At first, Alfons can express little more than surprise; but when Edward shows no sign of relenting in his mockery, he grows annoyed. "Oh be quiet!" he snaps, flicking a bit of toast at the older boy's head.
He doesn't. If anything, Edward laughs harder. Brat. Fantasies of revenge swim to the surface and Alfons fixes Edward with a sidelong glance.
It is without warning that the younger boy launches himself across the table, dishes rattling merrily; he makes a wild grab for Ed's ponytail, fingers flailing. Edward ducks out of the way just in time, toppling off his chair with breathy wheeze and he scrambles to his feet.
"Ha! Missed me!" Edward, voice tinged with glee, cheeks flushed, honey colored eyes bright with something Alfons has rarely seen before. As he scampers ebulliently out of the kitchen door; Alfons tears after him, teeth gritted with determination; feet thumping in the hallways, no heed paid to the complaints of neighbors above, below, on either side…they don't matter.
"You little…" the German growls, chasing Ed into the bedroom
"What did you call me?" Ed skids to a halt and whirls around to face Alfons. He opens his mouth to reveal tiger teeth and a temper to match, but Alfons doesn't let him. He tackles the boy, shoving him down onto the bed they share and pins him down.
"Hey!" Edward protests, squirming beneath the weight. A cornered animal has no choice but to bite, eyes wide, head snapping back as he jerks beneath the grip. No leverage, Alfons knows; the boy can't escape.
"Gotchya!" Alfons crows triumphantly before adopting a sly look that is all jackal grins and hungry amorous stares. He pins Edward's arms down by his side and sits across his thighs to keep the older boy from escaping and he bends forward, lips parting, teeth seeking shirt buttons. He tugs them, one by one, until the fabric falls away, revealing the smooth expanse of skin that lurks beneath the carapace of clothing.
"I think," Alfons murmurs, teeth releasing the leather straps that hold Edward's false limb in place, ignoring Edward's interjected cavils (they're all a part of the game, after all), "that it's time for you to give me my present."
The ersatz appendage falls away and Alfons is left with a free hand.
It strays and creeps, errant as the digits fumble for the side table drawer; lips preoccupied by their conquest of flesh. Alfons' fingers find what they are looking for and he draws the object out, the rope uncoiling into a soft pile on the pillow. Before Ed can protest, Alfons grasps the end and winds the thick woven fibers around Ed's remaining wrist.
A quick jerk and some skillful maneuvering later, Ed is bound firmly to the headboard, helpless to stop Alfons' nomadic fingertips.
His tongue does worse, however, straying across Edward's neck, traces saliva over his jaw to lap tentatively behind Edward's ear. Edward forgets about flailing and disintegrates…dissolves, flesh trembling with awakened nerves.
Poison apple lips peel back to reveal the deadly weapon concealed behind the flesh. Tongue darting tenaciously from it's point of ambush, flicking against the shell of Edward ear and the boy squeals . Alfons' bones sing; an excitement that shocks through his entire existence.
He has never heard Edward make a noise like that before.
He appoints it his conquest to drag it out of the older boy as many times as he can.
Fabric rustles and Alfons takes his time, sliding the pants down over Edward's hips and Edward kicks his feet, impatient as always. The older boy is a dominant being, his views on sex fiercely intertwined with his pride. It is not often that Alfons gets to top; might as well make it last.
He takes the few extra seconds to remove Edward's pants completely, leaving the boy dressed only in his boxers.
Expertly, he reaches down to the artificial leg and releases a couple clasps. The leg comes away easily enough, and Alfons sets the prosthetic aside, nudging it under the bed with his toes. He trails his fingers lightly over the remaining stump, almost fondly.
It says something about Edward's trust, that he lets the younger boy remove his limbs and allows himself to be completely at Alfons' mercy.
He is filled with a sudden overwhelming fondness for the boy beneath him and he bends down to place a chaste kiss on the truncated limb. It's followed by another and another, each climbing higher than the last and Alfons kisses his way slowly up Edward's inner thigh, silent satisfaction found in the way the older boy trembles and kicks beneath each touch.
He lips at the edge of the boxers, when he reaches them, and takes the fabric in his teeth, giving it a sharp tug. And ah hah! There it is! Edward writhes and that gorgeous sound is echoing off the ceiling as the material rubs against the older boy's obvious erection.
Alfons takes mercy on the boy, if only to reward him for squirming so deliciously, and pulls the boxers out and away to finish removing them. Edward shudders visibly beneath him, and informs Alfons that this situation is hardly fair. Edward is confined and constricted and utterly bare and Alfons has yet to remove a single article of clothing. The younger boy smirks and works at the buttons of his own shirt, tails slipping from the restrictions of his pants and feathering over Edward's naked thighs.
One long gruesome pale scar rents its way down the center of Alfons' chest.
Operation, He'd whispered to Edward, the first time the older boy had seen it, but had refused to explain further, in turn, he did not begrudge Edward, the times when the older boy twisted and curled into himself, phantom eyes and nostalgic expressions usurping his naturally attractive features. He did not press for information and Edward returned him the same courtesy, and they both hung suspended in a void of unshared secrets.
He shudders; remembering the way Edward had ghosted temperate digits across the marred flesh; had unbuttoned his own shirt to reveal similar scars, none so repugnantly huge, but the sheer number was overpowering. What life, what violent, macabre misadventures must this pseudo-stranger have led to gather such a collection of blemishes?
Imperfections criss-cross their way across Alfons' lover's entire body, and Alfons can do nothing but love him for them.