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The 'Top Dog' and The 'Lap Dog'	By : Alima8314 Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Brother,� Alphonse rubbed his hand together nervously, agitation clear in his posture.

Edward looked up from the book he was leafing through. He had returned from headquarters a few hours earlier, and was lying on his stomach, trying to study. He lost himself in a book in an attempt to keep his anger in check. The colonel�s earlier demeanor still hurt him, so he began reading and tried to forget the conversation. He gratefully looked up at the armor, giving his eyes a chance to rest. �Yes Al?�

�Ummm...� the younger brother continued to fidget. He had told himself he was going to wait for the answers to his questions, but his curiosity was eating him alive.

Edward lowered the book when he didn�t get a response, closing it on a finger to keep his place, and cocked his head at Al. �What is it? You know you can talk to me, right?�

�I know... I just... I don�t want you to be mad at me.�

�Why would I be mad at you?�

If armor could blush, Al would have. He paused, bracing himself for the shock he was sure his next statement would bring. �You talk in your sleep, Brother,� he started, noting the blush that spread lightly over his brother�s features. �And you were talking about the colonel...�

Edward�s blush deepened. �Oh no, did I say something incriminating?�

�You said he has... uh... a stick... up his ass...� �Among other things...�

The blond laughed easily, his tension and guilt falling away. He had been afraid his secret affair had been found out. He closed his eyes at the memory of the previous night, fighting back a moan. He shook his head before continuing. �Of course Colonel Mustang has a stick up his ass, Al. What do you think makes him such a pompous bastard?�

�How can you say that? He�s done so much to help us.�

�I know, but...� Edward sighed. �I just... Things might be a little different now.�

�Different? How?� Alphonse�s tone and stance became accusatory. �Did you do something stupid again?�

�Stupid?! What do you mean by that?� Edward dropped the book as he gathered his legs beneath him in preparation for standing.

�You said something and made the colonel mad, didn�t you?�

The blond stood up on the bed and glared at the eye holes in the helmet of the armor that housed his younger brother�s soul. �No, I didn�t!� he huffed, jabbing a finger into the chest plate. �I... Things are going to be different because I... The colonel and I...� Edward hesitated, realizing what he was about to say. �We...� he blushed, his jaw slack.

�You and the colonel... what, Brother?� Alphonse wheedled, pleased that his curiosity might be satisfied.

�Al...� Edward let his finger slide down the scarred metal, his eyes falling shut. He sighed. �I was selfish last night. Please, don�t hate me.�

�Why? You deserve a chance to be selfish every so often. You sacrifice so much...�

�No, Al. I mean...� he turned his gaze, trying to collect his thoughts. �I...�

�It�s okay Brother. I�m sorry, I don�t mean to be so pushy. You don�t have to tell me if you don�t want to,� Al whispered his apology.

�No, Al, I want you to know. I want you to know so you don�t worry about me. It�s just... It�s embarrassing,� the blond stammered, gazing at the floor.

�I won�t laugh.�

Edward jerked his head up. �Who said anything about laughing? That�s not what I�m worried about.�

Alphonse stayed silent, not wanting to upset his older brother further. He twiddled his thumbs while waiting for Edward to continue.

�I spent the night with the colonel.�

�I know. You told me that you fell asleep at the office while working on your report.�

Edward blushed so heavily, he was surprised his face didn�t explode from the heat and extra blood. �I mean... I spent the night with Colonel Mustang. I slept with him.�

�You... slept with him? At the office?�

The teenager fell back into a sitting position on the bed. �Yeah, his couch has a bed hidden inside it. We fell asleep on that after... uhhh... After we finished...�

�Oh!� Al slammed a fist down into the open palm of his other hand. �You were working on the report for so long, trying to make it better that it came to be past your bedtime...�

�I DON�T HAVE A BEDTIME!� Edward interjected, violently flailing his arms around. �WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL HE NEEDS A NAP LIKE A FIVE-YEAR-OLD?!�

�...and so Colonel Mustang made up the bed for you,� the younger brother continued as if he hadn�t been interrupted.

The golden-eyed prodigy stared open-mouthed at his sibling. �What the hell? I know you�re not that stupid Al.� He could not believe his brother was so uneducated about sex. �Well, he is armor... But, Teacher did give us that talk while we training with her. How could he not understand my meaning, unless...� Edward leveled a glare at the imposing suit of armor. �You know what I�m talking about.�

�I do. I just want you to say it Brother. I don�t want you thinking I�m jumping to conclusions. You talk in your sleep, so I know some of what happened.�

�Well played, dear brother. Well played,� the short alchemist crossed his arms across his chest, wincing when he accidentally caught the fingers of his left hand in the elbow joint of his auto-mail arm. �Okay, fine. I slept with the colonel.�

�Say it. I know you can...�

�...� Edward mumbled into his chest.

Alphonse leaned forward, using dramatic gestures to egg his brother on. He placed rough fingers under the delicate chin and lifted Edward�s face. He felt shame when he saw the look on the face he practically worshiped. Golden eyes were ringed with red, and dark with unshed tears. The clear skin was glowing with the raging blush that lit the older boy�s features. �Brother?� Al asked shakily. �I�m... I�m sorry. I didn�t mean... If you want to keep it a secret, you can. I�m sorry.�

Edward uncrossed his arms and reached up, taking the large leather hand in his own. �No, Al. It�s okay. You have the right to know, since it does concern you in a way.� He rubbed his cheek against the rough material of the glove. �I... It�s hard to say... But, I had...� he took a deep breath, closing his eyes before letting it all out in a rush. �Ihadsexwiththecolonel.�

�What?� Al used his thumb to brush the few tears that managed to escape away. �You... What?�

�I... had sex... last night, Al. Sex with the colonel.� Edward shuddered.

Al brought up his other hand to cup Edward�s face, titling it so they were looking in each other�s eyes. �Did he force you? Did you hate it?�

�He didn�t force me,� the teenager pulled on the hollow metal arms, trying to get Al to sit next to him on the bed. When the large suit of armor complied, the blond crawled into the metal lap and wrapped his arms as far around the armor as he could. �It was... nice. It hurt at first, but it was really nice, and I think I want to do it again.�

Al placed his arms around the shaking shoulders of his older brother, giving him the hug he knew he needed. �I�m glad to hear that. You know why?�

�Why are you glad to hear that I had sex?�

�Well, I�m not talking about the sex. I�m just glad you choose to share it with someone who cares about you. Because if Colonel Mustang had hurt you in any way, he would have had to answer to me.�

Edward pulled one hand back long enough to knock on Al�s helmet. �I can take care of myself, you know. But, thanks Al. Thank you for understanding.�

�You�re welcome Edward.�

The older teen snuggled closer in the lap. �He invited us to dinner tonight. You want to go?�

�Sure.�
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The 'Top Dog' and The 'Lap Dog'