Steam

Title: Steam

Author: Sage of Sin

Feedback: always greatly appreciated

Disclaimer:*loud sobbing* I don\'t own Ed or his father, nor do I make any money from my perverted stories.

Author Note: This NC-17 story takes place post-anime. Hopefully, readers will forgive a not so minor alteration. Since decaying!Hohenheim nude isn\'t that erotic, for the purposes of this story, his body is just fine. Artistic license, I say!

\"What do you think you\'re doing, old man?\"

That was Edward\'s question as he peeked from behind the shower curtain when he heard his father enter the steamy bathroom.

Hohenheim smiled at his son, noticing how the teen tried to use the curtain to shield his nude body from prying eyes.

\"The hot water is going to run out soon. I don\'t feel like freezing today,\" the man said as he discarded his robe, hanging it behind the door. The prior day, he had been forced to take a cold shower due to Ed\'s love of steaming hot water. \"It\'s not like you have anything that I haven\'t seen before.\"

Edward made a disbelieving sound as he watched his father approach the tub, trying not to notice what was below his waist. \"You\'d better not try anything weird,\" the teen warned.

Hohenheim just smiled as Edward moved aside to allow him some room. \"Nothing weird,\" he agreed. Ed missed the predatory expression that hovered on Hohenheim\'s face briefly after he had turned back to the hot spray.

Ed could feel the warmth of his father\'s body behind him, hands settling on his waist. \"Would you like me to wash your back, Edward?\" came his father\'s deep voice, much too close to his ear.

Hohenheim missed the blush that rose to Ed\'s cheek. \"Umm… okay.\"

He passed his father the soap over one shoulder. Taking it, Hohenheim lathered his hands, and then spread the suds along Edward\'s back, hands caressing soft skin. Edward found himself relaxing under his father\'s touch. Hohenheim\'s hands snaked around to the front of the teen, sliding upward to stroke a toned chest. Edward gasped as those fingers began to rub hardening nipples.

\"I thought you said you weren\'t going to do anything weird.\" Edward said, looking up at his father over his shoulder.

\"There\'s nothing weird about this, Edward,\" the man answered. \"It\'s perfectly natural.\"

Hohenheim stepped closer to the teen. Ed could feel the man\'s hardening groin against his rear. He squirmed, nervous and aroused at the same time. It went without saying that the situation he\'d gotten himself into was taboo. Edward and taboo had become strange companions as of late.

Edward could feel fingers trailing down to the space between his legs, fondling the flesh that they found there. Soft lips pressed against the back of his neck, a pink tongue peeking out to taste smooth, wet skin. Fingers surrounded a shaft hardening much like the one pressed against his backside, stroking firmly.

\"We shouldn\'t-\" Ed began to protest, even as his head tilted back against his father\'s shoulder in delight.

\"Edward,\" Hohenheim purred as he kissed his son\'s temple. \"All we have is each other now. Who can judge us here? There\'s no one who can see. Just relax.\"

The man moved so that his erection nestled itself within the cleft of the teen\'s buttocks. Anxiety winning out over curious desire for the moment, Edward attempted to twist out of his father\'s embrace, but found himself prevented by an arm around his waist. Hohenheim pulled the nervous boy flush against his body.

\"Shh,\" he hushed the boy.

\"I don\'t know about this.\"

A thought occurred to the man. \"You\'ve never done this before, have you?\"

\"Of course not!\"

Hohenheim nuzzled the side of the boy\'s face. \"All this young flesh just for me? Thank you!\"

\"Lecher!\"

The man just smiled as one hand made its way back down to the restless boy\'s nether regions. Encircling his son\'s erection, he stroked the stiffening flesh. Hohenheim could feel the boy begin to relax into his embrace, smiling as the teen began to push into his hand. Edward\'s motions caused his buttocks to rub deliciously against his father\'s groin. The man couldn\'t help but lean into the undulating, lithe body.

Thrusting into the circle of tightening fingers, Ed knew that he should resist his father\'s touch. But he found himself unable to do so. He couldn\'t say that he hadn\'t wondered what those hands would feel like against his body. Forbidden fantasies. Ed had already gone so far, sinned so much in other ways, that he knew not what sort of reckoning awaited him. So why not allow himself some sweetness in this life?

Noting that resistance had fled, Hohenheim turned his son to face him. He noted the blushing face turned up to look at his. The way that the spray of water trickled down to caress supple young skin. Even the false arm and leg were beautiful. Because they were part of him.

Hohenheim slid a hand behind his son\'s neck, leaning forward to kiss expectant lips. The kiss began chaste enough, but soon became heated, tongues dancing as it deepened. They jostled under the flow of water, hands roving over each other\'s bodies, trying to get even closer, to press against every last inch of skin. The heat between them rivaled that of the spray above.

Kissing his way down the teen\'s body, Hohenheim knelt before his son. Bringing a hand to the side of the older man\'s face, Edward gazed down quizzically, wondering why the man had ceased a decidedly pleasant sensation. Ed soon realized that there were much more pleasurable sensations that the man wanted to share with him, like the warm cavern of his mouth surrounding the teen\'s erection.

