My, How the Tables have Turned…Big Brother

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters…and junk…

A/N: I just had to do a kinkyish one with Al! I loved how it turned out. I like writing these brotherly moments…in Ed's POV.

My brother, Alphonse Elric, has the most gentlest of souls and the kindest heart. Smart, charming and slightly witty at times; clever far beyond his years and the rational one of the two of us. He's completely total opposite of me of course. But even so, the Elric temper resides deep with in him and rarely used.

I remember back all those before that fateful day, when it was just me, Win and him running around Resembool, carefree and innocent. And I distinctly remember me being the older brother…and Al being the little brother. He may be the voice of reason, but in my eyes, he's still me baby brother. It does not matter if he is married and has a kid at the mere age of 22. Let's not forget his mind is 24; he corrects me every time. I still feel regret over that minor error. And I will never forget when we tried to bring back mom. Al suffered far more than me and was a rattling suit of armor for four years. His body stayed behind the Gate, and never aged. I returned him to his body; he should have been15, but his body was that of a ten year old. It still haunts me.

Though he has thoughtfully reminded me that he does not mind looking younger, considerably how much taller he is than me. And people still think he's the older one! Geeze, people can be so shallow and uneducated.

I can remember fighting over who would marry Winry and I think he knew I had won that battle long ago, but that didn't stop him from giving me a swollen lip. I guess I deserved it after all those times I hit him in the head with books and smacked on him. My mother used to put me in the corner. My father would make me hold a bucket, till I was sorry. Though I don't remember ever truly being sorry, I just got too tired of holding the damn bucket

Bastard.

But all in all I learned a valuable lesson through all the things Al and I have been. He is indeed my little brother and it's my job to protect him…

After all, he's just 'wittle-baby Alphonse'.

Or so that's what I thought. I am trying really, really hard to continue thinking like that…

It started off as a usual Monday. I taught at the school, called into Central and gave a quick, useless report to the smug asshole that's my boss and eventually was on my way home. But I decided since I would be passing by, I might as well drop in on Al. I haven't heard from him all day. This is odd because Al calls me every day to check up. So me, being as protective as I am, again, decide to drop by his house.

Alphonse and Kate literally live about a ten minute walk from the Rockbell (now Elric) home. He lives in a small white house that resembles our old house, except it has a large, wrap-around porch. The skies are currently clear, this nice winter day, but I can feel it in my joints that something wet is coming.

I ascend up the old, wooden steps of his porch, not paying attention to the heavy step of my left metal foot. Yup, joints are getting stiff, meaning my left foot's going to drag slightly more that my right. Hate when that happens, it seems to draw more attention to my wife and brother.

I don't knock as I turn the knob of his door. That's one rule we have stated, we don't need to knock when entering each others houses, nor the wives. We are all family and there is nothing too strange any of us hasn't seen. Although Al would disagree, saying he has seem me and Winry in quite a few intimate moments; when he made some out-of-the blue visits. I think he over exaggerates, like all little brothers do.

"Al…" I call, as I enter the tiny foyer. I fling my brown trench off and throw it over a dinning room chair.

"Alphonse? You home?" I call looking into the kitchen to find no one is there. I can vaguely smell the scent of vanilla and jasmine through the house and find its reference coming from up stairs.

I climb the steep stairs, cursing my difficult foot. The scent is getting stronger and I can hear some music coming from Al's study. The thought occurred to me that Al was possibly working

Damn, was I wrong…

I could see the door was cracked to the study and in my opinion Al's current taste of music was quite sappy. I opened the door and peaked in just enough to get a view I was not at all prepared to see, or ever see in my life.

My little, sweet, baby brother was making love to his wife, Kate in the middle of the freakin' room, on the floor, with candles lit…the whole nine yards! I think I made a noise, a cross between a scream and a yelp. For a slit second I saw Al's back side and the glare of a greenish gold eye. Then a book came sailing into my face and I was knocked out cold.

