Breakfast

Breakfast
TheGoddessofDeath

A/N: Written a few years back as a challenge from a friend of mine. Enjoy.

"Al?"

Amber eyes scanned the small room. A frown plastered itself to the young man's face, and he sighed.

This happened every day. Every day he woke up to this room and wondered where in the hell he was. Every day he cried for his brother to come to him, but he never did.

"Al?"

This time his cry was raspy, his throat constricting.

No, it was not a dream. He was still in this strange world he had come to know, and yet really had not. He had been here for over two years now, but it never seemed like his home. Looking out the window, a smoky gray sky awaited him and he lowered himself into the bed again. No need to get up today.

He had barely closed his eyes again when the door to his room flew open. "Edward! Time to get up!"

Oh yeah. How could he forget Alfons Heiderich. The man who had taken him in and been so kind to him. Almost always had a smile on his face. On mornings like these though, when he was missing his home and his brother way more than usual, he hated that damn smile. "I don't want to get up today," he said, his words muffled by his pillow.

Alfons sighed and walked over to Edward's bedside. "Come on, Edward. Don't be like that today."

"Like what?" Edward had not faced the man beside him yet today, and was not planning on it either.

The younger man looked to the ceiling and sighed. For a lack of a more graceful word, he said, "Snippish."

"Look," Edward sat up to look at the other man. "I just..."

"You miss your world, don't you?"

It never surprised him when Alfons could read him without blinking or hesitation. "You do not need an answer to that," Edward said, turning his head back to look at the bleak sky out the dirty window. It seemed the usually prim and proper Alfons had been falling behind in his duties of cleaning. It was then he felt Alfons' rough hand lay on his forearm and he jolted in surprise.

"Jumpy today too. Look, Edward. I know you miss your world, but laying here all day will not get you back home."

Edward looked down to the sheets and then back to Alfons' baby blue eyes. "I suppose you're right."

The younger man stood up, beaming. Must be proud of himself for getting me out of bed, Edward thought. "I will start making breakfast for us, then. Please excuse me." That being said, Alfons left, the door closing with a soft 'click'.

Breakfast was a bit better. Edward smiled at the array of food that Alfons laid out in front of him. Alfons considered the smile from the other man payment for everything, and that day, he wanted to stay close to Edward. He sat in the chair next to him instead of the chair across from him like usual. Edward didn't protest; he liked having Alfons around. It was like having Al smiling right back at him. Al...

"Would you like something to drink, Edward?"

Edward pushed his brother out of his mind, desperately trying to look like he had been paying attention. "Hm? Oh, yes, please."

Alfons pulled two mugs out of his cupboard. They were both slightly chipped and off-white, but it did not matter to Edward. He was a bit distracted on Alfons' backside, however. Unfortunately, he did not realize he was staring, and the younger man caught him. "Um, were you staring at me, Edward?"

Edward smacked himself mentally. No use lying to the boy either. "Yes."

"Why?" The mugs hit the table suddenly and startled Edward slightly. Maybe he was jumpy today.

All Alfons received was a shrug. Edward could not bring himself to look at him now, though. The eggs on his plate had become so very fascinating. The younger man knew why. "I look like your brother, don't I?"

This made Edward look up, but he looked away again. That was all of an answer he needed. Alfons put the coffee pot down on the table and quietly walked to the older man. He wrapped his arms around Ed from behind, pressing his face into his neck. "I am sorry, Edward."

Edward was, to put it blandly, shocked at Alfons' actions. For a moment, it felt like his beloved brother's embrace. Oh, how he missed him. For now, though, there was only Alfons. There was only now.

The hot breath of the younger man tickled his neck before his lips made their first contact. Wether it was for comfort or for initiation, he did not know. However, Edward just took it as the latter. Standing up quickly, he turned to face a startled Alfons. "I'm sorry, Edward! It was unintentional!"

It was Alfons' turn to be afraid. Had he been too straightforward with his affections? He definetly did not want Edward walking out and not returning.

Edward did no such thing. In fact, he did quite the opposite. He grabbed Alfons and, with a swift movement of his hand, swiped his plate, mug and silverware onto the floor with a crash. Alfons looked to the floor at his broken dishware and breakfast he had spent a lot of time on now splayed across the floor. He looked to Edward with silent hurt and disbelief.

