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Occupation: Alphonse Elric

Option 10: Model

Alphonse huffed into the barrack room and slammed the door behind him. Damn that Hughes and his camera. He seethed and foamed at the mouth for a moment then sagged against the door. Running was a lot of work. He wasn't used to so much exercise. He had never been unfit, but not having a body for years made one forget the finer things in life, like panting until one wanted one's life to end. Things like that.

He scanned the two twin beds, the desk and then the sink area but saw no sign of his brother's body, but his brother's clothing was everywhere. Al looked at his own naked body and then at a pair of thrown aside leather pants. They might fit…

He hauled them up to his knees before falling over into a semi naked heap. It looked like Ed's small hips were more than a match for Alphonse's calves. He groaned and kicked off the black pants. What could he wear now? It wasn't as if Brother had a variety to choose from. He didn't even own a uniform…

That's when Al noticed that the leather ensemble wasn't the only one occupying all the surfaces in the space. A blue uniform was haphazardly discarded on the desk chair also.

Al got up and inspected it. The jacket had the rank of a colonel… holy Flamel, Mustang and Ed were somewhere around here naked!

Al's faced heated up in record time. He needed something to wear before they came back!

He searched the drawers but found only a large array of the same thing; untold amounts of leather pants and black tank tops. He snatched a top and prayed he wasn't too wide to fit into the small thing.

"It should be fine, right? Brother's shirts are loose on him so they should be only a bit snug on me," he said to no one as he pulled it on.

A small rip noise made Al feel guilty. The petite top was being torn at the seams by the sheer girth of his chest and it didn't even come down past his ribs.

"I can't be that much larger than Brother," he looked down, "Ah! I look like Envy without a skirt!"

The blue starched pants were calling his name now. We will fit you, Alphonse. Just try us on. It wouldn't hurt to try just once. Come on Alphonse, join us.

Caving quickly when slow footsteps echoed down the hall on the other side of the door; Al dashed to the colonel's pants and threw them on. He would have tried a pair of Ed's boxers first but doubted it would have been worth the effort. Dressed at last, Alphonse walked over to the full length mirror (it was standard in all barrack rooms) and saw a startlingly gorgeous young man looking back at him.

"I'm beautiful!" Al said out loud and ran his hands over his slightly built chest and flat stomach. Ed was more chiselled but Al didn't care. The tight shirt hugged him flatteringly and the blue pants brought out his eyes. "With a face like this, I may not need to work as hard as I thought! Who's that pretty boy in the mirror? Al is!"

A loud slam brought him out of his self adoring. Al spun around, his pant-skirt catching air and lifting up in a dramatic twirl.

"Who the fuck are… fuck! Al!" Was all the warning Alphonse got as an overjoyed older brother tackled him to the floor. That overjoyed older brother was overly wet and even more naked.

"How did this happen. Holy fucking—Al is that really you?" Edward said with a massive grin.

For a smaller guy, Edward had him pinned without effort. Alphonse refused to believe it was because he was too traumatized to move. No, his brother was just super strong. His automail, that's right, it was the automail's steely grip that prevented him from pushing the naked blond away. It was also its overheating that caused the flush to cover Al's entire body. It wasn't a blush; it was the automail's heat… yeah.

"Brother, please!" Al pleaded. "Put some clothing on!"

"Yeah, Ed, look at you. Alphonse has had his body for less than a day and you're already trying to claim it. You'd think the shower fun would have been enough," a certain colonel said from somewhere behind Ed's head. Al couldn't see past it because it encompassed his whole vision.

"Shut up bastard! I'm just excited he's back. Look at him!" Edward hugged him around the neck fiercely. "He's here, in this room, in the flesh—"

"And in my pants. You know Alphonse, if you wanted in them so bad, you only had to ask."

Al flushed intensely as Ed rolled off him laughing. For a fleeting moment Al wished his naked brother would have stayed on top of him longer to block out that lusty wink Colonel Mustang was giving him. That and Al wouldn't have had to see just how equally naked the man was. Al may have a face pretty to enough earn some easy cash but Mustang had the body to never work again. Al rolled onto his stomach to hide his face… and his 'shame' at looking too long.

So I decided that I never get plot bunnies. Oh no. I get plot moose. Big, hulking, paper eating, coffee table knocked over, bed rattling and space taking plot moose. You can't walk around them. You can't ignore them. Hell, you can't even hide from them. They stand there with their hairband cheap cosplay bunny ears and chew. Chew and watch, while you feverishly attemp to write down their plot in order to escape the horror and pressure of being in a Room with a Moose!

This moose got me out of bed at 3am too! I blame Silky. I bet you anything she sent this one after me because I was distracting her earlier... lol, sorry!

-Rix the demon