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

Author's Notes: AU

Word Count: 2,271

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 5

When Al woke the next morning, Mustang was still holding him. But now he was wearing a pair of pajama's, stiff with newness. At some point, the man had obviously gotten up and changed, and Al hadn't even stirred. He remembered his actions the night before, begging the man to stay with him, then sobbing all over him. Embarrassment and shame flooded him all over again. Once more he was forcing himself on someone.

"Stop that." Mustang said, no trace of sleepiness in his voice as he tightened his arms around the boy. "Right now."

"But…"

"A fact seems to have escaped you, Alphonse. This is my bedroom, my bed. And I put you here."

"Your…"

"Yes. Mine. And I wanted you here, knowing full well what was going to happen. I wanted it to happen. So get that damned look off your face." Mustang wondered if Al remembered the last words he spoke to him. A delicate blush across the boy's face made him think that maybe he did.

Al awkwardly stroked his fingers across the stiff new fabric of Mustang's pajamas and his fingers snagged on something white and crisp. Curious fingers touched and felt the shape of a small piece of light cardboard in the breast pocket. Lifting his head, Al examined the little tag tied to a string and looped around the button of the pocket. "You paid twenty five dollars and seventy five cents for a pair of pajamas?" The boy's voice was incredulous. "This is brand new. You've never worn it before."

Mustang actually blushed. "I don't usually wear pajamas. This was something I bought for traveling."

"What do you usually wear? A shirt and shorts like me? Why didn't you put those on?" With a deft yank, Al snapped the string and laid the tag on the nightstand over Mustang's shoulder.

The blush refused to fade, and Mustang wondered dimly when the last time he actually blushed happened. Too long ago to remember. "I don't usually wear anything when I sleep."

"So you've changed your sleeping habits for me?" That made Al frown, and think he was disrupting the general's life even more.

"Alphonse, if I laid in bed with you wearing nothing, I promise you, what your brother did would have nothing on what I would do to you." The blush faded as the man stared intently down at him.

Despite his own heated blush, Al arched a brow in polite disbelief. "Forgive me, sir, but I fail to see that you would have such lax discipline as to be overcome just because you're laying in bed with a skinny little boy."

"A skinny little boy, did you say?" Mustang's voice was dangerously soft. "First of all, Alphonse, you're not a little boy. You're fifteen. And you're not skinny. You are the sweetest, slimmest, most delectable creature in existence. You are beautiful, and you make my heart race. In fact, you made my skin flush and you make me get hot and it's taking everything I have not to wiggle against you. You make me burn with a most delicious fever."

Al gasped to hear his own words brush so sensually against his cheek with the caress of the man's warm breath.

"I meant what I said last night, Alphonse. I love you. I've been in love with you for some time. And because I am, I'm being good. You are hurt and vulnerable right now, and though I want to make love to you with all my heart, I don't want to hurt you more." Mustang's fingers were lightly stroking the smooth curve of the boy's lower back through his nightshirt. Then he gave a soft inhalation of sheer lust. Al was hardening against his belly, the young hot length, smaller than his own, but promising more as he finished growing, made him feel faint and light headed.

"Would… Would you think terrible things of me if I told you, I wish you would? That the idea of feeling your warmth makes me happy? That I would like very much to feel your heat inside me? I… I … I can't promise you my love, but I would like very much to give you my passion." Pink cheeked, Al laid his head against the man's chest. "I don't understand it myself, but I would like very much to make love to you too. I know it's selfish of me, but… but… When you touch me, I don't hurt so badly. That maybe if you can still love me after knowing what I have become, there is hope for me yet."

Mustang struggled not to cry from Al's hesitant words. "I would never think terribly of you. Never. And I would be honored to accept your passion. And you are a wonderful, beautiful person, Alphonse. Adolescence is never easy, and yours has been harder than most. I would be proud to become your lover, for however long it lasts." Though Mustang knew he was making a terrible mistake for more than one reason, he was helpless to deny Al this. The boy needed it for his own self-esteem and Mustang would give anything for that. But Al was only fifteen, and his lust for him was dismaying in its intensity. And he knew the boy was in love with his brother. There was a very good chance that Ed would come home and discover he'd rather take his brother as his lover and damn the whole world than lose him.

Even as Mustang's mouth was coming down, Al's was rising, and the man discovered that the young boy's mouth was even more hot and sweet and exciting than he'd dreamed of.

…………………………..

For the rest of the weekend, all Al did was eat, sleep, and make love. Mustang was a tireless, inventive lover, and he made the boy scream with pleasure. When Monday finally rolled around again, Al wasn't sure he could walk straight, but Mustang smiled, kissed him slowly, then took him to HQ with him, where he had Al fill out the paperwork to become a civilian consultant and assistant. This allowed Mustang to keep the boy close at hand, and actually was beneficial. With Al beside him, he was too proud to avoid work the way he used to. He couldn't bear to see the look of censure that he knew would appear in those beautiful bronze eyes. Al never shirked his duty, and now that Mustang was his lover, he couldn't either.

However, this didn't stop him from picking the boy up out of his seat and cuddle him on his lap behind his desk.

"Roy…" Al breathed, switching from industry to passion as quickly as if a switch was thrown. Mustang was such an exciting man.

