Parental royed stories

Protective

3rd pov

Very few people paused to consider why Mustang's team stayed together, with the mish mash of personalities in the group, nor how every person has managed to walk away alive, no matter who they face or how. The entire Team themselves know, as does anyone who gets close enough to Mustang when someone messes with his team, but otherwise, no one is the wiser. Everyone figures it out - or at least those in Headquarters - that you don't mess with Mustang on a fine, rainy evening, as everyone is leaving the building.

Some of the men under Grand had been messing with Ed in anyway they could get away with whenever they see the kid, partially on orders, but mostly because they are little rocketfuckers who enjoy messing with those they see under them, which is anyone that has not earned their respect/fear. The whole team is there, Mustang and Hawkeye walking a few feet in front of the rest of the group, while the rest are grouped together and chatting to each other. The Colonel grumbles when he sees the rain outside, hesitating at the entrance of the building. Ed scoffs, giving the Bastard a smug grin and taking a step out of the building, the rain soaking his clothes but not drenching him.

Mustang opens his mouth, prepared to retort to the kids silent challenge, when three jerkwads stalk into the group, the leader bumping his shoulder into Ed's and causing him to stumble back into Mustang himself. The Colonel says nothing, but he does place a steadying hand on the younger's shoulder. The only way to get Ed to talk about something is to wait it out. That method does not work well with Mustang, but he's worked with the little gremlin for years, he can do the method it's just... not his favorite one. However, he has a feeling these bastards are going to tell him everything he needs with no problem.

The soldiers turn back around, grins on their face and their entire focus on Ed, something they will come to regret for the rest of their lives, even after they get transferred to a new city. The grins and eyes see not the glances shared between the team, nor the way the group pulls closer, creating a united force. No, all they see is the little boy they were asked to destroy, as well as the little shit they've been slowly destroying for their own satisfaction. Mustang glares, the look in their eyes is pulling forth the urge to protect his young subordinate, even though they have yet to say anything.

"Look boys, it's the little country bumpkin. You bumped into me assface. Gonna apologize for getting your disgusting country smell on me? It'll take ages for me to wash it off, after all, the country has too strong a smell."

There's a pause, but before Ed can speak, they continue on, overpowering him by not letting him get an edge in at all, not even a tiny one.

"We could always take the price out of you, as we have before, but that doesn't sound like fun. Maybe we could delay you or ruin your clothes again, but that's just too simple. Tearing up your work isn't fun either, it's already illegible by the time you bring it in.  Maybe we should use your body."

Roy's eyes flash, anger and protectiveness rising, but Riza grabs his shoulder. He glances at her, but she shakes her head and nods towards Fuery, who's recording everything. They still don't have enough. Mustang backs down, but only because he can see the anger he feels in the eyes of all of his subordinates as well as the fact that once he's done with them, they'll never be able to come near Ed without cowering in fear and pissing themselves. At the very least.

"I don't know... I'm not much for young ones, let alone for young boys. But, I think I can manage just this once, since it's for a special occasion. After all, it's not every day you're able to violate and break a kid in such a way."

"I'll certainly enjoy it. I love'em young, and the screams they let out... Oooh.... But nothing quite gets ya like the look on their faces once they get sucked into the pleasure their bodies are feeling, since bodies are so easy to manipulate."