"Come on, it's not like you wanted those pancakes," Edward said, pushing Alfons onto the now cleared table. The younger man was about to protest when Edward covered his mouth with his own. Alfons struggled for a moment, trying to free himself from Edward's grasp that kept him secure to the table. Soon, however, he realized it would get him nowhere, and he gave in. Edward's tongue traced Alfons' bottom lip, and he opened his mouth obediently.

They memorized each other's mouth and taste with their tongues. Edward growled in his throat, finally pulling away to let his younger counterpart breathe. "Edward..."

Edward did not reply, but he did let his lips feast upon Alfons' pale throat, feeling his pulse and breath quicken.

"Edward..." Alfons moaned again, feeling wave after wave of pleasure course through his veins. The excitement was mutual, and after many nips and suckles of the sensitive skin of the throat, the two found themselves quite wanton of the other. Alfons noticed the tightening in his trousers, and bucked his hips against Edward, as to try and transfer his attention toward his now enflamed cock.

Edward felt Alfons' erection hit his stomach and he let his automail insist in holding Alfons' hips steady. "I feel you," Edward said in a low growl. "Let me finish up here before I move down there." As proof of his statement and to let his partner know he was not alone in his agony of waiting, he grinded his own erection against Alfons' thigh. He then turned back to his task, kissing down the younger man's throat until he reached the buttons of his shirt. Edward let his hands run across Alfons' still clothed torso, pushing those annoying suspenders he always insisted on wearing off of him so they fell at his sides to the tabletop.

Hands found their way to Edward's own torso, searching in desperation for the buttons of his vest. He was about to remind him who was in charge here, who called the shots. But he understood. Alfons was as anxious as he was to get the other's clothes off. Edwards reluctantly pulled away to let him take the vest off his arms. He quickly returned to his objective, however. He began the daunting task of unbuttoning Alfons' shirt, giving each new area of exposed skin a loving kiss and a swipe of his tongue. Whispers of his name hit his ears and the shaking of the body underneath him was pure bliss. An indication of him doing it right. It seemed to make the both of them bolder in their movements. Alfons was now mocking Edward, unbuttoning the older man's shirt with far less teasing and patience.

Pretty soon, both men's torsos were bare. Alfons was letting the pain of waiting for release get to him and was now panting for air. Edward stood and admired his handiwork. The young man below him was not well toned by any means, but that did not mean he had gorgeous curves. Edward traced the forementioned curves with his eyes, making Alfons blush ever so slightly. The younger man quite enjoyed Edward's body as well, the scarred skin on his chest where the metal of his automail grasped the pale skin reminded Alfons of the pain his partner had gone through in his past. He lifted a gentle hand to trace the jointure before pushing himself up to a sitting position on the tabletop. He was level now with Edward's chest, and he began to give the scars gentle kisses. It was Edward's turn for his breath to quicken and his heart to beat painfully hard in his chest. "Alfons..."

It was weird for Edward to be moaning the name of his beloved brother. He had to remind himself that this was Alfons Heiderich, not Alphonse Elric; that he was not making love to his brother, but this man whom he had come to adore in the few short years the two had known each other. While his mind argued with him, Alfons had proceeded to let his tongue come into play. His body gave an involuntary jolt and he whimpered. That spot, where the metal met his skin, had always been sensitive to touch. This, however, just drove him mad. He ran his hand through the short hair of the young man in front of him, urging him further. Alfons took the hint, and his hands wandered absentmindedly to Edward's belt. He undid the belt with skill, but painfully slow. Well, it seemed Alfons could tease as well. Edward gave a moan of approval, feeling the belt slide around his waist with a tug from Alfons.

"You seem to know what you're doing," Edward stated, his breath now to the point of panting. It was like Alfons' body had been programmed just for Edward's pleasure. That Alfons knew exactly hat his partner wanted, and was not shy or unwilling to deliver.

The younger man snorted, now unbuttoning Edward's pants. "I am a man myself, my dear Edward. I know what I like."

Made sense. He decided to let Alfons proceed with what he was doing. His knees were starting to get weak, however. He felt his pants come undone and shivered when Alfons' hand moved it's way into his undergarment. Edward moved his head to work on Alfons' shoulder, nipping and sucking while Alfons' fingertips worked upon his swollen erection. Edward was afraid that he could not stand up much longer, but settled for placing both of his hands beside Alfons' thighs upon the tabletop. He felt that sensation of orgasm coming over him and he groaned into Alfons' shoulder. "Alfons, not yet...not...yet..."

