Fandom: FMA
Title: Miraculous Intervention
Pairings: Elricest, one sided Roy/Ed and Jean/Al
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Incest, Angst, Non Con, Yaoi, Lemons

Author's Notes: AU, OC

Word Count: 14,055
Status: Incomplete

Disclaimer: Not mine, too bad. Not mine, so sad.

Summary: And if Jack, Ed's boyfriend, bore a striking resemblance to Al, well, that was just a coincidence, right?

Miraculous Intervention

Chapter 1

Ed was unhappy. Life should have been wonderful but wasn't. He'd restored his little brother's body, they lived in a nice little house in Central, and he'd found himself a guy to help take his mind off how beautiful Al was. After everything he'd done to his brother, making him his lover would probably be the last straw. He was sure that if his brother ever found out how Ed felt about him, he would hate him. Ed couldn't bear that. And if Jack, Ed's boyfriend, bore a striking resemblance to Al, well, that was just a coincidence, right?

So why wasn't everything the way it was supposed to be? Why wasn't he happy? Just because any resemblance to Al was only skin deep, for Jack was selfish, sometimes violent, often cruel, and always heartless, well, that's what Ed deserved for wanting to take his own little brother to bed. But… what really bothered Ed was Al. His brother had become pale, withdrawn, eyes shadowed, and he was easily spooked. And he wouldn't look Ed in the eye anymore. Ed was becoming really worried.

So here he was, unable to concentrate on his work, because all he could think about was Al's unhappiness. It made his own seem petty.

"Fullmetal. You've been staring at that paper for over half an hour. What's wrong?" Mustang sounded sympathetic. Since Ed had returned to the military and took a desk job, Mustang was a nicer person. So Ed found himself pouring his heart out to the older man.

"If you think Al's sick, you should go home. He might need to see a doctor. Take the rest of the day off. I'll get someone from the pool to finish up."

Gratefully, Ed did so, throwing his coat on with unseemly haste. Mustang was right. Maybe Al did need to see a doctor. He'd been neglecting his little brother because of his own discontent. Some big brother he had turned out to be.

He let himself into the house quietly, just in case Al was sleeping. The house was dark, and for the first time, he noticed that it was dirty. Al was always such a tidy soul; this was just another indication that his brother was sick. Then, he heard the sound of Al crying, and it lanced right through his heart. His brother was crying in such a low, weary, choking way. Heartbreaking. Ed put his hand on the knob, and froze in shock and horror.

"Shut up," Jack was snarling on the other side of the door. "You make me sick with all your sniveling and whining. You should be grateful I'm even giving you any attention. Skinny, ugly… why, you should be thanking me, you little snot."

"Leave me alone," Ed just barely heard Al's whisper, broken and faint.

"Fuck no. I've never felt such pleasure before. Just shut up and open your legs. Dammit, you little fuck, stop fighting me. Uhhhhh… damn, that's good. You're so fucking tight." Jack's voice paused long enough for Al's whimpering to be heard. "I said shut the fuck up! Don't make me tell Ed that his little brother is so sick in the head he wants to fuck him. That's disgusting, Al. You wanting to fuck your own brother. Sick. You know he'll hate you. You know he'll just walk away, sick and disgusted. Then you'll be all alone. Hey! Maybe I should tell him. And once you see how much he hates you, how quick he tries to get away from you, you'll realize what a favor I'm doing by fucking you."

That apparently roused Al. "I hate you!" His voice was thick with loathing.

There was the meaty sound of a heavy hand striking flesh, and Al cried out in pain.

Ed had been completely rooted to the spot, stupefied, unable to process what he was hearing, stunned by the venom and cruelty in his boyfriends voice… and it was directed at Al! But when he heard Jack strike Al, his paralysis broke and he suddenly realized exactly what was going on in his bedroom. Even as his hands slammed together, he heard Jack hit Al again, and then again…

The door completely vaporized, so great was Ed's rage. Inside, Al was lying on Ed's bed, naked, on his back with legs spread and bent, quivering with tension, with an equally naked Jack straddling him, jerking hips fused to the boy's rear. Al's torso was twisted to the side, arms over his head, trying to protect his face, his beautiful face, from the open handed blows Jack was raining blindly over his young body. Even as he ran into the room, he heard Al whisper forlornly, "Niisan…" and his heart shattered to think of how many times Al must have taken Jack's abuse and longed for his brother's aid.

"You fucking bastard… I'll kill you!" There was another flash and the hiss of metal sliding against metal.

Jack looked up, the shock and horror on his face almost comical. All the man had time for was a short gasp to see the Fullmetal Alchemist, enraged, bearing down on him with armblade extended. A second later, Jack's head was bouncing across the room, and his headless corpse slid to the side, and off his brother.

