Fandom: FMA
Title: Sensual Innocence

Pairings: Elricest, Ed/OC, Al/OC

Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Incest, yaoi, lemon

Author's Notes: AU, OC

Word Count: 2,835
Status: Incomplete

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

Summary: The plain truth of the matter was that from the moment he first saw Al in his rightful body, the man had lusted for him with an almost frightening intensity.

Sensual Innocence

Chapter 1

Edward leaned his elbow on the picnic table, cupped his cheek in his hand, and stared dreamily at the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Al had always been beautiful, but now, finally restored to his rightful body, he was a vision unsurpassed by anything. He'd brought his brother to this park near HQ to let Al sample the delights of kite flying. Not having the patience himself for such a thing, once the kite was in the air, Ed sat at the table and watched his brother's sparkling eyes, windblown hair, and the occasional glimpses of white, creamy flesh at the boy's waist, as his arms went above his head to hold the string tightly as he laughed and ran and danced, eyes always fixed upon the diamond shaped, brightly colored scrap of plastic so high in the air. Fuck, but his little brother was breathtaking.

Roy Mustang walked briskly along the path, annoyed by yet another pointless day of signing papers, smelling the stench of Havoc's cigarettes, listening to Hawkeye drone on about duty and loyalty ad nauseum. It seemed as if the higher he rose in the ranks, the more mind numbing his job became. Sometimes he missed the excitement and unpredictability of being just a soldier. Then he grimaced. Sometimes, it was easy to forget the horrors he had committed as said soldier when his mind was numbed by pointless bureaucracy.

A flash of red and gold caught his eye, and he paused, spotting Fullmetal sitting at a picnic table, the lucky bastard. Since the boy had returned to Central with his restored and mindbendingly stunning little brother, Fullmetal had been enjoying a well-deserved and long overdue leave. Then the look of sultry desire on the boy's face riveted him, and he smirked. It was about time Edward stopped and noticed a pretty girl or two. Curious, he turned his eyes to where Ed was looked and was stunned. Sure, there were plenty of pretty girls at the park, and a lot of them had certainly noticed the infamous, short, and drop dead gorgeous Fullmetal alchemist, but not a single one of there were where Ed's passionate gaze rested. No, Edward was giving Alphonse that god-I-want-to-fuck-you look. His brother!

Eyes narrowed, Roy watched Al too. Sure, he'd noticed how utterly fuckable Alphonse Elric was, but Ed?? They were brothers! The boy was slightly taller than his brother, with an unruly mop of honey blonde hair that was quickly growing out, with wide, expressive, heart melting bronze eyes, delicately arched eyebrows slightly darker than his hair, the same finely modeled nose Ed sported, and an always smiling, cupids bow lips that smacked kiss-me, the long slim limbs, arms and legs that seemed to go on forever, the finely tuned body, not as muscular as Ed's but so tight and firm and… and… Roy shook his head, realizing he was probably sporting the same besotted look that had Fullmetal's lips curving dreamily.

The plain truth of the matter was that from the moment he first saw Al in his rightful body, the man had lusted for him with an almost frightening intensity. Naturally, he'd never acted upon it; Al was only fifteen, jailbait, he was innocent, truly an angel, and he was Fullmetal's brother. Edward would have killed him without a second thought for sullying such a treasure. Yet, here the boy was, lusting after his own brother with the same vibrating need that screamed along Roy's nerves every time the boy accompanied his older brother to HQ. And he wasn't the only one. There was something about Alphonse Elric that inspired passionate desire and good old-fashioned lust in almost everyone the boy met. Hell, even Hawkeye sometimes got a glazed look in her eyes when they rested on the breathtaking boy, and she was a dyed in the wool, do or die lesbian, who didn't have use for men at all in that respect.

It had led to some trying times for the happy gang at Central- more than once Ed had beat the holy hell out of some hapless fool smitten with Al's innocent and unknowing charm for the crime of touching that creamy, velvety skin, silken hair, and half frightening the boy to death. It couldn't be pleasant to be the frequent victim of total strangers developing odd fixations on you. Roy had been forced to discipline more than one soldier for cornering the boy in the hall or something and forcing unwanted attentions on him. Of course, only those Roy managed to get to before Ed half killed them. Even Havoc, lazy, indulgent, wont do a thing if it meant effort Havoc had fallen… not only to the boy's dreamy beauty but to the champion fetish. The man had actually worked himself up into quite a state when he'd been escorting the boy to a bookstore, and some drunk had pawed at the boy, inducing frightened tears. Not only had he kicked the man's ass, but he'd drug him back to HQ where he'd interrogated the poor unfortunate illegally until Mustang had been forced to put the man in the stockades just to keep him safe. Anyone that trespassed on Alphonse Elric instantly won that particular smitten fool the enmity of everyone that knew and loved the boy.

