Some Elricest for y'all. I haven't posted anything on here for a while. I've been on DeciantArt. www.deadsoulmate. if you're interested... I got the inspiration for this story from a dress up game on there as well.

By the way, I would be one happy bunny if I owned FMA, but I don't.

There were many things that I liked about my brother: his determination, how he genuinely cared, the way he'd look after me when I wasn't feeling so good, and the thing we'd just done. I know that people disagree with the way we are together, but it can't be helped. We love each other in more ways than one, and it felt completely right. There was something wrong with it, but I had stopped caring.

It was times like these that I cherished the most, after our favourite taboo, when we would lie in each other's arms, watching the other fall to sleep. Nii-san looked so innocent when he slept, away from this world with its pointless troubles. He didn't have to think about anything that gave him grief, he couldn't feel any pain, and he didn't have to hide anything.

I sometimes wondered what he dreamed about when in this peaceful state. Sometimes it was obvious; his lips would contort into a smile, and my moaned name would escape them, but other times he frowned in evident discomfort, occasionally letting a tear slip from his eye. I didn't talk to him about these dreams; I felt that they were something private that he wanted to keep to himself.

That was something else I liked about Nii-san: he had me all to himself, and therefore I had him all to myself. I liked to remind him about that. I wanted to make sure that he knew that he was mine (even though I felt overly possessive saying that).

I pulled myself out of his loving grip, shivering as his cold arm made contact with my skin.

"Aha," I murmured triumphantly, finding the pen that I was looking for.

Instead of writing all over him as you might expect, I seized his earlier discarded underwear and left him a special message, on the inside and out, just so he wouldn't forget. I smiled nervously, feeling oddly satisfied. Climbing back into bed with him, I shook as he pulled me into his arms, nuzzling his head into my neck.

"Where've you been, Al?"

"I've been here the whole time, brother. Just like always."

I felt him smile against my neck.

"Yeah. Love you, Al."

"I love you too, brother."

I don't know how long I lay awake and basked in his warmth, but when I next opened my eyes, he wasn't lying next to me. I saw him standing up, still without clothes, holding up a certain undergarment and smiling in amusement.

"'Al was here,' eh? Heh, in my pants..."

I smiled and closed my eyes again, lips parting in a grin as Ed shook me slightly. Deep down, I knew that he wouldn't forget how special we were to each other, and just how much that meant.

Lovely, eh? Don't hesitate to tell me what you thought.