Fandom: FMA
Title: Hiding From The Truth
Pairings: Elricest, Roy/Al
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, hard yaoi, angst

Author's Notes: AU

Word Count: 2,439

Status: Incomplete
Disclaimer: When pigs fly.

Summary: The Elrics' quest has ended, they are restored, and find a sweet and forbidden love. But when Ed begins to fear society's wrath, he pushes Al away and into the arms of another man.

Hiding From the Truth

Chapter 2

Mustang remained silent as Al shopped in the commissary, stunned. Fullmetal had fucked his brother. And he was amazed that Al had even said one tenth to him of what he had. Surely the boy couldn't be that naïve, that innocent, not to realize that when Ed gave his brother the new ways of hugging and kissing, so messy, that he was having sex with him. But he looked down into Al's clear luminous bronze eyes and wondered. Al had been locked into that armor when he was only ten. Already the two of them had crossed the line obviously, if they were hugging and kissing forever and holding hands privately then. And once in armor, Al had lost all ability to feel. He'd completely by passed puberty and all the little quirks that went with it. And through it all, Ed had kept hugging and kissing forever and holding his hand. And through those years, when Al should have been coming to terms with the changes in his own body, learning about life and love and sexual passion, he'd been too busy fighting and watching people die around him, and struggling so hard. And now that he had his body back, he'd been thrust, all unknowing into the body of an almost adult, with raging hormones and confusing emotions. But Ed had come to terms with his own body during that time, and afterwards, he knew what was happening. And had tried to put a stop to things without hurting his brother's feelings even more. He wondered what it had been like for Ed, having Alphonse swarming all over his body, hot and excited and not understanding at all what was happening, but loving it so much because at last he was feeling something. Ed had never really been good at denying his little brother something that really mattered. Al had said he'd tried not to let his brother know how stopping the pleasure had hurt his feelings, but Al's eyes were large and clear windows to his sweet and pure soul. There was no way he could have hidden that from his brother. Mustang knew that when Al turned those sweetly begging eyes his way, Roy caved like a piece of tissue paper. And Edward was in love with his brother. That much was obvious from Al's tale. Edward had always been in love with Al. And was struggling so hard to do the right thing, even in the face of his beloved brother's wants. Even in the face of knowing his brother was in love with him too.

After Al stowed his purchases away, they continued on in companionable silence, but Mustang was thinking furiously. It was a long walk to Al's house, but Mustang had a lot to think about. When they passed the dorms, and Al almost shrank to his side, he was surprised.

"What's wrong, Alphonse?" He asked.

"This is the part I don't like," the boy said softly. "The men and women here are always trying to touch me, entice me inside. But since that first time, when that one soldier tried to kiss me, I never stop to talk to anyone here anymore."

At Mustang's heated frown, he hastened on. "Oh, they're not mean to me, but I don't want them to touch me like that. I don't like it when others touch me that way. It makes me uncomfortable."

"But your brother touching you doesn't." It was a statement, not a question.

"Oh, no. I love his touches, his kisses, his body. He's the only one I let touch me that way. There are not many I would let do that to me, what Niisan did." The boy drew a deep breath when they were past, not surprised that he had gone by unmolested. The General was with him, after all.

Mustang frowned. "Do I make you uncomfortable, Alphonse? When I touch you?"

"Oh, no. I like your touches. Almost as much as Niisan's. You are one of the few I would let touch me the way he does." Al's cheeks were pink, and he smiled up at the older man.

Mustang swallowed. Alphonse would let him touch him? Kiss him? Thrust his hard cock into his warm and succulent little body? The man shuddered, wanting nothing more than to do exactly that. But Fullmetal would kill him if he did. Of that he had no doubt. Suddenly, he put his hand on the boy's arm, halting their progress.

Al looked up. "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk, Alphonse," and the man's voice was implacable.

"But we are talking," Al protested.

"Privately." And without further ado, Mustang steered Al into the main admin building, where he commandeered a very private conference room used for sensitive meetings, where he knew what he was about to stay to Alphonse would really just be between the two of them.

"Are you mad at me, sir? Because of what I said about liking you?" The boy was hesitant.

"No, Alphonse, not at all. But there are some questions I need to ask you."

Al nodded slowly, his face pale.

"Have you told anyone else about what you and your brother do and have done when you're alone?"

Al shook his head. "Just you, sir."

"I think, as things are, that you should call me Roy when we're alone, okay? Now, why did you tell me?"

Alphonse gave him a sweet and wistful smile. "Because I know you love Niisan the way I do. I know you would never do anything to hurt him or me." At the look of stunned amazement on the older man's face, Al squirmed, blushed and went on. "Now that I'm not armor anymore, I realized something. You used to look at Niisan the way he looks at me. I know you want to do to him what he did and does to me. Or rather, you used to. I must admit that I haven't seen that look on your face when you watch him since I got my body back, but I know you still love him. And you like me. You know how terribly unhappy we would be if we were separated. You did everything you could to make this happen… me getting my body back. I know you wouldn't tear us apart now. If you had, you could have, years ago, and done it easily."

Mustang was floored. Al remembered, and recognized the lust the man had thought he'd kept so carefully hidden. But Al was an astute young thing, always had been, in most circumstances. Mustang realized that the reason Al didn't see longing on his face when he looked at Fullmetal anymore was because he'd found someone else to yearn for. Alphonse himself, but the boy was so self-effacing he never noticed that Mustang had switched his desires from Ed to himself.

"Good. Do not tell anyone else, no matter how much you trust them. In all honesty, you should not have told me. Ed's right. The world will not understand. You do realize, don't you, that incest, loving someone you're closely related to, is as big a taboo in its own way as human transmutation? And that… when Edward showed that new way of loving, that hurt you at first, but ended in exquisite, messy pleasure, that he was having sex with you?"

