A/N: I have been plotting/writing this for quite a while now. My friend wanted to start writing somehting like this, so I started it for her a while back. I actually have a lot written out am now starting to type it, so I thought I would post it here. With what I have currently written and what I am plotting still, it will be by far my longest fic yet, Since I do have a lot written already I hope that I will be able to update rather frequently, but no guarantees! ^_^ As always comments and reviews are most welcome.

Pairings: EdxAl (Yes, that means incest. If you do not like this then I am sorry and I recommend that you do not read this.)

EdxWinry (Mainly one-sided)

RoyxRiza

Warnings: I think this should be obvious but.... Just so that I cover all of my bases... warnings entail incest & yaoi.

Disclaimer: Guess what?! I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist! I bet you would have never guessed that... It's probably better that I don't... I do however own a LOT of FMA merchandise.

Random Note...: I find it odd that I end up writing so many shonen-ai/yaoi fics when I am primarily a yuri fan! O.O (I recently made this deiscovery) I think it is mainly because that many of my friends (Past and Present) are yaoi fans and they want me to wrtie about their fav characters. Don't worry though, I really have come to love this pariring, so no lynching the poor yuri fan! Yes, I mean all of you, you yaoi fan girls!

All I Ever Wanted

Thunder sounded throughout the large empty office as a paper airplane crashed into the wall. Mostly everyone was already gone for the day but unfortunately for him, the newly promoted General Roy Mustang had a slave driver for an assistant who seemed to delight in tormenting him with paperwork. However, he could not make himself focus on any of it, so he found that the only way to make the giant stack of papers shrink was to fold them into airplanes and send them soaring across the room. He knew this would not satisfy Lt. Hawkeye, though when she returned to check on his progress, and actually just anger her. He thought that maybe he could sweet talk her into letting him go home since it was already so late and the storm outside was just getting worse… but then, he doubted it would work; she was very stubborn.

Then the door to his office opened and the lieutenant herself appeared.

Well, speak of the devil… Mustang thought with a smile playing across his lips.

"General!" Mustang jumped slightly. He had known Riza Hawkeye for a very long time, long enough to be able to detect something in her voice that told him that something was not right. And he was pretty sure it was more than him not doing his paperwork.

"What is it?" Mustang asked concern lacing his deep voice.

"Sir, it's… there was an explosion or… reaction of some kind…"

Mustang's eyes lit up in surprise.

"Reaction… what kind of reaction? What are you talking about? Where?"

"An alchemical reaction… Sir, it's the Elric brothers..." Her voice trailed off.

"What?!" Mustang lunged from his chair, grabbed his coat, and ran out of the door.

Damn it, what have those two done now?

"Al…?" Everything was quiet now, really quiet. There was nothing but total darkness, a painful searing sensation in his head and the silence surrounding the young boy. He had thought he heard his name being called, but he wasn't sure… it could always be some sort of hallucination.

"Al… Alphonse…" There it was again; his name.

That voice…

"Nii-san…?" Trying to open his eyes, Al felt even more pain shoot through his head, but was then rewarded by the blurry sight of his brother's worried face. "Nii-san…" Al said again managing a small smile.

"Al! Are you ok? Are you hurt? Say something!" Edward said in a panicked voice. Edward's frantic cries sent more pain through Al's head causing him to wince. Al raised one of his arms, which seemed to have taken more effort than it should have, to his head, closing his eyes again.

"Al, please… are you in any pain?" His voice was softer this time. Ed reached out his flesh hand and gently touched Al's cheek. Feeling his hand on his cheek, Al opened his eyes once more and placed his own hand over his brother's.

"Nii-san… I… I…" Al stopped when he saw his hand with Edward's. What should have been a gloved metal hand connected to an empty suit of armor was living flesh. Then he realized the significance of the pain in his head and the simple touch of Edward's hand on his cheek. He could feel.

