Fandom: FMA
Title: Sensual Innocence

Pairings: Elricest, Ed/OC, Al/OC

Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Incest, yaoi, lemon

Author's Notes: AU, OC

Word Count: 2,726
Status: Incomplete

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

Summary: The plain truth of the matter was that from the moment he first saw Al in his rightful body, the man had lusted for him with an almost frightening intensity.

Sensual Innocence

Chapter 10

Ed was gripping the headboard of his bed over his head desperately. He was naked, legs spread wide and bent at the knees. His eyes were dazed with pleasure as they watched Sam's thick dark hair make such a contrast against his pale bare flesh. With every hard pull of Sam's mouth against his cock, Ed moaned. It felt so damn good, so damn good. When Sam reached further down to press against his opening, Ed completely forgot about secrecy, and moaned again louder. His hips came off the bed, as the other boy's spit covered fingers began to probe him, searching for that sweet spot that made stars dance in his vision. Sam found that spot, and Ed let go of the headboard abruptly, one hand fisting into his mouth, the other grabbing a fistful of Sam's dark hair. Sam worked him harder, brushing repeatedly against Ed's prostate. Soon… god… he felt the semen rise in his shaft. Damn, Sam was so damn good. That first night hadn't been a fluke, hadn't been a rosy tinted memory.

Sam jabbed it hard and Ed's back arched hard, a shriek exploding from his throat to be muffled to a loud groan against his hand, and he filled Sam's mouth with a hard hot rush. Ed fell back, seeing stars, unable to take in enough oxygen for a moment. Dimly, as he slowly came down from his orgasmic high, he felt Sam jerk him farther down the mattress, pressing himself between Ed's thighs, and laying his legs over his own. Dreamily, Ed felt the older boy positioning himself at his entrance, when a sound from the other side of the wall caught his attention.

"Wait…" he hissed, sitting up.

"No," Sam moaned, needing to come so badly, needing Ed's tight heat around him with desperation.

"Listen… do you hear that?"

Dazed, Sam lifted his head for a moment. The sound of soft moaning finally penetrated his sex-starved consciousness. The haze of passion lifted after a moment of confusion. AT first he thought Jaxon was having another nightmare, and he leapt up, almost throwing Ed off the bed. But then…

"No… oh, fuck no!" He said in soft disbelief. "That's no nightmare…"

They both jumped off the bed, threw their nightclothes on hastily, and ran for the door. They both tried to pass through it at the same time, struck shoulders and bounced off each other. Scrambling, Sam made it out first.

"Sam…. Wait…" Ed was uneasy. There was no mistaking what was happening in Al's bedroom, and knowing Sam and Jaxon's history, he was afraid for his brother. What was Al thinking?

Sam threw open Al's door abruptly, Ed right behind them. Both boys froze there. Jaxon was laying on his back, half naked. Al hovered over him on his hands and knees, his mouth moving on the smaller boy's chest, one hand slipping into Jaxon's shorts and the younger boy bucked desperately. Jaxon threw back his head, eyes closed, face flushed, and gave a shrill cry.

"You little bastard!" Sam screamed, reaching the bed in a single bound. He caught Al's shoulder and jerked him off his little brother. "You goddamn fucking bastard!" One fist connected with Al's face and the boy flew back, slammed into the wall, and slid down in a daze.

"No!" Ed screamed. He darted around Sam and placed himself between the enraged older boy and Al.

The two older boys stared each other down, eyes no longer friendly, but filled with rage. The standoff lasted only a second, until Jaxon gave an angry shout. Sam whirled around, gathered his little brother in his arms, and burst into tears. "God, I'm sorry, Jaxon. That little bastard. I'll kill him for doing this to you. I'll kill him…"

Sam's head rocked back under the force of his little brother's slap. "How dare you?" Jaxon screamed, eyes furious.

Sam shook it off, and hugged him tighter. "It's me, Jaxon, sweetheart. I've got you. He wont hurt you again, I swear it."

"I know who the hell you are, Sam Jansen!" Jaxon shoved his brother away, and leapt up to stand on the bed. "He wasn't hurting me, dammit. Why the hell did you do that?" He leapt over his brother's knees, and bounded across the room to where Al was still sitting, tears of pain in his eyes, one hand pressed to his nose to stem the bleeding. "Al… are you okay?"

"Jaxon… what…" Sam began, confused.

Ed wouldn't let Jaxon near Al. He couched down with a growl and gathered his stricken brother protectively in his arms. "Back the fuck off, he's mine!" He was snarling.

