The lively atmosphere of the club was contagious, and the Elric brothers were not immune. Al sat at the bar, watching his brother dance with the other people on the dance floor, completely in his element. In his opinion, Edward was a much better dancer than anyone else in the crowded mass of bodies.

"Another shot, please!" Al shouted as politely as he could over the music. Roy Mustang refilled his glass, and Al knocked it back, as he had been doing all night long. The raven haired bartender gave him a worried look as he cleaned off the glass counter.

"Al, I would be careful if I were you."

Al put the glass back down, the chink of glass on glass barely audible over the noise. The youngest Elric brother just grinned and said, "Don't worry. I can handle it. Besides, Brother will drive me home if things get too bad."

"Where is Edward, anyway?"

Al pointed to where Ed was currently dancing with a very pretty girl, his body pressed against hers in a highly inappropriate way, Al thought to himself. Mustang nodded. "I see him. Quite the ladies' man, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Al replied, an irrational feeling of jealousy creeping up his spine like a snake.

Why should I care? If he wants to dance with someone else, why should I stop him?

Someone else. Those two words didn't fit in Al's mind while thinking about Ed. Ed wasn't his, had never been his, and would never be his, so any thoughts of "someone else" were deemed silly and irrelevant. Al knew his infatuation with Edward was unnatural and sick, so it was best to drown his feelings in alcohol while he watched his brother have a good time.

Another five shots and a couple of songs later, the club was just a massive, blurred blob of movement for Al. Everything was slow, and his mind had a hard time determining things, but the one thing he could determine was that Edward was extremely sexy when he danced. What Al wouldn't give to press his brother's gorgeous body against the nearest wall and thrust as hard as he could into him while his brother's legs were wrapped around his waist-

Al's eyes widened and he gulped. I better get Ed to take me home before bad things happen...

He paid for the drinks (which was actually paying for a whole bottle of vodka) and waddled unsteadily over to Ed, making his way through the masses over to his sweaty, panting brother. Just the mere sight of Ed flushed and exhausted made Al's cock stir, but he fought his thoughts the way a mouse fights getting eaten by a lion; the fight itself was noble, but proved to be in vain.

Ed had his back to Al, so he tapped Ed on the back, making the older man jump a little and turn around. "Oh, hey, Al! Having fun?" His enthusiastic grin faded when he saw his brother's extremely drunk state.

"Need ta go home, Ed... Drank t'much..."

Ed shook his head and grabbed Al's hand. "Come on, Al, let's get you home."

As the brothers maneuvered through the throngs of people, Al's insides were fluttering pleasantly from just the small amount of brotherly contact he was receiving. His body craved more, much more, and Al had to constantly remind himself that Edward couldn't give him what he wanted, what his body craved desperately. Eventually, they made their way out of the noisy club, the cool night air a welcome change compared to the stuffy atmosphere in the building they just exited. They got into the car and drove home, Al avoiding making eye contact with Ed as much as possible.

It was so late that there were almost no lights on in the other apartments' windows, except for the one that Ed had left on. Ed led the way up the stairs, keeping a firm grip on Al's hand once again. Every so often, Al would have to stop and catch his breath, or fight another wave of intense arousal. He just wished they could hurry up and get to the apartment so he could go to his room and jerk off to his highly indecent thoughts of Edward before he quite literally exploded.

At last, they reached the door. Ed fumbled for a few minutes in his pockets for the keys, muttering soft curses, Al watching him all the while. He found himself unable to peel his gaze away from the gorgeous man in front of him, and soon, a plan formed in his intoxicated mind. Letting his hormones get the better of him, he jerked the key out of Ed's hand, mumbling something about being "too damn slow" and shoved the key into the lock with gusto, unlocking it and storming inside. Ed followed cautiously, not sure what had happened to Al.

"Al? You okay? Come on, let's get you in bed."

