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 3

Ed was moving once more between Al's legs, his brother moaning in that delicious way he had, where there was a hammering knock at the door. Ed sat up, wiped his hand across his mouth. "Dammit, I completely forgot about him."

Al squirmed, eyes glazed. He had been so close to orgasm that his mind couldn't yet work properly. "Who?"

"JUST A MINUTE!" Ed shouted, and then slammed his mouth over Al's leaking cock, swallowing him whole. His throat worked relentlessly, warm fingers stroking the tender flesh behind Al's balls. The younger boy gasped, shuddered, and then arched hard, his scream of climax muffled by Ed's metal hand. Ed gulped his brother's hot flow greedily, sucking him dry, and licking the tip softly as that warm thickness slid from his throat. "Damn, you taste good." Then he was up; pulling his clothes on hurriedly, unable to take his eyes off Al sprawled so bonelessly in their bed. "Fuck, you're so beautiful Al. Hold on a moment, I'll be right back." He threw the blankets over Al's naked body, and then left the room, closing the door.

The pounding resumed on the front door. "I know you're in there, Fullmetal. Now open the door. I told you, I won't take no for an answer. Answer this door!"

Ed flung the door open. "Hold on to your water, shithead. What the fuck do you want? Al told you no, so I will too. We don't want to go anywhere tonight."

Mustang stood upon the doorstep, dressed in black slacks and a blindingly white shirt, open slightly at the throat. He had a dark jacket tossed over one arm. He unceremoniously pushed past Ed and walked into the living room. "Too bad. You've been living like a hermit since you got Al's body back, and making him live that way too. It's not healthy. You both need to get out some. Meet people. Do things. Do you have any idea how many new friends Al's made in the past month? It took some work to pull him out of his shell, but people like him. They always have. Give them a chance to like you too."

"I couldn't give a rats ass about other people. I have Al, and that's all I need. And he doesn't need anyone but me. Certainly not you. So you can forget about your sly little plans to woo my brother. You will keep your filthy hands off him."

Mustang regarded the small blond man with composure. For so long he'd lusted after Ed. But Ed would sooner chew his own arm off than become intimate with him. Then he met Al, and fell hard. The sweet purity of the boy packed an even harder wallop in the boy's natural, beautiful body. Mustang had never wanted anyone as much as he did Al. Trust Ed's wily nose to sniff a rat. Mustang should have been more careful. But he knew Ed would return as quickly as possible to be with his brother, so he grabbed what time he could with the boy. And knew that he was in love. There was no way he was going to give him up without a fight. But Al was loyal utterly to Ed. To alienate Ed would be to slam shut the door of any possible future with him. And Mustang wanted Al, with every fiber of his being. He wondered if Al had yet told him how he'd kissed him a little over a month ago. Obviously not, or Ed would be going for his throat. He hadn't meant to kiss Al like that. Not yet anyway. But Al was smiling up at him, cheeks flushed, lips glistening with ice cream. How that boy loved ice cream! Mustang liked ice cream well enough, but the taste of it on Al's lips had been utterly intoxicating. He'd been unable to keep his tongue in his own mouth. Al had drawn back, startled and frightened, and Mustang had simply smiled easily. It took him a whole hour to woo the boy back to some semblance of ease. He'd been very careful not to kiss him like that again. He'd returned to chaste kisses on the cheek and brow for two weeks. Since then, he'd been slowly stepping the kisses up. Last night he'd managed to kiss Al's lips, innocently of course, without spooking the boy. But the memory of the taste of Al's mouth haunted him.

"Ed, I'm more than ten years older than even you. Besides, you know the type of women I like to date," Mustang said urbanely. "I knew Al would be lonely while you were gone, so I made sure he got out and had some fun. Nothing more."

Ed didn't look at all mollified. "Yeah right. Whatever. Anyway, I'm home now. Al's not lonely anymore."

"Yes, you are home. So you're just going to crawl right back into your shell and take your brother with you? Is that fair to him? Hasn't he spent enough years isolated? Must you continue it? I know you love him, Fullmetal. He is your brother. But why must you be so selfish? Don't you know how much it might mean to him to get out and feel things?"

Ed turned as white as bleached bone. "That… was low, you bastard. Get out. Get the fuck out of my house right now."

