Title: Drip
Author: Azalea J.
Pairing(s): Ed x Al (hints of RoyxEd)
Rating: R
Summary: Post movie. Ed and Al, currently in London, searching for the hydrogen bomb, come to realize that all they ever needed was each other. EdxAl! – Elricest. Don’t like don’t read.
Warning(s): Incest (elricest), hints at RoyxEd, male/male, graphic lemon. Possible spoilers for movie (conqueror of shambala) and the last few episodes of the anime.
Words: Roughly 6 600.
Inspiration for this fic: (Found this picture and the idea just sprung to me. I don’t know who did it, but I love it, and I apologize for not asking permission to post this link here, and also if this type of story has been done before.) Click and you shall see my muse. ^-^: http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h271/Yuki_Kusanagi/Elricest/32.jpg
Beta: Un-beta’d – I apologize, my beta went MIA…

Disclaimer: All licenses and ownership rights to Fullmetal Alchemist are held by Arakawa Hiromu and Funimation studios. I am making no money from this work and claim no rights to characters or settings.

A/N: In the movie, Ed and Al’s father gives hints towards the idea of inflation - which occurred in Germany about the time preceding the Second World War. Also, Eckheart, Hitler and the Munich Putsch were only ever in Germany. Yet the movie is set exclusively in London, the logic of this strengthened by the air raids in the movie. -All of this leading to a very confused me. I suppose I could do more research, and maybe I missed something somewhere, but I draw conclusions based on previous logic and I’m just too lazy. Besides, details on the setting of the movie are not really relevant to this particular ficlette, and so, all you really need to know is it’s set in London about March 1925- a year after the movie takes place; making Ed 19 and Al 18.
Oh, and I’m just gonna go out on a limb here and say they had running water. :D
I apologize in advance for any inconsistencies, and any feedback in any context will be welcome.

Drip

The streets of London were dreary and cold. Musk and exhaust clouded the air and walks, making any snow not forcibly melted a dark, muddy brown. In the filtered afternoon light, people could be seen quietly making their way. Even ordinary sounds seemed to be muffled – the tinkle of a shop door bell, the clop of horses and trundle of cart wheels. Even the horns on the far and few automobiles seemed to be trying to stifle themselves.

However monotonous the day may have seemed, though, it was ordinary. At least as ordinary as any these days, Ed mused.

The two brothers walked subdued side-by-side along the gravel-lined walks. Neither speaking. Eyes slightly downcast. They stood out enough with their unusually long, blond hair and their similar looks; and it just didn’t do to draw attention to one’s self in these times. Besides their hair, however, the brothers were mainly nondescript; long, deep brown overcoats over brown vests and white shirts. Brown slacks and black clods. Ed carried their few meager belongings in a small, compact suitcase.

Hands stuffed deep in the comforting warmth of his pockets, Al unobtrusively glanced in shop windows as they passed. Clothing. Wares. Tools. Grocery. –One small, run-down jewelry store. It was the same everywhere they went. He sighed and returned his gaze to the walk, his brother’s shoes always in his peripheral sight so as to prevent himself from wandering – or walking into something…

Their search for the hydrogen bomb thus far had been fruitless, and they were stuck wandering the countryside. They returned now to London in hopes of a slight break and perhaps to catch what had eluded them before – a lead. Al wondered for a moment if maybe the bomb had escaped the country, somehow. And if not, where they had possibly overlooked.

Abruptly Ed’s shoes turned right, and Al nearly tripped over his own as he spun to follow his brother into the dingy atrium of the inn Ed had evidently picked as their stay for the night.

Al took one glance around as they entered the lobby, and struggled to stifle a sniff of derision. –Or at the very least, one of irritation. Money was not an issue; their father and Heiderich together had left them with enough to easily keep them well fed and clothed for the next ten years –even with the inflation. And yet Ed continued to room them in run-down, non-frequented places. Places such as this.

Though Al had a slight inkling that the reason was far more delicate than just thriftiness.

Knowledge such as that did nothing to assuage Al, and he stifled another sniff as he removed his gaze from the fading, peeling wallpaper. It wasn’t that Al was a high-class, high-maintenance young man; it was just that when one finds bed bugs in the straw pallet one calls a bed, one tends to draw a line.

Even Ed had had a hard time making Al forget about that one- or at the least, cease to mention it.

