Hi there! This chapter is PG-13!!! I think!!!!! So… again… elricest, yaoi, yatta yatta yatta, don't like? Don't read.

Contains: Erections, and a mildly explicit blowjob.

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Ed's POV

I awoke as dawn was breaking, Al still in bed of course. It was a Tuesday, and I had until Monday before it was back to work for me. I had one week left, one week of time between just me and Al. I wanted it to be special, I wanted to spend time with him. I noticed the way that his long silken tresses flowed freely down the nape of his neck and across his collarbone. The way he would groan occasionally in his sleep made me wonder what he was dreaming about.

I leaned down over him, resting on my elbows, and began twirling his honey brown hair in my flesh hand. It was soft like the kittens he loves so much, and about the same length as mine. I smiled as he let out a contented sigh in his sleep.

I noticed just then, how much I really did love him. How much it tickled my heart when he would call me by my name, or embrace me and stare at me with those impeccant joy filled eyes. He was so innocent, so perfect. While my body was covered head to toe with scares and scrap metal, his was a pale milky gold, which seemed to shimmer like a smooth lake of creamy liquid beauty.

His light breathing made his chest bob slightly like there was something trapped inside, trying to break free. But how did I love him? It's true, I have been struggling with these emotions for a while, the never ceasing objections beating down all of my hopes and aspirations. Once or twice a day I'll look at Al and think, he is just so beautiful right now all I want to do is kiss him…

I leaned over slightly, and planted the lightest, most chaste of kissed upon his dormant lips. There would be no objections this time. No matter how hard the logistical and moral side of my brain shouted, I would not be swayed. To love is to love, and no laws or social etiquette can stop it. This small kiss was like a small victory against the antagonist side of me, wanting to pull me back from my brother, stop this sick incestual fantasy.

Now I had the boost of confidence I needed. I lightly brushed my face against his hair, inhaling the subtle aroma of what was Al, like jasmine tears. "Ed…ward…" I shot up. Did Al just say what I thought he said? I saw Al's face twisted into a sad sort of smile. Melancholy blanched his face of hope, causing him to look like a kicked puppy.

"Ed…" He whispered these words like a hymn, an almost silent prayer to treasure in your heart or mouth it quietly, rolling the words inside your mouth like they were sticky and sweet, before gently breathing them onto the wind.

They were spoken like a sacred psalm, something that was a religious connection to something higher up, something that connected you to god. Edward, Edward, my brothers soft voice echoed within my mind, I played with the sound, trying to decipher its reason of incarnation.

Was he… dreaming about me?

My brother loves me more than anything I know, or at least I think so. He always seems so nervous about doing the right thing around me, it's like I'm always on his mind. Oh dear Alphonse, have I become a burden for you? I had hardly noticed the sun was coming up. Al began to stir, and panicking, I swiftly lay down beside him and shut my eyes in a false trance.

Al's POV

The next morning was not as awkward as I thought it would be, but that's just what the week was turning out to be. One big awkward showdown! I don't know how I could possibly make it any worse… I opened my eyes to find Ed still asleep. That was strange because he was usually up be fore me. I shrugged internally and took this opportunity to take a good hard look at…

Wait a minute. Not a good idea. I sat up, realizing that if I looked at Ed for to long, I might get carried away and… and I did NOT want my stupid adolescent hormones to get in the way of my personal time with Ed!

I decided to get out of bed early and cook breakfast for the two of us. I cracked open two eggs and let their guts spill out and sizzle white on the stove. Ed likes his over easy, but I like mine scrambled. I ended up making four eggs with toast and jam, and I set the table with our good china. When Ed walked in, my heart started doing cartwheels and I smiled from the inside out.

I ran up and hugged him; I guess this proves my lack of self-control. "Good morning brother!" He hugged me back, soft arms being like my chrysalis, and I wasn't ready to fly away quite yet. He smelled like honey suckle and love. That's what I would call it, anyways. "Morning Al," he chuckled. "I smelled breakfast and I couldn't resist, although I am a bit tired."