Mustang silenced him with hot wet kisses, shoved the boy's shirt up, and fondled those sweet and sensitive peaks with his thumbs. God, Al was so responsive to touch! Al moaned into his mouth, eagerly returning each and every kiss, rocking on the man's hardened length as his own young cock swelled and began to leak. Mustang tore the boy's pants open, tenderly caressing and stroking that velvety heat. Al gave a squeal into his mouth, and his fingers flew to Roy's buttons, frantically opening both the uniform jacket and the white undershirt. If Roy kept this up, he would come quickly, and he didn't want to soil that impeccable uniform that looked as if it was designed for the man's hard lean body and made him dizzy every time he looked his way.

"Quickly," Mustang panted harshly, breaking the messy kiss and licking the delicate strands of spit off the boy's chin. When they were at home, lovemaking was usually slow and languorous, the way both liked it, but now, they had no time for that. Mustang lifted the boy long enough to pull his pants and shorts off, hand fumbling in his jacket pocket for the oil he knew he'd want before the day was done. Quickly, he thrust two slick fingers into Al's ass, swallowing the boy's heated moan with hungry lips. Al's hands were on his, transferring the oil to his own young fingers so that he could slick up the older man's throbbing cock. In the two days since he first made love with the boy, this was something they had done several times. And Al's body, fresh and sweet and still almost new, was amazingly elastic with just a little preparation.

Rudely shoving his paperwork to one side, he gently shoved Al face down on the desk. One hand spread the boy's rear, the other caressed his chin. Then with a long and easy push, Roy seated himself to the hilt in him. The finger's stroking Al's chin clamped around the boy's mouth the moment he thrust, muffling the frantic moan that such activity always brought. Thrusting again, he heard paper crinkling, and saw Al's hands fisting with helpless pleasure. Lowering his face with the second thrust, he bit the slim ribbon that tied Al's honey blonde hair back, and nuzzled it until it became a soft sweet scented cascade over the younger boy's shoulders. Muffled whimpering greeted two more pleasurable glides, and Mustang couldn't stand it. He quickly withdrew, both his cock and his hand.

Al gasped desperately, and looked over his shoulder, peering through his own hair. "Don't…" he moaned, a little more loudly than was wise. "Please don't stop."

"I'm not," Roy's voice was rough as he turned Al onto his back, pushed one thigh up, and fused his mouth to the boy's as he thrust into him again. God, the boy's mouth was intoxicatingly sweet under his mouth at any given time, but when he was moaning with pleasure, it increased the rare and wild flavor a thousand fold. "God, much, much better," he growled into Al's mouth as the boy locked his legs around the older man hips. Seizing Al's hands in his own, he pinned them over the boy's own head, mouth ravaging Al's with messy perfection, and he rode the boy with a series of deep, stabbing thrusts. Quickly, but not unexpectedly, Al's back arched hard, and his scream of climax was swallowed into Roy's hungry mouth as wet heat exploded between their bodies, thick and sticky and viscous, the boy's cock twitching deliciously against Mustang's bared stomach.

When Al came, every muscle in his body tightened up with such fierceness, that Mustang gave a strangled shout into the boy's shriek of pleasure, and with one last shuddering shove, he froze deep inside, feeling his spasming cock almost crushed with the force of the boy's orgasmic flexing. It was so tight, he could barely come, and with a sharp jerk, he ground himself deeper, and exploded. It was so good, so mindbendingly pleasurable, he rocked against Al, his groaning lost in the slick satiny depths of the boy's mouth. God, so good, so very, very good. Al was so…

A soft whimpering sigh escaped the man, and he relaxed bonelessly atop Al for a moment, stunned by the sensation the boy pulled from him each and every time. He finally took his mouth away, and Al began to breathe explosively. With a weak and apologetic grin, Mustang pulled out, both of them hissing at the sensation, and he pulled the boy into a seated position. Al's arms went around his neck as he panted, smiling dreamily up at his older lover, and laid his head on the man's chest. Mustang held him for a moment, his fingers combing through the boy's flowing hair, and then he broke away long enough to pick up Al's discarded clothes.

Al gave a breathless chuckle as Roy began to dress him as if he were a small child. "I can do that, Roy," he said his cheeks still flushed from their pleasure.

"Ah, but I took them off, so I should be the one to put them back on, and…" He gave a sharp indrawn breath as Al leaned forward and began to slowly lick the cooling semen off his chest and belly. He froze, Al's shorts still only to his knee, and watched the boy's pink tongue scooping his own seed. He waited until that amazingly flexible tongue had curled up a goodly amount, then he grabbed the boy's chin and pulled it up for a deep kiss, his tongue winding around all that sweet goodness that was Al's tongue and semen. "Mmmmm…"

Amazingly, he felt himself stirring again. "Alphonse…" He growled, hand dropping to fondle the boy's soft wet penis, and tingling when he felt it began to stiffen again as well. "Alphonse…" His hips thrust forward and he pressed their organs together, slick and sticky with both their seed and the remnants of oil. His big strong hand curled around both as he rocked and thrust, and Al's head fell back as he began to whimper. Pushing the boy back onto the desk like before, this time both the motions and the kisses were slow and languorous, the older man forgetting the dangerousness of their situation in the amazing pleasure the simplest of encounters with Al gave him. Mustang kept his hand pinned between their bodies, holding their leaking cocks together firmly as he ground against the boy. His other hand tangled in Al's loose hair, angling his head for deep and languid kisses.

The door opened unexpectedly. "Sir, about the Dell reports, did you mean…." Havoc froze in shock when he finally looked up from the paper; hand still on the door knob.