I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! This was not supposed to take as long as it did but...gah..lots of stuff came up..a smut-loving induced writer's block (don't ask)..and now I'm sick. Blah, anyways I hope this chapter meets expectations!
Disclaimer-As long as I write fanfiction and not scripts, FMA is NOT mine.
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Chapter 3-- A writer's passion
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After taking a deep breath, Ed lifted the volume from the floor and began to read again from where he'd left off. It was absolutely obscene. Edward tried to calm himself. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe Al hadn't written these things after all. That thought made Ed more upset than he wanted to admit.
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When Al came home the house was far too quiet. He immediately grew suspicious. Edward should have been yelling his lungs out about 'no good bastards with paperwork complexes'. He walked cautiously into the main living room. Edward was seated comfortably in his favorite chair, golden eyes closed and head tilted back. "Hello brother," Al said carefully.
"Hmm? Oh hey Al, back already?" Ed replied without opening his eyes.
"Yes, well the market was fairly busy but I tried my best, did you finish all your work already?"
Ed raised a hand and waved off the question, "It was mostly signing stuff nothing major."
"Hmm." Al then preceded to unload the groceries in their small kitchen. Ed finally arose and followed the younger boy, he stopped just short of the kitchen and rested on the threshold.
"So Al," Ed asked casually, "when do I get to read this fan fiction of yours?"
Al nearly dropped the gallon of orange juice he was holding, "Y-you don't! I thought I told you? They're awful, you'd hate them."
Ed frowned, "How do you know I'd hate them? I bet you're a great writer Al, you do have the patience for it and all that."
Al just stood there a faint blush now staining his face, "Honest brother, it's not what you're expecting."
'I guess that's true, I really wasn't expecting that...' Ed thought. "Doesn't matter, I like anything you do Al."
Al placed the orange juice in the fridge and didn't look back at Ed, "You're not reading them brother, so just accept it!"
When Al looked up he nearly fell over from the shock of seeing Ed standing so close, "Why not?" Ed was slowly backing Al into the wall, "Are you really that embarrassed?"
Al continued to back away from his brother's approaching form, "Ed what are you doing? I, it's not a big deal my writings.."
Ed ignored him, "Is your writing really so bad, or.." having finally trapped Al to the wall he leaned down those extra two inches and whispered into his ear, "have you been writing naughty things, brother-mine?"
Al shivered at the warm breath, but instantly felt anger rise in his chest, "You read them! While I was gone! You went snooping around without my permission!"
Ed leaned back with a snort, "So? You wouldn't let me see them when I asked, so I took the initiative. Besides, this is what you wanted right?" Ed leaned in again and ran his smooth tongue over the curve of Al's neck.
Al whimpered, then shoved his brother away, "No! I-they were just writings...it's just a hobby!"
Ed's calm expression quickly turned to one of rage, "So that's it, huh? You don't really want me. You just get some sort of twisted kick out of manipulating my 'character'."
Al cowered, "No...I, Ed what...how much..did you read?"
Ed stood up to his full height as he glowered down at the nervous boy, "The whole thing Al, you wrote that one didn't you? 'Brother Mine'? You use your old blood seal as your signature."
Al felt tears creep to the corners of his eyes, "I'm sorry brother," he whispered sadly, "I'm a horrible person, I'm dirty and horrible and going to hell! I didn't want you to see, how sick I am, how sick to l-love my own brother," he slid to the floor, his sobs echoing around the room.
All anger faded as Ed dropped down to his brother, "Hey now, no tears," he reached out his human hand and gently caressed Al's face, despite his shame the younger boy couldn't help but lean into the warm palm. "I love you too, ok? If I thought you were sick do you think I would have been hitting on you just now?"
Al laughed a little weakly, "I guess not, I'm still sorry though, I never intended for you to know."
Ed lifted the slightly smaller boy into his arms and cradled him against his chest, "Don't be silly Al, I'm glad," he leaned down a bit and placed a soft kiss on the other's lips, "I'm so glad."
Al kissed back and soon they were nothing but colliding mouths and heated desperate flesh. When Ed first rolled his hips forward Al moaned but suddenly stopped his own actions, "Wait, brother," his hands rested firmly on his brother's chest, "don't you think we're rushing this?"
Ed pulled back a bit and gave him a loving look, "Al, I've known you since the day you were born and loved you every moment since, I think we've waited long enough, but," he paused and kissed his brother's lips tenderly, "if you're not ready, we can wait as long as you want."
Al shivered and pulled his brother into a needy embrace, "No, I'm ready, it's just," Ed looked at him questioningly, "no regrets ok?"
Ed smiled, "Never," with that he lifted his brother from the floor. Al wrapped his legs around Ed's midsection and Edward supported his thighs and back. Half kissing, half carry him, Ed managed to get his brother halfway to the bedroom before Al nearly got himself dropped.
"Don't do that," Ed hissed, his voice thick and lustful.
Al looked at him innocently, "What? This?" once again the boy ran his tongue along the weak spot on Ed's collarbone.
Edward gasped and stumbled back a few steps, "Come on, stop," his voice was high-pitched and needy, and Al delighted in it.
"What's the matter brother dearest? A little sensitive are we?" he continued to tease the apparent trigger, his small pink mouth suckling and nibbling gently.
The moment they reached the bedroom Edward spared no time with such trivial things as clothing. He simply ripped the fabric away, both out of lust and a bit of revenge.
Ed could not have asked for a more compliant lover, Alphonse was so deliciously desperate that he was almost lascivious.
It was sweet and slow and wonderful. Alphonse sang out for his brother in the most beautiful ways and Edward was nothing less than flawless golden affection.
Afterwards the air was calm and their voices were heavy with contentment. "Mm, brother, that was better than I ever hoped," Al cuddled up close to his brother's chest.
Ed smiled, "Better than a bunch of stories?"
Al nodded, his face hidden in the firm planes of his brothers chest, "It was absolutely inspiring brother."
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Ah so there it is, a spoonful of angst, a pinch of smut, and a boatload of cotton candy-flavored fluff! Mmm..cotton candy fluff, Elricest flavored XD!
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