Title: Good Intentions
Author: tir-synni
Series: Slut!Ed
Pairing: Gatelings/Ed
Rating/Warnings: Hard R, sexual content, shota, non-con, etc.

There was so much to see here, so much to absorb.  When Edward Elric had first seen it, he wanted it all.  All the knowledge he had ever desired in his life rested within this mysterious realm.  No book of that damned old man’s could ever compare to this.

Now Edward couldn’t care less.

“Give him back!” he shouted, spinning around.  Endless white greeted him.  “Give my brother back to me!”

Edward couldn’t tell which way was up, down, left, right, anywhere!  The blankness extended into an eternal horizon.  The child wanted to weep but wouldn’t, wanted to stomp and scream and run but refused.  His own desires didn’t matter at that moment.  It was his desires that led him into this accursed realm to begin with.  He had to focus on what he needed to do.  He couldn’t flinch, couldn’t yield, couldn’t couldn’t be afraid.

“Give my brother back!” Edward roared, his cry falling flat.  “Whatever sacrifice you want, it’s yours!  Just give him back!”

Memories blazed through his mind, a torrent of sights and scents and sensations: Alphonse saying his name for the first time . . . Alphonse cuddling in his bed during a particularly nasty storm . . . Alphonse’s warm arms hugging him tightly . . . Alphonse’s soft face pressed against his neck. . . .  Beautiful, sweet, loving Alphonse, whose only thought was to call for his brother as those demonic hands ripped him apart.

“Anything!” Edward shouted desperately.  “Anything!”

“You barely have a leg to stand on for such claims.  I should know; I have the other one.”

Even as the familiar voice mocked him, the world twisted around the boy.  Again, Edward found himself frozen before the Gate, a white being standing in front of him.  Edward wasn’t sure what taunted him more: the creature’s smirk or the creature’s tanned leg.

“Back again?  You certainly don’t learn.”

Edward gritted his teeth and tried to stalk forward.  Nothing happened.  Startled, he looked down to see his stump, wet and dripping and crimson.  Instantly, he expected to feel the agonizing pain from before.  He felt nothing.  Sucking in a cold breath, the blond snapped his head back up to the figure before him.

“Give my brother back,” he demanded.  “I’m here for Alphonse.”

The smirk grew.  “You don’t have enough to sacrifice.”

“Then let me bind his soul!” Edward returned immediately.  “I have something to bind it to.  Let me just do that.”

The figure glided forward on mismatched feet.  The Gate loomed behind it.  The symbols etched there sliced through Ed’s retinas, scarring themselves into his memory.

“A soul-binding is expensive.  Many people have agreed to the exchange, not realizing the import of their sacrifice.”  Edwrd didn’t allow himself to flinch as those white fingers brushed his cheek.  They raped the warmth from his flesh.  Even when his leg had been torn from his body, Edward had not felt so violated.  However, he only straightened his spine.

“I’ll sacrifice anything,” he retorted evenly.  “It’ll be worth it.”

Those numbing fingers slid down his cheek to his throat.  He could feel them against his pulse.  “You’ll grow into great beauty,” the figure commented, its voice oddly conversational.  “And you will return to this realm.  And some part of you will never leave.”

The words chilled Edward, but the memory of Alphonse’s smile held him steady.  “All right.”

The smirk transformed into a slow, coy smile.  “Two sacrifices.  One to give the soul to you, the other for the soul binding.  We’ll take the first now.”

Edeard never saw the creature move.  The Gate exploded open, and he choked back a scream as black hands snatched at him.  He choked on his own gasp as they yanked him forward.  Edward saw the creature smirk at him one last time before the Gate slammed shut behind him.

The boy couldn’t see but he could feel and hear, feel those dead fingers tear the clothes from his body, hear the high-pitched cackles.  Edward whined and writhed as those icy hands groped him.  The creature from before spoke in the background, his voice a low drone as it explained the necessity of this sacrifice.  Edward couldn’t distinguish the words over the other creatures’ hisses and whispers.

“So small—”

“—tiny little—”

“He’s such a small—”

“—a bean—”

“—small—”

“—small—”

“—small—”

“—helpless—”

For Al!  For Al!  For Al!  Edward arched away as a cold hand gripped his small, flaccid cock.  Instantly, more hands were there, tugging at it and stroking it and gripping it like it was something totally new and alien.  Edward wanted to scream.

Those numbing bodies pressed against him from all sides.  Edward threw his head back and stared but could see nothing beyond the blackness.  Were his eyes even open?  Were his eyes even there?  Had they plucked them out?  He could feel the grasping hands and hear the high voices but he couldn’t seeseesee and he didn’t want to see didn’t want to see himself like this.

For Al! he thought desperately, clinging to that vow as a thick finger forced itself into his mouth.  It pressed down hard on his tongue, fat and smooth and supple and tasting like water, and Edward gagged.  Everything—everything—for Al.

Those hands never left his limp cock, touching it like children would a new pet.  More hands roamed, pinching and prodding, and Edward stared blindly beyond it all to Al’s face.

For Al.  Those numbing hands cupped his balls and stroked his hair and tore at the bleeding hole in his leg.

For Al.  Slick, wet tongues licked up his torso and slurped in the small of his back and whispered wickedly into his ear on the nature of sin.

For Al.  Dead fingers shoved themselves into his mouth and anus and nostrils, gagging him and tearing him and suffocating him.  They tore and scraped and plunged themselves deeper deeper deeper greedily never wanting to stop never seeming to ever want to stop burrowing and throbbing and thrusting deeper.

For Al.  It kept going, the pain transforming into an odd agony that hinted at no end or beginning.  The creatures took and took all that Edward gave, and the boy offered no resistance.

For Al.

Laughter echoed in Edward’s ears as the hands tightened unbearably around him and threw him back out of the Gate.  Blinding blackness warped into blinding white, and Edward blinked dazedly.  He couldn’t see the hands, but he could still feel the pain, still feel their fingers on him.  The creature sneered at him.  Edward stared blankly back.  It had ended so abruptly. . . .  Edward blinked and realized distantly that his clothed, untouched body was shivering, his leg the only bleeding part of him. 

“Now to bind the soul.”

Edward didn’t scream as his arm was torn away, this pain nothing compared to Before.  His lids kept fluttering like a bird’s wings.  All he was aware of was his short mantra, repeating over and over in his mind, drowning out the faint remnants of laughter.

“We will see you again.”

“Brother!  Why did you have to push yourself?!”

For you, Al.  For you.