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Title: �Finally
With You�

Genre: Romance/Fluff/humor

Rating: NC-17
for sexual content

Warnings: This
entry is not worksafe, as this has content of a
sexual nature. Reader discretion is advised.

Pairing: Edward
Elric x Alfons Heiderich

Note: Written
for the PervWars January Challenge, and inspired
slightly by the doujin �Equal�

For: Cryogenia.

��

�� Alfons didn�t remember much about before the surgery.
His body was lying there during the full process, lifeless, covered in tubes
and wires and plastic sticks, making him look like a living lab rat�almost
suspended in a half-asleep, half-awake state that he would never get up from,
thanks to the drugs. It was hard to say whether or not Edward had ever looked
at the body with disgust, or even fear for the man that was lying there those
few months (it was assumed that it was the latter, though he would never let
anyone go with him to confirm or deny such suspicions).

��

�� Some said that Edward would steal into his room in
the dead of night, crying over him when the nurses wouldn�t look and the
Alchemic doctors were far off in their own beds, readying themselves for sleep.

�� Others said that Edward wouldn�t see him at all,
rather moping in some distant corner of elsewhere, kicking the dirt and glaring
at the sky as if he was challenging God himself, simply daring him to do
anything that might cause a negative conclusion to the situation of the boy
sleeping in that hospital in this land far, far away from his own.

��

�� Alphonse wasn�t sure what to think.

�� A boy who looked like him was in the hospital,
suffering from a condition that would have cost any normal person their lives,
if his brother hadn�t dragged him there for treatment. Bloody clothes, bloody
face, bloody coughs, so much blood�

�� There was blood, so much blood�

�� And yet, in a few short months (though long for any
serious Alchemic medical process), the coughing subsided, the man�s body�s
tension eased from a taut bowstring to a limp noodle, and those eyes that would
only be dull and glassy before, had started to glimmer and sparkle, revealing a
warmth and softness that Alphonse had only imagined in the other�s eyes before.
�

�� His brother had asked to be with him after the
doctors had let him know that he was free to go. Well, more like �demanded�,
letting them all know quite clearly who was paying for the operation in the
first place (operation on what?) , and when they asked for family notification��

�� Alphonse shuddered at the memory.

�� Luckily nobody was hurt in that explosion.

�� But even so�

��

�� There his Brother was, walking out the door with a
young man who looked like him, but
wasn�t him.

��

�� He had wanted to follow, but he knew that he
couldn�t.

��

�� He had wanted to ask questions, but he knew that he
shouldn�t.

�� All he could do was watch, as his brother and the
young man walked out of the office�

�� Tomorrow.

��

�� He would go over to his brother�s flat, bring Winry,
ask all about�this�and discuss it all
tomorrow.

�� *�� *�� *

�� Edward Elric had never even considered that he�d
think of another man as �beautiful�. There was Alphonse, who as his younger
brother was the cute-who-could-not-be-knocked-down, perfection in flesh,
softness with the body of a thousand rocks that could knock him dead with very
little effort (damn him). His little brother, the one he would give his life,
heart, soul, and everything just to make smile�

�� And for a while, perhaps he had thought that about
Alfons, too. It was hard to tell really, looking at him now. The resemblance was
only fleeting, from a distance, though even now Edward was lost for words on
how to describe how.

��

�� He was sitting on the bed now, white shirt clinging
to a bony frame, which was only made thinner by lack of food and a constant
diet of IV fluids. Slight atrophying was noticeable in the legs and arms from
lack of movement, and his almost constant drug-induced state for the past few
months was showing in his face�the lack of color obvious.

��

�� Alfons had been sick
before�

��

�� Was this the Alfons Heiderich that he knew? The same guy that he worked with? The same guy who was sick,
trying to make the best of his dream before he died? The same guy who he had
roomed with, talked with, and even shared his stories of home with?

��

�� Was he really just finally fine, after all this time?

�� It was almost hard to believe.

�� No�it was
hard to believe.

�� It was almost like a dream.

�� It made him wonder why Al hadn�t followed along�he
was sure that the two of them, Al and Alfons, would have gotten along well.
Probably they would have grabbed an armful of kittens and puppies, hidden them
in the basement, and tried to raise a damn farm of the furry bastards without
Ed�s knowledge.

�� But all Alphonse had done was stand with Winry,
seeing the two of them off with a quizzical look accompanied with a wave.

�� What was that
all about?

�� He�d have to talk to Al about it later.