Despite his pleas, Alfons continued his movements, fueled by the begging and whimpering. He liked having the upper hand. Edward, however, knew his place in the relationship they had just so newly established. He was the dominant one. He was the one in charge. He grasped Alfons' forearm forcefully and pulled it away from him. "Listen to me when I tell you to do something."

Alfons was immediately knocked into his submissive role, laying back down on the table. Edward gave a nod of approval, before sitting down in his chair. He began to work on Alfons' pants, pulling them down by the suspenders he had taken off earlier. He pulled his undergarment down a bit too eagerly, and smirked when Alfons hissed between his teeth when the cloth traveled over his taunt erection. Hands traveled up shapely legs to that prize waiting for them. Edward stood up once again, hovering over his newfound lover. Alfons felt his toes curl when Edward's hot mouth took in his sensitive flesh. His moans mixed with his labored breathing, his eyes forced shut by the searing pleasure taking hold of his body. Edward was little skilled on the art of a blowjob, but he let instincts come over him and guide him. His tongue began a sweeping motion up and down his partner's cock, the little grunts we was receiving giving his confidence to continue. He let his lips move up and down in a bobbing motion, feeling Alfons' fingers lace themselves in his long hair. Then came the unexpected, Alfons began to push the man's head further onto his cock so the organ hit the back of his throat. He wanted to gag, but he just tightened his throat. When he let him up, he let the cock fall from his mouth, now covered in saliva and raging harder than ever. Edward frowned and bit his inner thigh, hard. Alfons yelped, sitting up to look at the man between his legs.

"What the hell was that for?!"

"That was for forcing me upon you. I did not say you were allowed to urge me on."

Alfons whimpered, but Edward kissed him again, wiping the few tears that had escaped his eyes away with his thumb. They stayed locked at the mouth for may moments before Edward pulled away.

"You don't have any kind of lubricant, do you?" he asked in a rushed whisper, prepared to use anything as lubricant now. His patience was wearing thin, as was Alfons'. They needed to couple, and now.

Alfons looked behind them and then on the floor at the food now. "All we have that's close to it is butter."

Edward did not care anymore. "That's fine. Where is it?" He was looking frantically where Alfons' eyes were focused.

The younger man pointed to a tub on the floor. Edward ran over and grabbed it, scooping some of it and rubbing it on his erection. Taking a tiny bit more on his fingers, he rubbed some around Alfons' entrance. Alfons groaned, moving against Edward's hand. The older man pushed a finger into his partner, moving it around to ease the taunt muscles. Alfons was now writhing underneath him and pleading for him. Edward withdrew his finger and gently pushed himself into Alfons.

Alfons felt himself being invaded, and tears sprang to his eyes. Edward shushed him, stroking his hair and kissing him all over his face. When he calmed down, he pushed further until he rested completely in him. "It only get better from here," he said quietly to the man under him.

Edward received a small nod of approval from Alfons, and he began to move. His thrusts were awkward at first. Having never done anything like this before, it was weird to him. Soon his instincts helped him and he found a comfortable pace for the both of them. Edward was thrusting at such an angle that every stoke had him brushing against Alfons' erection. Alfons still had tears spilling down his face, eyes shut tightly, crying out Edward's name with every third or fourth stroke.

Both of them were covered in sweat, moving against each other now in quick jerks of movement. They both were close, and they knew their partners could feel it. Edward held out until Alfons screamed loudly, his cock twitching inbetween them and shooting his white completion all over both of their stomachs. Edward took his cue and thrust into him once last time at the hilt, letting himself go inside his counterpart. Edward fell back into his chair, pulling Alfons with him in his lap. They were still joined, Edward letting the last of his orgasm wash over him. They both were panting heavily, heads resting on each other's shoulders.

Alfons was the first to regain speech. "Well, I guess we're lovers now, huh?"

"You better believe it," Edward replied back, holding onto Alfons tightly.

As the days went by, he found himself still longing for his home and for his brother. All he had to do though, was take one look at Alfons, and those longings would disappear for a finite while.