Don't Run Let Me love you(Finshed)

Love you no matter what

We had now been living on the other side of the gate for about five months, which would mean Al was great with child. Great with my child. Our kind do not take as long as human females to give birth; he would be due within the next month.

Winry wondered why Al had not come out much or why she never saw him once he started getting the pregnant belly. I just told her he wasn’t feeling well and really didn’t want so see anyone. Even if it had been 5 months now, that didn’t matter.

I came home one night from the market through the back door to the kitchen, Al was sitting in the living room reading with the book propped up on his belly. He wore a black fluffy robe and thick socks and had his feet propped on the coffee table. His long pony tail rested over his plump breast that made me lick my lips at the thought. Al was so yummy, it drove me crazy most of the time. I set the bag on the counter and came into the living room and walk up behind were he sat on the sofa and ran my hands down his front and kissed his neck.

“Oh, hey brother,” he smiled looking up at me. For the first month he was pissy, but after that he became even more sweet if that was even possible.

“Hey baby, how you doing?” I asked, sucking on his neck, I began to play with his tender nipples.

“Better now that you’re home,” he gave a little whimper as I rolled his nipples between my thumb and index fingers. It was so sexy damn, I was horny and I didn’t know why either. I get horny around Al all the time.

“You’re so sexy,” I said tugging on his ear. He tilted his head, forgetting the book, and captured my lips with his as I ran one hand over his swollen belly down to his penis and talentedly I fondled his large milk filled breast and stroked his penis and kissed him passionately all at the same time.

“Brother,” he moaned against my lips as he bucked his hips into my hands. I let him go, he whimpered in protest. His whimpers always turn me on even more. I went around the sofa, and kneeled down between his legs and open his robes and took his cock in my mouth. “Oh yes!” he cried, putting his hands in my hair and pulling out the pony tail and letting it fall loose around my neck.

“Mmmm,” I moan on his penis and bobbed my head up and down, loving his taste. I unbuckled my own belt and let my throbbing penis go free.

“Brother, I’m not going to last!” he cried. And he was right, his delicious hot cum shot into my mouth. I drank every drop of him not letting anything go to waste. “Brother, why are you so horny?” he panted as I went between his legs and kissed his sexy pink lips.

“I don’t know, guess you just sitting here like that in your sexy little robe got me going,” I chuckled, still stroking my own cock.

“Well, you need to get off too now. I think you needed release more than me,” he said getting up on all fours on the sofa.

“Hmm, you’re probably right. But it made me feel really good to know you were feeling good,” I said, getting on the sofa behind him and pulling up his robe, his ass was still sexy as well. I leaned down and spread him open and lapped at his pink spiraling tight entrance.

“Oh, your tongue feels so good brother,” he said into the sofa. I could only lick him for a few minutes before I got on my knees and pushed my throbbing cock into his hole.

“Ugh Al!” I cried and began to move, slow at first, loving his tight heat. Then I gripped his hips and drove into him as hard as I could without hurting him. The sound of skin smacking skin and moaning could be heard throughout the house. After I fucked him for about an hour, you could hear a squishing sound from Al’s natural lubrication flowing through his tunnel as well.

I finally felt the hot tingle of blood rush to my cock and I gripped his hair and let my seed fill up the back of Al’s ass. “Brother, I love you,” he whispered to me as I kissed his cheek.

“I love you too,” I replied into his ear and let my penis slide out. I sat down on the sofa and watched the cum drip from his ass. I frowned as I saw blood and then water.

“Brother, my stomach hurts,” he moaned clutching it.

“Oh shit, I think the baby’s coming too early!” I said worriedly.

“What do you mean brother?!” he asked very worried and flipping out.

“I just mean your water broke baby, blood is coming running out as well. Don’t worry. I’ve studied up on this and I know how to help you. Remember, I’ll be here with you every step of the way!” I said as I helped him to his feet. Though he moaned in great pain I helped him upstairs to the guest bedroom and propped pillows under his head and a few to lift up his hips.

“Brother, it hurts,” he said with tears in his eyes. “It hurts really bad.” I hated seeing my sweet love in pain.

“I’m so sorry my love. At least when he’s out it’ll be fine,” I said sitting between his legs that were spread open so I could see if the hole was dilating. I had his ass right at the end of the bed and I sat in a chair, this would be the only way to have the baby come out.

For five long hours I sat there watching Al scream in pain and curse me, and crush my hand, though I deserved it. Until finally the baby was coming and, “How much longer!!” the poor boy screamed with streams of sweat running down his face, I kept mopping it away.

