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 4
When Ed finally did arrive at HQ, he was more than an hour late, and didn't care. That damn last mission took seven weeks longer than it should have, and Ed was beginning to suspect it was on purpose. That way Al was alone, and Mustang could work his wicked wiles upon him. Over Ed's dead body. As much as he disliked the idea, he was going to take Al with him, next time. He needed Al too much to be separated from him for so long, and Al obviously felt the same way. Besides, once Mustang realized that sending Ed away on lengthy missions would not leave Al vulnerable, maybe he would stop sending him out on them. Damn Mustang. Every time he thought about how that man wanted to lay hands on Al, he saw red. Did the man have a thing for boys? There had been times, in the past, that Ed had caught the man looking at him in an odd way. He wondered if it was the same way that he looked at Al now. Well, tonight Ed would find out for sure.
He slid his report across his superior's desk silently, waiting for the smirk, the chastisement for his lateness. But none came.
"Thank you, Fullmetal. I promise you it will be some time before I send you back out into the field." Mustang took the folder and laid it on his desk. "Take the rest of the day off. You just got back. Return on time Monday morning, alright?"
Surprised, Ed was disarmed for a moment, and smiled hesitantly. "I can do that." Maybe he was wrong about Mustang. Maybe the man really did just want to see them go out a little more. And maybe… that wasn't such a bad thing.
"Then I'll see you at six thirty at the gates tonight. Yes?"
Ed nodded. "Yeah. We'll be there." And he left, in somewhat of a daze.
At six thirty sharp, Ed and Al were at the gates. And Ed couldn't keep his eyes off his brother. Al was dressed in a pair of tight black jeans, and a long forest green, long sleeved tunic. And was so damn sexy they almost didn't make it out of the house. When Ed first caught sight of him in that get up, he was so aroused that he snatched Al's pants down, fisted his hand tightly in that lovely shirt, and sucked his brother to a sudden startling orgasm. Ed knew he would never forget the sight of Al twisting in pleasure, that shirt riding up to reveal his taut belly, his thighs shivering in their sheaths of black denim. God. Ed had to change his clothes, because his metal hand had dove into his own black leather pants, and worked himself to an orgasm a moment later. Thus he was dressed in simple black slacks, a black top, and a white overshirt. Al's eyes had glistened, but not only had they run out of time, but Ed had drunk every single drop from his brother's body. But still, it was very pleasant to know they turned each other on so quickly.
Somehow they managed to make it to the stadium without incident, but as they walked up the crowded lane to the gates, someone fell into step with them.
"Al! I'm so glad you changed your mind." Darlene was walking on the other side of Al, putting her hand on his arm again. "Dare I hope it was to see me?" She was flirting outrageously with him.
Al smiled gently and shook his head. "No, though it is nice of you to phrase it so. I'm afraid my brother's boss convinced us to change our mind. But what are you doing here? I thought you were going to yesterday's concert."
"Oh, I did. But they are so divine I had to come again. I'm so glad I did. Perhaps we can sit together?"
Al was trying to think of a kind way to refuse, when someone else did so for him.
"I'm afraid that won't be possible," Mustang's urbane voice cut through the general rumble of the surrounding crowd. "You see, I have the ticket for the other seat. Perhaps another night, my dear."
"Oh, General Mustang. You're here too? Oh, the stars are kind to me tonight." Obviously, the girl had trouble decided who she wanted more; the suave and handsome general, or Al. When she fluttered her hands, and laid one on Al's arm again, Ed almost growled.
"What, have you fucked her already?" Ed said snootily once they took their seats, leaving a depressed Darlene to find her own.
"Niisan!" Al gasped, shocked.
Mustang laughed. "Hardly. I only know her through Al. She's a bit too flighty for my tastes."
The concert was nice enough, Ed had to admit. He did like music, and there hadn't been much time for anything of that sort on their quest. They were an attractive group with very nice voices that blended well together. The score was well played, and very catchy. But Ed was having more fun watching Al than he was the group. Al was literally on the edge of his seat, watching with glistening eyes. And when it was finally over, he gave a long sigh of pleasure.
"Oh, that was lovely. They really are talented. Perhaps we can come see them again some time." Then Al hesitated, and looked around. "I wish there weren't so many people here. It feels like I will never get used to all the noises and smells and feelings. I don't like it when strangers touch me, even when it's accidental." He was clinging to Ed's arm as they moved through the stream of people.
