Phoenix Rising
Chapter 14
Al hadn't felt this breathless since the day he was given his body back. He couldn't think. Every nerve ending in his body pulsed with life and sensation. He stumbled backwards, the slightly mossy bole of an enormous vine keeping him from falling backwards altogether. So befuddled was he by his brother's kisses that he didn't even begin to wonder where the hell this secluded little grove had come from. To be perfectly frank, he wouldn't have cared at the moment if he had.
As for Ed, the briefest of smiles lit his face as he trailed his lips down the smooth curve of Al's cheek. Good old Sam. But that was all he could spare for his friend. Right now he had something very important to do. His right hand slid slowly down his brother's shoulder. He should have only felt a numbness, metal cool against flesh, but glorious sensation screamed from his fingertips straight into his brain. He felt muted regret that such a marvelous weapon was gone forever, but he couldn't bring himself to really care. To touch Al with both hands, tactile and sensitive, was almost overwhelming. Al was so silken. So warm, and velvety over steely muscle… so alive!
"I love you," he whispered against the satiny warmth of Al's neck. "I love you, Al, so much." He pressed his brother more firmly into the slick surface of the vine, one knee sliding gently between Al's spreading legs.
"Niisan," Al moaned, overwhelmed by sensation. For three long and dreary years he'd only allowed the briefest of contact between himself and another living being, and then usually only to kill. He'd denied himself everything that could even be slightly pleasant; no touch, innocent or otherwise, against flesh, cloth, or the silken fur of a beloved kitten. Three long years of self imposed exile amidst the crowd of military. Now, every nerve ending in his body was exploding with feeling. The damp heat of his brother's lips sliding slowly from mouth to throat, sucking firmly, strong arms tightly around him, fingers clenched in his hair and slithering down his side to firmly grip a hard buttock, the muscled thigh pressing insistently between his legs, grazing a creation he'd not allowed in years. Al was hard. Achingly so. It had been so very long, and this was Ed! His brother, the love of his life, the center of his universe, no matter how he seemed to distance himself. And it was too much.
Niisan!
Al gasped, mewled, and then threw his head back with a hoarse shout as he was blinded by pleasure, shuddering violently in his brother's arms. And then he collapsed against the hard body against his own.
Ed gave a soft chuckle to feel the jerk and heat dampening both their pants from Al's unexpected release, gripped his brother's rear more tightly and lifted him more firmly against his own body. "Ah, sweetheart, you don't get out of it that easily," he murmured, easing Al gently backwards. The vine shivered, dipped obediently, cradling the younger Elric's body more snugly.
All Al could see was the blur of green and gold surrounding them, tears trickling from his eyes to moisten his cheeks, arms outflung and upheld by curling tendrils of leaves, legs falling apart to rest against the gleaming bark beneath his body. He wept softly to feel Ed's body lightly atop his own, warm lips caressing mouth and cheek and throat, his brother's hands easing so lovingly below his clothes, soft snick of button and snap, cool air caressing slowly exposed flesh. Words of love and tenderness assaulted his ears with aching sweetness. Promises, apologies, avowals flowed over his heated flesh in whispering gusts. And a single word escaped his own lips, filled with burgeoning hope.
Ed smiled, hovering over his brother, worshiping that hard, yet satiny body, once pristine, but now as crisscrossed by faint scars as was his own. He refused to let remorse sidetrack him; later was soon enough to grieve for the soft, velvety curvaceous youth Al had been three years ago. Now was the time to learn and adore the battle hardened body that he now held, and would never let go again. And then that soft cry against his hair.
"Koi…"
And then Ed too began to weep softly, to hear that endearment, sense the vulnerability beneath him, knowing a fearful and lonely heart was opening to him slowly, shyly, like the bud of a flower. He felt arms slipping around his sides, calloused hands sinking into his loose hair and clutching the back of his nightshirt, sleek legs lifting to wrap around his, toes nudging the backs of his thigh.
His lips moved lower, feeling wetness moistening his belly as he found one pink and tender nipple, mouth lipping, tongue flickering, and a soft gentle bite.
Al gasped, head lifted, fingers tightening, toes curling into warm cotton. His hips lifted, excitement stirring once more between his legs. "Niisan… god, Niisan…" He moaned helplessly, held enthralled by his brother's sleepy and tender passion. Instinctively, his hand left his brother's hair to tug ineffectually on the offending garments separating him from his beloved's warm flesh.
And it was Al's turn to find the closures of his brother's clothes, and hear the soft whisper of them sliding free and away. Calloused fingertips ran across velvet over iron, exquisitely aware of flesh which had once been steel, ecstatically knowing that this was Niisan, brother, lover, and friend.
Drugging kisses were exchanged; wet and deep, and the caresses were slow and languid and sensual. Heat stirred between them, rose in a column of fire. Skin to skin, lip to lip, both of them lost in a haze of blissful and sweet sensation.
Breath shuddering in his throat, Ed leaned up for a moment, and watched himself slide across his little brother's body, watched two swords meet in passion instead of war, understanding that he'd been given a great gift; the miracle of having his brother, his Al where he should have been all along. At his side, and in his arms. He lifted himself, feeling an inexplicable wetness rising inside himself, even as fingers touched and stroked, tickled and probed and discovered that Al was just as moist, just as ready as he was. But he didn't linger on the oddity of it all; they were both, after all, men. But nothing mattered right now except Al, and his brother's heat and desire, burning along side his own.