"Al," Jaxon moaned, wringing his hands, then he turned on his brother again. "Look what you did!" The boy shrieked, overcome with rage. "Do you know how hard it was for me to convince him to make love with me? And now… you hurt him! Why, Sam? Why?" The boy burst into tears.

"But… but, Jaxon," Sam began feebly. "He was all over you. I promised you I would never let anyone touch you like that again, and he… Al was…"

"Yeah!" Jaxon dashed angry tears away. "Because I asked him to. I wanted him to. He didn't think it was a good idea, but I didn't really give him a choice. If anything, I was all over him! And you hurt him!"

"You were all over him?" Sam shook off staggered confusion. "Bullshit! I saw him! He was on top of you! He had his hands down your fucking pants Jaxon!"

"Yeah, he did, and it felt really good! I liked it! Why is that so hard for you to understand?"

"But… but… how could you like it? After what dad did to you, how could you?"

"Oh yeah? How about you, Sam? He did it to you too, and longer too. But that doesn't stop you from going out at night and having sex, does it? That didn't stop you from having sex with Edward tonight, did it?"

Sam turned a dull red, and looked down. "I… I…"

"Al was… he was good to me. He was gentle. He was showing me it didn't have to be horrible. And it was nice. It felt really good. And I didn't get scared once! Now he'll probably never talk to me again, much less pick up where we left off! How could you, Sam? Why did you do it? Was I screaming? Was I struggling? No! I was about to come!" Then Jaxon broke off, realizing what he was saying, and gave an embarrassed sob. He tore past Sam and darted to the door, pausing long enough to throw Al an agonized look. "I'm so sorry, Al, please forgive me." And then he was gone.

By this time, Al struggled to his feet and pushed away from his brother. When Sam turned to follow him, he finally spoke, his voice slightly nasally from his swelling nose. "Sam… I… I wasn't hurting him, I swear…" And then, his face impossibly red, and not just from the blood still tricking from his nose, he squeezed past Jaxon's brother and followed the younger boy out.

Sam went to follow, but then Ed straightened slowly. "Stop right the fuck where you are." His voice was cold as ice.

Sam hunched, and paused.

"Let Al talk to him. I think you've done enough right now. Besides…."

As Sam was turning back to the room, eyes filled with guilt, Ed laid him out with a fist to the face. "That's for Al." He stood over the fallen boy. "If you ever, ever touch my brother again, I'll kill you." Then he stepped over Sam and stalked out the door. He went by the kitchen, picked up a clean hand towel, and went out onto the roof, since the front door was still locked. There, he found Al, snuffling back blood, holding Jaxon, who was huddled in his arms, weeping softly. Without a word, Ed handed Al the towel and left the two boys alone. By the time Ed made it back down, he was considerably calmer, and very thoughtful.

He found Sam sitting in the living room, fully dressed, sitting on the couch, one hand to his chin. He thought sourly that he let his anger cloud his judgment. He'd meant to make Sam's nose bleed too.

"As soon as Jaxon comes down, I'll take him home. I… I'm really very sorry, Edward." Sam said in a subdued voice.

Ed gave a sigh and threw himself down in the next chair. "You don't have to do that. I'm not sorry I hit you, but I am sorry I threatened you. I really didn't mean it. Unless, of course, you ever hurt Al again."

Sam hunched again, reminding Ed of a turtle.

"Look, Sam," he said softly, leaning forward. "I'm not mad anymore. I understand why you did it. After what happened to the both of you… I would have done the same. But you hit my brother. I…" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Please stay. Once Jaxon calms down, he'll understand too. And I know Al already does. Probably did the moment he hit the wall. Just…. Next time… please don't go off half cocked. Please."

Sam looked down at his hands. "I really fucked up. And not just tonight either, Ed."

"And you think I haven't? Damn, Sam, I was fucking you right next to my brother's bedroom. That hardly leaves me in the running for the Brother of the Year Award, now, does it."

"Actually, I was about to fuck you," Sam said dryly, and smiled weakly. "I… I didn't know Jaxon knew about my… nocturnal activities." He was blushing fiercely. "And I still want to jump his shit for… I mean, he's only fourteen. But I know that's just my big brother instincts coming out. If Jaxon finds pleasure in Al's touch, and it helps him over what happened, I'm… glad. Or rather, I know I should be, but it's hard. So hard."

"If it makes you feel any better, I wanted to scratch Jaxon's eyes out. Because… well, you know. But I can hardly twit my brother about having sex, when I was right next door doing the same thing." Ed closed his eyes wearily. In truth, seeing Al like that with someone else had shafted him right through his heart. But this day was bound to come sooner or later. And from here on out, it would only get worse.

