Speak Through Silence

Title: Speak
Through Silence.

Pairing/Characters: Scar/Alphonse Elric.

Rating: NC-17.

Prompt: Struggle.

Genre: Romance, Smut.

Word Count: +/- 342.

Notes: For vera_chan. Set post anime. God, you
wouldn't believe how long it took me to finish this one.

Speak
Through Silence.

Don't move, he doesn't say, but his hands land on the pale skin, and
Alphonse takes a millisecond to shudder, moan and writhe, before lying limply
on the rough bed. This body is new, this hair is new, these eyes are new. This
smile, these hands, this skin, everything is new. It's all pale and soft,
unscarred and untouched, and it's a constant fight to keep himself whole.

Trust me, he doesn't ask, because he knows and he doesn't say, because
the silence is precious, it blankets them both as they shiver and drown in the
new textures of skin against skin. Please, Alphonse doesn't plead,
because his eyes are bright enough, real enough.

Scar understands.

Open for me, spread for me, he doesn't order, because his hands coax him
gently, more effectively than words. Outside, outside there's a war raging and
people suffering. Outside, Alphonse has a brother that doesn't understand and
Scar a cross he has to bear. Outside the fires blaze and consume everything
they might have held dear once, erasing the path that took them here. Outside
there's pain and darkness and duty to uphold.

Alphonse understands, too.

For me, only for me, he doesn't demand, because he's being given freely.
Alphonse spreads and twists and shows his body - real, flesh, only body -
offering this one last thing that no one else will take. And Scar knows,
without being told, that as he lays claim on the tiny - he's so small -
body, so different from his own, that outside there's a world threatening to
swallow them whole. That even as he sinks into that delicious heat, as the boy
stretches with a sharp cry that shatters their silent hideout, even as they
join their bodies like they have joined their souls before, others die,
fighting a war that shouldn't have started in the first place.

There's no resistance in the way Alphonse gives himself up for him, no fight
and no struggle -- there's no need for it, the world outside does it for both.