Rating Information - Rated "MA" overall due to scenes of an explicit or disturbing nature. Meaning Boy on boy, with incest dabbled into there. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, you may press the back button. But if you do enjoy this type of 'kink' then please stay put. Thing are about to get bumpy in here.

Warning: Language. Alcohol. Slight Dub-con (just-to-be-safe). :X What have I done, poor Alphonse!

dubcon: Used in fanfiction to describe sexual situations of "dubious consent", where it's not exactly noncon (nonconsentual, e.g. rape), nor is it consensual.

!YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Turn back if you must!


Alphonse realized Melderic ambiguously reminded him of Major Armstrong. The thought brought a smile to his face, drawing the attention of the other two males. Al's smile stuttered along the edges as he resurfaced from his reverie.

"—and who is this?" Melderic questioned, his eyes flickering with marry mirth.

Reese smiled brightly turning towards Al, "Alphonse Elric. I'd like you to meet my very best friend, Melderic Evans."


Devil's Juice
(part two)

Alphonse stood there awkwardly trying to figure out what he should do with his hands. Meldric's smile stretched along his face as he observed Al's fidgeting. The much larger male gave no inclination towards Alphonse as he swooped forwards and grappled Al into a hug. The air rushed out of Alphonse's lungs from the constricting hold, an unintentional squeak of discomfort falling from his mouth along the way.

As fast as the hug was initiated, Melderic let go of the dazed blond with a hardy laugh. Ox like hands slapped playfully along Al's shoulders, making him stumble from the harsh impact.

"I feel like I already know you, Alphonse." Melderic stated, his voice booming with enthusiasm.

This peaked Alphonse's curiosity.

"How do you mean?" He inclined, tilting his head with his honestly genuine question.

Reese made a noise in his chest— it sounded to Alphonse like it hurt. A mixture of a cough and a sneeze combined together.

"He only means…" Reese tried to interrupt, but Mel would have no part in it.

"I mean what I said," The bulky blond grumbled while adjacently glaring towards Reese as he continued. "…considering how much Reese talks about you. I physically feel I should already know you…"

Reese mumbled something under his breath which sounded a lot like, "Oh god. Just kill me now," before his entire face manifested into a dusty-blush. Alphonse couldn't help but find the humor in the situation as he chuckled.

"Whelp, now that I've been totally mortified…. Where can I find the alcohol? Oh, next to the sink…" Reese spoke speedily, clearly uncomfortable and never truly looking towards Alphonse. "I'll just be over there… Getting drunk."

Alphonse found himself hiding his grin behind his hand as he watched the two men playful banter from the side lines.

"Reese's Pieces, don't be that way…" Melderic leered sweetly as Reese began walking away. Alphonse couldn't help but laugh at the term of endearment. It was too funny. Reese replied subtly by flipping Melderic off over his shoulder as he retreated further into the crowded kitchen.

Alphonse could tell the two men were really close to one another. Two-peas in a pod, he thought, as he realized he was left standing with the towering male. He grew gravely nervous at this realization.

"This guy…" Mel said nonchalantly waving his hand in Reese's direction before turning his attention fully onto Al. "He didn't even offer to get you something…"

"I-I-it's alright. I don't drink, really..."

Melderic barked a laugh at this. "You don't—? You don't drink?" His face fell thoughtful as he realized Alphonse wasn't joking around. "Seriously, you don't drink?"

Alphonse wrung his hands as he replied. "N-no. I've never really enjoy the taste of alcohol."

Melderic's expression twisted into something which looked confused but painful at Alphonse's declaration of sobriety.

"Then why are you at a fraternity party, other than not to drink?" The larger male was waving that thought off before he could finish speaking it, "You know what? Never mind. It doesn't matter! I'm going to show you something, dear boy, which will change your mind forever."

Melderic didn't give Alphonse a chance to react. The much larger male threw his bulky arm over Al's shoulder, drawing the petite male into Melderic's side.

"Have you ever tried *Jungle juice before?"


Forty-minutes later Alphonse sat mindlessly munching on the alcohol coated grapes inside his red plastic cup. They were mushy from sitting in a tub of fermenting 'punch'. Al was pleasantly surprised when Melderic served him the first cup of the juice concoction. He could hardly taste the alcohol residing inside. Mel reassured him there was liquor in it, but Alphonse could barely believe him. The drink was consequently sweet and held no bitter taste. It was pleasant to the palate.

Alphonse was on his fifth cup, and he was beginning to feel the familiar numbed tingles starting in his lips, signifying he was rapidly approaching being considerably drunk.

I should probably stop… Al thought almost as an afterthought. Popping another mushy fruit into his mouth, his tongue saturated by a dose of camouflage liquor. It was almost addicting, the delicious after taste of overtly sweet booze and fruit.

