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Control	By : Blysse Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3360 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money off of my writing.

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Title: Control
Type:
Yaoi, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:
Elricest
Warnings: Elricest, smut, very
dominant Alphonse

A/N:
Kehehe~ Seme!Al is my favorite still. XD; Also, fun with italics
this time 'round, too!

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Control.

It's
something that Alphonse craves, needs.
And it's something that Edward is more than willing to hand over to
him. At no other time than during sex will Edward allow his brother
to have such complete and utter control over him, making him do
things with nothing less than a single word or glance.

And that is just what Alphonse does when his coppery eyes flick
downwards, locking with Edward's, his pink tongue darting out to
trace over supple red lips. A visible shudder runs through Edward.
Alphonse sees it right away, lips quirking up into a suggestive grin.

“Brother...”
he says, his voice soft and yet firm as any shouted words would be.

Edward, kneeling at the foot of the bed, straightens a little,
looking at Alphonse where he leans up against the headboard of their
bed, reclining and looking nothing short of utterly comfortable.
Alphonse's eyes narrow slightly, and immediately, Edward's hands move
to rest on the bed as he crawls up towards Alphonse. He doesn't
rush; Edward knows that Alphonse will punish him for being too eager,
just as he will if Edward moves too slowly. So Edward has practiced
this, learned exactly what pace works best to please his baby
brother.

As
soon as Edward is near, Alphonse reaches down, slender fingers
tangling in sun-spun hair. A flash of pain
through Edward's scalp, but he loves it, feels a pleasant shiver
trace along his already-sensitive nerves. Just knowing that they're
playing their little game tonight has put Edward on edge.

Alphonse
grins, seeing how excitable his brother is already, and gives another
tug on Edward's hair, pulling him up until their lips connect.
Alphonse's tongue swipes out over Edward's bottom lip--wet...
firm...
demanding...--a
silent command, and Edward opens his mouth with a soft, submissive
mewl of a noise.

Alphonse's
tongue slips into Edward's mouth; his brother's taste
is almost as addictive as this power that he holds over him. Both
make Alphonse's heart pound in his chest, adrenaline seeping into his
blood with each command that Edward follows, each request that is
obeyed without the slightest hesitation. Drunk,
he feels sometimes, with the rush that flows through his body.

A
small yelp--not quite pained, more pleasured than anything--flows out
into the kiss as teeth bite down on Edward's tongue, holding it in
place for a few moments before Alphonse lets go. Sharp,
the movement that pulls Edward's head back by his hair. Sharper
the bite that follows, marking the milky skin of his throat.

Edward
swallows thickly, a shaking breath pulled into his lungs as he feels
Alphonse's free hand running along his chest, lower, lower
until it finally presses against his groin, light and teasing as his
fingers trace the outline of his erection. Edward pants, biting his
lip as he holds still, knowing he can't move unless he's told to.
For the briefest of moments, Alphonse's hand gives more pressure,
just what Edward wants, but then he pulls away, both hands going to
Edward's shoulders, rolling them over so he's on top now.

Edward's
eyes widen and he lets out a quiet, startled noise before quickly
relaxing--or at least, appearing to. While his body language and
thoughts are submissive and calm, his heart and thoughts are both
racing, his pulse stumbling over itself for a moment when he feels
Alphonse's hands on his belt,
hears the familiar clink
of the buckle as it's undone.

“Tell me how much you need me, Brother,” Alphonse asks in
a level, yet breathy and demanding tone.

Swallowing thickly, Edward's gaze follows after Alphonse as he sits
up and moves to pull his belt off. Alphonse folds the leather and
sets it aside, giving Edward a pointed look as he does so; Edward
knows his brother won't hesitate to use the belt for... other
things, should he get too disobedient.

Edward doesn't realize that he's still staring at the belt, almost
longingly, and that he hasn't answered to Alphonse's command. Not
until there's a small growl and a sudden bite to his neck, leaving
behind a mark that will linger long after this night is over.

“I said,” Alphonse starts, reaching down to pop open the
button on Edward's pants. “How much do you need me?”
Alphonse's eyes flash as he grasps the metal tab of the zipper
between his fingers, just ready to undo his pants...

... If Edward gives him what he wants

“So much, Alphonse,” Edward breathes out in a low voice,
laced with need. His spine arches off the bed, legs spreading open
and hips rolling slowly as he tries to entice his brother. “N-Now,
God... I need you inside of me.” A soft whimper of a noise,
then, and his eyes widen just a little. “Please.”

Before the last word even passes over Edward's lips, Alphonse tugs
firmly at the zipper, pulling it down. The rough fabric of Edward's
shorts drag over his erection as Alphonse works his pants lower, the
cooler air of the room making his red, swollen cock twitch once his
pants are down off of his hips.

