Disclaimer: FMA no mine.
Author's Note: Just a little (very little) idea I had for my two favorite alchemists. XD This is set right after the movie—probably the Elric's first night together in Munich.
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Alphonse frowned lightly in the wake of the question, tilting his head in that way—the adorable, perplexed way that Ed had missed so much. Then, with the smallest of smiles, the younger boy knelt before his brother and cupped his hands around the cool weight of Edward's automail, pressing his lips to the chilled fingertips.
"Did you feel that?" he asked the other quietly, hazel eyes downcast and framed by thick lashes.
Ed, from his seat on the ancient mattress, flushed a brilliant hue of crimson before responding: "N—no…"
"But you know that I did it, right?" Al pressed, running his fingers ceaselessly over the smooth planes of steel. "You knew that I kissed you, even though you couldn't physically feel it?"
"I may not have been able to feel it physically," the older boy murmured, blonde locks spilling in bright waves over his shoulder: a cheerful shade of sunshine in comparison to his dark commoners' clothes. "But I felt it in my heart."
Alphonse beamed, face burning scarlet. "Exactly," he agreed, pressing the heavy prosthetic to his cheek. "And that was how I knew... I felt you in my heart."
Golden eyes warm with affection, Edward smiled, leaning forward; his forehead met his sibling's with an affectionate, comforting nudge. Crisp white linen, ratty ruby fabric, four pairs of woven gloves: all mixed as the pair embraced—a light, desperate sort of reassurance.
Alphonse closed his eyes, sighing contentedly.
"…I can feel you now, Brother."
Tears. Warm and wet and salty; denied. But Alphonse could feel them against his neck all the same, slipping beneath the collar of his black shirt. And he savored the tingling sensation as Edward tightened his hold: thankful, terrified, timid, never wanting to let go.
"I know, Al," he whispered, pressing his lips to his brother's throat. "I know."
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