A/N: A common misconception this has become, that the last chapter was in fact that, the last chapter. Well, honest truth, it wasn't. Though I ask you to read the next two chapters responsibly, please, they are rather explicit. Anyway that's all. God I wish I had a scanner...the other night I was really hyper and drew Ed as a cheerleader, pigtails and all. It's joyously frightening.
Warning: Elricest, some almost explicit content...just men touching at this point...
Alphonse was either hallucinating or there really was a heaven. His skin was fever hot and muscles he had previously been in control of twitched with a hounding desire. Uncertainty coated his tongue, scratching blindly at his insides, barely able to govern his tremulous fingers. The warmth of his brother's lips moving in a slow steady rhythm against his own was a sensory overload. It was hard to wrench himself away for fear it might not happen again but breathing had suddenly become an issue as it seemed his brain could not be involved in so much work at once. Kissing, thinking, keeping the heart beating, breathing…etc. etc. When he did break away, out of necessity not any real desire to, Edward smiled at him a bit sheepishly. "So you really did want me to kiss you." Al touched numb fingers unbelievingly to red lips and nodded slowly.
"You don't think I'm weird?" He questioned quietly.
"No, no, Al." Ed rested his forehead placidly against the younger's, bringing a soothing palm up to stroke his hair."And even if I did that would mean I'm just as weird.
Nervous swear slicked Al's fingers, anxiety caused him to savage his trembling bottom lip. Not that he wasn't happy, just shocked. It had never occurred to him that Edward might actually return his abnormal feelings. There was no time, though, to ponder it before thought became a clean white slate caused by the press of Ed's mouth to his once more.
The reassuring hand in his hair tensed slightly, now encouraging him to respond in kind. He did. Breathing seemed less of an issue when he erased cognition from the list of things his brain had to do. This time the almost otherworldly pleasure was increased with exhilarating flick of Ed's hot tongue. Al's older brother wasn't pushing, or even prodding, just curious and wonderful. The second time it flitted forth Alphonse parted his lips pliantly, unaware of a reason not to.
At first the shock of something alive and slimy entering his mouth was a bit overwhelming but Ed was patient, giving him time to warm to the idea. And the end result was worth it. Once the initial surprise had faded Al found he was rather fond of the sensation and immensely enamored with the sweet, somehow familiar flavor of Ed. There was not struggle for dominance because he timidly submitted to anything the other was willing to do. Ed's tongue slipped across his own, stroking tenderly, sending tendrils of wanton list through his body in unexpected waves.
It was much longer this time before they managed to tear away from one another and this time both were panting. Alphonse noted how dark and full the other man's lips looked, large and inviting. He briefly wondered if his own looked the same. "That was good," he told Edward; whom let out a small guffaw, before he could stop himself.
"You think?" The words obviously dripped with sarcasm but Al continued despite that.
"Uh-huh, what did you think?"
"Jeez, Alphonse do I really have to tell you? That was fucking fantastic." That caused Al to laugh out loud and Ed rubbed his hair fondly. "You can be such an oblivious goof sometimes."
"Yeah well so can you!" Al stuck out his lower lip in an adorable little pout. Almost absently the blonde fingered the protruding lip. Quite suddenly his eyes got a sort of fiery look to them that Al recognized as pain. "Brother, is it starting again?" He asked hurriedly, allowing the concern to leak into his words.
"I'm okay."
Glaring, Al gently nudged his shoulders back against the baseboard. Comfort had been his earlier tactic but in light of the new tone they had taken on he decided to try a different method; distraction.
Edward was quite apparently taken by surprise by the outward show of forwardness Al displayed. The younger man paused momentarily but when he sensed no outright show of distaste he soldiered on. His hands solidly on either of Edward's shoulders he one knee over, edging it between Ed's firm thighs. Leaning over with his newly acquired advantage he captured the small man's mouth in a passionate, pent up kiss. His tongue now battled for free reign, stroking and lashing Ed's even dragging a low moan from his throat.
It seemed that Ed's hands didn't know what to do. The moved from his shoulders to his arms, to his hips before finally settling restlessly on his lover back brushing heated flesh and cool metal over a thin strip of exposed skin where Alphonse's shirt and trousers didn't quite marry. To Al it was a little unnerving to be so in control in such an unusual situation but it was also exiting. His fingers curled in ed's hair while the opposite hand trailed down his chest. When the palm scraped roughly over Edward's nipple he let out an undignified, thoroughly pleasured yelp. Alphonse decided he liked that reaction. Slowly, he brought his hand back up to rub a thumb across the quickly hardening nub.
The responding sound was rough and happy. Continuing the repetitive motion on his nipple, Alphonse dragged his lips down Edward's chin, curious of what his olive flesh elsewhere taste like. The feeling, the flavor, the excitement, was all addicting especially the flavor. He found that Edward's skin was just as sweet as his mouth with a salty twang of soap and steel. The farther down he traveled the more rapid Ed's breathing became until he was full out panting as Al dipped his tongue into delectably sensitive hollow of his throat. "Al…" His voice was low and needy. For lack of something that didn't feel too drastic Al escalated the thumb with a forefinger, now rolling the stiff nipple between both fingers.
Lifting his head he let his lips brush Ed's. once, twice, on the third time determinedly he sought swift entrance o the shorter man's mouth. His tongue now performed a thorough dental check, lapping messily at the other's. Hungrily, he sucked Ed's into his own mouth, hardly aware of the lusty noises they were both emitting.
Ed's automail finally moved from his waist only to be placed on his shoulder, pushing gently. Immediately he pulled back, not meeting Edward's eyes. A string of saliva connected them wetly until Al licked his darkened lips anxiously. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go too far. I got carried away." Shifting embarrassedly caused Alphonse's knee to chafe a particularly responsive adage of Ed's anatomy. He blushed profusely as Ed gave a loud gasp.
"What are you so self conscious?" He asked out of the blue, the hoarse backing not yet cleared from his voice.
"Huh?"
"You didn't 'go too far', Alphonse. That was great, how in the world did you get so damn good?" Blushing still, Al replied:
"I don't know, I just did what I thought would feel good for you. Was it?"
"Hell yes, but Al, you're being greedy." His mouth quirked, "You haven't let me have my taste yet." It was easy enough for Edward to move the practically weightless man from his lap reversing their position.
It was almost surprising to Alphonse how gentle Edward was, his protectiveness apparently traveled over into situations like…this.
His knees hugged Al's hips, his backside settled on the tops of his thighs, and his hands cupped Al's cheeks. "Did you know," he began tenderly brushing their noses together, "that you're beautiful?" Heat flooded to his face beneath Ed's hands. He started to stutter some reply but Ed hushed him with soft lips. "I know that sounded pretty bad, but it's true, you are Alphonse." He appreciated how Ed had defaulted to his full name instead of the short single syllable inflection.
"So are you, I think you're very beautiful." He murmured shyly. His brother smiled, kissing him before plowing through to something quite a lot heavier.
Quickly Ed's fingers found the hem of his shirt, teasing it up so he could splay a hand on Al's smooth stomach. "I want you," the breath from his simple, sincere words ghosted over Alphonse's throat and he shivered.
"I want you, too, brother."