lifted his chin, indicating one of the many cameras. The demon nodded his understanding. Yes, the otaku were powerful, and they could be very, very selective—sometimes to the point of cruelty against certain individuals—in their misguided attempts to create and manage pairings. But that was none of his concern; he was himself made for the role of Seme.

 

Edward finally finished his hunt for paraphernalia, and surveyed the stock of items he'd managed to collect so far. Selecting a pair of padded handcuffs from the pile, he made his way to the opposite side of the bed as quietly as he could. It wasn't, very, since his metal foot clinked against the stone floor with every step. Fortunately for him, Tamahome was a very heavy sleeper.

 

Edward snapped the handcuffs around Tamahome's wrists, and then touched his own hands together to transmute, first separating the metal cuffs and then attaching them to the wood of the headboard. He knew from experience that keeping both wrists together would get fairly uncomfortable pretty quickly, and he saw no reason why he should be cruel about any of it…

 

When Tamahome awoke, it was to find himself manacled to the headboard, with a grinning Edward standing over him, straddling his body, and a sleepy Sesshomaru still in bed next to him. That didn't exactly bode well, but it could have been worse. This situation was still better than the time Nuriko had tied him up and molested him, just to get back at Miaka.

 

At least these guys weren't transvestites.

 

He blinked up at Edward warily. “That smile is making me nervous.”

 

“Nervous…” Ed replied. “I like that. And thanks to your overactive conscience, you get to see how the other half lives.”

 

“Uhn…I take it back?” Tamahome said.

 

“Nah,” Ed said. “Sorry, buddy. Not this time. You wouldn't just walk away before, and now I can't either.” He laid a hand on Tamahome's thigh.

 

“Ah! That's cold!” Tamahome gasped.

 

“Yeah…” Ed replied. “Sorry about that. There's no way to warm up my right hand properly. You're just going to have to deal with it.” In his left hand, he held a small bottle of lube.

 

“You're, uh, sure you want to go through with this?” Tamahome asked nervously.

 

“This might be my only chance,” Ed replied. “So yeah, I'm sure.” But hidden insecurities screamed at him to stop. He paused. He…he didn't want to hurt anybody…

 

“Edward.” Tamahome spoke gently. “It's all right. I said I would, so I will. What happens next is completely up to you.”

Some of Ed's mental turmoil must have shown on his face, which might explain Tamahome's sudden change of heart. Damn it, why couldn't he keep his emotions inside, where they belonged? Ed raged at himself. He grabbed the bottle of lubricant, sloppily splashing the liquid over both hands, then tossing it, empty, to the side.

 

“Just—” Ed took a shuddering breath. “Just shut up and take what's coming to you. I've been waiting for this for a long time.” He said, grasping Tamahome's still-limp penis with his flesh hand. A wellspring of experience he might not be, but he certainly knew what made him feel good. In no time, Edward managed to get Tamahome fully erect, via hand-job alone.

 

Then he took the other boy into his mouth, modeling some of his moves off of Sesshomaru's.

 

“That's—so good,” Tamahome whispered. “Six—sixty-nine.”

 

“What did you just say?” Ed asked. Damn, was he actually enjoying this? Surely the effects of the aphrodisiac must have worn off by now…

 

“You heard me.”

 

Ed laughed quietly and shook his head, then moved to comply, straddling Tamahome's head, as he continued to use his lips and tongue on the Asian kid's cock. After just a few quick licks, Ed could tell that the other teen might need a little help with this one. Since Tamahome's hands were still bound, he used one hand to help guide his penis into Tamahome's mouth, then went back to business. Pretty soon they managed to get a good rhythm going.

 

When Tamahome came, Edward pulled back quickly, trying not to gag. He really didn't like to swallow the stuff, not unless he absolutely had to. Although he hadn't gotten to the point of orgasm yet himself, he still lifted off of Tamahome's face, moving to kneel beside him.

 

“I wasn't done yet,” Tamahome said. He wondered if he should tell Edward that he had bled…probably not. The other boy would find out soon enough, if he hadn't noticed it already.

 

“That's all right,” Ed said, grinning. “I had something else in mind, anyway.” He reached with slippery fingers for another bottle of lube, plus several of the Alchemically modified vibrators he'd been working on while the others slept.