��

�� Edward?�

�� Alfons�s voice was soft. Almost too soft for what he
was used to. Before it had been mellow, but laced with a slight rasp that
almost made it sound like a purr�now it was just soft, quiet.

�� Not the Alfons voice that he knew.

�� But even so�

�� Edward smiled. He had to smile. Couldn�t
help it. He was okay, after
all. Safe and fine and not going to die,
all the while away from that crazy, war-obsessed world of his.

��

�� Alfons could be happy here.

�� Yeah?�

�� The man shuffled his foot a bit, perhaps in an
attempt to raise his knee to get his own shoe off. Ed had taken a step forward
to assist, but Alfons had managed to get it himself, prying the thing off and
setting it down, only to lift his other leg (shaky though it was), allowing his
other shoe to join its mate.

��

�� Where�are we?�

��

�� We�re in my world.� Edward said, taking a seat next
to Alfons on the bed. �Central City.�

��

�� Central?� Alfons blinked. When he looked like that,
the Alfons he knew before was starting to come back�just like Edward knew he
would, though it would probably take a bit of time.

��

�� Yeah. That�s�the capital
city of my country. Remember? I told you about it.�

�� In Munich�that�s right. Everything�s very hazy, Edward. I can�t
remember very much.�

�� It�ll come to you.�

��

�� I know it will. I�m just�� A sigh, and the
lowering of a head. Typical Alfons. �One moment I�m
barely breathing in Germany, hunched over my machines�and the next I wake up
here, with you and a bunch of people I don�t know looking at me.�

��

�� You mean you don�t remember anything before that?�

�� Alfons looked up with a wan smile, shaking his head.
�No, I don�t. I wish I did. All I remember is waking up in the bed, seeing you,
and being able to breathe better than I ever have in a long time.�

��

�� That means that the drugs they�d been doping you up
with for the past three months finally got out of your system, and that you�re gonna fully recover.�

��

�� Recover�?�

��

�� From your illness, idiot.
You�re not going to die.�

�� if I hadn�t have woken up where I was, or if you
weren�t the one to tell me, I probably would have punched you right now.�

��

�� Because everyone else you�ve seen and talked to has told you otherwise.�

��

�� Something like that.�

�� Silence. More silence than
before, anyway. Damn Central homes for not having thin walls, to at least
filter some of the sounds in from outside. Perhaps this would have been less
awkward. Munich was always noisy�if not from crying children or singing
drunks than from cars passing, gunshots ringing out and loud bustling activity
out on the streets. For a big city, Central�s residential areas were rather
peaceful�peaceful enough to send awkward silences into increased awkward
silences. Alfons was too busy staring at his feet, pretty blue eyes glazed over
with something Edward didn�t quite notice or understand (fear? Resignation? Nostalgia?
Understanding?), meanwhile Ed�s hands were too busy shaking, too busy feeling
the warmth emanating from the other�s body and wanting to reach out for it. To touch it.

�� To do something.

�� Too many sleepless nights he had spent in Munich simply staring at the man. From a simple family
resemblance to an unhealthy affection bred of an emotion he himself wasn�t
quite used to, gold eyes would only linger, watching. Never touching, refusing
to touch. Alfons wouldn�t have possibly gotten into it, he had kept telling
himself, Alfons wouldn�t have possibly ever wanted to
try something like that with him. Alfons looked like Al (like his own
brother�that was sick); he didn�t look like Al; he was from another
world; Alfons would just fall in love with a pretty young girl and then walk
away�Touch, contact. Both illegal but
desperately wanted, instead dug deep under the surface with just insatiable closeness, teasing, sometimes making him
want to scream�

�� Edward�� He
had been standing in front of him. He remembered that. His workshirt
was dampened with sweat, showing that the poor man, in his haste and excitement
to just start working, had forgotten
to put on an undershirt again. Both were in front of the thing�that damned circle, that would take the two of them home if Edward only
touched it�

�� Alfons.� Edward managed to find his breath, his voice,
watching the man.

�� Going
home?� How could his voice be so light,
when only nights ago he had been coughing out blood into his hand, and when
everything was about to end right here, right now? That, and when people could
find the two of them right his minute?!

��

�� Something
like that.�

��

�� I
knew it.� He was smiling. Always, always smiling, damn it. �That�s why I made
my way here. Even if nobody else did, I knew that you�d��

��

�� That I�d be here, right? That I�d try to
go home, like I�ve been bitching about ever since I came to this damn world?�

��

�� I
wasn�t going to put it quite so bitterly, but something like that.�

��

�� You
weren�t exactly fair to me when you left.�

��

�� I
also wasn�t in the full belief that there was another world either. At least�not until tonight.�

��

�� So
what�s this got to do with anything?�

��

�� A
sigh, and the patter of footsteps as the man stepped
closer.

