Warnings: heavier/darker pedaphillia. still might get worse.
Ed was sat down when Al pulled him into the apartment, and his hair was ruffled.
"Have a good time?" Al's voice was soft.
"Yeah, I did we talked 'bout stuff, I got to read some of the library's alchemy books, an' there was loads to eat I had. Everything!" he smiled happily, then glanced at Al's depressed face.
"But I missed you, when you weren't there. Why don't you come in with me next time?" Ed beamed at Al's sullen face trying to stop his good mood from fading, he didn't often feel happy like this, the last time was playing in the snow with Nina and Al, the nice Al, who laughed even after what happened not just sat there watching him. Ed felt a pang of guilt stab him again.
Al shot forward and pulled the boy into his lap, Ed, needing comfort let him.
"I would like that. but Mustang seems to dislike me, always has." He tried to turn the boy against Mustang, he didn't what the dark haired man scaring him. Al was now cursing his stupidity of showing his intentions off.
"Oh, he seems okay, a complete jerk of course but an okay jerk. I think, he agreed to give me leads on the philosopher's stone too. You know before."
Al frowned deeply and pulled the boy harder against his body kissing him softly and briefly on the lips.
"Why do you do that?" Ed pulled his head away.
Al felt a growl rise in his throat. Was this how the little shit would act every time he went out?
"It's how brothers kiss when they get older. I'm sorry I assumed you were old enough too enjoy it. I guess I was wrong." Al started counting, he reached 1 before…
"I AM GROWN UP!" Ed shrieked with a peeved expression; he had passed the state alchemy exam he was 12 and he had survived human transmutation what else did he need to do to prove he have to do to prove he was a grown up. He sat back against Al, scowling in an attempt to look intimidating. The effect was an extreme case of 'aww isn't he cute'.
Al smiled then frowned "but you didn't know about the brotherly kisses."
"I did! I just didn't think you did, cose you were younger than me, and I never told you." He growled out, with a scarlet blush covering both his cheeks in an adorable way, clenching both his fists.
"Okay I believe you." Al's voice came out smoothly, honestly this boy was so easy to manipulate.
He pressed his lips against the young blonde's, who didn't react. "Did they mention Winry?" Alphonse stared at the young boy; as his cock began to shift in his boxers, while he gazed at the boy's lips.
"No. but if it's okay with you. I would want to see her." Ed smiled up at his brother.
Al didn't reply, when he spoke his voice was a dull monotone. "Did they tell you the story we made for them." Ed paused, remembering.
"No. they might next time I'm there. Well can I see Winry?" Al suppressed a growl. Why did the brat want to see HER for? After she heard the news Ed was dead all she did was cry, no action. When he had seen her, after he had began collecting souls; she had pleaded pathetically with him to stop, clutching at his leather jacket, which was part of his every day wear and something he hate people touching. She begged him telling him how much she had loved his brother, how she had wanted she and Ed to be together, the slut, brother was Al's and no one else's. That fucking bitch! If she had it her way Ed would have been a rotting corpse in the ground.
A sudden shock of pain and grief shot through him at the thought of Ed's death. He pulled the boy tightly towards him, tears trickling from his eyes. Ed, who felt the tears falling on his head, wrapped his arms around his brother. The tears quickly stopped (they always did).
"Do you love her?" his voice was cold, quiet, dark. Ed went scarlet.
"I…well…I…SHE'S JUST A FRIEND." He bolted from Al's lap in order to yell at him, face burning. Al gazed at him.
"I'm your friend. You love me…right?" He stated softly.
"Yeah but that's different YOU'RE MY brother." Ed had gone straight past tomato coloured and was now on fire.
"She's older than me you know, it won't be like when we were young." The colour drained from Ed's face.
"I know, but I want to see her she's a friend." Ed gazed at the floor. He looked up at the young man in front of him. The cold eyes stared back at him "You can ask Mustang tomorrow." The boys face lit up and he ran into his brothers arms and laughed. Al pressed his lips to Ed's and the boy let him but didn't do anything.
Al frowned at this "kiss back. Press your lips against mine." He watched boys face. Ed wrinkled his nose up and opened his mouth. Al quickly pressed his lips against Ed's and slipped his tongue into Ed's open mouth and gave a soft moan. The erection that had gone down during the conversation began stirring as he pulled back. Ed gave him a strange questioning look, he simply smiled.
Mustang paced the corridor outside his office; he had informed his trusted subordinates of what he saw and received different reactions. Which were not helping with his predicament, what could he do about it?
Hawkeye thought he probably had got his facts muddled because of the rumours, the attempted killing and the fact Al was a well known killer. Who, was impossible to find. This gave him a bad opinion of Al for some odd reason.
Farman, Havoc and Breda (finally) agreed on something, which was track the bastard down. Shoot until he died or beat until dead or stab lots. The three were now arguing which was the best way to kill him.
Furey thought they should discuss the issue with Al. and if that didn't work do what the others said. The man had spent far took time with those three.
Mustang had a headache and was pissed off that none of them took him seriously. They hadn't seen that monster; it sickened him to think of it. He struggled to think about the past, they all did, where Al had been a gentle boy who was the only thing between them and death at the hands of an enraged teenager. He went home early and laid on his bed lost in thought.
When Ed had been curled up in bed Al received a phone call, for a 'job' in a fortnights time that required him to be gone for two days. He accepted. He had to earn money somehow. He glanced at the door too Ed's room before entering his own.
Ed was still wide awake tears silently pouring down his face. Things had changed so much his sweet little brother. he used to have short light brown. A chubby face, wore short and t-shirts with his mothers eyes and above all be fun to talk to, and smart enough to understand alchemy. Or he was a suit of armour that was still so nice.
Now he was 23 wore a black leather jacket. Black t-shirts with freaky pictures and chains on them. Black jeans with chains on and combat boots. His hair was dark silky brown, framing his face and brushing his shoulders and his face was thin, and pale. He had a piercing in his eyebrow and nose. He was strong with muscles all over; Ed was almost worried about him accidentally crushing him. And he was so tall! He just made him seem so much smaller. Then there were his eyes though they may be the same colour, but they were so scary. It was totally irrational to be scared of eyes, but he was. He couldn't help feeling mean for teasing Al for being scared of the dark.
Mustang looked so old at least in his thirty's same for all the other but at least they behaved similar to how they used to. Thoughts kept swirling round his head. Winry, would she be like Al? Was he like Al before he died? Above why had Al stuck his tongue in his mouth? The man had made funny noises while doing it, and seemed to enjoy it. But, why he had found it, kind of gross. And after that why had he been made to sit on Al's lap. Al had something in his pocket as well that kept digging into him; every time he had tried shifting off it, he was stopped. He had figured he would do whatever Al wanted, to try and say sorry for destroying his body. He just couldn't stop the stupid tears.
A/N: review if i should keep it up.
2nd A/N: I'm going to explain how it got to the dying point in the next chapter (i hope).