Alphonse had stolen away into the backyard, away from the roar of the party. He found a nice quiet spot, next to a tall tree, set further back in the yard. It was dark, it was calm, and Al could feel the liquor coursing through his veins. For the first in the longest of time Alphonse could remember, he felt relaxed and at ease.

The young man couldn't for the life himself, pinpoint where Reese was at this particular moment, having left him inside, where he and his friends played beer pong.

Reese's group of friends… Something else entirely… Alphonse thought reaching inside the plastic cup to eat another soppy grape, only to realize the cup was empty of fruit. The remaining liquor-infused-juice lingered towards the bottom. With a detached shrug, Alphonse chugged the rest of the liquid.

The juice was sweet, but the hints of hard-liquor resided heavily within that last sip. The thicken fluid burnt somewhat going down Alphonse's throat, making him shiver from the after-taste. Al always hated the taste of alcohol. It was the everlasting bitter flavor lingering on his tongue which always got him. The repugnant tang in the back of his mouth, and with every swallow he could taste it anew.

Disgusting, I need a glass of water. He thought skimming his hand over his flush-drunken face.

Alphonse realized standing from his seated position was not going to be an easy feat; considering his legs felt wobbly towards his knees. Somehow he managed to push himself off the ground to a kneeling position before swaying backwards and falling on his ass in the wet grass. An uncontrollable laugh bubbled forwards at the predicament Alphonse found himself in.

This is where Reese found him, laying sprawled out on the moist lawn of the backyard, under millions of twinkling stars, laughing hysterically to himself.

"There you are…"

Alphonse opened his eyes as he looked upwards towards the chuckle-mingled voice. Reese was standing above his head, upside down to the position Alphonse was laying in. This fact, to Alphonse's drunken hazy mind, only made the younger male laugh louder, as he rolled to his side clutching his stomach from his drunken chortles.

"You're u-u-upside down…" Al wheezed, trying to collect himself but was failing miserably.

Unbeknownst to the lunatic rolling around in the wet grass, Reese found Alphonse to be dreadfully adorable in his drunken state. Flushed cheeks, wet shirt and mused hair… Reese smiled towards Al as he sat down in the mushy lawn.

"What are you drinking? I've had almost an entire case of beer and you're drunker than me." Reese questioned easily as he bent to his knees and picked up Alphonse abandoned cup to give it a whiff. He pulled it away from his face sharply. A plastered smile stretching on his face as he did.

"Jungle juice? Who gave you Jungle juice? That shit is strong."

Having calmed down from his fits of giggles, Alphonse rolled onto his back again. Al was finding it hard to sit up, so he decided to lounge on the wet ground until his head stopped spinning.

"Mel, gave it to me."

Reese scoffed, "Of course he did."

Alphonse snorted. "-said it would put hair on my chest."

"Did he also mention, the raging hangover you'll be experiencing tomorrow? This shit is 190 proof Everclear, Al."

Alphonse deadpanned Reese as the other male leaned slightly over Al's reclined person. Reese's pale eyebrow raised, disappearing beneath his dark hair. Alphonse couldn't help it, (he blames the alcohol) he started laughing again.

"You are drunk, my friend."

He is, without a doubt in his mind… Drunk.

Yes, entirely drunk. He thought, a lazy smile pulling on the boy's flustered cheeks.

"Yes I am. –Entirely." Alphonse replied proudly. The lopsided smile never leaving his face as he spoke with a drunken lull to his cadence. Raising his arms above his head, he arched his back off the ground in a cat like stretch before groaning his truthful reply, "It feels so, good."

"Alphonse." Reese mumbles lowly, unexpectedly a lot closer than Alphonse's drunk mind previously assumed. His heat of his breath was close enough to feel and it made Alphonse flutter his hazy eyes open. When had he gotten so close…? Alphonse questioned through the intoxicated cloud hanging about his head, his blond eyebrows swooping downwards in confusion. His heart palpitated loudly in his burning ears. His arms were still above his head, in a subdued position with Reese's lengthy limbs bracketing Alphonse into the sodden earth.

"Reese?" Al's question sounded a whole lot more clear-headed than he felt. His lungs, though, wouldn't work at the proximity of his friends face.

So close… filtered through Alphonse's mind, his vision slipping down towards Reese's parted mouth and then back up. Alphonse watched Reese's (too) green eyes darken before he was pressing forwards in a demanding kiss. It wasn't a timid caress, it was anything but that. It left Alphonse completely confused and utterly turned on in his drunk stupor. Reese stuck his tongue into his mouth. It was uncoordinated, it was sloppy with saliva and friction, teeth bumping together and Reese's tongue warm, against the roof of Al's mouth.