Strangely enough, though the boy was always starved for sensation, an unfortunate side effect of being trapped as armor for so long, he could only bear the touch of those he knew and cared for, and even then, only a little. Only from Ed could the boy bear any prolonged physical contact.

Alphonse whooped with excitement when a sudden gust of wind whipped the kite higher and made the nylon string sing in his hands. Then the line snapped abruptly, and the boy staggered back a step at the sudden lack of tension, then flew head over heels and tumbled down the hill with a surprised squeal of dismay.

Even as Mustang took an impulsive step forward, Ed was up in a flash and at his brother's side, kneeling in the grass as he turned his brother over anxiously. But Al was laughing, cheeks flushed and eyes dancing. Ed smiled softly and cupped his brother's face in his hands for an unguarded moment, and Al smiled dreamily, nuzzling his brother's fingers. Ed's head dipped, and for one shocking moment, Roy thought he might kiss Al, right there and then, but then the older boy flushed brightly, laughed self consciously, and helped his little brother to his feet. Al, obviously unaware of the intensity of his brother's feelings for him, simply shaded his eyes, and looked off far into the sky, where his kite had become just a speck as it was driven away by the wind, heaving a wistful sigh that Mustang could hear even from his vantage point.

"Don't worry, Al," Ed said comfortingly. "I'll buy you another one."

"Ah, that's okay, Niisan. It's getting late anyway. Are you hungry? I bought a roast this morning. If we hurry home, I can pop it in the oven."

"Sure, Al," Ed said amiably, pleased. After years of station fare, and sometimes out right hunger, having delicious home cooked meals served by his brother's beautiful hands every night was something Ed loved. At first, the older boy had been uncomfortable with Al's rampant domesticity. After all, there was a whole world out there to be tasted and experienced, but Al was content to stay close to home and cook and clean and care for his brother. Al wasn't his servant! But Al had simply laughed when Ed had said this, stating that it was his job, and he loved it. Ed's job was to protect and provide for his little brother, something the older boy insisted on, and it was Al's job to see to the wellbeing of said breadwinner. Ed had protested, but had soon realized it was something Al enjoyed doing very much, and finally stopped fussing. "But how about an ice cream first?" Ed didn't really care for ice cream himself. Despite its creamy sweet goodness, it was made with milk, which he abhorred. But Al adored ice cream. He would eat it by the bucketful if he could.

Al tossed the broken string into the trashcan as they walked to the ice cream vendor, near to where Mustang stood, watching the young brothers contemplatively. And he realized something. Al was able to endure Ed's constant physical touch, because he felt about Ed the way his older brother felt about him. Mustang idly wondered if they had crossed the lines yet and become more than brothers. Somehow, the man sensed that carnal knowledge of his older brother's body would not affect the wholesome innocence Al radiated constantly. Because it was based on love. Deep, passionate, enduring love. Yet, something in the tension in Ed's body made him think they'd not yet crossed that particular threshold.

"Did I hear someone say something about ice cream?" A deep, amused voice broke into the brother's quiet conversation as they drew abreast of the vendor.

Ed looked up, annoyance passing over his mobile features when he saw whom it was. "Mustang…"

"General!" Al cried, smiling up at him in delight. Mustang wasn't sure if it was just wishful thinking, but sometimes he felt Al liked him more than anyone else, except his brother and Winry Rockbell. "Yes! We're going to eat ice cream. Do you want some too?"

Ed gave a long-suffering sigh, but said nothing. If Al wanted to eat ice cream with Mustang, and have his brother pay for it, Ed would do it. It was screamingly funny, to the older man's mind, how the self centered, ego centric, brash and foul mouth young alchemist was slavishly devoted to his little brother. Al had only to say jump, and Ed didn't even bother to ask how high. He just did it. Not, that Al would ever do such a thing knowingly, of course. That was a good deal of the boy's inherent charm- utter and completely angelic innocent kindness. To everyone and every thing. Look at how the boy had befriended the alchemist killer, Scar. Once he knew the man would no longer harm his brother, due in fact to the influence Al had unknowingly gained over the rogue Ishballan, the boy had welcomed the hard and unsmiling man to the bosom of his heart. He'd even charmed the Fuhrer, King Bradley, into signing a full pardon for Scar. Even as kind hearted as Bradley could be, he'd wanted Scar publicly executed. But even that great and inflexibly good man was simple putty in Alphonse Elric's hands. Mustang snorted silently. God help the world if the boy ever realized the inexplicable power he held over the human race in general.