As Ed turned the key in the tarnished doorknob, however, and pushed open the door to reveal their lodgings for the night, Al couldn’t help but allow a small sigh of relief to pass his lips. A bed. A real bed! And one big enough for both brothers to fit on in moderate comfort. Not that size really mattered; a cot would have been enough for Al. So long as there weren’t any bed bugs.

Besides – he resisted the urge to look at Ed- he liked to cuddle with his brother.

He knew nii-san liked to cuddle too; neither, it seemed, could ever get over the sheer awe and wonderment of Al’s flesh body. Belay that, Al knew Ed wouldn’t cuddle unless he was forced to.

Al ignored the twinge deep in his chest as he realized there would be no such closeness tonight.

He was drawn from his musings as Ed threw their suitcase down with a flump onto the bed, and his overcoat along with it. Al swiftly withdrew his eyes from his brother’s right arm, covered as it was by the long sleeves. Though Ed assured him again and again it was a price well paid, and though he seemed not to find it half as cumbersome as before, Al couldn’t help but feel the odd twinge of guilt, sometimes. Changing the direction of his thoughts, Al instead completed his cursory inspection of their room. And thus gasped abruptly when his eyes lighted on an adjacent room and he dashed to the gaping doorway. “Nii-san!”

“Ah?” Ed didn’t look up from where he was removing the things they’d need for the night from their suitcase.

“A bathroom, nii-san! With running water!”

“Ah. I asked for one at the desk.” With his back turned, Ed never noticed the sparkling eyes of pure thankfulness Al was throwing him.

<<<>>>

The night progressed smoothly. They finished unpacking and had a small dinner Ed managed to procure (at slight cost) from the kitchens. It must have been said dinner, or the day of trudging over rough countryside; but Al was soon breathing lightly, passed out above the covers.

Ed smiled as he surveyed his brother – no longer clanking armor, but real flesh and blood. Alive. Right here where he could touch him. Feel his pulse thriving within.
He couldn’t help but continue to smile.

Worth it.

It would always be worth it.

His arm and leg for his brother’s soul and body and penance for both their sins? He felt, not for the first time, that he had gained far more than he’d lost.

So much for equivalent exchange.

Gazing once more as his brother, softly slumbering next to the remnants of their meal, Ed pushed himself gently from the bed and made his way into the bathroom. A long soak to remove the dust and weariness of their travels was just what he needed.

Time to think wouldn’t be scorned, either.

<<<>>>

In his sleep Al gave a tight moan, and twitched – subtly. His body shone with a slight sheen of sweat. A gasp, and he woke blearily to find his hand stroking down his heaving chest, en rout to his crotch.

Blushing fiercely he snatched his hand away and sat bolt upright, running the palm of his other hand up and over his face; wiping off the sudden explosion of heat and sweat compounding the moistness already present. Darting his eyes around the room, he gave a stiff gasp of relief and surprise in one. A moment of stillness, and he realized his brother was in the bathroom.

With that realization, the sudden adrenalin rush which had forced his erect position gave out, and he fell heavily back to the covers, arm over his eyes. He couldn’t help the sardonic grin that twisted his features. How many times was it now, that he’d woken from a wet dream about his brother, fearful said brother had heard him say or do something incriminating in his sleep; to find his brother absent.

Was it luck?

Or cruel fate?

Well, since he didn’t believe in luck, or fate… it was… oh who cared what it was! Al rolled over and buried his renewed flaming face in the pillow, as memories of his dream snuck back over his mind in full, vivid color.

What would nii-san do if he knew Al lusted after him as no brother should?
But Al couldn’t help it! At first he thought maybe he liked Winry. But back then, being a soul confined in a suit of armor… he’d never really had any way of confirming anything he felt.

If indeed he felt at all.

If he’d grown up the way all boys did, perhaps things would have turned out different. As it was, now, his brother was all he’d ever really needed. To be with him, everyday during their quest. Taking care of him. Ensuring their survival. All along, their quest for the philosophers stone had had only one true purpose affixed to it: to reunite them together as normal brothers once more.

But they weren’t normal brothers. All the pain and trials they’d overcome… And now, being with his brother wasn’t just a need. It was a want.

Pure, unadulterated, want.

He couldn’t not imagine life without his brother – Ed had done everything for him. And if keeping them together now that they had achieved the impossible, meant beating down his unrequited feelings. Then so be it.

Besides, he already felt he’d gotten far more than he deserved. He’d not only been granted his wish to remain with his brother for as long as they were alive, but he’d also been granted back his body. He could ‘feel’ again.