 

“You wouldn't.”

 

“Oh yes, I would.”

 

“You're out of your mind.”

 

“Astute observation, genius.”

 

Edward oiled up a vibrator and switched it on, running it ticklingly around and across Tamahome's erogenous zones. The other boy's softening cock responded, beginning to get hard again.

 

“Wow, I bet you're multi-orgasmic, aren't you?” Edward noted. Then he bent, taking one of Tamahome's nipples between his teeth. Not biting it, just holding it in place while he flicked it with his tongue. Tamahome moaned. Ed took turns with the nipples, teasing them separately, while his hand guided the humming vibrator to the empty stretch of skin between Tamahome's balls and his anus. Out of the corner of his eye, Ed could almost see Tama's penis growing visibly harder. It rose proudly out of a forest of dark pubic hair. Smiling, he moved the slippery device even further back, directing it with his forefinger, positioning it directly over the tightly puckered sphincter.

 

“Mmph,” Tamahome breathed, biting his lip.

 

“Do you want this?” Ed asked.

 

The other boy groaned, but nodded. Gently, Edward pushed the vibrator home.

 

“Nngh—gah!” Tamahome replied. “Ah, that—it—”

 

“I know,” Edward said softly, easing it slowly in, and out. “I do know that much.”

 

Tamahome held his own against the pleasing friction for as long as he could before he succumbed, riding the waves of sensation that pulsed through his body. He didn't even notice when he came again, it was just a blur. A huge, glowing, gently undulating blur of gold and white light. When Tamahome came to, his hands had been freed, and Ed was watching him, concern overflowing his large gold eyes, as he stroked Tama's face with one cool steel hand.

 

“Are you all right?” Edward asked.

 

“Yes, fine,” Tamahome replied. “I'm not precisely sure what just happened, but it was wonderful. Thank you.”

 

“I'm not the kind of person you should thank, for anything,” Edward dropped his head, hiding behind long, scruffy blond bangs. “No one should.”

 

Ed's voice was rough, cracked. It almost sounded as if he was trying to hold back tears. Sighing, Tamahome reached for the other boy, drawing him close. Too surprised to resist, Ed held himself tensely against Tamahome's chest for a moment, before relaxing into the embrace. He laid his head down, immersing himself in the sense of the other's soft, warm, fragrant skin. Tamahome stroked his tangled braid.

 

“I—” Ed began. “Thanks, Tamahome. I needed that.”

 

“No big deal.” The Asian boy replied. Ed raised his head, glaring at him suspiciously, trying to decide if that was another dig against his height. Tamahome shrugged and smiled, but there was no malice in his expression. Satisfied, Ed laid back down.

 

Ever the pragmatist, a few moments later Edward said, “Still, with all that out of the way, they're supposed to let us go now.”

 

Do all of you want to leave? The voice wasn't audible. It was sensed, rather than heard.

 

“Yes,” Edward replied.

 

“I do,” Tamahome said.

 

“As do I,” Sesshomaru added.

 

Very well. The conditions have been satisfied. You may say your goodbyes if you wish, Gentleman, and then you are free to go.

 

The two boys tumbled out of bed, while the demon rose gracefully, and stood to the side, quietly observing as he had all along. Ed ducked his head and blushed. He'd sort of forgotten that they'd had an audience for that last act…

 

“Well, I'm not sure how to put this,” Edward began. “But I guess I'll miss you guys, sort of…” he scratched his head. “Assuming any of us remembers…”

 

“It certainly had its moments, didn't it?” Tamahome admitted.

 

“Sesshomaru? What about you?” Edward asked.

 

“I told you before, human, emotions are lost on me. Nonetheless…yes. I will give you something to ensure that I will not be forgotten.” His pride would endure nothing less. Sesshomaru stepped around behind Edward, wrapping his arm around the boy's waist and pulled him flush against his torso. He traced his delicate claws along Ed's jaw and then gripped it softly, turning his head to the side. Edward gasped as the demon's deadly fangs sank into the flesh on the back of his left shoulder and sharp claws dug into his ribs on one side. Damn, those were practically the same sites where Slicer—and his younger brother—had cut him up not that long ago. And it fucking stung, too. Sesshomaru had released just enough poison with his bite to ensure that the mark would scar.