"Oh, look your finally waking up, Ed. I tell you, you and Al make the stupidest rules, you know that?" I heard a soft, sarcastic female voice.

I cracked an eye open to see Kate dabbing my eye with a wet wash cloth. "Huh?" was all I could manage till I came to my senses. She really does look a lot like our mom, with her messy brown hair, flung to the side.

"An' you'd think after, two children of your own…you wouldn't be so childish about sex, Edward." She added, drawling out the last word. It made me cringe again at the thought. It was my little brother, for crying out loud! Little brothers don't hump the stuffing out of their wives! They are…little brothers that get picked on by their big brothers and fight about stupid things like who is tougher and who really cheats at card games.

Did I mention I really hate the word sex?!!

"Where's Al?" I ask, sitting up and grabbing the wash cloth from her.

"He's still upstairs and mortified. You could have just silently gone on your way…but that wouldn't be the style of Edward Elric, the full Metal Alchemist. Would it?" She smiled, jabbing my in the ribs.

"What's he mortified about?! Not only did I see his ass, but his wife's breats too! I should be mortified Kate, he's my little brother…and no it would NOT be my style." I grin back, getting up from the chair I was planted on. Kate was in her robe, which meant if he was so mortified, he wouldn't already be planning when to finish her off!

Gah! What the hell am I saying! This is Alphonse, I am talking about!

"Edward, you are impossible…don't know how Winry does it. I would have killed you by now!" Kate adds ever so thoughtfully.

I gazed into a small glass door of their china closet to see I had a gash above my blackened, swollen eye.

"Who threw the book? Their aim was better that Winry's! They even imagined to give me a shiner! She's going to be so jealous…" I say dryly, but with a twinkle in my eye.

Kate makes a disgruntled face and crosses her arms across her chest. "Al did…I always believed him when he said he was better at sports than you…why is Winry going to be jealous? You guys are really twisted, never mind don't tell me Ed. I don't want to know."

I gave her sly grin and strolled past her to go talk to my brother. I found him still in the study and it was his turn to be in his boxers, a rarity for him but a habit that only belonged to me. He was sitting at his desk scribbling in a journal.

"I think we need to change that rule, brother…" Al spoke. He knew I was there by my steps. Al has excellent hearing. He did not look up.

"Yeah…about that…I am sorry Al…it's not like I planned to see all of that…I don't want to know…I just…" Why was I fumbling with words?

"Brother, I remember when I walked in on you and Winry and truthfully, no I didn't want to see my big brother naked and doing that kind of stuff…because I looked up to you. Like you still think of me as little old Al. But I was happy for you…and I still look up to you, even after all that has happened…an' I hope you can still look at me as if I am still little old Al…I just grew up …" At that moment, I could actually see and hear how my brother had become a man. His voice was still soft and gentle, but deep and wise too.

And as usual he was right… I still don't know why he's the one making all the damn fuss. I snort and step into the room, taking a seat at the side of Al's neat desk.

"Alphonse, you are still my little brother…just not so little anymore. I will still treat you the same, scarred for life, but I still think of you as the little whiny tattle tail. An' you and Kate are right, we should bend our little rule…" I grin, showing all of my teeth and rumpling a flesh hand into his hair.

He smiled slightly, but then frowned. "But geeze brother did you have to go and make a scene?" He shrieked, punching me in the left arm.

"Kate nearly had a heart attack, as well as I! It was just an impulse to throw the book…heh heh…didn't have time to draw a circle…" He chucked.

I smiled again and thought maybe nothing had really changed. Al sounded a whole ten years again.

But still, the tables have turned…

Just a little…

And from that moment we did change our stupid rule. If the door was closed and the lights were down, for the love of science, alchemy and all things natural, knock first…or just clap some hands and rearrange molecules. He never said anything about Not using alchemy…or books! I can't wait to get him back, only I won't use my flesh hand to toss one at him…

A/N: You know what to do!