"Oh, Ed, I… I didn't think…" Sam said softly.

Ed simply waved a hand in dismissal.

A few moments later, Al and Jaxon came down from the roof. Al had lent the boy the shirt he was wearing, since Jaxon had run out of the bedroom without his. When the younger boy stood before his brother, eyes lowered, face and eyes and nose red from crying, and opened his mouth, Sam interrupted him.

"Jaxon, I'm sorry." He looked up wearily at Al. "I…I'm sorry I hit you, Alphonse. I know you would never hurt him, it was just…"

Al was beet red, all blush this time. The towel had done its work. "I do understand. It's okay." He examined his toes, wishing he were anywhere but here. "Look, it's rather late, and I'm sure the two of you have a lot you want to talk about. Why don't you both take my room, and I'll bunk with Niisan tonight. Okay?" And without waiting for a reply, he fled into his brother's room.

"Yeah," Ed said softly. "Everything will look brighter tomorrow morning, okay?" And he followed Al.

As he quietly closed the door to soft voices in the living room, Ed saw Al struggling into one of his shirts. Then, without ever looking at his brother, Al scampered over to Ed's bed, shoved the forgotten magazine off the bed, and huddled deep into the covers, completely out of sight.

Ed sighed, and slipped into the other side of the bed, and reached for his brother.

Al gave a grunt of denial and shied away.

"Al, come on, don't be like that. Come here." And he forced the younger boy into his arms, breathing deeply. He still felt white hot jealousy every time he remembered his brother making love to Jaxon. Even though he knew his wants and desires would never, ever come true, he still had dreams. His heart ached now to know that Al's first intimate kiss had been given to someone else, as had his first tentative sexual advances. Those were dreams that were now lost to the older brother.

"Niisan," Al said against his neck, voice thick with tears. "I'm… so embarrassed. And… and… I made trouble for Jaxon and his brother. I…"

"Shhh, Al," Ed said comfortingly. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, really. Hell… I was…" Ed coughed. "And Sam and Jaxon will be fine. You did a good thing tonight. I saw Jaxon. He liked what you were doing to him. He did. And that's a good thing. Jaxon's had a very tough life, and…"

"I know about his father."

Ed blinked. Al and Jaxon had been very busy tonight.

"And he knows about me."

"I see." Yes, very busy indeed. The last made him almost as uncomfortable as knowing that Al was having sex with someone else. But hell, he'd done the same thing with Sam earlier. There was an irony the both sets of brothers got along so well that all four had revealed their deepest and darkest secrets to each other.

"Jaxon and I told each other all our secrets." Al's voice was still muffled against Ed's neck. He was no longer struggling. Al's body was softening, molding itself to his older brother's. "I really like him, and I hope I haven't spoiled everything. I know you like Sam too. Obviously."

Ed coughed again. "Yeah. I do."

There was a long moment of silence, and Ed began to regret their positions. The hash was still very much in his system, and Al was so very close. He could actually feel his brother's soft nascent penis pressing against his leg, and it was making his anything but soft. Ed was so hard he was throbbing. And if Al shifted just a little, he would discover this.

"So," Ed began a little desperately, searching for something to talk about as he subtly began to shift his hips away, "what did you think? You know, with Jaxon…" He trailed off. Why the hell did he have to bring that up?

Especially when he felt his brother shiver, and that soft warm heavy mass against his leg began to stiffen slowly as Al replayed the previous events in his mind.

"I… I wasn't sure at first. The kisses were really nice, once we got past the awkwardness and laughter. You know how I like to kiss, and Jaxon's mouth…" Ed felt the heat of his brother blush against his throat. Al suddenly felt his own now full-blown erection pressing against his brother's leg, and was horrified. He gave strangled yelp and flung himself out of Ed's arms.

Ed caught him again and drug him back into his arms, his hash fueled desires getting the best of him. "Relax, Al, it's normal. See?" And he blatantly pressed his own erection against his brother's softening one. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity; to rub softly against his beloved brother under the guise of normal male hormones. But Ed knew he was anything but normal. Al was breathing harshly in his ear, and he was hardening again as his older brother began to sensually thrust against him.

"Oh, Niisan," Al moaned, lost in the sensation and unable to think. "That feels so good… Ah, harder, harder. I love you so much."

And Ed lost his head. He rolled on top of Al, and began to thrust in earnest, one hand tangled in his brother's hair, the other sandwiched between the bed and Al's body, tightly gripping the younger boy's rear and pulling him hard to his body with every thrust. "I… I love you too, Al," he said thickly, just before his mouth crushed Al's and his tongue was hot and insistent in his brother's mouth.