Let Go

Title: Let Go
Rating:
Hard-R for squick and kink? No sex in here, though.
Type:
Yaoi
Pairings: Elricest
Warnings:
Omorashi (desperation/wetting), humiliation.

A/N:
Written
for a prompt over at FMAkinky on LiveJournal.

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Alphonse
bit down hard on his lip, trying to sneak out of bed as quietly as
possible. Just inches away from him was Edward, still sleeping
soundly, peacefully, not a care in the world. That is, unless Al
woke him up. But poor Alphonse was trying his best to keep one hand
pressed between his legs while he inched forward off the edge of the
bed while not jiggling the mattress too much and not making it squeak
and--

“Damnit,”
he squeaked out in a tiny voice, having to pause and catch his
breath, glancing over his shoulder when he heard his brother roll
over.

Even
if Ed was asleep and couldn't see him, it was still humiliating. Al
should have woken up sooner, and not just
on the verge of wetting the bed. Wouldn't that
have been wonderful to wake up to, wet sheets between him and his
brother--his brother and
his partner. His cheeks flushed darker at the thought and he pushed
the imagined horrors out of his mind, finally getting to his feet and
groaning as the ache in his bladder grew worse.

Alphonse
mentally cursed gravity; what good was it for? Keeping him on the
ground, maybe.
Stopping their belongings from floating off at any given moment,
probably. Making the
slow shuffle across his bedroom floor any easier, most
definitely not.

Once
Al was out of the bedroom, he heaved a quiet sigh and pulled the door
partway shut. Hopefully any noises wouldn't bother Edward now, he
was generally a heavy sleeper. He just had to make it down the
hallway and he'd be fine. The bathroom was right there. Right
there.

But taking that first proper step rather than continuing to shuffle
and hobble like he'd been doing before was definitely a mistake.
Al's muscles contracted and he squeaked, hunched over slightly in
pain.

“No,
no!”
he hissed, panting.

After
a few deep breaths, Al was sure that he had control of himself. A
firmer press against his pajama pants reassured him that he hadn't
leaked at all--thank
God, he'd never forgive himself--,
but the pain was still there, the urge hadn't lessened at all.

So,
he couldn't walk fast, he had to limp a bit. That was alright, the
bathroom was still right
there.
It wasn't like he had miles to go, he could reach the door in just a
few steps and he'd be--

Alphonse froze, feeling two arms--one felt so cold through his shirt,
metallic--wrap slowly around his chest in a loose hug.

“You okay, Al?” Ed mumbled, his voice soft and still
holding traces of sleep. “Not like you to be up so late.”

Al chewed his bottom lip and swallowed down a whine.

“I-I'm fine, Brother,” he said.

“Why're you up?” Edward asked.

He started to nuzzle the back of Al's neck, rubbing against the soft,
short hairs there. It tickled the younger blond, making a shiver run
up his spine. He clenched his jaw and had to tense his body and hold
his muscles tighter. When Ed felt his brother stiffen, he quirked a
brow, starting to take more notice of his movements and reactions.

“A-Ah...” Alphonse started, his voice suddenly dropping
to a barely audible volume. The distant ticking of the clock out in
the kitchen could be heard louder than Al's nervous whispering. “I-I
have to... If you could let go of me...” he murmured, nodding
toward the bathroom door, rather than outright saying it.

Edward's eyes flickered lazily up to where Al nodded. Then he saw
Al's slow fidgeting, took into account his tense muscles. And a
slow, wicked grin spread over his lips.

It
had been ages since he'd had any real
fun with his little brother.

“How
badly?” Edward asked in a calm voice. His hands slipped down
Al's chest to rest over his stomach. He barely suppressed a shiver
when he felt the edge of Alphonse's swollen bladder there, even
without applying any pressure. That itself was answer enough to his
question, but he wanted to hear
it from his brother's lips, he needed to hear the trembling, shamed
words.

“B-Brother,
please,” the younger said, his voice hardly a whisper. He knew
that tone behind Ed's voice, he recognized it from when they were
younger. Nothing good
or fun
had ever happened to him when Ed got like that...

