Mean Streak

Alfons happened by the doorway of Edward's room just as he was sitting up. Edward was sleep tossled, without his limbs and yawning. He blinked at the shadow in his doorway and offered a half smile.

"Breakfast?" Edward said, for food was never far from his mind. Alfons allowed himself a smile and stepped into the room, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it.

"In a bit, you're just woken up," Alfons said and fiddled with the edge of the blanket. Edward stretched and attempted to push his wayward blond mane out of his face with little success. Alfons leaned over and tried to help.

"It won't do much good," Edward informed him. "It is the most unruly of creatures until I can threaten it with a brush in the bathroom."

Alfons laughed and scooted closer, still toying with the idea he could make Edward's bangs obey his whims and was caught only slightly off guard when Edward turned his head and kissed the back of his hand.

"I think perhaps we should work up your appetite," Alfons ventured, gently rubbing the back of his hand against Edward's lips.

"Morning exercise is good for you," Edward said slightly muffled. "It helps to get the blood flowing."

"Indeed," Alfons said, moving right up beside Edward and moving his hand and leaning forward to rub Edward's lips with his own.

Edward opened his mouth, his only hand touching Alfons back before running up to rest on the back of his head and Alfons responded; covering Edward's mouth with his own. Tongues met and Alfons masterfully herded Edward's back, capturing his mouth. Moments of nothing more than wet sounds and heavy breathing reigned and then Alfons fingers dug into the sheets at Edward's waist and drew them back.

Edward was in his linens from the previous night; his stump was exposed when Alfons took the sheet but it still covered most of his leg. Alfons pulled his lips from Edward's, ran them over Edward's jaw and down to the side of his neck where they settled a moment to suck and Alfons could chew.

Edward's fingers were still scratching lightly though Alfons short blond hair and he made a sound in his throat that was half plea and half demand. Alfons put his hands on Edward's shoulders then, pressing him back into the pillows he'd only recently vacated. Alfons lips traveled Edward's neck to his shoulder and his his chest. Alfons tongue darted out to introduce itself to a pale nipple as Alfons worked to toe off his shoes. Edward made a warm sound, delicious and resonant and since he still had a hold on the back of Alfons' head, the pressed down with his hand and up with his chest. Alfons took pity on his plea and nudged the harden nub of Edward's nipple before laying his lips about the perimeter of it and suckling.

Again it was long moments of wet noises and heavy breathing and Alfons decided to abandon all propriety and his fingers went for the waist band of Edward's linens, and Edward decided to follow him directly over the cliff of this sin and raised his hips for Alfons to draw the boxers down to his knees.

Alfons lifted his head and Edward tilted his up and they both surveyed for a moment what Alfons actions had uncovered. Alfons smiled and raised his eyes to meet Edwards.

"As always," Alfons said, "I'm honored you hold me in such high regard."

"You could do me the further honor," Edward husked, "of showing me your appreciation with your tongue."

Edward was always more or less straight to the point.

Alfons thought no further words were needed anyways and he took a moment to sit up and shrug off his suspenders and undo the buttons of his pants, he was feeling a bit tight anyways. Edward watched him with lazy golden eyes, reaching down to idly stroke himself as Alfons made a few preparations.

"You have oil in here?" Alfons thought to ask, because it never hurt to be prepared and while lard still held a fondness in his memories, oil was far better.

"In the drawer," Edward said, still stroking himself lazily. He smiled when Alfons' eyes trailed down to watch Edward's hand.

"Good," Alfons said breathlessly. He then pushed onto his hip and reached down and caught the wrist of Edward's hand, tugging it away. Edward made a rumble in his chest, licked his lips and the smile that graced them was offered in anything but friendly regard.

Alfons slowly lowered his head, pressing Edwards hand to the mattress beside them, holding it captive there. He rested his lips against the tip of Edwards quivering cock, tongue skating out to clean it of pre-cum. Edward sucked in a breath and arched just a bit. Alfons allowed himself a chuckle and Edward groaned at the sound.

"You're planning to be cruel," Edward half whined.

"I'm wounded, have I ever been cruel to you Edward?" Alfons said.

"Plenty of times," Edward informed him. "Usually when I'm at my most helpless to stop you."

It had become no secret between the two that Alfons found some measure of sexual arousal from an Edward bereft of his false limbs.

"Well there is that I suppose," Alfons said. "The thought of you completely at my mercy is quite appealing, but really it's your own fault for being so assertive and aggressive."

"You might as well condemn a fish for swimming or a bird for flying, it's just my nature," Edward said and moved his hips in a slow circle on the bed. "You should cherish my differences, not torture me for them," he bargained.

"Spoken like a true con-artist," Alfons told him. "I'm sure that is where your talents for evil truly lie, but you haven't figured that out yet. No matter..." Alfons lowered his lips again and Edward tensed and held his breath.