I grabbed one of his hands and guided him over to the table, like even though I knew he needed no help I wanted to do all I could for him anyways. I sat him down and poured his coffee, the slick black liquid plishing as it swirled around the bottom of the mug. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh slightly burnt toasted aroma filling the air.

I loved it when Ed would drink his coffee. Although I do not like the taste one bit (it is much to bitter for me,) the scent tended to stay on his skin, making him smell warm and sweet, like a sauna, or like drinking hot chocolate by the fire during winter. He took a tentative sip, the coffee going into his mouth sounded like the bathtub drain.

I wanted to be his coffee in that moment, I wanted Ed to sit there a while, inhaling my aroma, basking in the essence of it. I then wanted him to lift me up in gentle hands, and gently slurp all of my being, all of my self, my soul in through his soft pale lips. I would swirl down his throat, refreshing it from the night's stagnant ways, laughing and tickling his flesh. He would swallow me up, embracing my all, loving every last drop. He would put down his mug, and exhale what was left of my scent, and smile in sheer contentment. I think that was the only time in my life that I actually envied a hot beverage.

I snapped out of it and sat down; slowly shoveling warm salty eggs down my own throat, and wondered if Ed ever wished he were something that I ate. But that was just silly, I guess. The morning consisted of small talk I could hardly pay attention to. After breakfast was finished and the dishes were done (thanks to Ed, just he's so sweet and considerate!) I decided we needed to get some planning done. I would be damned if we just sat here all week trying to ignore my hormonal issues.

"Hey brother, I was just wondering. Would you like to go somewhere today? I was thinking maybe we could go to the zoo. I love the big cat section, and I know how you love the giraffes." I think maybe Ed loved giraffes because he envied their height, but I would never say that aloud. Ed gave me a bright toothy grin. "Of course Al! I would love it. We haven't gone to a zoo since we were kids! Although I guess you are still a kid." He nudged me playfully. "Aw, come on brother. You know I'm sixteen mentally, it's just this body that's twelve." Ed smiled and wrapped his auto mail arm around my shoulder.

I pressed my skin lightly into the hard metal. "I know. I hope you always stay this cute," he said, pinching my cheek in a way I think was supposed to annoy me. Instead of pushing him away or telling him to cut it out, I blushed. I hate how I'm so predictable sometimes, so childish and feminine. My brother seemed to think it was cute though, so I let it go.

We bought our tickets and boarded the train. The zoo was about a twenty-minute train ride from Munich. It was summer, and the train was sweltering in the heat. There was a breeze out side, so it wasn't that unbearable, but there was no such relief in here.

I saw some rich-looking ladies in poofy dresses and feathers hats waving their little lacy handheld fans back and forth over their perspiring face. I thought it was kind of silly that they were so wealthy yet they wore such heavy clothes in this weather, and therefore had to use these silly little fans to cool themselves off.

I was thankful for my knee-high trousers and my short-sleeved button up. I looked at Ed sitting by my side. I noticed suddenly that we were wearing almost identical clothes. Tan pants, white short shirts, and red suspenders. I hadn't noticed earlier. "Brother, were wearing the same clothes! Did you do that on purpose?" Ed grinned his Cheshire cat grin. I loved that grin, but it usually meant trouble.

"It's cute! We look like twins in it!" I smirked. He wasn't the only one who had a slightly devilish side. "Except for the fact that I'm taller. They probably think that you're my son or something." Ed's face got all red, even the very tips of his ears. "AL! DON'T CALL ME SHORT! WHADDAYA MEAN SO SHORT YOU NEED TO SEE WITH A MICROSCOPE, HUH?!?!" I giggled. This was the small amount of power I had over my brother. Once he cooled down he tended to notice how ridiculous he was being and we would share a good laugh, unlike when he was younger and more irritable. Once Ed had calmed down a bit, I saw that glint in his eyes again.

