Fandom: FMA
Title: Finding Home

Pairings: Elricest, Roy/Al

Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Incest, yaoi, lemon

Author's Notes: AU, OC

Word Count: 13,617

Status: Complete

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

Summary: "Don't talk, Niisan. It's you. It's always been you. Don't you understand? I love you. I love you. Kiss me… please…."

Finding Home

Chapter 2

The next day was Sunday, the traditional day of rest. Al never opened his shop on this day, thus it was the one day he never saw Mustang. For the first time, his day off didn't bring him any pleasure. He pottered around with his chores, feeling dull and lackluster. Around six, he felt depressed, contemplating whether or not it was worth the effort to eat dinner. He certainly didn't feel hungry.

There was a knock on the back door, the one at the top of a winding set of stairs that led from the kitchen to the back yard. It was his private entrance, the one on the first floor being the entrance to the shop. He shook his head, wondering who it could be. No one ever visited him at home. He ambled over and opened it.

"Hello, Alphonse," Mustang said, with a smile. Every other time he visited the shop, he'd been dressed in his uniform, being on his way home, but today he was dressed casually, and Al was startled to discover how yummy he looked, and blushed.

But he was very, very pleased. "General," he exclaimed happily. "What brings you here?"

"You did, Al," he said, pleased with Al's obvious delight. He'd been a little nervous, afraid he would be bothering the boy on his day off. But Al's surprise little gift had made him think there was hope, and that perhaps he should move up his timetable. "I came to drag you from your shell, kicking and screaming if I must. It's a beautiful day, the sun is still shining, and we both have the day off." He grinned and leaned forward conspiratorially. "Want to come play with me?"

"Would I??" Al cried. "I'd love to! Hold on, let me get my shoes…" he turned, then paused. "Come in, sir. I'll only be a moment."

Mustang walked into Al's home for the first time, looking about curiously. Al was hopping on one foot as he tried to shove a shoe on. In his haste, he fell with a squeak, and then laughed at himself. "Pride goes before a fall, they say." Then he was focused on putting his shoes on, the tip of his pink tongue sticking out slightly. Mustang had noticed early on he did that whenever he was concentrating. He stood up, flushed with victory, then frowned to notice soap stains on his rumpled t-shirt. A quick glance at Mustang showed him that though the man's clothes were casual, they were elegant. "Err… one more minute, sir."

"Take your time, Al," Mustang said with a smile, then continued to look at the curious knick-knacks scattered about the cozy living room. He was sure Ed had sent many of them from his travels.

He looked up as Al stepped out of the bedroom, and drew in a sharp breath. The boy had changed to a pair of tight black jeans, and was slipping a forest green, long waisted, long sleeve tunic over his head, his chest and belly taut with motion. Though not as developed at Ed, his body was never the less extremely toned for a fifteen-year-old boy. His flushed face appeared as he tugged it over his body, and Mustang looked away with a dry swallow. God, the boy was beautiful. Even more beautiful than Ed, and that was saying a lot. "Ready?" He asked when he could trust his voice.

Al nodded eagerly, and they set off.

Mustang had planned for a day at the park, feeding the ducks, teasing the pretty girls, and picnicking on a sunny little hill dotted with tiny white flowers that looked like stars. Mustang quickly noticed that Al didn't pay much attention to the girls, reacting with bashful smiles when they flirted with the boy. A gentle flush mantled his young cheeks when they flirted with the older man, and Mustang secretly grinned. He'd been planning on seducing this angel for some time now, and was pleased that things were moving along smoothly.

Al was having such a wonderful time that Mustang decided to stay longer than he originally planned. And the beautiful day was passing into a beautiful sunset. The park was mostly empty now, and though he was never quite sure how it happened, he was suddenly tickling Al.

The boy gasped, he squirmed, he squealed with delicious laughter. Then he gave a playful growl, pulled a surprise move, and pinned him to the grass. Al grinned triumphantly down at his captive.

"There now," he said, breathing deeply from his exertions. "We'll have no more of that now."

Mustang chuckled up at him, then reached up to lightly touch the sun warmed back of the hand fisted in his now wrinkled and grass stained white shirt.

The boy's mouth changed, from a victorious grin, to a shy, hesitant smile. Then, to Mustang's stunned amazement, he dipped his head and lightly kissed the older man on the lips, those young ones warm and sweet, and he almost twitched to feel the tentative swipe of a curious tongue tip. It froze him to the ground, his body stung with overwhelming lust. He dared not move for fear of scaring the boy with too sudden, too intense passion.

Al lifted his head, his eyes glimmering in the rose and gold tinted lights of dusk, vulnerable, hopeful, and shy. But as Mustang just lay there, his smile faded, and embarrassment crept into those beautiful bronze eyes. His cheeks paled, then flushed cherry red and he jerked back. "I'm… I'm sorry, sir…" And looked away, hugging his knees tightly to his chest. He was utterly mortified. What had possessed him to kiss a man like Roy Mustang? The penultimate ladies man? The man that could have any pretty girl he wanted with the simple lift of his aristocratic eyebrow? Why on earth did Al think he would welcome the inexperienced kiss of a skinny boy? He huddled in on himself, and wished he were anywhere but where he was.

Mustang quickly mastered his unruly desire and sat up. "Al," he said softly, reaching out to lightly touch the boy's jaw, running slowly along the line of it, in a sensual way he knew would rivet Al's susceptibility to touch completely. Al's shame fled in a soft startled gasp that went straight to Mustang's heart, his delicious cheeks flushing with an entirely different sort of blush, his eyes clouding with gentle sensuality when Roy's fingers caressed those sweet lips. My god… Roy's fingers drifted away, and Al's face turned of its own accord, following that gentle touch helplessly, bringing his mouth closer to a man whose desire was quickly consuming him. So damn beautiful. With only a soft caress of lips, Al's mouth trembled enticingly. A quick dart of the tongue coaxed the desirable mouth open and despite his burning need, Mustang kissed the boy tenderly, slowly, using all his considerable skill and talent to lock Al's mouth to his own. When he hooked the boy's senses, he deepened the kiss gradually, pulling Al's unresisting body flush against his own, becoming almost faint at the feel of the boy's arousal stirring against his thigh.Alphonse was mind-bendingly responsive to touch, and Roy drank greedily of his sweet purity, reinforcing his desire to claim this delectable morsel for his own. So delicious. The drugging kisses continued, more and deeper, hands moving slowly over that young taut body, urging the boy closer, pressing that sweet erection hard to his own body. Nips and licks and kisses, suckling that curious tongue firmly and being rewarded with the most delicious whimper Mustang had ever heard. A slow hard thrust against Al's firm belly… Mustang was quickly losing control.

When the man's mouth left his, Al was dazed, unable to explain how he ended up under Mustang's body, being held very tightly, but very gently. "Oh… my…." He licked lips that were already showing signs of tender bruising, and leaned up. "More?"

Mustang gave a husky laugh, more than happy to oblige.

When the sun had finally set completely, he took Al back home. The longer he held and kissed that astonishing bundle of sweet sensuality, the more likely he was to lose control, something that had never happened to him before. And he wasn't about to let it happen with Al now. But after seeing the boy safely back in his living room, he couldn't resist pulling him close for a hard kiss that promised more.