��

�� Edward
felt his palms start to sweat.

�� I
just�� The lower of eyes, the tremble of a lip, and GodohGod
don�t look like that, damn it��I wanted to say goodbye to you, Edward. I knew
that if I waited that you�d already be gone��

�� You
didn�t have to come to say goodbye.� It would have been too hard, like it is
right now, damn it� �You�ll forget me in a few months anyway, right?�

��

�� How
can you say that? We lived together for two
years, Edward.� Ooops, probably not the best
thing to say in a situation like this. All Edward�s words seemed to do was make
Alfons step closer, desperation inching into his voice. But what else was he
supposed to say? It was true, damn it. �You don�t just forget your roommate in
a period of months. Besides, I�ll be dead anyway before you know it.�

��

�� .�

��

�� Sorry. This is probably the last thing you want to hear
before you go home.�

�� Damn
right about that. Instead of getting a �well-wishes, hope you get home safe�, I
get a �I�ll never get the chance to say goodbye to you
because I�m dying and there�s nothing you can do about it�.�

��

�� Then
I guess I should get to the point then. I don�t want to keep you from getting home.�

�� So
there was a point other than telling me that you�re going to die, you finally
believe that I�m right about there being another world, and that you�re sorry
that you were� a dick to me before?�

��

�� I
think you were the one being insensitive, Edward. Not me.�

��

�� What
the�why is this pinned on me?! Are you trying to piss me off?�

��

�� No;
I�m trying to distract you.�

��

�� Wha��

�� Edward
didn�t even realize that Alfons was right in front of him until he felt a pair
of weak hands grasp the front of his shirt, pulling him close
for a kiss.

Kiss.

Edward.

Alfons.

Kissing.

�Mouth met
mouth, rough and wind-chapped met wet and soft, but Edward wasn�t sure which
was wet and which was chapped; all he cared about was that Alfons had grabbed
him, those normally gentle hands attempting to be forceful, and had his mouth
on his with enough force to knock him down and dizzy.

It took a few seconds and Alfons about to pull away
before Edward had the sense to grab that idiot by the back of the head and kiss
him back, hard.

Hell no. He wasn�t letting him get away.

If this was a dream, then his dreams were really
fucking cruel�

But if this
was real, and Alfons was really kissing him�

Then�

Alfons had backed away with a moan,
and Edward pulled him back to kiss him harder, rubbing his shoulders and
pressing back harder�

And
that was it. Alfons had backed away then, hacking and coughing�blood was
spilling from his mouth and Edward remembered panicking�he had grabbed Alfons,
and slammed his hands on the circle, as hard as he could, even with the hacking
man in his arms�

But
Alfons wasn�t coughing now. He wasn�t hacking, he wasn�t sick, he was okay.

And
he didn�t even remember that he had kissed him.

�Are
you sure that you don�t remember anything, Alfons?� He had to remember that at least. It had been a few months
ago, and Edward could still feel the warmth on his lips, and taste that small
hint of oil on the tip of his tongue�

Alfons
glanced up and blinked. Why did he have to look so confused?

And
then he smiled.

Edward
wanted to yell at his heart to stop racing, or maybe threaten it with a
sledgehammer so he wouldn�t hear it thundering in his ears, drowning out most
of Alfons�s voice:

�I
don�t remember anything, I�m afraid. I remember that I did something
important�but that�s about all. I wish I could remember.�

Important.

He�d
definitely categorize that kiss as �spontaneous�, or �fate-sealing�, but
certainly not �important�.

��

�� �Why?� He was still smiling. Just like before. Damn it. �Did I do something in
particular? Is there something that I should remember?�

�� Of course you
did. We fucking made out in the goddamn factory!

�� Y-Yeah�� he hoped his expression wasn�t as nervous
as he felt. �Something like that.�

�� Something like that?�

�� Yeah, something like that!�
What, do you want me to just pin you down
and kiss you, or what?!