"Gee Al, it sure is hot in here, eh?" I nodded slowly. What was he getting at? "That's good. At least you won't turn into an icicle again." I blushed. How could he! He started laughing, and I joined him shortly. The train ride was fun, brotherly teasing and horseplay. I guess we were both a bit riled up after so much sleep yesterday. We needed the fresh air and the exercise.

Once we got off at our station, it was only a five-minute walk to the zoo. The sun was shining like it's life depended on it, and the breeze tickled our skin and kept the humidity out of the summer air. Nonetheless, by the time we got there our faces were flushed. Ed pulled out his worn leather wallet and bought our tickets. I couldn't help but notice the ticket man was staring at our clothes. This caused my heat-flushed face to darken a bit. Why did Ed have to be so strange sometimes? I feel ridiculous in these matching outfits!

I listened to our shoes scraping at the ground, watching the pebbles dance away from our feet. I felt a sudden warmness clasp itself around my hand. I looked down, and noticed Ed had started holding it. We must have looked ridiculous, or at least ridiculously cute in our matching clothes and long blonde hair. He started leading me along to the first section of the zoo.

Right when you walked in there was a big statue of a lion cast in bronze, that almost looked like it could open its eyes and eat you right then and there and it would be all over for you.

We walked to the apes first. I pressed my face up to the cold glass, watching the chimpanzees walking on all fours. My breath made a fog mark on the slick surface, and I rubbed it away in one spot so if you looked through you could see just the head of one of the apes.

"Ya know Al, they say that chimps are real smart. Next to us their one of the most intelligent creatures on the planet." I looked at him with wide eyes. "Really?" I honestly couldn't imagine that hairy creature that was eating bugs and picking it's butt to be hyper-intelligent. I told this to Ed, sending him into a fit of laughs. He looked so splendid and golden, sparkling in the summer lights. They bounced off of him making each speck of his skin seem to glow a different shade of the rainbow.

His hair was almost too blinding to look out, but I swear his smile was even brighter. It was amazing a creature so perfect could exist on this earth with the rest of us, and if god made Ed in his image then god must be beautiful.

I inwardly blushed and let the fluttery feeling in my chest fade before we moved on to the reptiles. We didn't stay there for long. Each snake or lizard stared at us with their beady eyes, flicking out their proboscis like tongues and I swear that I could almost hear them cackle manically. I tugged on brother's shirt and he understood instantly. We left soon.

Ed's POV

When we got to the big cats, I could almost see Al glow in excitement. "These cats are so pretty, but I'm still glad the fence separates us. Just because they look nice doesn't really mean I want to be too close." I laughed; he was just being too cute today. I watched as he leaned up against the fence, curiosity blossoming over his features. He looked like a kid in a candy shop; everything about him right now was screaming his enjoyment of the day.

I sighed and thought a moment. Yesterday was so awkward; I think Al is just thankful that's over. However, his body is getting to that age now, when we get home I'm going to need to have 'the talk' with him. This isn't some thing I am particularly looking forward to, seeing as Al will probably want to sink through the floorboards, but it can't be helped. He needs to know about these things as an adolescent boy. If he ever meets a girl he needs to know what and what not to do.

Al's face lit up with joy, as he turned toward me pointing. "Brother, look! She has kittens!" I looked over at the 'kittens' Al was talking about, or should I say baby lions. "I think those are more like cubs Al, they're pretty big to be kittens." Al just smiled.

"Big baby cats can be kittens to. Like you, you're seventeen, and just because your short doesn't mean you're a baby. All of the time, anyways." I could feel my skin getting red-hot. Al loved to poke at my insecurities. "AL! HOW DARE YOU SAY I'M SO SHORT I NEED A STEP LADDER TO LOOK YOU IN THE EYE!" Ok, ok, so I admit I can get carried away about this particular subject, but a man has got to protect his pride! Though I say, the giggle it got out of Al was worth it. He was too cute to be twelve; well, sixteen mentally.

We spent about two hours looking at cats if you can believe it. By that time I was half asleep, complaining and begging Al for us to move on. Alphonse however, seemed just as excited with the first cat as with the millions of others we saw. Ok, not millions, but too many for an average boy to be so interested in! "Al, maybe you could get a job being a vet, then you could see all that cats you want. Anyways, let's move ON! I want to see the giraffe's before sunset!"

