Description: A collection of Al, Hei, and Ed based scenes.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist does not belong to me... Evil world as it is.
Author Note: Shonen Ai. HeiXAl, EdXHeiXAl, EdXAl Contains violence. Lime and lemon present. You can tell it's summer eh? (as long as you don't look out the window) Stares at the 'eh' "OMG! We do say it!"
My Secret Shame
Al walked down the poorly lit street as dusk descended into night.
Things hadn't turned out as he thought they would.
He had thought he and his brother would come through the gate and continue their journeying. Find the uranium bomb and save the world.
After all, Ed always said that this was their world now. Al could tell he didn't really believe that.
They came through the gate and Al found himself in a completely new world.
Most disconcerting was his double. Laying on the cold stone floor, blood pooling about him.
The blond German had lived. The doctors proclaimed it a miracle.
The other Alphonse (who they had taken to calling Heiderich) hadn't exactly acted warmly towards him.
He never said more then a few words to Al and he had even caught some dirty looks aimed his way.
Eventually things softened to simple avoidance.
Until today that is. Today it finally all came out.
Ed had gone to work and Al was trying to coax Heiderich into a conversation.
Heiderich had set the book he was reading down with a loud thud and glared at him.
"I thought I made it clear I didn't want to talk to you."
"Why? What did I do?"
Heiderich stood to put the book back. "I thought Ed was my friend but as it turned out the only reason he wanted to be around me was that I reminded him of you. He said you were dead by the way. Obviously you're not. He could never stop talking about you and his world. Like nothing on this side mattered."
"That's not my fault!"
"Whenever he looked at me he was seeing you. Two years he spent here, two years I've had to live in your shadow."
"But brother admitted that we weren't really the same."
"Yah, once he got the real thing back the copy didn't measure up."
"That's not what he meant! Just because you don't like how he treated you doesn't mean you have to act like a jerk!"
"Get out!"
Al ducked the book that was thrown at his head and fled. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.
And here he was, afraid to return and with nowhere else to go.
A hand grabbed his arm and swung him into the wall.
He hadn't been paying attention, he should have heard the man long before he got close enough to touch him.
"What are you doing out so late little boy?" The man sneered, he was obviously drunk.
Al tried to make a run for it but the drunk swung him around and backhanded him. He thought you were supposed to get weaker when you drank but this man seemed unnaturally strong.
Al found himself on his knees, the world spun. The drunk pushed him back with his foot, holding him in place.
Al struggled when the foot was lifted and the man straddle him.
"Let me go!"
"I might, later."
He hit him again and Al went limp..
"That's better."
The hand snaked up his shirt. "You're soft, I haven't had anything this good in a while."
He held Al's face steady as he kissed him. Alphonse wanted to be sick.
"Hey!"
Al heard footsteps pounding against the ground.
He recognized the voice, it was Heiderich.
The drunk froze then ran.
Heiderich didn't pursue the drunk, instead he fell to his knees beside Al.
Strong hands cup his face. "Al? Can you talk?"
Al shook his head, shutting his eyes against the dizziness.
When Al awoke darkness had fully descended and his head hurt, but not badly.
He gingerly sat up and decided that he was well enough. He was in bed, he must have blacked out.
Heiderich was in the other room. Al stayed quiet. He didn't know what to say, the last words that had passed between them before leaving the house were still fresh in his mind.
"Come sit down." Heiderich didn't sound mad so he did.
The blond ran his finger tips down Al's face.
He unconsciously leaned into the touch. Craving any sign of affection. Or at least a sign that he wasn't hated.
"You're not hurt are you?"
"No." The words were nearly a whisper.
He closed his eyes. Heiderich's hand was still there, caressing.
Heiderich traced Al's mouth with his thumb, watching as the lips parted.
He bent his head, brushing his lips against Al's in a feather soft kiss.
Al made a quiet noise and Heiderich kissed him again, this time longer.
"You taste good." Heiderich murmured.
Al ran his hands over Heiderich's neck and back and they hungrily met again, unable to get enough.
They found themselves in Al's bedroom, Heiderich had the presence of mind to lock the door before pushing Al on the bed.
He did what he could to prepare Al. "It's going to hurt."
"I don't care."
They made love heatedly.
Afterwards Al curled up against him.
He placed a sleepy kiss against Heiderich's shoulder.
Heiderich was deep in thought.
"I'm sorry." He finally said. "What I said earlier, that was how I felt before I met you, before I got to know you..."
"Why did you say it then?" Alphonse looked curious, not condemning as he had feared.
"I didn't want to admit how I felt. That I liked my friends little brother more then I should. Especially when everyone expects us to be the same, keeps saying we're the same person."
"But we-"
"I know, but I couldn't help but factor it in when I thought about it. I hated myself for thinking that way, I thought that you would be disgusted..." He sighed.
Al leaned over and ardently explored Heiderich's mouth. "You thought wrong then."
He smiled at Al. "I guess I did. But how can you feel the same after how I treated you?"
Al blinked and Heiderich could tell he hadn't even thought of that.
"I don't know. I just do."
He fondly watched Al propped up on his elbow trying to think about why he wasn't mad at him, a cute expression on his face.
Heiderich placed his hands on Al's hips and pulled him on top of him. "What do you know then?" A warm tranquil feeling had descended over him.
"I know I love you."
Heiderich's hands roamed Al's back. "I love you too." And he meant it.
A/N: And there's the first one. I decided to give them each a chapter on their own.