Then Ed was gently taking Al's hands in his own, armblade retracted, and slowly lowering his arms. "Al… Al… It's me. It's Ed. You're safe… he'll never hurt you again." As Al's arms came down, Ed was horrified to see bruises all over his brother's body; the imprints of cruel fingers on his arms and legs, rope burns on his wrists and ankles, and bite marks over his chest and thighs. Ed knelt beside his brother, and saw the ruin of that beautiful young body, saw the small blood stain below his rear, and burst into harsh sobs. How could he have not seen what was happening? How could he have not known?

"Oh… Niisan…" and to Ed's shock, Al cowered away from him. "Don't… look at me… Please… Niisan… let me get dressed…"

"Al…" he gasped, drawing his hands back. "I would never hurt you. I love you!"

"I know… I just… I just don't want you to see me like this…" Then Al looked into his face, shock dawning. "How… long? How much did you hear?"

"Everything," Ed's voice was grim. "That fucking bastard. I wish I could kill him all over again!"

Al suddenly turned green and looked as if he was about to be sick. "Don't hate me…."

"Hate you?" Ed laughed wildly, "I could never, ever hate you, Al. Never!"

"But… I'm sick, disgusting. Jack was right. It's wrong to be in love with your own brother. Wrong to want him to touch you like a lover." Al burst into terrified sobs. "I'm sorry! I never meant…"

Ed's heart twisted. He'd been so upset, he'd completely not taken in what Jack had said about Al wanting him. If… if he hadn't been so worried about AL finding out he felt the same way, Jack would never have come into their life, never abused Al, never…. Oh god… Al… had been raped. Repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, Al," Ed wept. "I'm so sorry…."

Al was so surprised, he stopped cowering. "You didn't do anything wrong, Niisan. It's my problem, not yours. My sickness."

"NO!" Even Ed was startled by his shout. "You don't understand! I took Jack as my boyfriend because he reminds me of you! Because after all I've already done to you, making you my lover would be the last straw. I wanted you so bad, I found someone that looked like you. God… And he hurt you. He raped you. Oh god, Al, I'm sorry…."

"You… love me? Like that?" Al squeaked.

Ed looked down with swollen wet eyes. "Yes. I was afraid to tell you. Afraid to hurt you. Afraid you would finally have enough of my shit and leave me."

Al lunged forward so fast and hard that Ed completely fell off the bed and onto the rug, his brother on top of him, his mouth fused to his, tongue probing urgently. Ed gasped and Al's tongue was suddenly in his mouth, hot and eager, Al's naked body squirming on his. Ed moaned low in the back of his throat. Al tasted so damn good! Even better than any of his wildest fantasies. Then he tasted blood faintly, and remembered Al's split lip from one of Jack's blows. He pushed Al away quickly, but gently.

"Niisan?" Al looked down at him, eyes glazed with pleasure, eyes that began to clear and take on the sheen of fearful tears. "You don't want me anymore? Because of what Jack did?"

Ed leaned up and tenderly kissed Al's lips. "Oh, I want you. God, how I want you. But first I have to take care of you. He hurt you." Ed's fury began to boil. "That fucking bastard hurt you!" He stood up quickly, picked up his brother in his arms and, stepping over Jack's body, carried him out of his room into Al's. The knowledge that Jack had been raping his little brother in his own bed made him feel sick. He tenderly laid Al onto his bed and stroked that slim beautiful body with a wet rag, cleaning the blood off his body, carefully and tearfully cleansing the evidence of rape as well, gently tracing each bruise and welt as he cried softly.

"Niisan…" Al said softly, reaching up to wipe away his tears. "Don't cry. If you love me, I'm more than content. Love me, Ed. Make me better. Make me forget the memory of his touch with the reality of yours."

Ed took off his clothes and lay next to Al, touching him gently. "Tell me if I hurt you," he said softly, leaning over his little brother and fusing their mouths together. Though Jack had his filthy hands all over Al, Ed removed that touch with his own, stroking Al's sides and legs, caressing his young and painfully erect cock tenderly, kissing his mouth lovingly. Then he bent his head, took Al into his mouth, and suckled him gently. Al gave a sharp cry and came suddenly, flooding Ed's mouth with semen. Dimly, Ed wondered that Jack's seed was so bitter, and Al's so sweet as he drank deeply, nursing softly to get every delicious drop, as Al writhed in ecstasy below him.

"I love you, Al. Your mine now, and no one will ever hurt you again, I promise."

"Niisan…" Al said sleepily, eyes closing of their own accord. "Love you… always yours…" And then he was gone. Ed stood slowly, crying quietly as he gently covered his brother's bruised body with the blanket. Then he got dressed and went to the phone.