Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
It was weird, to feel something inside him, pushing him, pleasuring him. It was weirder knowing that this thing was part of his own blood.
However, Edward Elric disregarded all this, because right now the only thing he knew were the earth-shattering shocks he felt whenever Al thrust inside him. His brother, Alphonse Elric.
Though he didn't mind at all that it was his very brother giving him this outstanding ecstacy. He didn't even think about the fact that this was his younger sibling lifting his bare hips to get easier access. Edward especially didn't notice that he was screaming loud enough for the people in the apartments around them to hear.
Those people never said anything, at least not to Elrics themselves. Every once in awhile, if you listened carefully, you might hear things beyond the walls. If it was quiet enough you might just be able to hear a quiet string of whispers sounding oddly like "Elrics", "lovers", and "incest".
Or maybe this was just your imagination. The same imagination that placed those lustful screams in your ear. The same imagination that caused you see the esteemed National Alchemist with his hair disheveled and his body flushed. The imagination that spread rumours of truth all throughout Central. This causes you to wonder. Does an imagination shared by everyone become a reality? Or does it just stay a common fantasy?