Mustang stepped in, taking Al's other arm, and together they moved him out of the crowd and to the fresh clean air outside. Ed was torn between acute distrust, and gratitude. Al really did hate crowded places. Ed had amassed quite a tidy sum before Al's restoration, and his subsequent work was only adding to the total. Of course, there was the rental on the house, though not as expensive as he had planned. Originally he wanted to put Al in a sumptuous palatial residence, but Al quickly vetoed that. He wanted something snug and comfortable and homey. And the little house he finally convinced Ed to take was all that he wanted. Ed was seriously thinking of buying it, for he loved it dearly. It was in that little house that he and Al finally had crossed that line between brotherly love and erotic passion. Ed had given Al his first passionate kiss in that house. And there wasn't a single room or garden nook that they had not made love in. Yes, he really should buy it. It would still leave them plenty of money left over for the finer things of life. Perhaps in a while he could pay this particular group to come to their house and give Al a private show. Yes, he would definitely look into that.
Somehow they managed to avoid Darlene, but there were several other love-struck young girls that crowded around the three of them. Some were interested in Mustang, but far too many looked at Ed's brother with stars in their eyes. He was so consumed with jealousy that he never even noticed he was attracting his own bevy of females, eager to catch his eye. When one of them stumbled into his arms, he locked them around her automatically; afraid she would tumble to the ground. But the girl squealed, and laid a sweet kiss on his lips. Ed's head reared back in shock. A girl was kissing him? Blushing fiercely, he disengaged and set her firmly upon her own feet. Then he frowned at Al who was laughing at him.
"I told you that you were the beautiful one in the family, Niisan," He whispered wickedly in his brother's ear. "You stud you."
"Shut up, Al," Ed hissed, his face redder than ever. "And I catch any girls kissing you, and they will have to answer to me."
Al just laughed merrily, and when they were at Mustang's car, for even Ed agreed that Mustang could take them home, otherwise they would never be free of all these girls, Al looked around stealthily. It was quiet in the military section of the garage. And when Mustang left them there to get the key from the valet, Al suddenly caught Ed in his arms, and shoved his tongue down his brother's throat for a fast hot kiss. When Mustang came back, he found Ed standing there with a dazed look on his face, weaving back and forth as if his legs were about to give way and spill him to the ground. Al grinned cheerfully, clutching his brother's metal arm to keep him upright until he regained his senses.
Ed could barely keep his hands off Al during the ride home. Thankfully, Mustang had driven himself, so he wasn't in the back seat with them, and Ed took advantage of this fact. Though the man kept up a cheerful stream of words, which Ed answered easily enough, Al was limited to strangled monosyllables. Under cover of darkness, and hidden by the back seat, Ed had shoved his hand down Al's pants, pulled him free, and was stroking him softly, from root to tip; leisurely caresses firm enough to keep him hard and wanting but too light to give him any real relief. At one point, Mustang had half turned to look back, concern on his face as he asked Al if he was alright. Ed had stilled his hand, covering Al's burning erection, and Al had just stammered faintly that he was a little tired.
When Mustang pulled up outside their house, Al shot out of the car as if from a cannon, hastily stuffing his rock hard cock back into his pants with difficulty, and zipping his pants back up, his cheeks stained with furious arousal.
On their doorstep, Mustang touched Al's burning cheek. "I hope your not getting sick," he said softly, quite aware of the soft growl Ed gave at his impulsive touch. He withdrew his hand quickly. "Get into bed, Alphonse. It would never do if you were to come down with something."
"Yeah," Ed said laconically. "I will make sure he rests tonight." He ignored the deadly glare Al shot him. "Thanks again, Mustang. It was great. Well, goodnight."
He rushed Al in the door and almost slammed it in Mustang's face.
"Niisan, you ass!" Al was unaccustomedly crude. "How could you? I thought I would die! What if I had come in the car? The General would have found us out! And I'm so hard I hurt!" Al was already tearing his pants open, gasping in relief as cool air hit his swollen, reddened, leaking organ.
Ed said nothing, simply dropped to his knees and engulfed his brother's aching erection to the root. Al gave a soft scream of pleasure, moaned Ed's name and began to thrust, almost overcome by sensation.
"Niisan! Oh, god, Niisan… Your mouth… so hot… oh God, I'm gonna come… Niisan!!!" gripping Ed's hair tightly, Al bent over his brother's head, moaning and shuddering noisily in orgasm, ending on a soft whimper when Ed finally let his softened member slip free of his mouth.
"Come on, Al," Ed said huskily. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, your eyes will cross. Come on…." And he drug his brother into the bedroom. He managed to push Al's shirt up, his both pairs of pants off, then bent him over the bed. Snatching the lube from the nightstand, he quickly anointed his brother and himself, and was sliding deep, moaning helplessly, riding his lover long and hard. And before he was done, Al was screaming in pleasure into the blankets once more, the muffled sound mingling with Ed's hoarse cries of ecstasy.
