Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or Gravity Falls. They belong to Hiromu Arakawa and Alex Hirsch respectively. I only own the OC characters.

Warning: This chapter contains a graphic scene of nonconsensual rape.

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It soon became clear to him that he was lying on his stomach when he woke up. That couldn't be right; he usually slept on his back because of his automail. He blinked his eyes open, fighting off grogginess. He tried to gauge the size of the room, the lights inside turned off and curtains drawn, shrouding the place in darkness. He was fully awake when he realized this wasn't his hotel room. It was much bigger, probably one of the suites Katelyn had talked about. But why was he here?

"Ah, darling, you're awake." He recognized the voice, recent events resurfacing. He glanced over to his right, where that man, Cornelius, was exiting the bathroom. He was dressed in casuals, steam filtering from the bathroom door. His heart picked up speed, panic settling in his nerves. He tried to struggle, but his ankles and wrists were tied to the bedposts with thick rope. Any protests were muffled by the gag. Much to his horror, he was completely naked. His skin crawled at the thought of the older man touching him.

Cornelius approached him quickly, laying a soothing hand on his head, where his hair was loose around his shoulders. The gesture had the opposite effect, making him freeze in fear and utter pitiful whines. The billionaire stroked his fingers along his strands. "Shh, shh," he muttered softly. "It's alright, Edward. You're safe." He glanced at the boy's metal limbs. "Your prosthetics suggest that you had a difficult life. Don't worry, child. Soon, you'll be home, and you'll live like a queen."

Cornelius bent down, far enough for Ed to smell his breath. "You have no idea," he said, tone turning sultry, "how much I've craved you since the day we met." The billionaire used a hand to rub his crotch area, breath growing husky. Ed stayed as still as he could, holding his breath. Eventually, the man straightened, turning to walk back to the bathroom.

He only got halfway there until he stopped dead in his tracks. Ed's heart skipped a beat, dying to know what the man was thinking. It seemed like an eternity until he spoke again. "I'm sorry, Edward," he said, striding back towards the boy. The teen struggled with renewed vigor, tears forming and spilling from his eyes. The gleam in Cornelius's gaze had terror ripple through him. It was almost... lustful. And very, very wrong.

The billionaire reached the bedside, using a hand to push the boy's neck into the soft mattress. "But I just can't hold myself back any longer." Ed screamed as Cornelius positioned his weight behind him, so that his buttocks were flush against the older man's crotch. He tried desperately to kick the man off him, but his tied limbs made that impossible. He shrieked at a high pitch as masculine hands spread his cheeks open.

Cornelius tutted. "Let's open you up, shall we?" Something penetrated somewhere that he knew didn't belong there. He whimpered in protest, squirming from the unwanted intrusion. A second digit entered then, wiggling around inside him. He started sobbing, tears soaking the cloth gag. The third spread him even wider, making him let out an embarrassing yelp. After several minutes of groping and stretching, Cornelius mercifully pulled his fingers from Ed's vulnerable innocence. "That should do it," he said under his breath more to himself.

It was then that the boy heard a fly being zipped open, and something hard, throbbing, and thick probed his sensitive entrance. He thrashed around wildly in what room he had, shouting behind the gag for Cornelius to stop, that he didn't want this. But it was clear the older man had no interest in his desires. The reality of what was about to happen overwhelmed him. Oh god, he was gonna... Katelyn, Al, where are you? Please, help, I don't want-!

Cornelius gasped as he buried his engorged cock up to the hilt in Edward's ass. The boy screamed, loud and high-pitched, like he was being murdered. The older man bent forward to whisper into Ed's ear. "You feel so good," he said, eliciting a low moan. "Different from all the others." He gently started to build up a rhythm, rocking back and forth on the blond's rear. Eventually, he was pounding into the boy, the small form underneath him screaming and whimpering pathetically. However, Cornelius was only driven on by the noises Ed made. Blood welled up around his pulsing member, reducing the dry experience he was having so far. With a loud groan, he finally reached his climax, coming inside the quivering teen. White liquid spilled out onto the sheets. He withdrew himself, returning to the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving Ed in the mess he had instigated.

He returned, this time with a syringe in his hand. Edward eyed it in fear, vigorously shaking his head, starting up his struggles once again. "Don't be afraid, darling," Cornelius muttered soothingly. He pressed the teen's head into the pillow to keep him still. "We'll be home before you know it." The needle plunged into his neck, the plunger pushed down. Blackness immediately engulfed him.

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After the boy was comfortably sedated, Cornelius went through the process of clothing him, and preparing to transport him from the hotel. All the others that he was with were causing a huge ruckus over their missing companion, but he had no intention of running into them. He would seem more suspicious for sure, but that wasn't a problem. He was rich, after all. Draping a sheet over Ed's limp form in his arms, he descended the stairs and slipped out a side entrance, tucking himself and his new treasure into the backseat of his chauffer, the vehicle immediately heading towards his private jet.

Once on the plane, Cornelius inspected Ed's metal arm, discovering where it was connected to his shoulder port. With a bit of tinkering, he managed to safely detach the arm, storing it way so that he could keep it for himself. It would make escape more difficult. It would also make the boy more dependent on him.

Cornelius smiled to himself, leaving his beauty to rest in the seat he had settled him in. The teen would defy him at first, but he would eventually realize how much the billionaire loved him, and he would never want to leave.

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Author's Note: I'm sorry. Poor Edo.

Redrum Origins Part 3 is coming along.

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See you next time!

-The_Mayflower