��

�� Well it certainly can�t just be something when your face is red like that!�

��

�� It�s not
red!�

��

�� It looks red to me.�

��

�� You also just got out of the hospital! You could be
seeing things!�

��

�� I could also be seeing things now in a hallucination of death, though
that doesn�t seem very likely either, does it? Your face is red,
Edward.�

��

�� So what if it is?� Damn man. Damn Alfons. Having the ability to rile him up like this. To make his
hands shake more, to make his stomach knot, to make him want to just pin him
down and kiss the life out of him�

�� Then tell me why! I did something to cause that,
right? The least you can do is tell me why! It�s certainly not hard, and I
couldn�t have��

�� Do you really want to know?�

��

�� Edward hadn�t
realized that he had scooted closer to Alfons. They were close now�legs close
enough to touch, and hands barely brushing each other on the
sheet of the mattress�the bed was so much softer than their old one, and
much larger; it was enough to fit two people, instead of enough to fit one
anorexic person and another normal-sized person practically right on top of
him.

�� Alfons didn�t seem to notice.

�� And if he did, then he wasn�t showing it. Or he just
wasn�t caring.

��

�� He was the one
who kissed me.

�� I�d like to.� Alfons was so damn oblivious. It
almost hurt. �I�d certainly like to know what I did that affected you so much.�

�� Affected me,
huh?� You don�t know the half of it.

��

�� Now it was Alfons moving closer.

�� For the love of�their legs were touching.

�� Didn�t I?�

��

�� Well, yeah.�

�� Their faces were too damn close. Alfons was only six
inches away from him, so damned close he could feel his breath wash over his face,
as they turned to look at each other.

�� Edward wanted to lean forward.

�� Damn it, damn
it, damn it!

�� Then what was it?�

�� Well�I�can�t exactly tell you.� He could, but that was beside the point. �I�d have to
show you.�

��

�� There was that blinking again. �Show me?�

�� Yeah.�

�� Blue eyes blinked one more time. Twice
more. Three times more, with surprise. Slight
surprise, moderate surprise, Edward didn�t know and he honestly didn�t
care�watching the slight movement of the blonde�s lips as he seemingly
contemplated the action. Sickly pale skin taking on a slight pink flush, color
returning to where there was none, the eyes were sparkling like they had used
to, mouth almost taking on its former hue�

��

�� Edward�s heart thumped as he suddenly remembered why
he considered Alfons Heiderich beautiful.

�� Why those feelings had bubbled up inside him in the
first place, damn them to hell anyway.

�� And that smile. The eyes closing and the mouth
forming in that damned smile.

�� All right then, Edward.� He said, �It�s a little
strange when you�re acting like this, but go ahead. I trust you.�

�� It took all of a half a second for Edward to pounce.

�� He didn�t even notice Alfons�s surprised cry as metal
and flesh mismatchedly met shoulders, pinning the
taller figure down onto the mattress. A mouth attacked,
hungry, grasping onto that pale body like his life depended on it, tasting that
all-too-familiar oily flavor all over again. It tasted like shit, just
like oil should taste (though why the man would taste like oil was beyond him�he worked on rockets, he sure as hell didn�t eat them!), but it was still sweet and
warm because it was him. The scent of
hospital and medicine mixed with that natural scent of indoors and Munich
streets, the sounds of medium-pitched whimpers coming out of some throat that
Edward didn�t care to try to recognize (whether it was his own or Alfons�s, he
didn�t care), the feeling of starched shirt under his fingertips�

�� Alfons�s hands dug into his shirt, pulling him
closer, with something that sounded like a moan
coming from his lips.

��

�� Edward...�

�� So maybe showing him was the right idea.

�� His lips left the other�s and moved to the chin,
nibbling clumsily around it and down to the throat, down to the collarbone even
though the rest of him was annoyingly covered with that damn shirt.

�� He�d have to get rid of that later.

�� Edward, ah�w-wait��

�� Fuck. Fuck, I screwed up. I did too much, or maybe
even too little, damn it, I screwed up fuck�

�� Edward looked up, positioned himself up, bracing
himself for the initial glare or demanding look�or even for that frightened
puppy look that Al gave him whenever he wanted to get his way, or even worse,
a�

�� A train of thought that would have been suddenly
stopped, the moment he stared down at the one he had been kissing before.

�� Those eyes were too damned warm to have been upset.

�� Then what the hell�why ask him to stop?

�� That�I��

�� He opened his mouth once. Twice to
speak.

�� It seemed like he had found his voice again.

��

�� I kissed you?�

�� He certainly didn�t sound disgusted, though then again he didn�t sound disgusted when he was snogging the living fuck out of him before, either. More of
a mixture of surprise, shock, and maybe a bit of embarrassment, if the flush in
his cheeks had anything to say about it (though that could have been because
not even three minutes before, their mouths were attacking each other
mercilessly).