Reese tasted of beers and a faint tang of mint. It should've been a revolting flavor, but Alphonse was moaning and wrapping his numbed arms around Reese's neck. Almost like a ghost moving in a dream.

The world grew dim around the edges and narrowed down to their blurred feelings. Alphonse could feel, Reese's tongue ring (he didn't even know he had) toying with his own slick muscle in his mouth. It came as a startling surprise, one that left his mind reeling.

This is a mistake. Alphonse's consciousness echoed. He knew logically this wasn't right, but his subconscious (the mind which was driving the show) couldn't find a care in the world. Alphonse's blood coursed like carbonation, bubbling under his skin and he didn't care anymore, he wanted more. He felt so needy from want, practically drunk on all the feeling coursing through him.

Their lips split apart with a wet sound, and Alphonse was sucking air into his lungs with a greedy vengeance. One of Reese's hands, damp from the moist ground, tangled in Alphonse's short hair, pulling his mouth back to be claimed once again.

The drunk male was lost to it all; pinned to the ground by Reese's heavy body. He wasn't sure how long the kiss lasts, his mind gone in a haze of pleasure and sloshed-vacancy. But somewhere deep inside himself, Al knew he shouldn't be doing this. Biting and sucking at Reese's mouth with such veneration; as if he were a saint coming to wash away Alphonse's many sins with his tongue alone. Owing to the fact Alphonse should want it. To clean the slate, to forgive and forget his past offences. To atone by his brother's wishes to live separate lives.

Shouldn't Alphonse try to forget? Wasn't that what Edward wanted?

Reese's hand high up on his thigh startled Al out of darkening thoughts. Reese's hand slide even further upwards until it brushing against the prominent bump of Al's erection. Alphonse's guilty thoughts flew out the window as he desperately tried to keep from making a sound, when all he wanted to do was press up into Reese's giving palm.

"Fuck Al," Reese says hotly against Alphonse's parted mouth. "You're so hard."

Warning bells echoes inside Alphonse's head. A tight ball of tension made itself known in his stomach. This is wrong… This is all wrong. His insides said with urgency. You're using him…

Alphonse eyes ripped open, his vision blurry with unshed tears. Reese was licking and sucking patterns at Al's neck, palming him with slight strokes through his jeans. He couldn't help the involuntary moan at the feeling of Reese's tongue along the outer shell of his ear. A jolt of sensitivity rocked through the smaller male as Reese licked along the helix-arch before finding the lobe and giving a sharp tug. Alphonse let out an embarrassing ragged moan, skin flushed from arousal and the jungle juice he'd consume readily.

A hand at Alphonse's belt sent his heart into a pounding pace. The warning bells were back, louder this time. Screaming in his head, 'Stop! Not right. All wrong…' But he couldn't find his voice, instead he fisted the grass next to his head. The waxy-wet feeling, sticking to his fingers distracted him long enough for Reese to open his pants and reveal his erection to the night's air.

Alphonse didn't understand how this had escalated so quickly. He wrenched his eyes closed trying to ignore his surroundings as his head swam in a drunk haze.

With no warning given, Reese slithered down Al's shivering body and swirled his wet tongue around the tip of his organ, and then into the boy's moisten slit. It was like a punch to the stomach, all the air left Alphonse in one fell-swoop as his head knocked backwards. His hands tightened in the grass, ripping and uprooting chunks in his fist.

Reese chuckled darkly, his voice rumbling with it, "Alphonse…" His hot mouth never leaving the soft expanse of Al's throbbing flesh. "Open your eyes."

The alarm was sounding again. Near deafening. The voice is wrong… wrong. All wrong. It's not right. Alphonse's mind shrieked as he shook his head in a universal no motion, while squeezing his eyes close tighter.

Reese's warm hand precipitously gripped Alphonse's erection in a loosen grip. Al bit his bottom lips to stop the whimper from whaling out of his mouth. His bleary eyes slithered open on their own accord and his intoxicated cognizance had to take a couple seconds to reboot to realize, Reese's dark green eyes were watching him hungrily.

Wrong. Al's mind yelled. This is all wrong… it's not… not… supposed be happening.

Even through the woozy daze, Alphonse knew Reese held honest feelings for him. And by allowing Reese to continue on in this act, when Al only could muster small-fleeting feelings for the other male, it was entirely wrong. Alphonse understood he was using Reese for his own pleasure, and it was fucking disgusting, nevertheless he couldn't bring himself to tell Reese to stop.

"You're beautiful like this." Reese admitted breathlessly. His greedy eyes taking in what he could of the boy spread out before him.


"Look at you." Edward spoke, his eyes touching every bit Alphonse's bare skin before him. "Perfect."


The memory flashed before his eyes, back from the time when his brother shared his intimate touches for the very first time.