“I see a head love, so push,” I said excitedly. My heart was beating excitedly as Al pushed the baby closer to the open world. “Ok breathe, now push!” He does again as I tell him. He had to push for a good hour before he got our baby’s shoulder through the hole. He was tiny and his cries filled the air. He had glowing golden eyes and bleach blonde hair. And of course pointy ears and little wings. I guided him the rest of the way out. “Al we have a son!” I said cutting the cord and catch the birthing sack in a trash bag. Which was actually really disgusting.

“Oh let me see!” Al said through a wall of tears. The baby was screaming in protest to the bright lights and the cold air.

I held up the five pounds six ounces healthy baby boy who stopped crying when he saw Al with those still blurry baby eyes. He knew who his mother was and I had tears in my own eyes.

“My God, he’s beautiful,” I proclaimed and Al nodded. I quickly cleaned up the tiny little baby and handed him to Al who was eager to hold him.

“Yes brother, I can’t believe the two of us did this. I’m so happy we did.” I cleaned up the mess around them and helped Al lay back on the bed.

“Yes this is truly a miracle,” I even say that. He had to be, he was so beautiful and small, but so healthy, it was wonderful.

Al adjusted the baby on his chest so he could get his first meal. He sucked on Al’s plump breast eagerly. I lay down next to him. We yawned at the same time. It was about eight in the evening when he went into labor and now it was two in the morning. I got up and wrote down our son’s weight, birth date and time. “What are we going to name him?” Al asked looking at me after I sat my pen down on the desk and joined him on the bed again.

“Hmm, good question. He’s so beautiful, it has to be a lovely name,” I responded, kissing his tiny cheek. He was now feeding from Al’s other breast and he looked up at Al with his pretty eyes as if he adored Al with all his little life. I couldn’t blame him one bit. We sat and thought about what a perfect name would be.

“Of course we know his name is Angel.” Al was brilliant and I always knew that, but that was the perfect name for this angelic beauty. “Hello Angel Elric. I’m your mommy Alphonse Elric, and this is your daddy Edward Elric.” Angel let go of Al’s nipple with a popping sound and looked up at me and let out a tiny burp.

“Hi there Angel, welcome to the family,” I said kissing his little nose.

“Aw, wasn’t that little burp just so adorable?” Al giggled as Angel buried his face back into his soft breast.

“Yes I agree. I think the only thing he’ll do that isn’t cute is poop or spit up. Otherwise he’s just the most adorable thing ever to grace this world with his presence.” I yawned again and Al followed suit.

“Stop yawning,” he said between yawns.

“Sorry. After all this excitement I could use a nap,” I laughed. Al whacked me over the head with his hand. “Hey, ow. What did you hit me for?!”

“You’re tired? I’m the one who just gave birth!” he snapped. The baby let go of Al’s nipple and began to cry.

“Geeze Al, I’m sorry,” I replied, rubbing my head.

“Sorry Angel, but sometimes your daddy can be un-thoughtful so I need to correct it,” he said kissing Angel who calmed down right away.

“You know you don’t have to get so violent all the time Al,” I said turning my back on him. He reached over and tugged on my hair pulling me so I was laying back.

“I’m sorry brother, but sometimes you just need it when you’re not thinking,” he said kissing my forehead.

“Yeah, well that’s some way to treat me after I spend six hours helping you give birth. Sure I didn’t go through the pain of child birth. But it still hurt to watch you in pain and I lost sleep too, though I know your energy is worn out. I’m sorry for being so inconsiderate.” I stood up, Al had always been so violent. I wonder how much worse it could get. Though most people wouldn’t think gentle Al would be one to hit all the time. Normally he doesn’t, but when he does it’s shocking and makes me feel stupid.

“I’m sorry brother, damn,” he said with tears in his eyes. Though he was the one who did it now I was suppose to feel guilty.

“Al stop crying alright? We both just need to get some sleep. It’s been a long night,” I said taking the snoozing new born out of his arms and laying him in the crib next to the bed.

“Yeah you’re right,” he sighed, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

I snuggled down next to him, he kissed my head over and over to apologize for hitting me. “Get some sleep baby. You’ll need it before Angel needs to be fed again,” I muttered. My eyes were already shut. I was so tired we both fell asleep within ten minutes of me laying down.

This would be an interesting life and next came the fun part of trying to explain to Winry why we had a son or where the baby came from. Al and I thought of telling her we thought it would be fun to adopt, that would mix up the child. We want Angel to know that he wasn’t adopted but that he is our blood child. For a long time he won’t understand that it’s not normal for males to have babies on this planet. Thus it will be quite interesting indeed.