�� Something like that, yeah.�

�� And you didn�t punch me?�

�� You�re asking me this when I pinned you down before?�

�� Well forgive me for being under the impression that
it�s not exactly normal to harbor romantic feelings for your roommate, Edward.�

��

�� Abnormal�? Fuck, it�s �different�, but not a disease. If anything you�d be
the one disgusted with me.�

��

�� The brother complex is sometimes a bit creepy, I�ll
admit that.�

�� And yet you still kissed me.�

�� I�m also not your brother.�

�� Gee, thanks for pointing it out. I never would have
guessed.�

�� Even after pinning me down and kissing the life out
of me, you�re ever the charmer.�

��

�� Fuck you! Al never put me through this sort of
shit.�

��

�� Al would also never kiss you like this, I�d reckon.�

��

�� Prick.�

��

�� Should I take that as a pet-name now, with the
amount of times you call me that?�

��

�� You�You��

�� Edward�s eyes flared, instinct taking over as he
grabbed the other man by his arm, sitting up and yanking hard enough to allow
Alfons to follow, hardly noting the fact that he was now in his lap, straddling the taller man and close enough to start kissing
all over again.

�� Fucking
idiot. Careless
moron. Almost fucking died, could have gotten yourself killed, not only
for being in the factory but not taking
care of yourself�would have died
if I hadn�t have brought you here�Damn you. God damn you.

�� �Edward�? Are you all right�?�

�� Just shut up and don�t move.� Those arms that had
moved to encircle around the man�s shoulders not only seconds before tightened,
trembling. Or was that Alfons trembling? Maybe it was him. Maybe it wasn�t.

��

�� Edwa��

��

�� I said, shut up. The hell would
you have done if I hadn�t dragged you here? You could have died just
following me, you idiot. You just had to follow
me into that room, didn�t you? They could have caught you before you came up to
me. And just so you could give me a damned kiss.
What were you thinking?!�

��

�� Alfons said nothing�and even if he did, Edward didn�t
care. Alfons was fine now, here�but
what if he had not come to find him? Or rather, if he had, but had not kissed
him and just left? He could have died, if not by gunshot, but by coughing his
guts out on a floor somewhere, with nobody to help him. If he had been smart, he would have refused to work
with those Thule bastards in the first place. If he had been smart, he would have kept away from the
fumes and let his lungs get better, like the doctors had kept telling him. If he had been smart�

��

�� If he had been
smart, he wouldn�t be with me now, goddamn it�

��

�� I was going to die anyway.� Alfons responded finally,
moving his own arms to wrap around Edward�s waist. �It was worth the risk, at
least to see you again.�

��

�� What, did you have a change of heart after bitching
me out? Decided that instead of hating me and thinking I was scum on the bottom
of your high-and-mighty German shoe, you wanted to kiss me instead?�

��

�� He knew he was being unfair. He didn�t care. It
didn�t make any sense (not that he
was complaining, of course). One minute the man was acting as if he was the
idiot-to-end-all-idiots, and that he couldn�t possibly understand any sort of pain
or suffering that he ever had, and then the next he follows him into a place
that if he had been caught, he would have been fucking killed, all for one kiss?

�� It was nonsensical.

�� It was impulsive.

�� It was stupid.

�� It was very much something that Edward would have
done, goddamn it.

�� A sigh followed, and one hand rose, touching Edward�s
hair, featherlight on the top of his head. The other
stayed at his waist.

��

�� I honestly can�t remember, Edward. I can only give
you assumptions as to what I was thinking back then based on how I feel now,
but I�m sure that I just wanted to see you again. I remember how I felt after
yelling at you before; I was hurt. What was I supposed to say��fine, whatever
you say, Edward. I should stop pursuing the dream I had been chasing all my
life, because a world that might not exist could be attacked by my creations�.
I couldn�t do that. You know that. I know that. You wouldn�t have given up your
dreams for me. In fact, you just seemed to drag me right along with them.�

�� You were the only one who listened, Alfons.�
Edward�s voice was tiny. A whisper. �I know you didn�t
believe me, but you didn�t throw me into a hospital, or laugh at me. You at
least humored me, so I thought�I thought that maybe�somewhere in there, that
you would believe what I was saying��

��

�� I know. You truly believed everything you told me,
and it turns out that every single one of them was true. I was the stubborn
idiot in the end, Edward. But at the time, I was just so angry. I was dying, I
was in pain. I knew I was going to go soon and then you tell me something like that. No normal person from my side
would believe it. You know that.�

��

�� Alfons�s body shivered, though Edward himself wasn�t
sure if that was from the cold.

