Jayden would like you to note…You lost the game. And that you should be excited because after a couple of years…/cough/…Correction! After four years, this story will be coming to a close in approximately one week (or maybe less, depending on how badly you guys want it.)
Without further ado, I am proud to present to you: Let it Snow.
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Chapter Eight
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When I woke, the spot next to me was empty but still warm. I opened my eyes and looked around the room; Brother wasn't anywhere to be seen-but I knew he couldn't be too far off either. I needed to keep an eye on him-especially after the news he'd received the night before. If my wife and kids passed, I don't know what I'd do; I'd be absolutely lost.
I sat up, tossed the blanked to the side and sighed, forcing myself out of the warmth of the bed. Ed was sitting in the living room, head between his knees. I approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me, bags heavy under his bloodshot eyes. "I can't believe they're gone. All of them. This was a mistake. You never should've come."
Swallowing the frog in my throat, I bit my lip. I didn't know how to reply.
"Winry knows. Rose found out and told her before she murdered my children. If Winry doesn't do the same, your relationship is ruined. Your family is going to be completely obliterated. Everything in both of our lives is ruined."
I sat down beside Brother in silence; I had nothing to say because he was absolutely correct. If Winry indeed knew what I had done, there was no way that I could go back to my family and pretend that nothing ever happened.
I could do one of two things: I could just stay with Ed and we could live out the rest of our lives here. If she knew, it would probably be what she would want. But if Ed was wrong and she didn't know, then she would be devastated-and regardless, what would she tell our children? What could anyone tell them? 'Sorry, but Daddy loves his brother more than you and he's never coming home,' or perhaps, 'Sorry but Daddy is sick in the head and can never come home. I don't want you to catch his disease.' My second option was far more difficult; I could go home and face the music. Even if she didn't know, I couldn't live with myself, constantly lying to her. She would find out. No matter what I did, my family was doomed.
"Ed?" I quietly asked. He looked up, tears cascading down his pink cheeks, and cleared his throat. I placed my hand on his thigh and smiled weakly. "I don't regret this. I love you, Ed. And I know that what Rose did-"
"You know nothing. Because of this, my children are dead. Al, I love you too, but I can't live with myself. Not with what happened. I will never forgive myself. I've never done any good for this world."
"Ed," I tried to comfort, "It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known."
He shook his head and pushed my hand off his leg. "Rose has never been stable. She knew I loved you. She told me if she ever found out I contacted you, she would leave with the kids forever."
"That doesn't mean that she was saying she'd kill them-"
"No, Al. That's exactly what she meant. And I did it anyway. I knew she would kill them. I did it anyway, even knowing what would happen…"
I grew quiet. There was no point in arguing with him. I took his hand in mine and leaned on his shoulder. "At least we will always have each other. I will never ever leave you. Come with me to talk to Winry. Then it'll be you and I forever. Please, just come with me, Brother."
"Yes. I will come with you. All of this is my fault; of course I will come with you, Alphonse. You're all I have left. If you ever leave me, I'll have no reason to live at all."
"Ed, Brother, please don't talk like that. You have so much to live for-so many people who love you."
When my lips pressed against his, he started sobbing uncontrollably. "I love you, Al. Please," he choked, "don't ever leave me."
"I won't," I breathed and cupped both of his cheeks. "I love you so much." He pressed his lips to mine and wrapped his hands around the small of my back, pulling me onto his lap. "God, Brother," I moaned and pushed my tongue into his mouth.
I felt guilty for having and erection after what happened and I didn't know why he was interested in sex at all. Perhaps he just wanted to forget; I know I did.
I wiped the tears off of his cheeks and ran my hands through his loose hair, down his back, bringing his top up in one swift motion. We parted briefly to remove our shirts and quickly returned to heated kissing and heavy breathing and before I knew it, our pants were on the ground and I was under my brother. Our bodies glided smoothly against one another, lubricated by sweat. Every time he moaned my name, I felt a pulse through my body and I wanted to come-but I wanted to wait for him so we could come together.
He removed himself from me and smirked, "I am being selfish, Al. Let me pleasure you…" That said, his lips trailed kisses downward, only stopping briefly to flick my nipples and again at my hips. He ran his tongue up the shaft and wrapped his lips around the head of my penis. My eyes widened in excitement and I gasped loudly. "Brother…" I pulled his hair and bucked my hips upward. "Oh god…Ed…I'm gonna…I'm gonna…Come. Oh fuck!" I filled his mouth with sticky fluid and he continued sucking until every last drop was out. My body convulsed and I felt so greedy because I wanted more. "B-Brother…please…fuck me."
Edward smirked and did as he was begged to do. Little did we realize, it stopped snowing. We only had a few more days like this and then everything would be different.
I wish so badly I'd known just how different life was going to be.