But what had nii-san achieved?

Al had not succeeded in returning to his brother his flesh limbs. And so, he would keep his feelings to himself.

That had been his plan.

But lately his dreams had started to become more vivid. More real – and Ed’s response was always so… heated!

He’d also started to notice things about his brother. Subtle things, but they were there. Sometimes they could be chalked up to coincidence – or timing – but at other times… they were unequivocal.

And he wanted his brother – wanted him so bad!

Wanted to hold him and be held by him. Wanted to touch and caress – love and be loved in return. He wanted to feel Ed against him, thrusting hard in wanton abandon in an effort to reach Shangri-la. Al wanted to reach that place of sensation too… with his brother.

But therein lay the problem; they were brothers. Al didn’t particularly see the difference – love was love, right? But what about nii-san? How would Ed react if Al told him he loved him in a less-than brotherly way?

-Or perhaps the better term would be more-than brotherly?

Al stifled a groan and further blushed as thoughts of his brother caused his hips to surreptitiously thrust into the bedspread.

He almost cried.

It felt so good- but not enough! He wanted his brothers hand, not his own.

He couldn’t stand it anymore!

Well… Al was a scientist, correct?

Maybe it was time he conducted a little experiment.

<<<>>>

Ed started abruptly when there was a soft, almost timid knock at the door, and a small amount of water sloshed from the tub. He looked at the door. “Ah, Al. Come in?”

The door cracked open, and Al slid in. shutting the door silently behind him.

He stood there for a moment just staring, clutching a fluffy white towel to his chest.

There was Ed, head cocked at him, waiting. Wet strands clinging to his neck and back. Arms propping him from the sides of the tub, automail glistening. The sharp contours of his firm upper torso led down to where they disappeared temptingly into the steamy water.

Al resisted the urge to lick his lips. What grand person had he offended to warrant him such a sexy specimen as his brother?

“Al?”

“Oh. Anou - nii-san. I was wondering, if, I…”

“Ah. Sure, Al. It’s about time I got out, anyway.” Ed made to rise.

“Iei! Nii-san. Could I join you?”

Ed looked surprised, he glanced into the tub, then back at Al. “Sure, I guess. If you want to. But it might be a tight fit.”

“Ah. Arigattou, nii-san!” Al swiftly dropped the towel he’d brought with him, and pulled his shirt over his head. As he was removing his pants and underclothes, however, he didn’t fail to notice Ed swiftly averting his gaze back down into the bath.

The warmth of the water rushed through his skin the moment he stepped into the bath, and as he sunk down opposite Ed, he just couldn’t help the unadulterated sigh of pure bliss that escaped his lips, – it seemed there were a lot of things he just couldn’t help, recently – and he was ever more thankful for the shampoo Ed used; clouding the water as it was, Al’s slight arousal, which had returned upon seeing Ed the way he was and compounded upon entering the sweet warmth of the bath – couldn’t be recognized for what it really was. Not that Ed was looking, – in fact, he was making a point of not – but just in case.

As Al’s body adjusted to the heat of the bath (so hot!) both brothers moved slightly and smoothly into more comfortable positions. Ed was right – it ‘was’ tight – but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Facing each other, it was actually quite comfy – their legs, however, tangled in the middle.

Not that either really minded, for various reasons.

As Al lounged back against the smooth side of the tub, his hands folded nervously in his lap, the two brothers fell into a companionable silence, each lost to his own thoughts as he reveled in the luxurious warmth.

Al’s mind was racing. How to ask? How to phrase what he so dearly longed to tell his brother. And then, once he told Ed, how to protect himself from the inevitable response.

Not telling him was no longer an option.

He risked a quick glance at his brother. On the outside, Ed was calm and relaxed. His eyes closed and body open as his muscles eased their tension out into the bath. On the inside, however, – Al knew – his mind was churning. Going over everything they knew and some they didn’t. making plans. Searching for connections – Ed was always thinking about something.

And rightly so, he ‘was’ a prodigy after all.

Al only wished Ed would sometimes turn that genius to his younger brother, and perhaps pick up on in the slightest what Al was exuding in waves – love, adoration, respect… and want.

Al’s gaze sank back to stare at the surface of the bath – never perfectly still. Always rippled in the slightest by the movements of their chests as they breathed. He sucked in his lower lip.

