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: 1,670

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 2

It was very late, and Ed was a little drunk. Al had insisted on sleeping with him again tonight, innocently snuggling down in his arms and falling sweetly asleep. How that boy loved to cuddle! But if Al ever found out… Ed couldn't bear the thought. He couldn't bear the idea of seeing those huge beautiful adoring eyes turning to surprise, shock, horror, then disgust. And Ed had almost kissed him in the park today, for crying out loud. He'd longed to lick the melted ice cream off his brother's fingers, and god, he'd wanted to pull Al under his body tonight in bed, kiss him senseless, and then fuck him so hard neither of them could move. It was agony. As soon as Al was deeply asleep, Ed had gently disengaged from his brother's sleeping clutches, and ran until he thought his heart would burst. Somehow, not planned but definitely not unexpected, he'd found himself outside of Murphy's, a notorious gay bar. He'd come here a few times, for a hard and fast fuck when Al got particularly under his skin. Only by hot and dirty sex with a total stranger could Ed return to his brother's bed and lay quietly beside him.

Only Ed didn't usually drink when he would go out on one of his forays. Ed had gotten into the various stages of drunkenness a time or two, from a light tingling, to full out roaring falling down drunk, and hadn't like the sensation. He didn't like the sensation of being so uncontrolled and vulnerable. A side effect, no doubt, of those years when he was out in the field, where this sort of inebriation could have killed both himself and his brother. But today had been so hard. Al had been so damn sexy, and so fucking touchy feely. So he'd had a drink, and then another. But this was his last. He turned the tumbler upside down and shoved it away. Enough. He shook his head to clear the fuzziness, and began to look around for a potential partner for an hour.

"I like a man who knows when he's had enough," A low and softly husky voice said from close by.

Startled, Ed turned his head and beheld a young man, perhaps slightly older than he was, and more than probably taller. But hell, just about everyone was, and Ed was too weary and tipsy to take offense, even in his mind. The man, really only a boy like he was, had hair so dark it gleamed almost blue, a tint that was picked up in his sky blue eyes, thickly fringed with lashes. A most remarkably handsome young man, with the strong, scarred hands of a man that wasn't afraid of work, and a taut and muscular build. Ed felt the stirrings of arousal. Thank god he didn't have honey colored hair. Most of his one night stands did, and he was helpless to keep from calling out his brother's name when he came, which sometimes pissed his one time lovers off. Perhaps tonight he wouldn't do that.

"But aren't you a little young to be in a place like this?" The young man went on, slowly appraising Ed and obviously liking what he saw, despite his words.

"I'm not a kid," Ed snapped. "I'm sixteen." He would have gone on about how he was the mighty Fullmetal Alchemist, but he was suddenly disheartened. Why bother? He turned away, losing interest quickly.

"I'll be damned. I would have thought…." He closed his mouth with snap when Ed suddenly turned on him, those glorious golden eyes furious. "Nevermind. Hey, I'm seventeen. My name's Sam." He held out his hand.

Ed regarded him sullenly for a moment, but the boy's face was open and friendly and obviously liking what he saw. Ed shrugged. He couldn't afford to be choosy. He had to fuck and fuck fast, so he could hurry home before Al woke and realized he was gone. Ed didn't want his brother to find out what he did sometimes late at night. He slapped his hand into the other's. "Names Edward."

"Hey," Sam cocked his head with a small smile. "It's kinda loud and smoky in here. Wanna go someplace a little more quiet? I like the way you look, and I think you like mine too. Want to get a little better acquainted?"

Ed couldn't help but smile. Quick and to the point. He liked that. "Sure. Let's go."

Ed fell back with a shuddering gasp. Fuck, but Sam was good. He lay there, smelling the cheap detergent on the motel sheets, overlaid with the odors of sweat and sex and Sam's faintly spicy scent. Ed hadn't had such a good lay in a very long time, if ever. Damn, he'd actually screamed with pleasure at one point. They'd done it twice! Both boys preferred to top, and there had been a bit of jockeying for position, Ed had won the first round, so naturally they had to have another go, so Sam could top.