"Nii-san… how…?" Before he could even finish asking his question however, the newfound breath in his lungs caught in his throat and he suddenly couldn't get the air he needed. It had been so long that his body was having trouble remembering how to breathe. His body was overrun with senses and pain that he couldn't tell what was happening to him. It was like a sudden rush that was literally taking away his breath and essentially the very ability to breathe. Trying to get the air back in his lungs his mind became flooded with images.

He saw that night so long ago, the one that started their doomed quest in the first place… the night when they tried to bring back their mother.

Mother! He could hear his younger-self scream, desperately wishing for her to return, but he and Edward could not bring her back; you cannot bring back the dead. Instead, they almost lost each other too.

The images then shifted to all of those lonely nights in the armor when he could not sleep… Images flashed by from the first night when he realized the nature of his new body and how it simply would not permit him to rest. Then when Edward decided to have the auto-mail surgery, he sat in the hall, just outside the door, listening to his brother's screams, unable to do anything about it; unable to help him. He saw the homunculi and scar, all of the horrible fights with them, every time that he and his brother almost died, he saw them all.

Why…? Al thought desperately trying to push the images from his mind. Why have we had to endure so much pain? Edward, why? Tears started streaming down his face and before he knew what was going on he could feel strong arms encircle him. As darkness tried to overcome him, Al clung to those strong arms, his brother's arms, and he fought desperately to breathe.

Something was wrong… did he not do the transmutation right? Had he made a mistake somewhere? He would never forgive himself if something happened to Al.

"Come on Al! Breathe damn it! Don't do this!" Ed pulled Al to him. "I swear Al, if you die…!" Ed couldn't finish his sentence aloud; he just couldn't stand the thought of losing Al.

If you die Alphonse… then so would I…

Tears began to fall from Ed's eyes as he watched his brother struggle for air.

He can't breathe… I have to do something!

"Hang on Al…" Laying Al on the cold, hard stone floor, Ed leaned over him and covered his mouth with his own, breathing air into his brother's newly restored lungs. Pulling back, he then looked for any signs from his brother that would tell him if he was going to be ok. There were none. Cursing, Edward tried again. This time, Al inhaled deeply, sucking in the air that Edward offered from his own lungs. Al's breaths came in short, ragged gasps as his eyes slowly fluttered open again, the darkness dissipating from his head.

"Al…" Ed whispered his name softly. He was so close that Al could feel his warm, life-saving breath wash over him, and feel the tears falling from his eyes. He reached out his arms, which were shaky and felt heavy, and put them around his brother's neck. Al looked deeply into his brother's golden eyes. It was hard for Al to think and form any form of coherent thought as his mind was still feeling foggy from the horrible images of the past he had shared with his brother.

Finally he said the only thing that would form in his mind clearly; "Nii-san… thank you…" Since they were already so close, it didn't take much really to close the remaining gap between them. Neither was really sure who it was that moved that fraction of an inch, but before either one could realize the consequences of their actions, their lips met. Startled, Ed let out a small gasp, trying to pull back slightly. Al however, was overwhelmed by his newly restored senses and was not ready to give up the close contact. He instead, pulled him further down, as close to him as he could. Craving this new sensation, he took advantage of Ed's surprise and he slipped his tongue through Ed's barely parted lips. At first Ed was too surprised by what was happening to move, he was paralyzed, but then he slowly started kissing Al back.

What am I doing?! The rational part of Ed's brain screamed, but still he was unable get the rest of his brain to form enough of a thought to stop. He tried to no avail to stop, but although that part of his mind may have been telling him to stop, he found that his body was not cooperating with him at all. No… I need to stop this… he… he's my brother! Ed's brain cried out. Finally the two parted out of the necessity to breathe. Both stared into each other's eyes and attempted to process what had just happened. Their thoughts however, were interrupted by a sudden familiar, yet currently unwelcome, voice.

"Fullmetal!?" Roy Mustang shouted.

Ed froze as silent terror filled him. Exactly how long had Mustang been there?