“Does
it hurt?”

Edward
wasn't going to make this easy...

Could
he pull away, move Ed's hands and break free without losing his
concentration? Or would he end up wetting himself in the process?
Al breathed out a quiet noise and reached down. Gentle tugs on his
brother's automail proved useless; Edward had a firm, but gentle hold
around his abdomen.

“It's
nearly morning, Al,” Ed continued. Alphonse could hear
the smirk behind his words. “And you went to bed so early last
night. You must be so...
close...”
he whispered the last words into Al's ear, making his brother tremble
and whine, nearly losing it right then and there. It would feel so
amazing, the relief, but he couldn't,
especially not with Edward right behind him.

“E-Ed,
Edward... Please, just let me... Right
there,”
Alphonse said, his eyes locked on the bathroom door. His voice was a
little louder this time, but no less weak or strained.

For
a moment, it seemed as if Edward was pulling his hands away from
Alphonse. But then he slid them down a bit further and pushed down
on his belly, just a little. Al cried out and pressed both hands
into his groin, grabbing at his cock through his pants and trying to
fight back the inevitable. Tears dotted the corners of his eyes and
his cheeks flushed red in humiliation, but he'd managed to avoid any
damage but the smallest of leaks, just a few small droplets.

“Please,
don't!” he panted, pulling his legs tighter together, anything
to help now.

Ed's
fingers rubbed slow circles over Alphonse's body, threatening to bear
down and cause more pain and distress at any moment. It was bad
enough to make the younger blond's bladder ache and spasm randomly,
his body in fear of what it knew was coming again soon. The fact
that he could see the bathroom, could see
the toilet
through a crack in the open door was only adding to Al's pain and
desperation. It was maddening.

“I
wonder,” Edward whispered, “if I move your hand away,
will it all just come out?”

That
made Al groan. He grasped himself tighter and tried to stave off
another leak, but it was no use. This time, it made it through the
fabric of his pajama pants, though just barely. There was the
smallest of damp spots after he cut off the flow, panting and shaking
from the effort, and he looked nothing short of horrified.

“I
bet you wouldn't even make it to the bathroom if I let go of you
now,” Edward taunted, resting his chin on Al's shoulder and
gazing down the hallway. His flesh hand slipped down, idly rubbing
over the wet spot on Al's pants and making the poor boy clench up
even more. “Look how far that is. You're barely standing
under your own weight now, you'll never make it, little brother.”

“N-No,
I will,
just let me go!”
Alphonse shouted, actually trying force his way out of Ed's arms now.

After
one more slow, lingering press on his brother's stomach, the elder
Elric dropped his arms to his sides and simply watched. Alphonse was
still for a moment, then let out a soft breath of a whimper, relieved
that he was free. There might have been a 'Thank you' somewhere in
there, but it was hard to tell.

Al
was still leaking slowly, small spurts with each cautious step that
he took--he'd been dripping and leaking since he'd first lost control
and that wet patch had formed on his clothing--and he was getting
closer and closer to... he didn't even want to think
about it.
Just a few more steps... He'd be alright. Even if the ache and
spasms were getting worse, he'd be fine.

Suddenly,
Alphonse's eyes opened wide and he fell to his knees, both hands
still jammed in between his legs. Hissing breaths were forced into
his lungs through gritted teeth, his whole body shook visibly with
the force of him holding back from letting go. Finally, a whimper
slipped past his lips and the dark patch on his pajamas grew darker,
slowly at first, but then quicker. Al's face was a mix of shame and
relief, but mostly the latter. Nothing could taint the almost
orgasmic feeling that washed over him when it finally got to be too
much and his muscles gave out, letting everything just flow out.

Moments
later--Minutes? Seconds? He had no idea how much time had
passed.--, Alphonse was left absolutely soaked and sitting atop an
embarrassingly large puddle that spread out under and around him on
the hardwood floor of their hallway. Edward was leaning against one
of the walls, grinning and just looking down at him, clearly aroused
by what he'd just seen.

With
a blush on his cheeks, Al glanced over his shoulder at his brother.
He was going to get back at him for that; in bed.