Sam was panting as he pulled out, and roughly kissed Ed. "Damn, that was amazing. Fuck…" And he fell down next to Ed, his chest glistening and heaving for breath. When he caught his breath, he propped himself up on one elbow and regarded the other young man solemnly. Damn, but Edward was gorgeous. And did he know how to fuck! A momentary regret stirred his mind. Now that they'd have sex, Sam would never see him again. He never, ever fucked a man more than once. In fact, that's why he'd gone to this new bar. The last one he used to frequent, well, a couple of his past lays were getting a little fractious, wanting more, and Sam had no interest in someone once he'd fucked them. But Edward… nah… as gorgeous and good as Edward was, he wouldn't be seeing him again like this, ever. They would pass each other in the smoky din of Murphy's and never even nod to each other. He sensed that the other was the same as he was… interested in totally anonymous, one time only sex. But still…

"Who's Al?" He asked, idly tracing patterns on the smaller boy's sweaty chest. Edward had moaned that name several times during both sessions, and actually screamed it at the end in such abandon. Instantly, he realized he shouldn't have asked.

Ed tensed, eyes opening with a snap. Then he abruptly pushed Sam's hand away and got up, dragging his clothes on with jerky motions.

Whoa, sensitive subject, I guess. Sam sighed with regret. Since he would never lay with Edward again, he hadn't really wanted their night together to end just yet. Then he grimaced. Perhaps it was a good thing that Edward was silent and angry. This was not a good sign. Sam was usually the one to rise almost immediately after sex and leave, not want to stay and talk and touch and maybe go a second round, much less a third. He watched Ed slam out the door, and fell back onto the soiled and damp motel sheets with a growl.

When Ed got home, he showered violently and slipped into his brother's bed. Al sighed Niisan softly, and snuggled into his arms, instantly asleep again. Ed gave a shaky breath and held his brother tightly, able to do so without fear now. He gave a deep sigh, the sweet scent of his brother filling his nostrils and completely eradicating the memory of Murphy's, the cheap motel, and that strangely attractive boy. He smiled contentedly, and slipped easily into a deep sleep.

Three days later, Ed's leave was up, and he returned to HQ. Though he was torn at having to return to duty, he was secretly relieved. Spending every moment, awake and asleep with his bewitching brother was eroding his discipline. It would be a relief to go back to work, draw a shaky breath, and relax. He wouldn't have to be on his guard all the time, afraid he would let his heart show in his eyes, or touch or kiss Al in a very unbrotherly way. All the same, he hated to spend time away from him, and rushed home every night as soon as possible eagerly. The night at Murphy's lasted him a good long time.

Less than a month later, Ed was disgruntled, and Al laughing at him didn't improve his ill humor.

"Relax, Niisan," Al giggled, watching his brother scowl at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. "It's just a barbeque. It's not like it's one of those formal military shindigs where you would have to dress to the nines and take a date. Just a nice afternoon in the park with your friends and colleagues, eating delicious food, with lots of ice cream! It's not so bad. And it was very kind of General Mustang to include me in the invitation too, since I'm not military."

Ed forgot his pique and smiled tenderly at his brother's reflection as Al straightened his collar for him. He shouldn't grouse so much. Al was obviously looking forward to today's events. He sighed softly. They'd actually been in Central for the annual picnic and barbeque two years ago, and Al hadn't been able to enjoy all the things he would today. "Why wouldn't he? Everyone will be bringing their families too. You're mine. Of course you would be invited."

Al's heart did a little flip flop. Of course Ed meant that he was his family, but for a moment, Al could close his eyes and imagine he meant it exactly like he said it- Al was his! He sighed happily and laid his head upon his brother's shoulder from behind.

Ed turned around and gently held his brother. "You're really looking forward to this, aren't you? I promise you, Al, you will have a rip roaring time this year."

Al grinned. "With ice cream there, how could I not?"