Slowly, ever so subtle, Al moved his left foot – the one he had conveniently placed directly between Ed’s legs – and brushed it along Ed’s upper, inner thigh.

No response.

Al listened for a while to the sounds of the silent bathroom: the odd drip from the faucet into the tub, Ed’s and his own breaths- the gentle intake and slow exhalation. He could also hear a commotion going on somewhere else in the hotel- though it was far enough away for only muffled sounds to be heard through the walls.

Ed shifted slightly, abruptly; and brought Al back to the present. He waited a while longer. Listening to the steady breathing of his brother. Paying rapt attention to every subtle movement Ed made.

After a time, he moved again. This time more daring.

Slowly, he moved the big toe on his foot to stroke shortly up along what he knew to be Ed’s sex. It was hardly noticeable- just a quick touch. But Ed jerked ever so slightly. Al could see his eyes flutter a moment beneath the shuttered lids.

He was staring blatantly at his brother now. Urging a response- anything, to show how Ed felt about… about Al touching him like this.

Not that he’d really done anything.

Yet.

Al had seen his brother naked before- had seen him naked on many occasions. His clothing getting shredded in battle. Changing in front of each other. Bathing. Swimming. Nothing was secret between the two.

Al revealed in his seemingly abundant patience, never more grateful, as he waited without moving, hardly daring to draw breath, but knowing he must not only because- well, he had to, but also because Ed would notice the moment his breathing stopped. Would notice the moment something seemed wrong with Al. That was just how he was.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Al liked the sound of the water as it dripped from the faucet. It had no rhythm; when the water built up too high, it would fall. And. Drip. A clear, solemn sound. No echo.

Al listened to the drips while he waited. Not counting. Just… listening.

Finally, when he felt enough time had elapsed for Ed to be subtly unaware, he took a deep breath in his mind, and moved his foot once more. This time the stroke was slightly firmer than the last, though still soft- almost feather-like. But this time there wasn’t any possible way for Ed to mistake it for what it was, as Al drug the soft under-skin of his big toe along the throbbing vein that snuck up the length of Ed’s member.

A gasp and Ed had jerked away, his eyes snapping open. The last drip of the faucet was drowned out in the sudden slosh of water.

Al forced himself not to draw any conclusions. When one is touched –anywhere- when not expecting said touch, one will automatically try to get away from a possibly harmful element. Keeping this in mind, he didn’t turn his gaze away when Ed looked directly at him.

“Al?”

Showing nothing on his face, Al never broke his gaze from Ed’s as he deliberately dragged his big toe back down the twitching member; his touch ‘much’ firmer than before.

Ed sucked in his next breath. “Al!” He tried to get away, but only succeeded in pushing himself higher onto the sloping edge of the tub, and, finding the edge too slippery, slipped back down to push his dick right into the welcoming palm of Al’s foot- which pushed back. He looked Al right in the eye, held his gaze, questioning, but Al never shrunk. Though inside, he was trembling uncontrollably. His own member twinged in response.

Slowly and purposefully, Al began to drag the palm of his foot over Ed’s shaft. Up, then back down, up- in a slightly jerky rhythm, but a rhythm all the same.


Ed couldn’t help himself; didn’t even have time to think. Al’s foot on his steadily growing member felt so… so right. So good. So goooooooo- “Al.” This time the name was spoken around a harshly drawn breath. And Ed’s entire body shivered, though the bath was still as warm as it had been a few moments ago. He thrust discretely into that foot, and the bigger toe and the one next to it parted, allowing him to slide between, and it was so tight! Yet so awkward- Ed near arched clear out of the water.

Gods. He was getting it off with a foot! His brothers- shit! Alphonse!

Ed snapped back into a mental frame, and struggled to ignore his body. With a heave and crack of porcelain, Ed had propelled himself right out of the bath and onto the floor of the bathroom. Water showered the floor, sloshing back and forth in the tub in turbulent waves, disturbing the tranquility of the bathroom. His body shook slightly from what he’d just done. What he’d allowed Al to do.

Ignoring his state of undress- the cold air snapping as his previously warmed flesh- Ed struggled to return his breathing rate to normal, and did his best to glare at his brother, though his gaze came off as more incredulous than anything. “Al, what were you- we’re brothers!” He stammered.

Al waited for the water to settle a bit before he scooted to the edge of the tub- though he didn’t make any move to get out. There was Ed, in all his ignorant fury. Standing with water streaming off him- glistening over the many contours of his frame and- oh. Sooooo not going there. Al looked instead into his brother face, searching for something… anything.