Al, his nose charmingly pressed against the glass case of ice cream drums, was torn between three flavors. Ed simply grinned and got all three for him. Ed himself took rocky road, while Roy indulged in his vice, daiquiri ice. Alphonse hummed with pleasure as he lavished his tongue over his small tower of ice cream, freezing both the others in their place with round eyes, until they shook themselves and applied their own tongues to their own ice creams. In short order, Al had devoured most of his, then his eyes brightened, when a local group of troubadours started up an impromptu concert in the park. Al gravitated towards them, like a filing to a magnet. The deep sounds of the drums, the metallic bong of the steel kettle, the fanciful flights of flutes and the high pure voice of the singer was about the only thing that could tear the boy's attention from his ice cream. They were playing intensely rhythmic folk ballads, and Al didn't even notice when Ed snatched the remnants of his ice cream and snarfed it up in one bite rather than let it continue to melt all over his transfixed brother's hand. Ed reached out, fingers twitching, before they dropped loosely to his sides. Mustang sympathized. He understood how bewitching the urge to lick Al's fingers clean was.

Al's eyes were shining, his hands clasped under his chin as he was swept up in the music. He was swaying like a reed in the wind, singing softly along to the well known ballad, one he'd learned in childhood. As the sweet and lilting tune gathered power and strength and speed, Al suddenly lunged, caught his brother's hands in his sticky ones, and proceeded to dance lightly along in the grass, radiating pleasure. To Mustang's surprise, Ed didn't event try to break free. He was laughing, eyes bright, as he let his brother lead him around and around. Ed was happy. The boy's braid whipped around, his read coat billowed out behind him as he participated freely in his brother's dance. It was an old ballad, beloved by young and old alike, sung along and danced to from elaborate dance halls in cities to small town hoe downs. Thus it was unsurprising that it would be one of the few ballads both boys knew how to sing and dance to. And they did, with all their might and main. It was almost unsettling to see Fullmetal in such a state, clasping both of his brother's hands, dancing madly and singing in a surprisingly strong and pure baritone, until the ballad ended, and Mustang belatedly realized that a considerable audience had gathered around, and applauded the pair as they wheeled to a stop, panting and laughing. Al blushed shyly, and tried to hide behind his bother. He hated being the center of attention, especially by so many strangers. Ed himself was red faced with embarrassment. He'd been caught up in his brother's infectious pleasure, not stopping to think they were so close to HQ, and a goodly amount of those smiling and clapping were people he knew well and worked with daily.

But the boys' impromptu performance was met with kindly appreciation, even by those that would likely tease Ed about it later. But now, in the moment, they had been so carefree, so happy, that they reminded everyone about why wars were fought, and people died; to save a culture that the boys had so spontaneously embodied for the moment. A whiff of simpler times, simpler pleasures, a simpler peace.

Flustered by his most uncharacteristic spate of carefree spontaneity, Ed towed Al quickly through their admiring fans, and quickly crossed the street and up the stairs of HQ, Mustang following more leisurely. He'd completely forgotten his earlier pique in the face of the Elric brothers' completely unexpected innocent play. They quickly made a beeline for the bathroom to watch their now equally sticky hands in one of the many sinks. Al giggled helplessly. "Oh, Niisan, that was fun. Can we do it again some time?"

It was on the tip of his tongue to grumpily refuse. He'd no idea why he'd been so caught up in Al's little dance, but he realized suddenly that it had felt very good. He smiled and touched Al's cheek. "Sure, Al. I think I would actually like that."

Once again, Al nuzzled his brother's fingers affectionately. "I love you, Niisan," He said with fervent innocence.

Ed drew his brother closer with the hands on his face, tucked his brother into the warm shelter of his arms, and lightly stroked Al's cheek. "I love you too, Al." His voice had a rather breathless quality to it.

"Mmmm…" Al murmured snuggling closer. Ed kissed the top of his brother's head, then scowled to see Mustang idly watching them in the mirror as he began to wash his hands. He'd completely forgot about the man the moment Al took his hands in the dance. Was the bastard following them? With a sniff, Ed took Al's hand and led him out of the bathroom. By the time Mustang came out, there was no sign of either of them, but Mustang was thoughtful. Edward was being slowly consumed by a tender desire of his own brother, and Al was just innocence personified, and didn't realize what his sweet affection was doing to his poor older brother's equilibrium.

Mustang felt a spike of jealousy spear his chest. On one hand, he had sympathy for Ed. God, if Al ever turned those melting eyes and hands and words on him, like he did his brother, Roy would simply become a puddle of liquid on the floor. But likewise, it was hard to see the tender love that Al lavished on his brother. Mustang wished with all his heart, that Al would turn those sweetly dreaming eyes on him, nuzzle his fingers with the sinuous affection of a cat, whisper words of love to him. But Al, even with all his innocence and purity, had eyes for no one but his brother. Roy gave a shaky sigh, and went back to the office.