Fandom: FMA
Title: Homecoming

Pairings: Elricest, implied future Ed/Al/Roy

Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Incest, yaoi, lemon

Author's Notes: AU

Word Count: 8,286
Status: Incomplete

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

Summary: Roy was smiling slowly, cunningly, and was excited. The Elrics would be his. Not just Ed, or Al, either of which would have pleased him, but both of them. They were his.

Homecoming

Chapter 1

Edward stepped off the train wearily, clutching his suitcase. Two months! Two damn months! He was going to kill Mustang the next time he saw him. Two whole months without Alphonse! God he missed him, so much. He was literally aching for his little brother, and very little of it was between his legs. Sex with Al was absolutely sublime, but his brother was as necessary to him as the air he breathed. He was devoutly glad that he had finally finished what he'd been sent out to do, because he really didn't think he could have lived one more day without Al.

"Niisan!"

Ed whirled, feeling dizzy when he saw Al bearing down on him at a full run, arms extended. His brother's silken locks, had they grown longer?? Fluttering in the breeze of his own passing. "Al!" There was a thump as his suitcase was dropped and forgotten and he stumbled into his brother's warm arms. "Oh, god, Al…"

Al gripped him tightly, and Ed could feel his heart beating very fast. "Oh, Niisan, I missed you so much." Was there the sound of tears in his brother's voice? Of course. How stupid Ed was. If Ed had missed Al this much, then Al had probably just about turned himself inside out missing him.

The feel of his brother's warmth, the scent of his brother's body, and the strength of his brother's arms around him quickly assuaged that ache in Ed's heart and mind. But the ache between his legs became suddenly much more fierce. "Fuck, I missed you too, Al. God, I love you. Take me home. I need you." He didn't think he was going to be able to resist kissing his brother very inappropriately in public much longer, not to mention where he wanted to put his hand. "Now."

Al gave a soft husky laugh, the sound of which only intensified his need. "Okay, Niisan. But…" Al bit his lip. Ed was right. This was not the time or place to fortify his own driving need for his brother. "Okay." Smiling, he picked up Ed's suitcase in one hand, grabbed his brother's hand with the other. "Let's go home."

Ed linked his arm with Al's, barely able to keep from clinging to him. He smiled up at Al, his eyes sparkling. It was hard to remember that just a few minutes ago, he'd felt weary unto death. Now, with Al beside him, he felt reenergized. "So what have you been up to these past two months?"

Al frowned, his brow furrowing. "Next time you want to kill General Mustang, I won't stop you. Two months! You were only supposed to be gone a week! And I thought I wouldn't last that long!" Al's voice faded away into grumbles and Ed felt better. He'd been half terrified to find that Al hadn't missed him as much as he had missed Al.

"Al! Alphonse! Wait up!" It was a woman's voice, sweet and pretty.

Dismayed, Ed stopped and looked back. The creature hurrying up to them was as sweet and pretty as the voice. And a total stranger.

"Oh, hello Darlene," Al responded, startled. "What brings you here?"

"I saw you passing into the station, and I thought I would stop by and say hi. Is this your brother? The Fullmetal Alchemist?" She spared Ed a quick smiling glance, then looked back up into Al's face.

Al smiled more freely. "Yes," he began eagerly. "This is Edward Elric, my brother." And Al looked as proud as a peacock. "Ed, this is Darlene Taylor. She works at the university like I do."

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Fullmetal sir," the woman said, sparing him a charming smile and her hand, but Ed could feel all her attention bent towards Al.

"Likewise, I'm sure," a flicker of jealousy was quickly fanned into an angry blaze, but Ed kept his own charming smile pasted onto his face, and gently shook the proffered hand. There was no way he was going to kiss it. Ew.

"Are you going to the concert tonight, Al?" Darlene slipped her hand from Ed's to lay it on Al's arm. "I know you said this morning that you weren't going, but since your brother's back, I was wondering if the two of you were going after all."

Al gave Ed an amused look, unaware of the seething fury inside his older brother's smaller body. Then he looked back at Darlene politely. "Oh, goodness, no. Ed just got back. We have so much to do and to catch up on." He linked his arm through Ed's again. "It was a pleasure seeing you again, Darlene, but we really have to go. See you tomorrow at work." And with a cheery wave, he tugged his brother away.

Ed willingly followed, but looked back feeling smug satisfaction at the forlorn look on her face.

But by the time they reached their front door, Ed's satisfaction had turned to boiling rage. Where the hell did all these women come from? They seemed drawn to Al like bees to honey. There was Charlotte at the bus stop, Anna on the bus, and Lucy and Verna on the six block walk to their house. They all seemed to live and breathe for Al's smile.

"Jeez, Al, what gives with all the girls? I didn't realize you knew so many of them." There was a fine edge to Ed's voice.