Edward rolled his eyes back as a tongue ran the length of his turgid cock. He opened his breath for a throat moan when it seemed to snake around said cock and travel back the way it had come, pressing along the vein on the underside. It was nothing short of nirvana and when the tongue left he cried out, pulled on his trapped wrist.

Alfons merely leaned his weight slightly on the wrist, effectively trapping it and repeated with agonizing slowness the path his tongue had taken just moments before. Edward lifted his hips in an attempt to entice Alfons to take him into his mouth, but giving into Edward right away was never something Alfons was prone to do.

He wanted Edward to want and need, to fall to shameless begging. It may be ungracious true, but it was also very hot and Alfons free hand traveled to his own cock, stroking it idly through the tweed of his trousers and Edward half sobbed and twisted beneath him.

"Alfons," Edward moaned. "I'd never thought you'd be a person to take advantage of another's misfortune."

"Would that be the misfortune of your missing limbs or your aroused body?" Alfons said cheerfully, then dropped a couple of kisses on Edward's stomach, Edward's cock sliding up Alfons throat when he bent over it.

"Both," Edward whined and tugged on his trapped wrist again. "I should take to locking my door at night," the shorter blond complained.

"You never would," Alfons said, returning his lips to Edward's cock. "You might lock it but you'd unlock it soon enough, it's many a night I feel you crawling into my bed."

"True...AH!" Edward thrust his head back, offering his throat when Alfons lips wrapped around the head of his erection.

Alfons removed his hand from his own erection, wrapped his fingers around the base of Edward's cock and squeezed. He moved down with his lips and up with his fingers ringed around Edward and Edward sobbed Alfons name loudly and lifted his hips. Alfons could deny him no more. It became a steady rhythm, and although Alfons was seeking to please Edward, he disregarded all Edward's very loud suggestions about his pace.

Alfons let Edward's voice run over him, tasting the salt of him, smelling the sweat and the musk that his attentions to Edward was generating. Edward thrashed as much as he was able and got dangerously close to his infamous obscenities as he tried to goad Alfons on; but Alfons would not be deterred from enjoying what he considered rightly his. After all, he put up with Edward during Edward's most difficult of phases, he should get a little back of his own.

But still it wasn't long before Edward came with a lusty shout and Alfons swallowed as best he could, drawing off Edward's cock slowly and flicking the head with his tongue as he did so. Edward was regarded him with sated eyes that still held a bit of resentment since Alfons had ignored all his thoughtfully given instructions and Alfons smiled at him and licked his lips.

"You have a real mean streak," Edward panted. "You are a master of first impressions, everyone is so off guard and then you pounce, like a cat lying in wait."

"I'm not through pouncing," Alfons informed him cheerfully. Edward's lips curled into a feral grin.

Alfons pulled back then, slide off the bed and stood to divest himself of his clothes. Edward made appropriate rumbly sounds in his throat as his lover bared himself before his eyes. Then Alfons returned to the bed and pushed Edward to the side and snatched the pillows from beneath Edward's head to make himself a comfortable padded seat against the headboard. Alfons thought to open the drawer on Edward's beside table and get the bottle of oil, he placed it on the bed as well.

Edward for his part was not shy about helping Alfons get him into position. Edward ended up straddling Alfons lap and rather impressive erection; facing him and gripping Alfons' shoulder with his hand. He watched panting slightly as Alfons oiled up his fingers and then leaned down to kiss Alfons' offered lips as Alfons slipped his oiled fingers between Edward's legs.

The heel of Alfons' hand brushed and rested on Edward's balls as his fingers gently slid into the cleft of Edward's ass and sought the ring of muscle there. Edward rumbled deliciously as Alfons took the time to stroke his anus, press and tease it before easing the first finger in to the first knuckle joint.

Edward grunted, it wasn't a very romantic sound but it was just something he was given too, Alfons was use to it and he continued to press upwards with his finger. Edward made lovely grimaces at this point, but relaxed and settled and so Alfons introduced his second finger immediately after the first. There was a bit of adjustment time then, Edward's hand squeezed Alfons shoulder, Edward licked his lips and panted a bit. Alfons began to seek, but he knew the spot he needed and Edward got such a look of bliss when Alfons fingers brushed that one sweet spot that Alfons almost wanted to stop right there and just watch Edward's face.

But after a moment of two of Alfons sudden inactivity, Edward grunted again, ruining the moment, (he was rather well known for this, intentional or not), and Alfons got to the business of attending to his own needs, and for that he would need a stretched and receptive Edward.

The third fingers joined the first two after they'd been ensconced for a while and Edward was starting to lift and lower himself to them. His eyes searched and held Alfons' as he tightened with his thighs and used leverage on Alfons shoulder to push up, and then let gravity bring him back down. Edward was usually impatient in all things, sex being no exception and it was a bit aggravating to Alfons that Edward wanted to rush toward that blinding climax induced horizon and only give a passing nod to all the pleasantries getting there.