The fragmented flash left a burning in his cheeks, and a pit of arousal growing wildly in his stomach. With his eyes clenched shut, he could almost pretend it was his brother before him looking and wrenching such passion from him.

A moan fell from his lips as the fever broke out over his flesh. His arousal twitched inside Reese's tightening grasp.

"So fucking pretty…" Reese mumbled hotly, hand moving up and down, stroking slowly at first before picking pace up at the sounds of Al's mewing breaths. Alphonse thrust up into Reese's hand unintentionally. All the muscles in his stomach quivering with every downward stroke. He was subsequently more sensitive because of his drunken state.

The growing eagerness budding within the smaller males belly expanded as Reese's hot mouth came into play again; stroking his aroused flesh in time to his lapping and suction. The dark-haired male went back and forth, deep strokes, again and again, with that wickedly talented pierced tongue laving at the sensitive underside. Alphonse cried out when he realized Reese wasn't even stopping to breathe.

Alphonse had an epiphany as he came; gripping tightly to the grass by his sides. An insight of self-realization of how selfish he was being with everyone in his life. He was disgusted with himself, having cause the one person he loved the most in world to run away from him. To only try and bury those feelings of abandonment in another man's arms. He was revolted because he had turn into everything he loathed.

A selfish, self-centered, manipulative, person.

Alphonse didn't know how he managed it, but all of a sudden he was standing, looking down towards a very confused Reese.

"Al?" Reese called, the worry lining his voice keenly and Alphonse simply couldn't stand it. He looks away, tucking himself unceremoniously back into his pants.

He could feel tears wanting to flow, making his throat sticky with uncertainty.

"Alphonse?" Reese questioned again but Al merely flinched and turned to leave like the coward he was turning out to be.

"I-I-I hav'ta go." He slurred, tongue thick in his mouth.

A hand around his wrist stops him, "Alphonse wait. Let me—"

Al felt something sharp inside of himself snap as he ripped his hand away. "No, just don't." He looked frantic, chest heaving with excretion. "Just… Just leave me alone."

He didn't know how he managed it, but he made his way out of the backyard and down to the end of the street. He felt like crying, ranting or punching something. He was so angry with himself. Why did I let Reese… fuck! Alphonse ranted in his head, gripping his hair with both his hands and crying out his frustration. Glancing back up the street, where the house party was still roaring, Alphonse realized he needed to get out of there. Reese was bound to come looking for him.

He needed to go home. Away from this screwed up mess of a day, in which he only had himself to blame.


Every step he took Alphonse felt lead weights tied to his feet dragging him down. His entire world swam in a dizzy whirlwind from all the alcohol in his bloodstream. Yet, somehow he managed to make his way to his apartment building. It had been no easy feat, having to stop half way to throw-up the entirety of his stomach on the side of the road.

To say the least, Alphonse felt like utter shit. He was so very tired. Exhausted enough (in his drunken stupor) to sit down on the red painted steps leading up into the equally redbrick building.

Just a moment… I need just a moment. Unperceived to the clearly intoxicated male, Alphonse's hazy hazel eyes fluttered shut as his body slump sideways on the uncomfortable stairs.

In matter of seconds Alphonse passed out cold on the staircase, drunk off the devil's juice.

To be continued… (next time in Edward's POV)


What do you want me to say?
I'm not doing so well today
But I could lie and tell you
What you wanna hear

What do you expect me to do?
Get on my knees and cry for you
When I had finally found the way
Without you

You don't have to call anymore to check up on me
While I'm in the middle of a slow recovery
The doctor says I need to take better care of me
So I'm trying, yeah, I'm trying.


A/N: I know, I know... I said there would be interaction with Edward and Alphonse this time but I just couldn't make it flow right. I decided to dedicate the whole next chapter to the boy's reunion of sorts.

(I'm going to go stand over here with my face turned into a wall... Don't mind me.)

Please feel free to throw ample hatred towards Reese. I know Edward does (and so do I). :P


1. Jungle Juice/Devil Juice: The exotic sounding cocktail called jungle juice. This alcoholic concoction is enough to give you a good wake up call. Stephen Kittredge Cunningham's, The Bartender's Black Book is the holy Bible for bartenders worldwide, and the book lists the recipe for this cocktail in neat detail. The cocktail involves soaking a large bowl of freshly cut seasonal fruits in large quantities of grain alcohol, preferably Everclear. Adding soda is completely optional and if you do not want to dilute the punch in any manner, steer clear of it. The strongest Everclear has 195 percent alcohol by volume and is banned in several American states. The weaker 151 version is usually the one considered best for mixing. Despite the scary alcohol facts on the cocktail jungle juice, if the drink is mixed correctly, you'd in no way be able to guess its alcoholic potency. Which can be considered very dangerous.


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