“I wanted to.” He said shortly.

Now Ed really was incredulous. “Al, we’re- we’re BROTHERS!”

“I know that.” Al rolled his eyes in his mind, “But I… I wanted to.” Oh great, now emotions were getting in his way. This wasn’t the time. When dealing with Ed it was better to be calm, cool and collected. Not half hard, muddled and wanting.

“Al…” Ed ran his automail hand through his wet hair. “Just because you wanted to do something… You can’t. What you were doing wasn’t just like… a back rub, or something, it-“

“I know what I was doing!” Al shocked his brother into looking back at him with his yell. ‘I know very well what I was doing- you keep forgetting I’m eighteen! I was trying to get you off, dammit. And I want to do it again! -I WILL do it again unless you give me some reason to believe you don’t want it to!”

“Al, what are you-“

“I love you, nii-san. And not just like a brother.” Al’s gaze softened. “I’m IN love with you…”

Ed started for a moment, before lowering his arm. Slowly, he bent, and snagged Al’s towel from where it lay and wrapped it around his waist. Even so, Al could see his still slightly turgid member pressing against the material. Ed then turned back to him, “Al, we can’t do that. We’re brothers. It just isn’t right. Besides, you’re just confused, you’re still getting used to that new body. Soon you’ll meet a nice girl, and fall head-over-heels in love with her.”

Something inside Al cracked. He couldn’t help it- even though he’d been prepared for a response like this, now that he was facing it… he couldn’t just take it without a fight. He couldn’t. “Since when have you cared about what’s right, nii-san?” Al stood up from the bath, his naked, flesh body gleaming. “We’ve always lives our lives for US- why change our ideals now!” His rant didn’t stop there. At first, he found it difficult, but then the words started to come, and soon, they just wouldn’t stop coming. “And how can you say that I’ll fall in love with a girl!? Maybe I was infatuated with Winry at one point- but so were you, if I remember correctly. I used to listen to you, some nights when you thought I was already asleep- jerking off and moaning her name. At first I was too young and naive to understand what you were doing- and when I finally understood, I tried to ignore it. But then it wasn’t Winry’s name I heard on your tongue anymore- it was the taisan’s. Hearing you jerk yourself off to thoughts of our commanding officer really got to me. And I started to think of you differently, that, if you could get off to thoughts of another man, then maybe I’d have a chance- because by then I’d started to fall for you, nii-san. I realized that if I ever got my flesh body back, I’d never leave your side. Even if you didn’t want me that way, I’d still, I’d still never leave your side.”

And then the tears started to come, and Al found his emotions wrenching themselves from him in waves of words. “And after everything- me getting my body back and you going through the gate without me- even though I hadn’t my memories then, I still remembered you and that I loved you above everything, even though I couldn’t remember why. And then my greatest wish was granted- I got my memories back, and I got to come through to this world. With you. And stay. And at first I was content just to be with you, to know you’d always be by my side. But then I started to notice my body reacting to you in ways it shouldn’t, and no matter how hard I tried, I STILL had dreams about you, and I couldn’t stop looking at you.”

“Al, I-“

“And you know what else I’ve noticed.” Al was suddenly angry, cutting off his brother mid-sentence, “You never used to touch yourself often, but when things would get to be too much, you would try to relieve yourself that way- and it was always ever Roy’s name on your tongue. But after we got here, you’ve only done it once- when you thought I was asleep. Or maybe you’ve done it other times and I just never noticed. But this one time I really was asleep- and guess what woke me? MY BROTHER MOANING MY OWN NAME!”

Al’s voice rang through the bathroom, and there was a sudden silence.

Ed flushed deeply and seemed to pull back from his brother.

Al didn’t even notice he was still scratchily wet, and now flaccid. His long hair – mirroring his brothers – clinging to his back. His fists were clenched at his sides. And he couldn’t care about anything but his brother’s face; watching the changing emotions- the shock, the wonderment, incredulity and remorse.

And then Ed seemed to sigh. He lowered his gaze from his brothers, and moved over to the towel-rack, snagging a spare, fluffy white towel. “It’s not really that I care what I do anymore- if there is a god I’ve been condemned to hell already. But I never wanted you to follow down the same road I chose. I wanted you to live a full, and happy life- find a girl, settle down and give me little nieces and nephews.” He grinned as he beckoned to Al with the towel.