Al shrugged, unlocking the door. "I dunno, Niisan. Since you left, General Mustang's been dragging me here there and everywhere. I don't understand why they won't leave me alone. I guess the general asked them to be nice to me while you were away. It doesn't matter." The door clicked open. "You're home now, and that's all that matters." He stepped inside, tugging Ed's hand.

Feeling nettled and awkward, Ed moved inside as well, shutting the door firmly behind him.

"Niisan…" Al suddenly groaned, and seized his brother's face in the curve of his hand, lips meeting Ed's with desperation. "It's been so long."

Ed instantly forgot his pique in the wet heat of his brother's tongue, and opened his mouth eagerly, shoving his suitcase from Al's other hand, which he then placed over his thundering heart. He quickly gave himself up to Al's passion, finding himself pressed ardently against the closed door, Al's leg thrusting between his to rub his thigh firmly against Ed's growing erection. "Al…" He moaned helplessly, feeling his brother's passion feeding the burning ache in his heart and groin.

Reaching behind his body, he fumbled the lock closed, and then pushed Al onto the rug of the living room, straddling his body, lips still fused together. Al's fingers were tugging at Ed's coat, pushing it desperately off his brother's shoulders.

"Fuck this," Ed muttered, pushing up and letting go long enough to clap his hands and transmute both their clothing to a mix of bright colors slithering off their bodies. "Yes, much better." He claimed Al's mouth again as he squirmed himself into position on his brother's rampant cock. Usually, Ed preferred to take Al, but today, after those women with their predatory gleaming eyes on his brother, he yearned to feel Al's hard heat driving into him.

"N… Niisan…" Al gasped, "let me get the lube…"

"Fuck the lube," Ed groaned, forcing himself onto Al's hard spike. "I need you NOW, sweetheart." Then he gave a groan of pain and pleasure commingled as Al slid into his body to the hilt. "God, YES!" It burned like fire, but god, the satisfaction far outweighed the pain. And when Al growled, rolling him onto his back, he gave a sharp cry of pleasure. There was nothing like the feel of Al moving hard and deep in his body, slithering in and out, and knowing it was Al doing this to him was exquisite. Al took him fast and hard, the way he liked it, and within moments he was coming, eyes glazed as he stared up at his younger brother's face moving over him, hands clutching Al's tense body, fingers digging into his velvety back. His hips bucked violently as he spilled his seed all over Al's belly and chest. "AL!" He wailed in ecstasy.

Al gave a sharp whimper, shoved hard and deep one last time, and Ed squirmed with a smaller but still shivering orgasm to feel liquid fire filling his body as Al came hotly, crying Niisan at the top of his lungs. Al collapsed limply on his body, pushing softly and erratically against him in residual pleasure. "Oh… my… god…." He panted harshly, his shuddering breath filling Ed's ears like fine music. Then he shook his head, and slowly and gently pulled free, feeling guilt at Ed's soft hiss of pain. "Niisan, I'm so sorry…"

"Al…" Ed murmured, reaching up to caress his brother's face. "Don't be. God, I needed that. Thank you." He leaned up and tenderly kissed him. "I needed you. I love you."

"Oh, Niisan," Al's voice quivered with love and emotion. "I love you too. But the next time you go on a mission, I'm going with you. I never want to feel the way I have these last two months again." He slid to the side, pulling Ed even closer. "I hate not being with you. I can't stand it. Maybe I'll kill General Mustang myself this time."

Ed laughed softly, knowing there was no real animosity in his brother. Sure, Al was angry, but he would never hurt Mustang. He sat up, stroking Al's face for a moment. "I agree. I'm never going anywhere without you again." His head dipped and he began to slowly lick his seed from his brother's belly and chest, leaving Al quivering with renewed desire. "Come on, Al," he said in a husky voice. "Let's go take a shower. I want to taste you."

After their shower, and Ed's feast of his brother's essence, he was forced to sit on a pillow at the dinner table, his rear was so sore. But he didn't regret it, not for one second. They quickly ate, dispatched the dishes with alacrity, and then tumbled laughingly into their big bed, even though it was only six thirty. This time Al wiggled his behind at Ed enticingly, wanting to feel his brother filling and pushing and thrusting as desperately as Ed did him a couple of hours earlier. And Ed was more than happy to oblige, snatching the lube off the nightstand. As desperately as Ed had needed his brother earlier, as willingly as he had accepted his brother's cock, there was no way he was going to let Al hurt the way he had. Besides, everyone knew what a masochist he was.

And his masochism led him to take his brother slowly, languidly, the way Al liked it. Slow and warm and lingeringly, with lots of kisses and licks and sucks, slow leisurely thrusts until even Al had enough and begged Ed to finish him hot and hard. Ed obliged eagerly, and soon they were both laying slick with sweat and semen, the cool evening air sucking the glowing heat from their bodies. Again Ed licked Al's belly clean, preferring the sweet musky flavor of his brother's seed to his own sharper, tangier essence.