Fandom: FMA
Title: Ripples In Spilt Milk
Pairings: Elricest, one sided Roy/Ed, Brief Al/Fletcher
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Incest, Angst, Yaoi, Lemons

Author's Notes: AU, OC

Word Count: 21,146
Status: Incomplete

Disclaimer: Not mine, too bad. Not mine, so sad.

Summary: In the weeks that Sam had come to know his secret idol, he had learned that Ed did not have a talent for words. But just then, with that simple 'my love', Ed had been eloquent.

Ripples In Spilt Milk

Chapter 9

When Sam finally got tired of waiting for them to call, he slipped quietly into the room. The tray had been pushed to the foot of the bed by Ed's metal foot, and it was completely empty. There weren't even very many crumbs left. Unbeknownst to the boy, Ed had even drunk the last swallow in Al's cup. Then Ed had turned, carefully, and pulled Al completely into his arms, his injured leg tucked over his brother's. The scent of sex was clear in the air. Sam had heard many rumors about the Fullmetal Alchemist and his mysterious brother, and it would seem that, in this respect at least, they were right. The Elric brothers were lovers. Obviously the estrangement that led to Fullmetal's recent recklessness was over.

With a sigh, he very carefully, very gently turned Ed back onto his side of the bed. There was the sound of metal clinking as the older Elric flexed his metal hand in his sleep, and Sam froze warily. But Ed stayed asleep. With a tiny sigh of relief, Sam got the bucket of hot water and towels and set them on the bed next to Al. His hair was a mess, and needed to be washed. Nimbly, he began to unbutton Al's pajamas.

Before he knew it, his hand was caught in a painful iron grip and he looked up into eyes that glared a hellish flame. Sam yelped in fright.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Take your damn hands off my brother before I kill you." Ed's words were snarled low in a menacing tone.

"I… I… I… was just going to bathe him…"

"No you fucking won't. He's mine. Mine! No one touches him but me."

"But… but… Didn't you send for me to take care of him? I won't hurt him, I swear…."

Sam's confusion was evident and Ed swallowed hard, then released the boy's hand slowly, his eyes gradually turning into their customary gold.

"Sorry," Ed muttered, clenching his hand in his lap. "I just got him back. But I'll wash him. Get out."

Sam ran from the room, and only returned when Ed called him. When he did come back, Al was clean, hair and all, dressed in fresh pajama's and even more deeply asleep than before. Ed had been unable to resist the siren call of his body, and had suckled him awake, savored his brother's seed greedily and kissed him tenderly until he fell asleep again.

But now Ed was pale, obviously in pain again, and blood was seeping through the bandages.

"Oh, Mr. Elric… you've hurt yourself." Sam quickly unbandaged him, ignoring his protests, and gently blotted blood away. "Sir, if you don't keep this leg still, you will tear our your stitches." Then the boy did something Ed never expected.

He knelt on the floor next to the bed and took Ed's automail hand reverently between his own. "Mr. Elric, sir. Please don't be afraid I will do anything to hurt you or your brother. You probably don't remember this, but…" And the boy went on with his tale, about a town called Faldora years ago that Ed barely remembered. How Ed and his armored brother had saved that town, and most notably, a certain Mrs. Jansen and her young son. Sam had never forgotten them, and to Ed's dismay, appeared ready, willing, able and eager to just about worship them both.

"I remember you," Al said sleepily, startling his brother. He was lying on his side, watching them. "Don't you, Niisan? You convinced the general, well, he was only a colonel then, to hire her. I had forgotten. I am glad to see you are doing well. How is your mother?"

And to Ed's amazement, while Al and Sam talked and exchanged pleasantries and reminiscences, the boy thoroughly stripped, bathed, redressed and rebandaged Ed, almost without him realizing it. Then between the two of them, (Al, what are you doing? You should be resting and conserving your strength!) they got Ed to the sofa, where he was laid down with his head in Al's lap while Sam went and stripped the sheets off the bed, flipped the mattress and remade the bed. This time Sam had to carry them both, as Al was completely wrung out. But in a short while, the two Elric's were carefully tangled up together in a clean bed, bellies full, bodies clean and fresh, and snoring softly into each other's ears in the moonlight.

Sam smiled down at them in gentle satisfaction, and went to make up his own bed on the couch, leaving the bedroom door slightly ajar so he could hear them if they needed him. Then he went to the window, nodded to a dark shadow in the bushes and then went to bed. Soon darkness claimed the little cottage and all its inhabitants.

Their days fell into a pleasant routine. Al recovered quickly and was soon wolfing down great quantities of solid food. Ed's leg healed more slowly, but he finally unbent enough to allow Sam to do a great many things for him. With one exception. Ed would allow no one but himself to bathe Al. Al was his, and he didn't care anymore who knew it. Hawkeye, Havoc, and Ross came to visit several times, as they had already been in the know about where Ed was. But Mustang did not return. Ed bit off a little twinge of guilt. He had never led the general on. In fact, Mustang had always known how Ed felt about his brother. Even when Ed thought Al was lost to him forever, Mustang knew that Ed could not give himself to his superior officer. He was too much in love to touch anyone but Al. But still… Mustang had been very good to him in his distress, and had taken very good care of him each time he'd been hurt. It made Ed's heart ache to know the man loved him, when he could never reciprocate.

Ed's stitches came out, and he was able to get around more and more. But he would carry that horrific scar forever, and Al was afraid he would limp for the rest of his life. But lovelorn generals, scars and limps aside, the lovemaking was glorious and very, very frequent. Though Sam never said anything, both Elrics knew he had to know, and slowly relaxed, becoming more affectionate and intimate with each other in front of him. Sam never seemed to condemn them for their forbidden love, never expressed any revulsion at the same. In fact, the boy encouraged them at ever turn.