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: Complete

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 2

Ed was lying contently in Al's arms, half asleep, when the phone rang. With a soft curse, Al reached over and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" Ed opened his eyes drowsily, his metal fingers lightly tracing patterns on Al's bare chest, idly wondering who was calling.

"Oh, hello, General," Al said, smiling. "Yes, Ed's back. What? Oh, no, I don't think so. Not tonight. Ummm, not really, no. Wait…" Al handed the phone to Ed. "He wants to talk to you, Niisan."

Ed grumbled softly, but took the phone. "Mustang. What do you want?"

"Well, that's a fine hello for you," Mustang said, amusement threading through his voice.

"So? I just got home. Why are you bothering me? Aren't I entitled to a bit of a rest first? It's after hours. You can have my report tomorrow morning."

"I'm not calling for your report, Fullmetal," was it Ed's imagination, or did Mustang sound a little testy? "I'm calling because since you've been gone, I've made sure your brother got out and had a little fun. Just because you're back doesn't mean I'm going to let either one of you crawl back into your shells. I want to take you both to a concert. Get up, get dressed, I won't take no for an answer. I'll be at your place in an hour. Be ready." And the line went dead.

"WTF???" Ed glared at the phone, now buzzing with the dial tone. "Who the hell does he think he is?"

"He's going to make us go to the concert, isn't he?" Al said with a sigh. "I told him I didn't want to go. I admit, it was a little fun to get out a bit, but this every night thing has got to end. I don't want to go out. I want to stay home and snuggle with you."

Ed looked at Al for a long time. "Every night? You've gone out with that bastard every damn night?"

Al scowled. "Yeah. He really can't take no for an answer, can he?" Then he sighed. "The first week he had to literally drag me out of here, kicking and screaming. Like I said, it was a little fun, but I didn't want to go out every night. I had a hard time holding him at bay long enough to get your call every night. Did he think I would pine?" Al blushed. "Okay, I admit it, I did pine for you. But I found it just as easy to pine out of the house as I did in it. Besides, here I could smell you." He lightly kissed his brother's unresponsive mouth. "Niisan? What's wrong?"

"Are you seeing him, Al?" Ed's voice was quiet.

"What? The general? Good heavens, no! What made you think that?" Al's eyes were round with shock.

Relief washed over Ed like a tide. For a moment there, Al's words made his world tilt alarmingly. "Why did he take you out every night?"

Al shrugged. "I haven't a clue. He said it was to keep me occupied, so I wouldn't miss you so much, but it didn't work. I think I aggravated him a bit. I still longed for you every moment. The general is a very nice and kind man, but he's not you."

Ed's jaw dropped. "Nice and Kind? Are we talking about General Roy Mustang, bastard?"

"Well, yeah," Al said, smiling. "He's different when he's not in his office. He was very nice to me. He took me just about everywhere here in Central. The zoo, the circus, the fair. Concerts and restaurants and picnics. Every single day. I was starting to get sick of it, but he wouldn't listen. He insisted I see something new every day. It made me a little uncomfortable too. He spent an awful lot of money on me, but refused to let me pay for anything. I guess that was a good thing, because the prices on the menus in some of those restaurants were scary. What's wrong with a café, I ask you? The general has far too elite a taste for me." Al's head thumped back on the pillow. "He's coming over tonight, isn't he? I noticed he didn't give you a chance to say no. Can we just hide here in the bedroom and pretend we don't hear his knock? I tried that several times, but he threatened to burn the door down. But with you here, I bet he doesn't. Can't we just stay home? I've missed you so damn much, Niisan. I don't want to share you with the world just yet."

Ed said nothing, his eyes half closed, veiling his golden expression.

"Niisan? Are… are you mad at me?" Al's voice was uneasy.

Ed smiled gently. "No, my love, I'm not mad at you." He was busily digesting what Al had told him. Sure, Al said he wasn't seeing the general, and Al never lied. But obviously the general was seeing Al, and his little brother was just too sweet natured and innocent to see what was going on. Mustang had been dating Al. For the entire two months. Wining and dining and dancing. "Al? Did you go anyplace where there was dancing?" He asked suddenly, feeling white-hot rage surging up within his breast.

"Well, yes, there was a couple of places where there was dancing. And again, he wouldn't listen. Insisted on teaching me how to dance. It felt awfully funny to be dancing with him, I tell you." Al snuggled closer. "Do we have to go out?"

"Yeah," Ed said ominously. "I think we do." If Mustang had been spending every evening with Al, that meant he hadn't been seeing any of his many women friends. This was not a good sign at all. Mustang never gave up the more intimate pleasures of life. If Mustang was spending every evening with Al, it meant the man was interested in him. And this enraged Ed. Al was his! Suddenly, his ire went out like a snuffed candle. "Al? Do… do you like him?"

"Sure, Niisan. I've always liked him. I know you haven't, and I know why, but he's always had our best interests at heart, you have to admit that."

Ed smiled. God, Al was too sweet and delicious by half. He couldn't blame Mustang for taking an interest. "Not like that, sweetheart. Like… like what we have."

Al was so surprised; he sat up, staring down at his brother in the sunset in shock. "What? With Roy Mustang? You're kidding me, right?" And then Al laughed freely. "Oh, Niisan, you're so funny. Why on earth would I want anyone else when I have you? Come on now!" And he buried his face in Ed's neck, chuckling. His hand ghosted down Ed's bare chest. "There's no one like you, Niisan. No one I can even imagine being with, like I am with you. No one." When Ed said nothing, Al sat up again, unease printed on his face. "Why? Are… are you tired of me? Is there someone you want?" Al looked away, tossing his head so that his hair fell over his eyes, hiding them. "If… if you want, Niisan… I can… I can… I can step back." Al swallowed audibly. "I mean… I am your brother. And if you're in love…"

Ed sat up so fast, he was almost dizzy. He grabbed Al's chin and turned his face towards his, appalled to see the glimmer of tears in his brother's eyes. "No, Al. I don't want anyone else. I only want you. Only you. I love you. I'll love you forever." And he kissed him slowly, deeply, feeling Al shivering in his arms. "I am in love," he resumed when their mouths parted moistly. "I'm in love with you. I just asked because… well, I wanted to be sure I wasn't pressuring you into staying with me. You know?"

Anger flashed in Al's eyes. "Niisan, you bonehead. There is nothing you could do or say that would make me want anyone else but you. I love you too! I've been in love with you since we were children. I used to sneak up to your bed when you were sleeping and touch you…" Then he flushed, unable to believe he'd revealed that.

Ed's eyes softened. "Since we were kids? And you touched me in my sleep? Ummm… how?"

Al was blushing furiously. "Nothing bad. I was just a little kid. I didn't know what I was doing. I would just touch your cheek, your hair, your lips, and wish that you would kiss me more often than you already did. I didn't know what I needed then. I didn't understand what was burning me on the inside then."

Ed didn't say anything more, just leaned forward and cupped Al's face in his hands, giving him a long slow kiss, caressing his cheekbones with his thumbs. "My god, but I love you, Al." He whispered against Al's mouth.

Al wrapped his arms around Ed's neck, enjoying the kiss very much. "Good."