Title: Waking up
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Ed x Alfons x Al OT3
Rating: PG-13 to R maybe.
Genre: Introspective fluff
Note: For deathspie XD
Summary: Alfons wasn't exactly sure what to make of all this.
Alfons wasn't exactly sure what to make of all this. Between the warm bodies keeping him glued to his spot and his current, quite living physical state…he wasn't sure whether or not to jump up and down with glee or just curl into a ball and wallow in disbelief.
He did the next best thing.
He stared dumbly at the ceiling.
Did last night really happen? Had Edward and Alphonse really, really really pin the poor man down and, for all intents and purposes, have their damned way with him while he pretty much let them?
His ass still hurt.
So yeah.
That probably was true.
Alphonse had even thought to pull out some fragrant oil, too, to use as lubricant. Lavender…as if that would calm him down while he was shivering and shaking with both anticipation and fear as Edward had decided to go first, easing slowly into him in a way that was almost not Edward at all.
First.
That's right.
He had taken Alphonse too, hadn't he?
'Taken'.
That didn't sound right, maybe.
Received? Did that sound right?
He had never had sex, much less with a man before. He knew that it would eventually lead to this…that their strange, twisted, yet altogether sweet love affair would lead to something a bit more than handholding, kissing in the kitchen, and the occasional hushed handjob. Edward and Alphonse were obviously experienced…as brothers, they experimented no doubt, and they were much more than brothers as their kisses and embraces were far from chaste or 'brotherly'.
But maybe …
Maybe he could have been…
Eased…perhaps?
Or at least shown how it was done.
Oh, he knew how it was done, of course. He wasn't stupid; Tab A went into Slot B, the most basic engineering problem in the book. But he didn't think that it would go there and that it would feel good to actually put it there.
And he also didn't know that you needed oil…but that made sense. A woman's part lubricated itself, but a man…
God, his ass hurt. No matter how gentle those two were, and no matter how good they were to him, it still hurt like a bitch and he was sure that he wasn't going to be able to sit down properly that day.
In fact, lying down and staring at the ceiling sounded like the perfect plan for him.
Yeah.
That was it.
Edward and Alphonse started to stir—two Elric heads nuzzled his bare chest, like kittens asking for a cup of milk, maybe. Edward's gold and Alphonse's light brown sparkled in the sunlight from the nearby window…it looked like Alfons was covered in butter and cream rather than a pair of incestuous and polyamorous brothers.
A pair of brothers that he loved dearly…though admittedly, Edward had a bit more of an edge than Alphonse.
Come to think of it…didn't he have this feeling the first night they even shared a room? When the three ended up sharing those awkward, sloppy kisses in the dark despite Al's (half-hearted) pleas to let him sleep?
Yeah.
He knew it was familiar.
…But still…
How did it all come to this again?
Man, his ass hurt.