It was with this in mind that Alfons withdrew his fingers and endured yet another Elric grunt and reached to stroke his own cock after refreshing the oil on his fingers. Edward tilted his head down to watch, Edward liked to watch Alfons ready himself, sometimes he even liked to help. But this was a time when he'd rather watch Alfons self ministration, although he did rub his cock against Alfons hand. It was still too soon after his own climax to regain any firmness but Alfons was sure this would help it along.

"You're taking forever," Edward informed him.

"I'm not taking forever, is exaggeration your only means of persuasion?" Alfons asked him.

Edward huffed and tilted his forehead against Alfons and rubbed his flaccid cock harder against Alfons hand.

"I would think you'd want to be inside," Edward informed his huskily. "From all the noise you make when you finally decide to meander in one would think you liked sex. But you take such time in getting there it leaves me to wonder...no wait, it's the mean streak that lets you hold out as you do."

"I should be very upset you think me so mean," Alfons informed him, "when I go out of my way to make sure you are satisfied before attending my poor needs."

"See? You've added guilt now," Edward said.

"Fine, if you're so eager then let's have at, by all mean," Alfons said and gripped Edward's hips.

"No need to be so defensive," Edward informed him and licked his own lips and lowered himself as Alfons guided. At the last moment one of Alfons hands left his hip and gripped himself. Guiding the head of his cock against Edward's entrance, pressing a finger to the side of the head to help it along. Edward hissed softly for a moment, then melted and Alfons slide in slowly and fully, Edward's balls coming to rest against his lower belly and his own against the round of Edward's ass. Alfons hand returned to Edward's hip and kneaded there gently, waiting for Edward to adjust and nod.

Edward tilted his head back, his eye closing, his hand working slow circles on Alfons' shoulder. He moaned softly when Alfons' lips suddenly found the divot of his throat, he shivered in delight when Alfons' hands left the restless needing on his hips and curved over his buttocks to cup him and lift him. Again was this agonizing, slow, Alfons set pace.

"Can't we speed this one up a little?" Edward half complained.

"I will teach you patience even it if kills me," Alfons gritted out. "Let me do this my way, you can give up control just for one act."

"I'm not good at following," Edward gasped out.

"I've noticed," Alfons gulped.

But still it was long slow moments and Edward finally decided to take matters into his own hands. He began to lift and lower himself, not depending on Alfons' support and Alfons' protested as best he could, but he didn't put up much of a fight. Edward reveled in this heady feeling of power. Compared to Alfons' he thought he must still be new to sex, but he had this knack of getting what he wanted from the other boy. Of being able to bend Alfons' will to his own in bed. Alfons liked slow, and sometimes Edward would indulge him, but when it was this, when he'd taken Alfons into his body; Edward felt he should make the rules.

After all, it was his body and Alfons was a visitor, it wasn't like when Alfons' lips were on his body, because that was on the outside and while still being Edward's body, Edward could give up that measure of control. Because on the outside he couldn't control things, but on the inside he should be the master.

Alfons cried Edward's name then, hands going back to Edward's hips, a definite signal of his surrender. Edward grinned and panted and rocked. It felt good, so good and deep with Alfons there and it was almost as if Alfons touched him in ways he didn't think possible. How could he be in control and yet Alfons still leading the way, he couldn't think about it now, he only wanted to feel.

Alfons' fingers tightened almost to the point of pain on Edward's hips. Alfons' normally pale complextion was flushed now, his lips and cheeks had color and his eyes were closed. He moaned to Edward and his hands left Edward's hips to travel again, up his back, his arms going around Edward and Edward was pulled firmly against his chest. But Edward kept moving, now Edward's erection was beginning to stir and it felt good, the friction Alfons' hug generated as Edward's cock rubbed against his belly.

Edward happened to be looking down at Alfons' face when the boy opened his eyes, they focused on Edward's and they seem to catch each other in that moment, neither looking away and Alfons' brows furrowed up and he took a deep breath to hold and then he looked to be in excruciating pain, but instead he thrust up hard; breaking Edward's rhythm and holding him aloft and trapped.

Then like that it was over, Alfons let Edward come back down into his lap and Edward still felt the minute pulses of Alfons inside him, felt the wetness between his thighs where Alfons climax was no escaping. Felt Alfons chest heave against his own.

Then Alfons hand, gently cradling the back of Edward's head, drawing Edward's face against Alfons' throat and the deep, chest rattling sigh.

"Mean streak, huh?" Alfons said husky and raw next to Edward's ear.

"Only some of the time," Edward returned and burrowed against his lover as his lover petted him.

~fin