Without warning, Alphonse moves off of Edward and rolls him over onto
his stomach. One hand holds Edward's wrists behind his back while
the other reaches for the belt. Before Edward can even form the
words to protest, his hands are bound behind his back, palms facing
outwards so he can't use any Alchemy, should he want to try to get
away--but he doesn't want to get out of this.

Alphonse's show of aggression and power turns Edward on even more,
makes his cock ache and twitch against the mattress beneath him. He
can't help it; he starts to move his hips, grinding into the bed to
get that slight bit of friction he needs. Alphonse watches, letting
Edward move like that for a few moments before pressing on his hips
and pinning him down against the bed. Edward bites his tongue,
fighting back a whine. Pressure, but no movement... Alphonse
knows how quickly that will drive his brother mad.

Finally letting out a strained breath, Edward closes his eyes and
tries to relax. It won't be so bad, if he's not so eager, not
so desperate. He just has to stay ca--

A gasp as Edward feels a slick finger prodding at his entrance--when
did Alphonse have the time to get the oil?--and slipping inside.
Edward arches his back slightly, hips rolling and pressing out more
as he lets out a soft groan. Alphonse lets out a small, darkly
amused noise and Edward shivers, biting at his lip.

Pain as a second finger slips into Edward's tight body, then
pleasure as the burn gives way to a flash of pleasure when
Alphonse hits just the right spot inside of him, making Edward cry
out. The older boy doesn't even know or care just what words are
spilling over his lips, only caring for the pleasure searing across
his every nerve, out along his limbs, sparking over automail ports,
pooling at the base of his spine to make his hips rock with even more
need.

Edward's voice catches in a whine when it ends suddenly, his brother
pulling his fingers out of him in a slow movement; his hips twitch
once more as Alphonse's fingers drag over his prostate one last time.
Edward breathes out a groan, muscles tensing in anticipation when he
hears the rough slide of a zipper being pulled down, then wet
noise behind him. In only a few more breaths, there's a warm body
over his, pants rough against his thighs. A hand touches to his
back, pushing his shirt up to expose his lower back and the curve of
his ass.

“I hope you're ready, Brother,” Alphonse
breathes out into Edward's ear.

Before Edward can form an answer--Alphonse knows it will be a
'yes', regardless; he knows enough not to hurt his brother when they
play this game--, a cry catches in his throat at the thick heat
that presses inside of him. It only takes one smooth thrust, and
he's filled completely, panting and squirming, torn between letting
himself adjust to the intrusion and wanting Alphonse to just go on,
to give him that little spark of pain he always craves.

Alphonse watches for a moment, finally letting out a small noise of
his own as he feels Edward's body trying to relax and stretch more to
fit him. Small spasms move through Edward's muscles, tightening
around Alphonse and making his hips jerk forwards, deeper into his
brother's warmth. Edward cries out at the sudden movement,
immediately pushing back into it with a slightly pained noise.
That's all it takes for Alphonse to pull out, hitching Edward's hips
up before bucking back in hard.

“Alphonse!” comes
Edward's cry, loud and laced with both pain and need. He soaks in
the slight burning and the ache in his lower back as he starts to
move with his brother, legs spreading open wider. Alphonse's hands
trail down to Edward's thighs, rubbing for a moment before pulling
his legs open even further, until he feels resistance; more
pain for Edward to take pleasure in.

Slowly, Alphonse's eyes close and he
leans forwards, burying his face into Edward's neck. Soft, golden
hairs tickle at his face and he breathes in his brother's scent with
a low groan; the breathy sound right by Edward's ear, makes him
shudder and give a harder thrust backwards. Alphonse concentrates on
every little noise that's made--skin hitting skin; the
slick, wet sound each time he forces himself back inside of his
brother--, every little movement
and new sensation--Edward's body gradually tensing more and
more, the slow contractions of his muscles drawing Alphonse in
deeper; the way Edward squirms beneath him so wonderfully.

“Come,” Alphonse
bites out in a firm tone, knowing he can't last much longer. Edward
shudders at the command. He's already so close, but just hearing the
power and threat that
hides behind Alphonse's words drags him even faster to the edge.

Blushing, Edward grinds his hips down more now, rubbing himself
against the bed again for that little bit of friction he needs to--

“A-Alphonse!”
Edward shouts, back arching and hips snapping back to meet Alphonse's
once more, forcing the younger boy's cock right into his prostate. A
loud cry tears from his throat as he comes, trembling beneath
Alphonse, his cum spilling out to stain the sheets beneath him. Only
a few seconds alter, Edward fees Alphonse freeze above him, buried
deep, hips jerking slightly as his hot, sticky release fills him.

Groaning softly, Edward shudders,
chest heaving as he relaxes into the bed. The sex is over, so Edward
should be back to his
old self again, should be outright demanding to be untied, to have
Alphonse change the sheets and get a towel so he can clean up. But
he's so exhausted this time that he just lays there, letting Alphonse
pull out of him and start to untie his hands and move to roll him
over, letting his brother have control over him for just a while
longer.
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