Al looked at me with a chastising understanding in his eyes, like he was speaking to an unreasonable little boy. "Oh Ed, it's only noon. This place closes at seven! You'll get to see the giraffes, don't worry. Let's get some food!" He grabbed my auto mail arm and dragged me off. I swear I could almost feel his soft small hand gripping and cold metallic appendage.

We got to a stand and he ordered us two frankfurters, which he paid for with some change in his pocket. Frankfurters were a new food invention around here, and Al just loved them. I liked them myself, but Al could not get enough of them. I watched as he drowned his in ketchup and relish. I just liked mine with mustard. "You know brother, people stared to hear about these on Coney Island in America. We should go there someday."

I nodded in agreement, watching Al wolf down his processed sausage-like food.

I had hardly noticed that I had started to suck on the end of mine until I saw Al's blush. It wasn't intentional, it was just within reach. Even once I saw my brother blush, I decided not to stop. I wanted to see how he would take it. I stared off into space, and began running my tongue up and down it's body, licking the tip. I then put about half of the meat product in my mouth and pushed in iinnn…. and ooouuuttt…. real slow like that. It was warm and salty, it felt somehow natural, right. I pulled it out with a sick plopping noise, and licked off all of the mustard, swirling yellow the tangy substance with my tongue until it was clean. I looked over at my brother, who had a stunned but sheepish blush dominating his features, and a small bulge seeming to grow in his pants. My thoughts were racing. Good god, he does like it! My own brother got aroused by me sucking on a sausage! Does this mean he really does like me?

I looked at Al's face, then back down to his pants. I leaned forward and whispered softly in his ear, "you're hard again, brother." He shivered at my words, but instead of yipping and covering himself, he stuttered back a coy, "I-I know. I couldn't h-help it." We stayed close like that for a moment, we were on a bench in the shade, and no one was paying attention. I put my hand on his arousal, making him twitch and gasp, a breeze that was simply music to my ears. "You should cover yourself up, you wouldn't want anybody to see now, would you?" I could feel his shake his head back and forth, cool hair brushing my cheek.

"I-I have to go." He suddenly stood up and ran to the nearest bathroom. Shit, what have I done?

Al's POV

By the time the stall's door was slammed and locked, my heart was still racing and my breath was still rapid. I felt so dirty and selfish at that moment, I couldn't stand it! I'm sure brother was just trying to help me, but I wanted him to touch me more. It's so wrong! I even got hard watching him eat a frankfurter! He's… always eaten his frankfurters like that… right? Maybe I just noticed it for the first time now.

I felt the hot tears steam down my face, fresh and fluid like warm milk. But you remember what happened last time I had warm milk. I could feel my hands shaking and my belly felt sick. I felt an acidic anger, a self-hatred boil up in my gut, and before I knew it, I was leaning over the toilet, a hot, sour liquid spewing out of my throat into the awaiting bowl. It hurt and the scent stung my eyes as I finished retching my relish and ketchup covered meat into the watery abyss, feeling empty and fatigued.

How did things turnaround so quickly like this? When does life get a chance to slow down and turn around? One minute you're looking at giant cats having the time of you're life, and the next ralphing all of your self-hatred and ketchup in a dirty bathroom in some zoo.

I took a few shaky deep breaths, my heart still pounding. I heard the bathroom door squeak open. "Al! Al, you in here?" I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet, my 'problem' more than gone. The stall door opened slowly, as a flustered Ed approached me with open arms. "Al, are you okay? I'm sorry, what I did was… un called for." I shrugged away from him, not trusting myself around him.