�� Then why,� Edward swallowed. �Why the hell did you
believe me when I told you that you were in Central? You were so fucking out of
it when you were in the tubes, I could have told you anything and you would
have believed it.�

��

�� We don�t have hospitals that advanced in Germany, Edward. Not even America or Britain has hospitals like that, and they�re on the cutting
edge of medical technology.� Alfons paused, taking a breath. �That, and I don�t think you would lie to me about something
that�s so important to you. All you ever wanted was to get back home�why would
you lie to me about it? What would you gain from it? You always lived in your
own little world in Munich, Edward�but you were never a liar.�

�� And you still yelled at me about me mentioning my
world.�

��

�� I thought we went over that. And even so�I�m wrong,
and you�re right. In the end, things really did turn out the way you had said
they would. About you coming home, I mean.�

��

�� I didn�t think I�d ever come home, Alfons.�

�� The taller man cringed, and then shivered.

�� Just like I didn�t think that I was going to live.�

��

�� Well we�re both here, and you�re alive now and I�m
alive and both of us are alive and well and healthy.� A
pause. ��for the most part. So just for one fucking day, lay off the
angst, quit worrying about dying, and just be happy that you�re alive
for the first time in your whole damn life, all right?�

��

�� Another sigh.

��

�� I love you too, Edward.�

��

�� Lov�wait,
what?!

��

�� �Love�?

�� Just the sound of the word, in that accented English,
rolling off Alfons�s tongue sent a tingle down Ed�s spine; did he even know
what he was talking about? �Love�. They weren�t even
really �together�, only kissed each other twice and never really discussed what
their feelings were, and yet he was already running off about �love�? Sure Ed
had thought about him. He would stare at him, watch him, sometimes even worry
for him, at times become desperate for that touch that he never thought he
would ever receive, and drown in his eyes and voice until he felt that he couldn�t
get up from himself and get out of that stage where nothing but that man�s
fucking name existed�but �love�?

��

�� Love was for those who married�spent their entire
lives together�for those who a person needed to be close to at all times�to
hold, to kiss, to touch. To be near and take care of, to keep by their side at
all times no matter the cost. Love was for family, but also for lovers,
husbands, wives�

��

�� Who the fuck was
Alfons now?

�� Did he love him?

��

�� Did he need
him? �

�� Did he�?

�� Edward clung to the man tighter, almost possessively,
burying his head into Alfons�s chest.

��

�� Maybe. Maybe I do. Who the fuck knows?

��

�� All that mattered was that Alfons was there, and that
he was there, and that somehow, somewhere, there was plenty of peace with the
world.

�� Peace enough for Edward to start nibbling on
Alfons�s skin again.

��

�� Shut up and get on your back, Alfons.�

�� The response was nothing more than a throaty moan.

�� And Ed could only grin against his skin.

�� *�� *�� *

�� His body wasn�t necessarily very beautiful; rather,
Alfons was never proud of it. It was too thin and much too bony; something that
he himself wasn�t too keen on showing anyone�especially not Edward�though in
his defense he didn�t quite believe he would ever show anyone his body in the
first place. Incoming death aside, there weren�t many people who appreciated
having a neat-freak, detail-oriented, very dry and even sarcastic rocket
scientist for a partner. That, and he had never though that anyone, especially
not anyone like Edward Elric, would appreciate him as a person, at least enough
to try to pursue a relationship with him.

�� And yet, here he was, lying on the bed on his back,
just as Edward had managed to take off the last article of clothing that had
clung to him.

�� His first instinct was to roll on his side and curl
into himself, blushing.

�� And Edward�s first instinct was to roll him back on
his back and gently ease his legs down�and was he clicking his tongue?

��

�� We can�t do this if you hide yourself, Alfons.�

�� It�s embarrassing, okay?� Alfons tried to curl his
legs back up, but Edward only eased them down again. �I�ve never shown anyone
my body before.�

�� You�re seeing me naked, and I�m not hiding.�

�� You�re also attractive,
Edward. Something that, as you can tell, I�m certainly not.�
��

��

�� Right. Now legs down.�

��

�� Despite the blush, Alfons found himself conceding
anyway, reluctantly uncurling his legs (difficult though it was�he was only
just starting to use his legs again, apparently, and it showed in how
unresponsive the things were when he wanted them to do something as simple as
rise up or down like normal) and lying them flat on the mattress, unsure if he
should spread them or keep them closed, for Edward�s prying hands to open up
himself.

�� which he was already
doing, damn him, no shame at all mister
badass-alchemist-taking-advantage-and-topping-a-perfectly-virginal-weakling.