A metal hand clenched reflexively on Hohenheim\'s shoulder, pulling him forward roughly. He would have chucked at his son\'s eagerness if his mouth hadn\'t been otherwise occupied. Hearing the kind of sounds that Edward made, a mix of poorly controlled passion and surprise, made his own erection harden. He began to tease the boy with nips and licks, just to hear how his moans would change.

Ed wasn\'t able to tolerate this, quickly becoming annoyed at the loss of the warm suction his father had previously bestowed. \"Hey, come on… don\'t tease me! I really… I need to-\"
\"I know,\" his father said, giving one last lick to the teen\'s shaft before rising. \"You\'re still young. I should have realized that you wouldn\'t be able to stand that sort of playing.\"

Ed frowned. \"Why\'d you stop? It was just starting to get good.\"

A knowing smile that was almost sweet. \"Oh, there\'s something much better for us to do.\"

\"Like what?\"

Hohenheim captured the boy\'s lips again before pulling him close to murmur into one ear. \"Turn around, and I\'ll show you.\"

He almost pouted at the suspicious and worried look that his son gave him. \"Trust me.\"

After a moment of hesitation, Edward complied, with his father instructing him to brace himself against the wall of the shower with both hands, water flowing down his back. Hohenheim nudged the teen\'s legs apart with his thigh. The man reached out of the shower to the nearby shelf on the wall, grasping the hand lotion found there. Ed looked over his shoulder, watching the man squeeze a generous quantity into his palm.

\"What\'s that for?\" Ed asked.

\"Lubrication.\"

Edward\'s eyes widened as he realized what was about to occur. Hohenheim rubbed in circles on the boy\'s lower back with his other hand, trying to relax the teen, wearing the gentlest expression that he could muster. Edward relented, turning back to face the wall that he was leaning against. Slick fingers began to probe the entrance that lay hidden between firm buttocks. Ed gasped as one slipped inside, quickly followed by another. Breathing deeply, he could sense the digits scissoring inside of him. While this didn\'t start out very comfortably, Edward soon found sparks of pleasure igniting in his belly as his father stroked a place deep within him.

By the way that the teen was pushing back into his touch, trying to get those fingers in as far as they could possibly go, Hohenheim knew that Ed was ready for him. Using the rest of the lotion in his palm, the man slicked his erection with it, enjoying the feel of his own hand against his flesh, anticipating what was to come. How many times had he dreamed about a moment similar to this? There was no longer a need for wishing, or waiting.

Edward\'s eyes widened, breath catching in his throat as he felt his father\'s flesh slide into him, not without resistance. He groaned at the uncomfortable fit. Leaning forward, Hohenheim wrapped his body around the teen, holding still for the moment. He could feel the twitching ring of muscles being stretched around his girth. The man nuzzled the side of the boy\'s face, stroking his belly in circles as he murmured comforts into his ear.

Breathing slowly and deeply, Edward tried to relax around the man, soothing words spoken by that silky, deep voice assisting matters. Hohenheim used short, gentle thrusts to work his way inside. The constricting passage was deliciously tight, the urge to plunge deep inside, hard and fast, almost overwhelming him. But patience was a virtue.

A few moments later, and the unpleasant stretching blended with a growing pleasure. With each gentle rock of his father\'s hips, an ache for more rose inside of him, quickly drowning out everything else. Edward cried out in pleasure as one last thrust pushed the man inside of him completely.

Hohenheim groaned, holding still inside the teen for fear of being sent suddenly over the edge. He clung to Ed as the boy began to grind back against him.

\"Don\'t stop,\" came the words, spoken halfway between an order and a whine.

Hohenheim chuckled, suddenly feeling out of breath at the writhing of those hips. \"Don\'t worry, I won\'t.\"

The motion that Edward had demanded came, deeper and faster than it had been before. He grunted on each stroke, gritted his teeth. Ed bowed his head, suddenly too weak to support its weight. Eyes shut tight refusing to open in the face of the bursts of pleasure. He ached for it, the thrusts only making him hungry for more. Edward soon found himself meeting his father\'s strokes, swiveling his hips back to somehow press the man farther into himself.

The teen\'s increasingly loud moans were music to Hohenheim\'s ears. He kissed the back of the boy\'s neck, suckling the skin he found there.

\"Oh, Edward,\" the man murmured against delicate flesh. \"You feel wonderful. My sweet boy.\"

Ed felt his straining erection surrounded by his father\'s hand, stroking raggedly. The combined pleasures sent him spiraling out of control, orgasm crashing over him like a wave. His body moved of its own volition, every muscle winding tight. Throwing back his head, Edward howled something reminiscent of his father\'s name.

Hohenheim abruptly found his cock constricted by the most delicious rippling of muscles that he\'d ever felt. Groaning against Edward\'s neck, he emptied himself inside the teen, knees almost buckling from bliss. He planted a hand against the wall next to his son\'s to support himself, the other arm wound around Edward\'s hips, pulling them together tightly as ecstasy ebbed. Hohenheim relaxed against him, panting. The sight and sensation of Edward\'s fingers entwining themselves with his touched him deeply.

He aided Ed as he stood upright, the teen turning in the cooling spray to rinse away the evidence of yet another type of sin that they now shared.

Hohenheim leaned over to shut off the water. \"We\'ll catch cold standing here under this.\"

Edward frowned. \"A horny old man like you needs to take more cold showers.\"

Knowing that everything was still fine between them, Hohenheim laughed.

End