But as he poised himself to slide down on an unbearably hard spike, he paused and saw the hunger, the hesitant yearning in his brother's eyes. Despite the night just past, the almost holy exchange of hearts, there was still a tiny kernel of doubt in Al. A terrible questioning that all this was too good to be true, and must either be a beautiful dream, or the horrible reality of Ed simply giving of himself to please and nothing more.
Ed smiled softly. No, soon Al would know completely that they belonged together.
He took his brother's strong hand, and wrapped it around his aching cock. "Feel that, Al?" He whispered huskily against his lover's lips. "Can you feel how much I want you?"
"N…Niisan…" Al moaned, feeling the pulse of his brother's heartbeat, his brother's desire in his hand. He stroked him lovingly. "Yes… oh god, yes."
Ed whimpered at the sensation screaming up from his groin, and could barely think. "Al… please… I need you. God, I love you so much." And he did. He burned for his brother's touch, his brother's kisses, his brother's ardent desire and love. He wasn't sure he could wait much longer before he took what he needed; to give himself to the brother that had loved him so long and so innocently for so long.
Al gave a soft laugh, the doubt and fear vanishing from his mind. He shifted, taking Ed with him and it was Ed's turn to feel the smooth and glossy bark of the vine at his back before he began to feel too much to think anymore.
Al suddenly became deliciously and gently aggressive; his kisses, his caresses, his exploration of his brother's body, his brother's senses.
They moved together, completely harmonized in their growing desire and passion for one another. Al moved down slightly as Ed shifted up, and suddenly they were there together. Al gasped and moaned, feeling tight heat against his leaking tip. Ed groaned, laughed huskily, and thrust down upon his brother's erection. There was the briefest moment of resistance, and they were one, finally.
Al threw his head back, beautiful bronze eyes half closing in sheer pleasure as he was swallowed to the hilt in his brother's body. It was blindingly hot and wet and tight, and his body jerked at the sensations coursing through him. Ed's face was flushed below his, mouth open to pant in pleasure as he squirmed to deepen that thrust, to become closer still to his heart's true love.
"Al… please…" he gasped, unable to endure the frozen moment of unity a minute longer. He needed heat and friction and more pleasure. This was Al! At last, and after so many terrible misunderstandings and misjudgements, he finally was where he had wanted to be all along. Together, one with his brother. To hell with sin, to hell with propriety, to hell with society and it's expectations and demands. None of them understood what lay between them. And now, finally, and at long last, he did.
Sobbing, he arched up, demanding more, and Al was there to give it to him. The first thrust was hot, mindbendingly deep and shockingly pleasurable. There had been not even a hint of pain when Ed received his brother's cock. Not even a twinge. Truly, they had been made and meant for each other all along, no matter what accident of birth made them brothers and male. It had taken the gate to finally cast aside the inhibitions, doubts and fear. And together, they flew.
There was no dominance, no submission, save that of their hearts to each other. There was only give and take, take and give, on both their parts. Bodies shuddered and writhed, hands pawed and gripped and caressed, mouths licked and kissed and bit and sucked, and neither one of them was sure where one ended and the other began.
At a particularly intense thrust, Ed bit his brother's shoulder firmly. It had to be Al's shoulder, it couldn't possibly have been his own, and yet, he felt the bite, clear to his toes. And Al, he thrust, he delved, he retreated and drove home anew, and felt each and every penetration as if it were his own.
Leaves rustled, birds began to chirp and warble and sing, flashing wings and flirting tails as they darted amongst the vines and branches, a cacophonic back drop to the gasps and moans, pants and cries and finally screams of pleasure the two brothers were helpless to hold back.
Ed arched, so close! He pulled Al closer, not even giving a thought to the sudden appearance of the birds, and bit Al's throat softly. "More… more..." he panted. His hot and aching organ was sandwiched between their bellies being rubbed relentlessly but it was still not enough. "More…"
'N… Niisan…" Al gasped, and then bit back a shriek when Ed's hips jerked up, and deepened the ensuing thrust. "Yes… god yes…"
It was suddenly harder, wetter, even more passionate. The slap of flesh against flesh mingled like a melody with the birdsong and rustling wind. The escalating cries were like sweet lyrics to beautiful music. And when Ed threw back his head, screaming in pleasure, penis jerking between them, clenching and writing in unimaginable ecstasy, followed by the lower, bell like tones of his little brothers agonized cry of completion, it was the coda to the perfect love song.
The moment of madness passed, and they were still together, still united, body heart and soul. They lay panting in each other's arms, sweaty, spent, and sticky, and took a moment to recover their senses.
"God, Al," Ed moaned softly, so softly against his brother's damp and silken neck. "I love you so much. So fucking much…" And he was crying blessed relief. The pain, it was over. The heartache was gone. They were together. They were lovers; they were one. And no one, and nothing was going to tear that asunder.
"I love you." Al's response was low, heartfelt, and just as sincere and determined.
They were one.