"General, I don't feel like I'm isolated. I love being here with my brother." Al stood in the now open door of the bedroom, fully dressed, gliding out and closing the door behind him. The room reeked of sex, and he didn't want Mustang to smell it and guess their secret. "Niisan would never do anything to me like that. And he does things with me all the time. You don't have to go out to feel." He valiantly tried to keep a blush from his cheeks, and failed miserably. Damn, but he was in deep water. "He's bought me anything I've ever wanted. And we go for walks all the time. I like walks. Sometimes, sir, there's too many people where you take me. I don't think I'm ready for crowds like that yet, and Niisan knows it." He smiled gently up at Mustang as he moved to take his brother's superior's hand. "Niisan would never hurt me, never lock me away. I am where I am because I choose to be. Can you understand?"

Mustang's fingers trembled in Al's hand. God the boy was beautiful. But he also knew when to fish or cut bait. He cut bait. "As long as you're sure, Alphonse," He said softly. "It wouldn't hurt for you and your brother to get out a little more. Look, the tickets are still going to be good tomorrow. Why don't you and your brother join me? They are the latest group, so I've heard. Just the concert. Okay? What do you say?" And he wisely turned to include Ed in his gaze.

Ed just huffed and looked away. Al retrieved his hand and stared at the floor. "But I don't even know this group," he mumbled softly.

"What groups do you know, Al? How about you, Ed? Come on, music is good for the soul. Tomorrow? Please?" And Mustang spoke so coaxingly that Ed tossed his head, suspicion ever present. "Look, how about this, since you are so wary of my motives, Ed. I'll give you the tickets. Then you and Al can enjoy the show without reservations. What do you say to that? I just want you two boys to enjoy life again. You succeeded, Ed. You brought Al's body back. Now is the time to relax, have a little fun. Do you even know how to have fun anymore?"

Sometimes Ed's temper bit off his nose to spite his face, and now was no exception. "I'll show you fun, you overbearing bastard." He snatched the tickets from Mustang's hand. "Yeah, we'll be there tomorrow, and you had better be too. Then you can eat your damn words."

Mustang carefully did not let his triumph show. "Good enough. Shall I pick you up at six? Or meet you at the gates?"

"The gates," Ed said sourly. "Now please, if you don't mind…" And he ushered Mustang to the door, almost closing it in the man's face.

"Niisan, that was rude!" Al said reprovingly. "Yes, he has overwhelmed me a bit, but he's been so kind to me. And to you too, if you would just admit it. I would still be a suit of armor if it hadn't been for him. It was a terrible quest, but thanks to the General, we were where we needed to be, and did what we needed to do."

"Yeah, yeah," Ed said grudgingly, conceding Al that point. "Doesn't mean I have to like the idea that he wants to fuck you."

"Niisan!" Al was scandalized. "That is so untrue! You know that the general only dates pretty women, not plain little boys."

"No, Al, he doesn't just date pretty woman. Not anymore. Now he only dates a gorgeous young man. You're beautiful, Al. Fuck, my heart stops every time I look at you. He's not blind. And you're not a little boy. You're a man. You're seventeen. And he is so hot for you I can smell it. Fuck him."

Al turned an enticing shade of pink. "Niisan, you're just biased because you're in love with me. If anyone's beautiful, it's you. Besides, I'm a guy. Mustang likes girls. Always has."

"Yeah, yeah, so it has always seemed. But hey, Al? I'm a guy too, and I love the hell out of you. And I want to fuck you badly. I'm as hot as a rocket for you. So much for your theory." And he couldn't help but laugh at the confused blush deepening across his brother's perfect cheekbones. He leaned over and kissed Al slowly. "So lets go back to bed. I want to make you come again."

The next morning, Ed was so sore he could barely walk. His ass burned like fire. Al frowned at him, and pushed him gently back down onto the bed. "I got this cream from Lt. Havoc. He said it works wonders for chapped lips. I bet it will work wonders again. Niisan, I shouldn't have taken you like that yesterday. I hurt you. I'll never do that again." As he spoke, he opened a small jar and lathered his finger. Then he slowly and gently probed Ed's body, like they did in the beginning, when penetration was still new to them. Ed was torn between pleasure and relief. The cream eased the majority of the burning, and excited him at the same time.

"And I'll tell you again, my love. You gave it to me exactly how I needed it. I don't mind the burn now. God, I needed it so much then." When Al finished, he rolled over, his cock hard and hot, and pulled his brother down onto his body. "You complete me."

"Oh, Niisan…" How Ed loved it when Al melted on him, like he was doing right now. "Don't… don't you have… to get to HQ?" He panted, needily.