"I-I just threw up. Not much though…." Ed froze. He looked down, seeming to be angry with himself, like it was his fault. I heard the plish of his tears gently hitting the floor. "Come on Al, we're going home." Going home? "But, the giraffes…" Ed slammed his auto mail arm against the tile wall, casing pieces to go flying. "Fuck the stupid giraffes! Let's just go." I froze in fear. I had never heard Edward so angry! I felt my own hot tears start to spill over again. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Ed's POV

I couldn't believe it. Al was so disgusted with how I was acting towards him that he threw up! I hated myself so much at that moment; I thought I might just throw up myself. The train ride back was silent. Painfully silent. I tried asking him, "Do you feel any better now?" But all I got was a shrug; Al's head turned the other way. I think I might have scared him with my smashing the wall and all.

I wanted in my heart to believe that wanted me, but the fact that he ran away from me, puked his guts out, and started crying screams 'all signs point to no'. We still needed to have that talk when we got home though. I would make him some chicken broth and give him space to try and apologize with my actions, and then begin the most awkward part of the day.

When we got home, I did just that. With Al in bed sipping his soup, I was free to assault him with information he needed to, but probably did not want to know.

"Um, hey Al, I need to talk to you." I could see his features freeze up, so I can only expect he anticipated the worst. "Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong and you're not in trouble, we just need to have a talk. A lot of boys have this talk at your age." I waited a moment until I saw him slowly nod.

I sat on the edge on his bed, holding one of his warm hands in my own. I didn't quite know how to do this, but Hohenhiem had given me this talk when I started living here so I wasn't completely clueless.

"Al, when someone gets to be about your age, they start going through something called puberty. Your body is changing and preparing you to become a man. Your hormones start to increase, making you…" I stopped for a moment trying to conjure up how to say this. "You start to feel kind of funny, and start experiencing urges. When these urges present, it can result in, well, what happened today and yesterday. You know, that thing." Al nodded, deep golden locks spilling over his shoulders.

"You might find yourself getting attracted to girls and wanting to… do things with them. You will want to touch them, have them touch you. I want you to know that this is completely normal, and you never need to be embarrassed to talk to me about anything." Al thought about this for a minute. It looked like he was trying to take the information I had given him and read it again from behind his eyes. His face contorted into a semi-confused look.

"Um, brother?" I nodded, letting him know I was there for him. "Do you have a question Al?" He nodded to, and straightened himself up more, so we were sitting side by side. "I can ask you anything, and you wont freak out, right?" Could he? Was I really prepared to answer anything my brother flung at me? "Of course Al, I'll do my best."

He paused for a moment, letting a fresh wave of silence wash over us and clean out our clogged up thoughts, bringing us to a neutral inquisitive calm. "Well, you said I might start feeling attracted to girls, that I might want to do things with them, or touch them, right?" I gave his hand a gentle squeeze and smiled, bring up a choked 'yes.' "Well, what if, for example, I start to feel that way towards another guy?"

I froze. It took a moment to sink in that this wasn't happening in my head, this was real. Al had just said he liked a guy. At that moment I had felt a thousand emotions rushing through my heart, pounding and screaming out his name, just wanting to jump on him right now and make him mine. I reined those feelings in for a moment.

"Do you like a guy, Al?" I stuttered. I saw his face twist again, like he was trying to figure out what to say, but his blush said it all for him.

With out knowing what I was doing, I suddenly wrapped my arms around him, and crashed my lips into his. I felt him stiffen in shock. His lips felt like soft sweet petals under my own burning ones. Delivering much more passion than my earlier chaste kiss when Al was asleep, I ran my fingers through his hair, tasting his aroma. I then realized what I was doing and quickly pulled his lips away from mine. They stuck together slightly, making it seem like they didn't really want to let go. "I-I'm sorry Al!" I bolted up and rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

I couldn't believe I had let my self-control go so much that I had passionately kissed my younger brother!

Too shamed to re-enter that room, I drifted to sleep on the couch. I still had five days left with Al. Five days to love him. To shower him with kisses, to hold him gently and never let him go. But I couldn't and I knew that. I would just have to let him go.

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Ha Ha! You thought I meant a real blow job, didn't you? Well, sucking on a hot dog counts, right? XD so, please R&R, I love comments, and stay tuned for chapter 4!!!!!!