Hesitantly, Al stepped with a slosh from the bath, and made his way over to his brother.
Slinging the towel around his brothers shaking form, Ed proceeded to dry him as he continued. “Yeah, I was infatuated with Winry- we both were. And I had… a ‘thing’ with the taisan.” He ignored his brothers surprised look. “But then, I wasn’t sure exactly when, but suddenly, I realized I didn’t love Roy. Yeah, he was a great lay, but I didn’t love him. And when the suddenly real possibility of you leaving me forever arose, I made my choice- it was you over the bastard any day. And then, suddenly, you were there beside me again, traveling with me just like old times- except this time you had a body. Your own body- the one I’d given you. And then it wasn’t just love I was feeling, it was lust. I tried to stuff it down- telling myself it was wrong- we were bothers and all that jazz- but the only thing that really enabled me to hold myself back was the knowledge that you probably WANTED a girl- or a boy. But you certainly would never want ‘me’ like that.

“Plus, you always seemed so young. So innocent.”

Al opened his mouth to protest- Ed cut him off.

“I know, I know- though you look to be barely fifteen- you’re actually eighteen in spirit. I know that better than anyone- though I never really ‘knew’ it. You were always my ototou. So innocent.” Ed caught Al’s gaze, and held it. His hands stilled where they had been ruffling Al’s hair dry.

Though Ed was older than Al by a year or so in spirit, and four in body – Al was just as tall as he was, their eyes on level.

There were differences, of course – facial structure, for one. And then, all the years of toil, parrying, flipping, dodging, attacking… walking: had left Ed with a build packed with subtle muscles, all enclosed in a tight, sultry package. Though Al, on the other hand, while traveling with Ed and fighting just as hard, he’d been a spirit encased in armor at the time. And armor and spirit did not tire, and thus, couldn’t build the way living muscle could. His body now was young, lithe and just starting to strengthen and mature with age and their new travels.

After a time, Al spoke. “I’m not that innocent, nii-san. I’ve seen things- death, mutilation, human-transmutation. And I have… touched, my self.”

Ed raised an eyebrow.

Al, though flushing, ignored this and continued. “And… I’ve watched my brother –many times- bring himself off… and-“ He was cut off as Ed suddenly shot forwards and suctioned himself to his brothers lips. Al was instantly immobilized. All he could do was stand there and let his brother plunder his mouth. Searching, sucking, seducing.

He was an amazing kisser. – Must have been Roy.

Al growled at the thought, and suddenly became a very willing and active participant in the face sucking. Licking back at his brother, he waited until Ed backed off slightly before returning the service – in spades.

The towel Ed had been using to dry Al’s hair abruptly dropped to the ground with a plop when he felt his little brothers hands deftly slide to the towel about his waist, and sneak inside. He gasped into Al’s mouth when slender fingers wrapped themselves about him, and pumped.

“Al!” He choked, breaking the kiss. The movement caused the towel to loosen further, then fall to join its brother.

Al was grinning at him, “No nieces or nephews?”

“Hell no.”

Al’s grin softened into a smile.

Ed smiled back, and gently withdrew Al’s hand. Bending in close to Al’s ear, he whispered, “And let’s take this slow, ah, Al. we have all the time in the world.”

And then, without warning, he scooped Al up and over his shoulder.

“Nii-san!?” Al suddenly found himself with a face-full of wonderful, tight, Ed buttocks.

Ed didn’t reply, only took one step after another from the bathroom and over to the bed, where, with one swipe of his automail arm, he cleared it of dishes, utensils, clothing and their suitcase; before dropping Al onto it.

Al scooted back, away from the feral gleam in his brother’s eyes. “N-nii-san?”

Ed was grinning. “You can’t back off now, Al. you started this, it’s only fair that you finish it – equivalent exchange, you know.” And with those words his was upon his brother, flesh flush against flesh. Kissing him madly, desperately, almost. Thrusting his pelvis against Al’s.

And Al couldn’t get enough. He thrust back at Ed desperately, twining his hands into his brother’s hair to pull him down even closer.

The thin film of water left on their skin neither had bothered to dry now clung desperately to their flesh as it was rubbed and warmed between them. Joined by sweat pouring form pubes in an effort to cool the fevered skin.

But nothing could cool the lust and pure want the brothers exuded.

They were lost to each other. Writhing and twisting against each other.

Al’s hands were soon tangled almost painfully in Ed’s hair, but neither noticed, And if they did, neither cared.

