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: 2,100

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 7

As soon as Ed hung up, so did Mustang. He'd been shamelessly eavesdropping on the speakerphone in the bedroom. Then he was out the door and down the stairs in a flash, to pick Al up off the study floor where he lay shivering and sobbing in remorse. He scooped him up and carried him back upstairs into their bedroom, and laid him in their bed. Long before the boy stopped crying, Mustang had them both naked and snuggled deep into the comfort of the sheets and quilt, holding his young lover tightly and softly stroking his hair and shoulders.

Mustang was aching. Ed had certainly made a mess of things, in his typical Ed-like fashion. But he loved his brother and Mustang was sure he would come for Al as soon as he was able to. And Mustang would lose this sweet and loving boy forever. Once Al realized that Ed really did want him, the boy would never make love with Roy again. And when that happened, Mustang's heart would break. But until then, he would hold Al close and love him as long as he could.

As soon as Al stopped crying, Mustang was kissing him urgently, caressing him wildly to bring the boy to his customary fever. As restrained and demure as Al was in day-to-day life, he was a wild and passionate lover in the bedroom. And so easy to trigger. Mustang very quickly had the boy moaning and writhing, his tears and grief temporarily forgotten.

"Do you want me, Alphonse?" He asked in a thick voice.

"Yes, yes!" Al gasped frantically.

"Then show me."

Al pushed him onto his back, eagerly attacking the older man's body with lips, teeth, tongue and hands. Mustang had taught him well, and Al was a quick learner. Soon Mustang was gasping in pleasure, hips bucking helplessly. Then he gave a long hot groan to feel the liquid fire of Al's mouth engulfing his throbbing cock. By the way the boy was greedily deep throating him, Mustang knew he would not be able to hold out for long. The pleasure was excruciating. Fumbling on the nightstand, the man's shaking hands spilled almost half of the oil over himself before catching Al's thigh and pulling his lower body towards him. When the man's slick fingers plunged deep, Al jerked his head up with a gasp, delicate strands of saliva stretching between his lips and Roy's cock before snapping.

"Want you," Roy growled heatedly. "Now!" This time, he pushed Al onto his back, urgently shoving the boy's knees almost to his chin before thrusting deep and hard.

Al gave a shocked gasp at the man's abrupt and painful penetration, but Roy stabbed him again, deeper, harder, and hit the boy's prostate dead on. Al gave a strangled cry, his vision blurring. His young cock twitched and spat a blossom of hot seed against the older man's belly. Another violent thrust and this time Al screamed as he came abruptly; hot thick and white, some reaching the underside of Mustang's chin. Still, Roy showed him no mercy, plowing almost brutally through the boy's orgasm. But Al's climax was the straw that broke the camel's back. Mustang growled loudly, thrust violently one more time, and came hotly, shoving against the boy's aching body to milk every last drop of sensation from him. His hips jerked hard against Al's rear as he worked himself completely through his own orgasm. Then he abruptly collapsed, almost smothering the smaller body below his.

"God, Alphonse… I love you. I love you…" Mustang was moaning softly, barely coherent. He pulled out with a groan, and missed the boy's flinch. Then he drew Al tightly into his arms, and gave him a wet and sated kiss. "Love you…"

Stunned and shaken by Roy's violent passion, Al hesitantly returned the embrace, melting slowly under the man's softly whispered words of love. The last thing he remembered was the feel of Mustang's heavy hand moving slowly through his hair as he drifted off to sleep.

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If their lovemaking had been frequent before, it was nothing compared to how it became after Ed's call. Mustang became insatiable. Al's youthful vigor was hard pressed to keep up. Numb with exhaustion and satiation, the boy would hover on the edge of sleep and wonder where Roy found the stamina and endurance.

Mustang woke the boy long before dawn, to a feverish passion. Again he took him, deep and hard and needily. Al stumbled down the stairs, half awake and a little sore for their activities. And it got worse from there. Every time Al turned around, Roy was reaching for him, touching him, kissing him, firing up the boy's ever ready passions. He almost pinned the boy to the car's cushions, uncaring that Havoc was sitting red faced in the driver's seat and Roy kissed him all the way to HQ. Fury almost walked in on them during mid morning break when Mustang had pushed Al over the desk, pulled his pants down, and took him quickly from behind, murmuring words of love and hot kisses to his neck and ears. During lunch, the man toyed with Al's cock for almost an hour, quickly sucking him off just before the gang came in from their own lunches. Just before the day was over, Al was trotting back from delivering a stack of papers to the main office, when Mustang pounced on him, drug him into a broom closet and had his way with him once more. Hawkeye got to see a wet and passionate kiss as they were leaving the building, but she was so shocked, she didn't have time to jump Mustang before they were sliding into the car for another kiss filled ride home. Mustang took the boy twice more before bedtime, where he spent hours making love to him yet again. He woke him in the dead hours of the night, claiming that poor overworked body once more, and then again the next morning. This went on for three days, and Al was in so much pain, and was so tired, he could barely see straight, much less walk. He wandered around HQ in somewhat of a daze, no longer able to feel much pleasure at all when Roy would pounce. But the man's fever was so great, he didn't notice this at first.