 

The voice resounded in their minds a final time.

 

Well worth the wait, I think…

 

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As one, they awoke, in their own times, and in their own lands.

 

“Nii-san! You're awake!” Alphonse proclaimed happily. The glint of sun on his brother's steel torso blinded Ed momentarily, making him feel even more disoriented than he already did. What was going on here? “You were moaning in your sleep, and I couldn't wake you up. It sounded like you were having a nightmare.”

 

“I guess I must have been,” Edward answered slowly. Then he shook his head, still confused. “Where are we?”

 

Al's armor helm tilted to one side, quizzically. “We're in Rush Valley, Ed. You, me, and Winry. We just got in yesterday, remember? I'm still worried about Winry, though. She hasn't been back yet…”

 

“Ah, no need to worry about her,” Ed growled. “The way she's always knocking me upside the head with that damn wrench, I'm more worried about any potential mugger's safety than hers. Ouch! What was that for?” He rubbed his aching side. “Damn it, Al! Hit me somewhere other than there, will ya? It's still sore.”

 

“Gomen, Nii-san, but you really shouldn't talk about Winry like that.” Al chided. “It's very rude.”

 

“Yeah, I'm sorry too, Al,” Ed said, still rubbing his hurt ribs. It had been mostly healed; but was that a trickle of blood he felt running down his side? Nah, couldn't be. With difficulty, he resisted the urge to check his nape for bite marks. “Let's go find Winry.”

 

Ed took a few steps, and winced. You know, you'd think he'd learn, eventually, not to wear leather pants all the time. They had their benefits, sure, but some days they were downright uncomfortable…

 

Hell, it almost felt like he was going commando.

 

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“Lord Sesshomaru?” Jaken asked nervously. As the demon's eyes flickered open, he sighed in relief. “My Lord! I was afraid something might have happened to you. You were proving very difficult to wake up.”

 

“It was nothing,” Sesshomaru said. He got to his feet, glancing around at the small clearing, then sniffed delicately, testing the air. Yes, there it was; that fragrance lingered on. He smiled, a barely noticeable curve of the lips. “Let us go,” he said, as he reached up and tangled the fingers of his right hand in the pelt that he carried across his shoulder.

 

Sesshomaru strode from the clearing as Jaken woke Rin, and readied the dragon for travel.

 

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“Miaka? Have you seen Tamahome?” Lord Hotohori asked the young priestess.

 

“Not since last night,” the girl said, smoothing down her school uniform carefully, picking leaves and bits of twig out of her hair. “He must still be sleeping nearby, though. He certainly wouldn't go off and leave us.”

 

“If you say it, my lady, then it must be true,” Hotohori replied, while Nuriko fumed at this apparent display of favoritism. “I, on the other hand, am not so certain.”

 

“Can't you keep it down? How's anyone supposed to get any sleep around here?” Tamahome complained, dropping out of a nearby tree. He was supposed to be on guard duty, but he guessed he must have fallen asleep in the limbs. Oh, well, it gave Hotohori yet another reason to chastise him.

 

Still, that tree had been terribly uncomfortable. Maybe that explained why his ass was so sore…it…none of that could have been real, could it?

 

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A/N:That's it, that's all, no more. This is the first and ONLY chapter. Hope you had as much fun reading as we had writing! I still think it could stand a little improvement, so expect possible, minor changes.

 

Ok, if anyone missed the references…

 

Aside from the parts I've already mentioned, there's a line from XXX (the Vin Diesel movie), one from the Princess Bride, and one from Invasion America (although very few people still remember that show). There's also a reference to an extremely wrong short doujinshi/fanfic based on a Sesshy/Kagome pairing. It's sort of an in-joke, as is the bit about Goldschläger. Oh, and a very slight ref to a L'arc~en~Ciel song…the FMA fans'll be able to guess which one, if they're paying attention. Jack Crowley is from the `Curse of the Crimson Elixir' FMA game, and the rest of the scenarios are pretty much inspired by all the hentai stuff I read/ watch…