Breathing harshly, Ed moved his left, flesh hand down to Al’s hip, tracing it up the soft skin of Al’s leg – drawing a faint moan from his brother – then lifted the limb so his member fitted more fully against Al’s.

Al’s eyes widened and he pushed up desperately, seeking Ed and that glorious friction.

How much more wonderful than his own hand!

Pinning the leg between his side and upper arm, Ed snuck his hand back down the leg, this time beneath it. Tracing around to the inside of the thigh, he then followed the dip and crease behind Al’s straining scrotum and touched the tips of his index and middle fingers to the puckered entrance.

Al gasped and pushed against the touch, causing the tip of a finger to slip in. His eyes widened even further and he moaned. “Nii-saaaan…”

“Shhh…” Ed kissed him silent. Bracing his body with his automail arm, he lifted up and arched his lower torso downwards, changing the angle and depth of his thrusts, causing his member to slide dryly up against Al’s, all along the length, before drawing back and repeating the motion.

His hips gaining tempo, his finger he kept still, just barely breaching Al’s entrance. Applying just enough pressure to ensure Al was always aware of its presence, but little enough to let him know Ed would go no further.

“Nii-san… aah- Oh. Oh. Oh-“ Al let his head fall back onto the pillows, and moaned wantonly beneath his brother.

The finger just inside his entrance felt so weird, and yet so absurdly wonderful. Ed thrusting against him felt so ‘right’.

He started to buck –as best as he was able, trapped as he was by his brothers substantial weight- and his breathing grew ragged. “Uh, uh- h-harder. Yes, ye- ung-UH! ED!” Al screamed and arched, his cream shooting up to add to the (absurd amount of) moistness between them.

Ed’s eyes were staring straight down at his brothers flushed and euphoric face; for multiple reasons. Firstly, he’d never before seen anything so incredibly HOT as his brother cumming beneath him. His face now adorably pained in post-bliss, and his mouth gaping as he panted in deeper breaths of luxurious oxygen. And secondly – Alphonse had said his name. In the throws of lust Al had screamed out not nii-san, but… Ed.

For Edward, that one word was the defining moment in their relationship- they ceased then to be men, to be brothers; they were only two lovers who cried for each other when without.

His look of surprise degenerated into one of pure love, and he dipped down to steal a kiss, thrusting his hips in one last downward motion as he did.

Al hissed as his over-sensitized member was rubbed, and gave the kiss freely; at last untangling his sticky fingers from Ed’s hair.

Slowly Al extricated the rest of himself from Ed, pushing up and lowering his leg, removing Ed’s hand in the process. Giving his brother one last nip, he slid his lips down Ed’s neck, and distracted him by sucking and licking gently, there, searching for tender spots; as he carefully pushed them both over until Ed was splayed on his back, Al above him.

“Al, what? What are we-“

Al pressed his lips to Ed’s, gazing at him fiercely with renewed lust pooling in the pit of his chest.

“Al? Uhn… Al…” Ed’s head fell back as Al wrapped his fingers deftly around his achingly hard member.

Licking his lips, Al looked down at his hand encircling his brother, then back up at Ed’s face, eyes hooded in pleasure. Scooting himself down abruptly, Al dipped down, and Ed never knew what hit him.

Well, everything considered, I’m quite sure he did.

Eyes shot open, legs spread involuntarily and hands clenched out at the spread. “Oh, gods- AL! Fuck! Don’t stop…” His hips bucked and his head fell back. He forced himself to keep his hands to his sides, lest he try to push down on Al’s head, make him go deeper, and accidentally hurt him with his automail.

Pushing down on Ed’s hips, Al obeyed the unspoken request and did his best to take his brother in as far as he could. He was inexperienced, and clumsy, but he was excited and eager to please, and that was all that mattered.

Suddenly there was a bang like a shotgun and both boys jumped – Al never stopped.

Tipping his head back further, Ed looked to where the door had been kicked open to find the man he had checked in with earlier standing breathing heavily in the doorway.
He looked pissed.

“How DARE you! The audacity! And in my own hotel – GET OUT!”

Irritated and far too gone in his own lust to think properly, Ed raised his hands above his head, clapped, then swung them back to slam against the backboard of the bed.

There was a flash of red, angry light – the light which signaled an alchemic reaction – then the light sped down the backboard and across the floor towards the door, where there was a rumble, and the carpet sprang up in the doorway, instantly becoming concrete. Once again sealing the brothers in the room, and everyone else out.