"Sex? I thought you could only have sex with a girl!" All exclaimed, his face pink.

Despite their privacy, Mustang lowered his voice. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but that new way of hugging and kissing? The one that hurt you at first, but then ended in a heavenly mess? Edward put himself in your body, didn't he? And I'm not talking about your mouth either. Am I wrong?"

Al's delicate flush turned to a deep red blush. "No," he whispered. "You're not wrong. He did. Do… we disgust you now? Do I? Because I like it so much and want to do it again?"

Mustang gently picked up one of Al's hands and found it trembling. Unable to help himself, he tenderly kissed the boy's fingertips, smiling to hear Al's indrawn breath. "No, Alphonse, you don't disgust me. Never. But rest assured, you did have sex with your brother. In consensual sex between two males, there is some debate about what exactly defines copulation between the two. It's a storm that will probably never be solved. But the minute Edward put his penis in your mouth, or your rectum, penetration occurred, and that defines sexual intercourse by anyone's definition. The moment Edward penetrated you, he became your lover."

"I see," Alphonse was smiling, obviously pleased to think that he and Ed were lovers. "So is that why he wont let me use my mouth on him anymore? No, that can't be. Sometimes he takes me into his mouth, until the world explodes in such beautiful colors. Oh… Oh my…" Al was suddenly flushed, gripping the table until his fingers turned white. It was easy to see that the memory was exciting him.

"So, Edward won't have sex with you that way, but he will with his mouth? It's still intercourse. Penetration occurs."

Al coughed. "He only does that to calm me down when I get too high from his kisses. He says he can't bear to see me 'burn'. And he's right. It's like I am burning with the most delicious fever. I get all flushed and hot and I just can't help wiggling because it's so intense. I try not to get that hot, or at least to not let him see that I am. He gets so angry with himself because he didn't stop kissing and touching me soon enough. He blames himself for my 'fevers'. When that happens, he takes me in his mouth, but afterwards he won't touch or kiss me, sometimes for days. He says he's stupid for making me burn so hot for him. That he has no right to touch and kiss me like that. No right to make me burn so for him. How utterly foolish, don't you think? He has every right. Doesn't he know I belong to him?"

Mustang clenched the hand that wasn't holding Al's and lowered his eyes. It was agonizing to visualize Al 'flushed and hot and wiggling' with intense desire. If he were Ed, he would fuck Al, over and over again, until neither of them could move. He had no idea how Ed managed to resist, loving his little brother like he did.

"But eventually he does touch and kiss you again, doesn't he?" Mustang asked, trying to keep his own desire out of his voice.

"No."

Mustang looked up sharply. Al sounded suddenly… lost, and his hand began to tremble again in the older man's.

"I kiss and touch him until he sighs and finally responds. I… I didn't realize… didn't see…"

Mustang was horrified to see tears well up in the boy's beautiful eyes. "Alphonse…"

"Talking to you now, I finally hear what I'm saying. He doesn't want any of this with me, does he? He doesn't want me like that. He just can't bear to see me… burn. He doesn't want me. I've been… forcing myself on him. Oh, God!"

The sudden shame that filled the boy's eyes and face was so demoralizing to see that Mustang had to look away for a moment.

There was a long and painful silence while Mustang struggled to find the right words. To hear Al's tale now, it did sound as if Ed, despite his own long-standing desire for Al, didn't want a sexual relationship with his little brother. Though the older Elric could and did say no to himself, he couldn't to Al. From the gist of the younger boy's story, Ed struggled against incest, but loved Al too much to stick to his guns. Ed wanted Al, was horrified by it, tried to stop it, but couldn't refuse his little brother's desires.

Al swallowed audibly, bringing Mustang back to the here and now. "You… you won't say anything to Niisan about this, will you? I'm so… ashamed of myself. I never thought… I didn't realize I was capable of… rape." The boy's breathing was frantic, and goose bumps raced over his skin as he began to shiver in horror. There was a sudden brittle fragility to the boy now, as if he would shatter in a soft breeze.

"No, I won't, Alphonse. But you should. Don't let this fester in your heart. And please don't think of it as… rape. Ed wouldn't want you to."

Al nodded slowly, his face chalk white and his eyes huge with shame. "I… I'm actually glad that Niisan's leaving now. I c…can't believe it…" He shivered once more, then managed to control himself by some Herculean effort. "I need to go home now. Dinner won't cook itself." But the underlying strain in the boy's voice was painfully clear.

Suddenly Mustang wished none of this had come up. The Elric's lives were about to radically change, and not for the better, he thought. Whatever Ed's true feelings about the relationship he had with his brother, the boys would have worked things out on their own. Now, thanks to Mustang's curious interference, Al was experiencing intense shame with himself. Somehow, Mustang knew that the boy would never touch his brother again, and likely would never be able to look in Ed's eyes anymore.

The silence between them was no longer companionable anymore, as they continued their journey back to the Elric residence. Once at the little house, Al dully asked Mustang if he wanted to use the phone to call for a car to take him back to HQ, but Mustang softly declined. He needed more time to think than a quick ride would allow. Yet at the same time, he didn't want to leave Al alone in his current frame of mind. The offer to stay was gently refused.

"Alphonse, listen to me," Mustang said softly, catching the boy's chin and forcing him to look in his eyes. "I care very much for you. Don't do anything rash. If you get scared, or confused; if you want to talk or just get away for a while, come see me first. Okay?" When the boy simply looked away, the man filled his voice with a commanding tone. "Promise me, Alphonse."

"I promise," Al whispered softly.

Mustang felt a little reassured, for Al's word was his bond, and was very important to him. But despite this, the man walked away with many grave misgivings.