Not until the night of the third day, after he'd carefully oiled them both up, for he himself was a little sore, and had thrust gently into the boy's body, intent on slow and seductive pleasure this time, Al gave a very different kind of whimper than normal. Mustang sighed contentedly, and thrust slow and deep twice more, feeling the boy tense each time. Mustang shook off his golden haze of pleasure and looked, really looked, at Al for the first time in days.

Al was on his back, one hand fisted, white to the knuckles in the sheet. His body was taut as a bowstring, his legs quivering slightly as they brushed up against the man's sides. He head was turned slightly to the side, eyes closed, crystalline droplets shimmering on his thick copper lashes. He had dark circles under his eyes, his nostrils flared delicately, and his lip was swollen and a drop of blood was trickling down his chin, from him biting it at Mustang's initial painful thrust, as gentle as it was. He had his other hand stuffed into his mouth, to muffle any further sounds that might escape his chapped and sore lips.

"Alphonse?" Roy asked huskily. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

Al jerked his fist from his mouth, turned and smiled up at his lover with trembling lips. "Nothing, Roy. It just feels… really good."

Al couldn't lie to save his life, and Roy hesitated, running a hand up Al's right inner thigh, and he felt the roughness of what had been silky soft and smooth skin. Mustang had taken him, only opening his pants enough to free his older and bigger erection so often the last three days, the boy's inner thighs were reddened and painfully abraded. Shocked, his hips jerked, and Al winced. To his horror, the man realized he was hurting his young lover; giving him pain instead of pleasure.

With a sickening sensation, he took stock of the situation. Besides that one night with Ed some time ago, Al had been receiving a cock, namely Roy's, who was anything but small, for only six days. That sweet and tender, young and almost brand new body simply could not keep up with the older man's rapacious and constant sexual demands. And with horrified retrospect, Roy knew he hadn't exactly been gentle many times.

He withdrew as gently as he could, but Al couldn't contain a flinch, and a small whimper of pain burst from his lips. His heart somewhere around his toes, Mustang tenderly drew the boy into his arms, kissing his temple softly. "Oh, Alphonse, I'm so sorry, love. Why didn't you tell me I was hurting you?" Without waiting for an answer, he softly kissed the boy's face, and stroked that body very, very gently. Then, to his amazement, a soft snore rose up from around his neck. Al had fallen asleep.

The boy was so wiped out, he didn't even stir when the man turned the bedside lamp on, drew the covers back, and inspected his body. To his shock, he realized Al had lost weight again, and he was pale. Several finger shaped bruises marred the flesh of his thighs and buttocks. With tears in his eyes, Mustang realized that he'd been abusing the boy; using him constantly to the point of pain, and not allowing him enough sleep and food. He pet Al with a trembling hand most of the night and did not sleep.

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Five days later, having been enforced into a short leave of absence, Al was full as a tick and very well rested, and very, very frustrated. Since that night that Mustang realized he was hurting him, he hadn't so much as lightly caressed the boy's cock. Thanks to Mustang, he was used to frequent sex, and liked it. Al had completely recovered from his overexertion, and was eager to pick up where they left off. But when Roy got home from work, he smiled, gave Al a few deep and urgent kisses, and when the boy moaned into his mouth, and arched against his body, the man pulled away and told him goodnight.

Al was stymied. He wanted to make love, but Roy had always been the instigator in their relationship. And after the fiasco with Ed, Al had a hard time initiating sex. He was always so afraid his affections would be too much, and not be welcomed anymore.

But the next morning, he bit his lip, bit the proverbial bullet, and woke Mustang by squirming against the older man's body, stroking his face and kissing his lips, feeling hot and urgent. Groggy, the man returned the wet kisses, jerked him against his hard body, and slid a hand between the boy's legs. Al moaned in pleasured relief. Ah, so very good. His hips thrust against Roy's hand.

"No!" Roy suddenly snarled, shaking the sleep from his head. He thrust the boy off him sharply, got up abruptly and strode to the bathroom without so much as a tender glance or soft good morning.

Al was crushed. Face white, he slipped off the bed, hastily got dressed, and fled the bedroom as quickly as he could.

When Mustang came out of the bathroom, he grimaced to see that Al was gone. What had possessed him to snap at his young lover like that? As if any of this had been Al's fault. And the look on his face when Roy got out of bed! He got dressed quickly and went in search of the boy, but he was nowhere to be found. When he heard Havoc honking out in the drive, he felt frantic. Where was Al? Had he left?

But Al came tearing down the stairs, dressed and ready for work. He gave Mustang a hesitant smile as he slid past him and fled out the door. Mustang watched him go regretfully. Oh, he would have to make this up to the boy somehow. By the time he'd locked the front door, Al was already in the car. With Havoc driving, he was hesitant to broach the subject of this morning's events, and Al just stared out the window anyway.