Ed wasn’t thinking. He’d only enough time to blearily reflect on what he’d just done, when Al suddenly took him in as far as he could, almost to the base, and hummed around his shaft. Ed hissed and bucked futilely against Al’s restraining hands, and gripped the backboard desperately with hands previously splayed over the wood.

Encouraged, Al hummed again, then drew back up and swirled his tongue around the head, dipping it daringly into the piss-slit, urging a “fuck!” from Ed, who’s breathing had gotten noticeably short and ragged.

Dipping back down, Al created a vacuum within his mouth, and swallowed.

Ed shouted and bucked. “Al! You might, wanna- AL! I’m… gonna-“

Al repeated his earlier motion, ignoring his brother’s warnings, and with a yell Ed was cumming. Convulsing desperately beneath Al as the younger continued sucking, choking slightly as he desperately tried to swallow the endless torrent.

Blinking to clear the white from his vision, Ed raised himself on his arms and smiled sated down at his brother.

Al looked back up at him hopefully, like a puppy searching for praise.

Ed leaned over, and seductively licked a dribble of ejaculate from where it was making a glistening trail down Al’s chin. He whispered, “If you ever do that again, I’ll personally draw up the legal papers stating your mouth belongs exclusively to me.”

Al’s smile could have powered the entire city for a month.

Then his eyes lit on the doorway. “Ed… what?”

Ed followed his brother gaze. “Oh. Yeah. That asshole of an owner started giving us shit – you were a bit busy to notice – so I shut him out.” He shrugged.

Incredulous, Al drifted from the bed, and over to the carpet/door.

Touching the solidified wool, timidly, Al looked over his shoulder at his brother. The look was difficult to interpret, but if Ed had to guess, it was a cross somewhere between wonderment and disbelief.

Ed sat up on the bed, his pleasure-muddled brain finally catching up to the facts. His mouth worked, but no sound emerged.

Al had turned back to the carpet/door, touching and examining it excitedly. “Maybe it actually ‘is’ possible here- maybe it’s just harder. Was there anything at the time- a catalyst or something- something that would account for you being able to transmute?” he looked back excitedly at Ed.

“Iei...” Ed was thoughtful. Then abruptly his expression morphed into one of suggest. “But I know how I was feeling at the time.”

As fast as Al’s face reddened, he’d turned it back to the wall. Suddenly, an idea occurred to him, and fast forgetting his brother’s earlier comment, swung back to stammer excitedly. “Maybe the energy is triggered by extreme emotion- anger, hate, fear-“
“Lust?”

“Uhn… yes. That too.”

Reverting back to seriousness, Ed stood, and stated thoughtfully, “We’ll have to study this further- later. First we have to figure out how to reverse this- the guy’s pissed enough as it is without his door being sealed with carpet.” Quirking an eyebrow at Al -naked form bent slightly and suggestively as the younger examined the phenomena- Ed threw –for the first time in his life – all thoughts of alchemy from his mind, scooped his younger brother into his arms, and cast him back onto the bed with a squeak and protest of the springs and brother both. “But we can do that later. For now…” Ed allowed his kiss to finish his sentence, reclaiming his brothers swollen and willing lips.

As they parted, Al grinned erotically, and snuggled into his brother’s embrace.

They’d just settled into a comfortable silence, breathing in each other’s air, sharing each other’s scent, when Al spoke into his brothers neck. “So, nii-san. Tell me all about Roy.”

With a groan and faint prick of an on-coming headache, Ed rolled away from his brother and planted his face deep into the next pillow. “Nice way to kill the mood, Al.”


-Owari

Japanese Translations:
Nii-san: A shortening of “Onii-Chan” which is a formal expression used to refer to an older brother. (Its opposite is ‘onee-chan’: older sister.)
Ah: Yeah. Sound of agreement.
Shangri-la: There are many different literal and historical references and definitions, but really it means, essentially: paradise.
Anou: Umm…
Iei: No.
Matte: ‘Wait’. ‘Hold up’. –Anything along those lines. – Not: ‘stop’.
Arigattou: Thank you.
Taisan: Colonel- In the context of FMA, usually, it is used to refer exclusively to Roy Mustang.
Ototou: Younger / little brother.

A/N: Translations are based off personal knowledge, therefore any pointing-out-of errors will be appreciated, and errors will be corrected asap.