Disclaimer: I don't own any of Fullmetal Alchemist,

This takes place right after the movie, meaning Al has his body back, and Ed has his automail. They are both in London, taking care of each other. The couple is Al and Ed, so it's yaoi, kay? Here we go.

The Jacket

"It's really cold, brother!" Alphonse whined, shivering and folding his arms to produce his own heat so that he could stay warm from the stinging winter air.

"Then why didn't you bring your jacket?" Ed asked, sighing. He breathed out, creating a white puff that was at his mouth.

Alphonse was lost for words, since he didn't have any logical explanation for his jacket. He simply tilted his head downward, facing the snow covered sidewalk and trying to evade eye contact from his brother.

Edward sighed again, and then rolled his eyes. "I can't believe you, Al," he replied, rather annoyed. Ed began to unbutton his jacket and put it over the brunette. Al cocked his head to the side and glanced at him, flustered.

"What's with the look?" Ed questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, aren't you cold?" Al asked, concerned. He frowned and ran his hands over the leather sleeves, about to give the jacket back. "Besides, you have your automail, and I don't want you to get si-" his statement was cut off by his older sibling placing his index finger on his lips. Alphonse's face burned a bright red.

"First, you said you were cold, right?" he asked, trying to sum up the cause and effect. "So, I gave you the jacket."

Alphonse understood, but shook his head. "Yeah, but…"

"Second," Edward interrupted again, "My automail isn't going to affect me that much since I'm used to it, and plus, we're a few more blocks from the apartment."

Al noticed that Edward was taking a step forward, maybe to slap him, or do something to punish him. He started to back up, but ended up being cornered by the brick building behind him. Edward smirked, leaned inward to rest his head on Al's shoulder, and placed his flesh arm around his brother's waist.

"And third," he continued, his voice tickling the nape of Al's neck, "You're my little brother, and I don't want anything to happen to you."

Al swallowed from Ed's scent that was teasing his nose, it so seductive and sweet. It reminded him of sugar and cinnamon. He let out a small gasp, his face flushed with pink.

"Come on. Let's go home already," Ed said, letting go and taking Al by the hand, leading him back to the apartment.

Al didn't really need his jacket anymore; as long as Ed is there to love him, support him, and hold him in his firm arms, he couldn't ask for anything warmer.