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That Was It...	By : Blysse Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title:
That Was It...
Rating: NC-17
Type: Yaoi,
PWP
Pairings: Al/Ed, with tentacles~!
Warnings:
Elricest, use of tentacles/plants during sex, orgasm denial

A/N: Written
for Ivegotthemusic <33 I have no regrets and this is delicious.

Don't...
ask how the tentacles seem to do what Al wants them to. It's porn,
so... they just do? Yes, that's a good enough reason. >>;

~~~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~~~

That
was it. Edward was never going to forgive Alphonse for this.
Nor was he ever going to look at him the same way again, either. His
sweet, innocent baby brother had gone and went to Russell Tringham of
all people and learned plant Alchemy. There was nothing wrong with
that in and of itself, but it was what Al was doing with those
plants that was going to make Ed kill both Al and his former impostor
once he finally got himself free.

"Al,
I swear, I'm going to k-- aah!" Ed's words broke off into
a sharp cry when the leafy tendril around his cock squeezed harder.

Al
smirked, reaching down and pressing two slick fingers against Ed's
entrance. "Relax, Brother," he purred, slipping them inside
of him and bringing forth another cry from the smaller blond. Oh,
but Edward's reactions were gorgeous.

"Al,
this isn't fair!" Ed panted. He wanted to squirm he wanted to
writhe and thrash and in the very least be able to get into a less
exposed position, rather than with his legs spread so wide.
But he couldn't move with the vines and tentacles pulling at his
wrists and ankles and legs, spreading him shamelessly and pinning him
firmly to the floor.

Another
finger slid inside of him and Edward groaned, clenching around Al's
fingers before his muscles relaxed. Alphonse was evil, there was
nothing more to it

“You're
going to regret this, Alphonse.”

“Am
I?” There was an impish smirk behind that voice and Al's
fingers hooked upwards, curving to thrust into Ed's prostate, more
than hard enough to make the boy see stars.

“Yes!”
Ed cried out--though whether it was in reply to Al's question or
blind praise for his action wasn't quite clear, and that amused his
brother even more--his spine snapping up off the floor, eyes rolling
back in his head. The tentacles around his limbs pulled tighter to
hold him in place, but that didn't stop Edward from panting and
trying to wrench free each time Al insisted on dragging his fingers
over that same spot, intent on driving him mad.

“A-Al...” Ed started after a moment, his face flushed and
his breathing strained.

“What
is it, Brother?” he asked in a calm voice laced with
sweetness--maybe just a little too much
of that angelic tone that Ed was used to; Al was plotting again--and
watching Ed squirming about and enjoying every moment of it.

“I-If you keep doing that... I'm going t--”

Lips quirked up into a wicked grin; from fallen angel right into the
devil himself. The thick tentacle around Edward's erection tightened
like a vise around the base and a smaller offshoot trailed down to
curl around Ed's balls, making it impossible for him to come yet, no
matter how much Alphonse stimulated him. A bead of precum dripped
from the tip of Ed's cock, joined by a second shortly after, forming
a small puddle in the dip of his stomach muscles. He let out a loud,
choked noise, frustrated beyond anything he'd ever felt before.

“Alphonse!
Al, no, I need--”

A
flash of green flew past Ed's line of vision and then he tasted
something earthy, leafy. Al had gagged
him!
Al had gagged him, made it impossible for him to come, and was still
thrusting his fingers
into his prostate,
and Ed was going to explode, he was sure of it.

Ed bit down on the tentacle between his teeth and whimpered, a
drawn-out, pathetic noise meant to gain some sort of sympathy from
his younger brother. What Edward got in return was the slow removal
of Al's fingers from his body, then a teasing show of Al putting lube
onto himself, head tipped back while he moaned and took far too much
time stroking his own cock and indulging in his own touch. Despite
the ache in his groin and snarl in his next muffled attempt at a cry,
Ed couldn't look away. Al was far too breathtaking like that, and he
knew it, the bastard.

Both too soon and not soon enough
for Ed's liking, Al pulled his hands away from himself and settled in
between Ed's legs, fingers sliding up along his trembling thighs.

“Mmmh!”
It was meant to be a 'Please!', and Alphonse knew it from the
frantic look in his brother's eyes when the head of his cock was
pressed up against him. So
close, all Al had to
do was move, push forward, just
a little more and he
would--

A cry with some actual volume
made it past the makeshift gag when Al thrust forward, filling him in
one swift movement. Edward was too far gone for any pain to register
along his nerves, all that he felt was a wonderful, blinding pleasure
that grew with each thrust into his body--thank
God Al had been kind enough to just plow right into him and not pause
or stop for breath or any such nonsense.

“You're so tight, Brother,”
Al whispered, his breath, and even the words themselves, it seemed,
thick and hot over Ed's flushed skin.

Each time Alphonse slid inside of
Ed, harder and deeper, Ed clenched again and Al had to bite back
another cry, another moan, he had to keep up that appearance of an
unbreakable calm that he'd held up so far. He'd hold it up for as
long as he could; of course, he'd have to let it go eventually, and
that would only serve to drive his brother further into madness. The
thought brought the edge of a smirk to Al's lips, something that Ed
caught in his blurred vision. It made him whine helplessly. Why did
he have to have such a tease and borderline sadist for a brother?

Right--because
it felt amazing when Al did these things.

Al had started to hit Ed's
prostate again, angling so that the head of his cock dragged over the
nerves almost constantly. Around Ed's erection and testicles, the
leafy tentacles were squeezing and curling, moving in ways that
teased him more and yet assured that they didn't move enough for him
to be allowed release yet. His length was twitching in its binds,
red and swollen, visibly aching for release while Ed's desperate
noises grew louder, his bound movements jerkier and less fluid. He
was wearing out.

But so was Alphonse. He was
finally panting, his face finally had color splashed over it, bangs
were hanging over darkened eyes while he groaned, the first such
noise that he'd allowed himself to make. After that, there was no
going back, Al was losing himself, just as Edward longed to be doing
as well.

“S-So close!” Al
gasped, doubling his efforts. His hands fisted the sheets on either
side of Ed, anchoring himself while he bucked forcefully, sweat
beading on his temples, forming trails down the sides of his face.

Ed's eyes snapped open wider at
that. Al had to let him go, he had to let him come,
he couldn't just leave him like that while he came! That would be
crue--

Suddenly, the tentacles in Ed's
mouth pulled back, leaving him gasping for breath, and barely a
moment later, the ones around his cock loosened so that they were
merely stroking him off and pressing against the tip, causing him to
jerk his hips up sharply and cry out in a hoarse voice.

“Alphonse!”
Ed shouted, almost sobbing when he finally came. Milky strings of
white coated his stomach, reaching all the way up to his chest, and
the tentacles pumped his cock eagerly, trying to work more out of him
while Alphonse continued to thrust. A moment later, he threw his
head back and let out a cry of his brother's name, burying himself
deep inside of Edward while he filled him.

Shaking arms quickly gave out and
Al fell forward onto Ed, not caring about the mess that now coated
both of their bodies. Al let out a weak noise, struggling to clap
his hands together, then press them to the Array on the side table,
making the tentacles recede and turn back into nothing more than a
seemingly harmless potted houseplant for the time being.

That was it. Edward was never
going to stop thanking Alphonse for this...
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