�� Unattractive, what the fuck.� He heard the man whisper,
even as Alfons scrunched his eyes shut (Oh
shit, he�s moving my arms he can see all of me now). �Maybe we should do
this in front of a mirror sometime. Maybe if you stare at yourself long enough,
it�ll sink some damned sense into you.�

�� Alfons could hardly find the room to complain before
two hands�one metal, one flesh�decided to attack his nipples, the heat-cold
sending them both into hardness (as well as somewhere else�oh God, it throbbed), and shivers running up and
down his spine. The flesh hand decided to pinch, while the metal hand stroked,
and a moan was coming out of Alfons�s mouth even before he felt a tongue
teasing the side of his throat.

�� Oh sweet God�this was only the beginning and he felt
his entire body want to convulse.

�� And Edward had to chuckle, the bastard.

��

�� Like that, do you?� he asked, hot against his ear.

�� At least he was confident. If Alfons had decided to
play the dominant role their clothes would still be on and they�d play the �Whose
erection will explode first from mere anticipation?� game. �There would be no tentative touches or even
harsh, demanding ones (much like the way Edward was moving his flesh hand down
his stomach, holymotherofGod)�there would just be
words. And glancing over at one another�and even more words�

�� And maybe more of that embrace that they had shared
before�where he had Edward in his arms, straddling him, and the man bearing out
his soul in the only way he knew how: bluntly, with a brick.

�� Perhaps that wasn�t as romantic as he would have
liked.

�� But neither was Edward�s kiss, tongue thrusting into
his now surprised, open mouth while his flesh hand found his cock, stroking and
prodding with the expertise only a clumsy thirteen-year-old would have. It was
a bit painful, rough, and Edward was grabbing the shaft a bit too hard, but the
fact stood that he was grabbing it at all, straight out of one of Alfons�s more
botched daydreams (that was the one in which his poor crotch was chafing
against the fabric when he started thrusting against�he couldn�t even remember
just what he was thrusting against),
and that he had the lungs to moan and the ability to actually enjoy this.

�� Enjoy this and Edward himself, touching him that
wasn�t quite the material of daydreams and fantasies�but it was Edward�

�� And that meant everything to him.

�� All that time just watching, waiting�just
hoping that Edward would get out of his dream world to step into reality, just
to look at him for any flicker of any moment�

�� And it had finally, gloriously (even gloriously
clumsy, as it would seem that it was) coming together in this.

�� Edward�!�

�� Breaking away to moan his name perhaps wasn�t the
best idea; all it earned was an irritated growl,
and Edward kissing him harder, hand moving from his crotch downwards, past his
balls and lower, lower�

��

�� Much lower than that.

�� Alfons yelped even before Edward tried to get the
first finger in.

�� Relax, dammit.� It was more of a moan than an order,
come to think of it. �If you don�t, this�ll hurt.�

��

�� It already does
hurt, Alfons wanted to say, but rather kept his mouth shut, scrunching his
eyes against the uncomfortable, unfamiliar pain.

�� What the fuck.
Alfons, relax! I can�t even get a finger in��

�� Aren�t you supposed to do something else? Before you
do that?�

�� Something else? Alfons what
are yo��

�� Edward didn�t even finish that sentence before his
eyes had widened, and the man had decided that it was a good idea to fall off
the bed, nearly knocking over the nightstand in the process. At least his
finger wasn�t stuck in Alfons�s ass when he did fall, or else the dry burn
mixed with the momentum of Edward falling wasn�t going to have a very good
result on his poor body. And blood didn�t necessarily bring one to want to have
sex, after all. �

��

�� And neither did the sight of one�s partner opening
the drawer, rifling through things like papers, gloves, and matches. If only he could get up and
look himself, but his weak legs would hardly let him move them up or
down�getting up off the bed to help would have been nothing but a chore.

��

�� Where is it��

��

�� Where�s what, Edward?�

��

�� I know I put it in here!!�

��

�� Put what?�

�� You�ll see in a minute once I find the damn thing!�

�� Before Alfons could even get the words� �find what� out of his lips in a confused
blurt of sound, Edward let out a loud �About fucking time!� before slamming the
drawer shut, holding something in his hand and literally jumping onto the bed,
pouncing onto Alfons with the enthusiasm of a puppy, without the face licking
and the affectionate nuzzling.

�� No, instead he was opening a small bottle and dipping
his flesh fingers in it.