Al stopped waking and turned on his heels quickly, and before Ed could question the look of absolute lust in Al's eyes, he was shoved against the closed door and was having his mouth devoured by his little brother. Al held nothing back, freely moaning as loud as he dared as he finally tasted his brother; there were small hints of alcohol, but nowhere near as much as Al knew he himself had on his lips. His hands ran over Ed's chest, flicking his nipples and making Ed grunt through the kiss. Ed finally managed to break free from Al's tough grip, panting heavily, golden eyes wide.

"Alphonse... What- Ah!"

Any words of protest that had formed on Ed's tongue quickly evaporated when Al's hand dove into Ed's jeans.

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The bright morning sun hit Edward straight in the face, making him crack his eyes. His heart leaped in his chest when he remembered where he was: in his bed, with Alphonse, and they were both naked. Ed did a facepalm as quietly as he could so be wouldn't wake up his slumbering brother/lover.

Shit, shit, shit! How could I let that happen!? We're brothers, for fuck's sake!

Beside him, Al snuggled closer. Ed pushed him away gently, but still ended up waking Alphonse. He yawned and scratched his head, giving Ed a sleepy smile.

"Mmm... Good morning, Brother."

That was the last straw. Hearing Al call him "Brother" after the events of the previous night made Ed's skin crawl in the most horrible of ways, but what was worse was that it mildly aroused him. He gulped, suddenly realizing how dry his throat was.

"Y-yeah... Morning..."

Al snuggled closer again and pressed a kiss to Ed's bare chest, apparently oblivious to Ed's discomfort. Ed's heart pounded in his chest, and he couldn't determine exactly why. On one hand, he was disgusted, shocked, and mentally scarred for life. But, on the other hand, last night had been the greatest sexual experience he'd ever had. He realized that a part of him had always loved Al the way his brother loved him, the sick, unnatural way. Last night just seemed to release all the feelings he had been pushing to the side for years.

Ed decided that he needed to talk to Al. They needed to understand what the previous night meant.

"Hey, Al?"

"Hmm?"

Ed sat up in bed and sighed, running his fingers through his bangs.

"Why did you do those things to me last night?" And why did I agree to do them? "It's not right, you know. We're family, blood relatives."

Al frowned a little at the question, but answered, "Because, Ed, I love you. Much more than I should."

Even though the response was not a surprise to Edward, he still searched desperately for some sort of excuse that would explain why they had done what they did, something other than the truth.

"Are you sure, Alphonse?" He asked in a weak voice. "It wasn't just the alcohol making you do and feel those things?"

Al nodded. "I.. I've felt this way for a long time. I guess last night the alcohol helped me be brave enough to... you know."

Ed made a small "mm hm" sound of understanding and took a deep breath. It was now or never. As awful a subject as it was, he needed to discuss it.

"Al, we can't be together. I hope you understand that."

The look of hurt on the younger's face was enough to make Ed's resolve crumble, but he kept a stiff upper lip. "No matter how I feel about you, we can't do this anymore. Last night never should have happened-"

"Wait. How do you feel about me, Brother?"

Damn it.

Ed closed his eyes, as if being unable to see would make it easier to reveal his dirty little secret.

"I love you too."

Even with his eyes still closed, he could tell that there were tears rolling down Al's cheeks. "B-but, why can't we be together, then? We l-love each other..."

Ed grasped Al's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "We. Are. Brothers, Alphonse! Don't you see how wrong this is!?"

Al mumbled something, but Ed didn't quite catch it. "What'd you say?"

"I said," Al started determinately, "what's one more sin in our life? We've done so many wrong things that we're going to hell anyway. Why deny ourselves this happiness after we've been through so much?"

Ed couldn't deny that his little brother had a point. But was he really willing to give up what little morals he had left?

We tired to resurrect the dead. An incestuous relationship is nothing compared to that, Ed mused. He had made his decision.

"Fine, Al. You win."

Al threw himself on top of Ed, tackling him and pinning him against the bed while he kissed him. Ed's heart fluttered pleasantly, and he kissed back passionately.

Something that feels so natural can't possibly be bad, right?

A/N: Not really sure where this one came from. Oh well. I hope you enjoyed, and review please! I may continue this if it gets enough reviews. It's all up to you guys!

~MorDuTheBronyBear