�� Dipping his flesh fingers into it and�

��

�� Aah! Cold!�

��

�� It�s supposed to feel cold at first�it�ll adjust to
your body temperature in a minute.�

�� Of course Edward had to say that as he ran his (cold) finger around that puckered ring
of muscle, before practically shoving it in there to the knuckle and wiggling
it around.

�� Feels weird��

�� Weird� was an understatement�especially as the second
(whatthefuckwasthat,holyfuckthat�scold) finger also decided to press
in, wiggling around with its mate.

�� At least it didn�t hurt this time.

�� But it felt strange, having those fingers wiggle
about, moving around, exploring the confines of his insides like it was some
sort of stalagtite cave�

�� Suddenly, Alfons stiffened.

�� Edward�s fingers only decided to brush against
that�whatever that was, again.

�� He wailed this time.

�� I think I found it��

�� Alfons didn�t want to know what Edward meant by
�found�. If he had meant found by �found the spot that made him shudder and
gasp like a little girl�. Or even �found the spot that for the love of God,
Edward better touch again because that felt good, damn it�, then yes, he had,
in fact, �found it�.

�� There wasn�t time to ask however, as Edward�s fingers
were already out, He was putting some of the oil on his hand (he winced from
the cold�served the bastard right), and then applied it to himself (that was sort of thick, wasn�t it�not so
much long, but definitely thick�), and then it hardly registered that the
thick thing that Alfons was starting at was going to go inside him, until it, in fact�

�� Aaaaah!!�

�� Did go
inside him.

�� Pain. That was the first
thing he felt. Slow, burning pain, mixing in with something else that was only
ever so quickly starting to combine itself with that uncomfortable sting that
decided to make itself at home around that entrance of his. It wasn�t like
there was much resistance (not like Edward was going too fast�he was conscious
of Alfons�s poor body at least), though at the same time it wasn�t like the man
was giving him much room to adjust to the intrusion that had decided to make
its place inside him.

�� Relax,
relax�Edward had said that I needed to relax, or else this was going to hurt.

�� Not that it already wasn�t hurting.

�� But it wasn�t like he could tell Edward that. It was
obvious that he cared about his feelings too�or else he wouldn�t have at least
made some attempt at being slow.

�� Suddenly, Edward stopped moving, now simply buried to
the hilt inside him.

��

�� You okay?� it was more of a desperate rasp than a
question�Alfons couldn�t help feeling sorry for the man.

�� Y-Yeah.� As
okay as he could be, anyway.

�� Holy God, Edward really was inside him.

�� And Edward really was moving inside him.

�� Edward!!!�

�� Alfons!!� �

�� *�� *�� *

�� Edward had a lot of items on his track record. He was
the Fullmetal Alchemist, Hero of the People, was the only one who could
transmute Mustang�s car and get away with it, had a brother complex enough to
begin a fascination with the alternate of his brother (which didn�t even lead
into a brother complex when it started to grow into more than that)�

�� And now he could say that he was, officially, not a
virgin anymore.

�� Alfons had curled up beside him, his taller frame
feeling quite awkward against Edward�s much smaller one, though it wasn�t like
Edward really cared as Alfons was against him and the two of them were close as
they could be. He should have known that Alfons was going to be a cuddler after sex; it only seemed right, especially with
the soft smiles, and the man�s damned gentle disposition.

�� He could even feel a few small kisses pressed against
his chest�

�� And that hushed �I love you� that Edward didn�t think
that he was supposed to hear.

��

�� Though he had to feel sorry for
him. Alfons�s poor ass looked like it was going to break in half,
especially after he pulled out (shit,
shit�I didn�t go too hard, did I? He could move all right, and he stayed on the
bottom, but he just came out of the hospital�the hell was I thinking?!).� It was a wonder he didn�t punch him in the
face, or at least complain a little�

��

�� Though it wasn�t like either of
them really had the energy to complain.

�� He was exhausted.

�� Those sleepless nights in Munich, simply staring at
the man and waiting for something�be it touch, a sound, a whisper, anything�for
as long as he had done that, he never thought it would amount to anything.
Alfons wouldn�t come with him to his side, he wouldn�t be with him, he
certainly wouldn�t have a horrible illness, get in the hospital for several
months and then come out all right�

�� But�

�� He had. And they were.

�� Though if Al hadn�t followed
them�they wouldn�t have been able to be like this. Why didn�t he follow
them in the first place, anyway? It didn�t make sense.

�� Edward let out a soft sigh as his eyes drooped, flesh
fingers absent-mindedly lacing into the locks of Alfons�s short hair.

�� Tomorrow.

��

�� When Al came over, like he did everyday, he would
corner him and ask him about it.

��

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