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: 2,643

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 10

"Don't worry," Mustang was saying soothingly to Al as he kissed him softly. "We can rebuild it. At everything inside can be replaced."

"My armor was in there!" Despite being trapped in said armor for so long, Al had insisted on having it moved into their house. Not that Ed needed any prompting. He'd already made plans to have it shipped to their new house as soon as he bought it. After all, at one time, it had been Al, and Ed had spent countless nights kissing and caressing and making love with it at that time.

But for once in their lives, luck had been on their side. The armor had stood in one corner of the hall, and that part of the house had sustained the least damage. Other than a few scorch marks, easily buffed away, the armor was fine. Al asked Mustang to have it shipped to his house until the boys could get another. Naturally Mustang had readily agreed. There was little else in the house that was salvageable, but nothing that the boy's would cry over. They'd only been living in the house a few months before Al moved in with Mustang, and had as yet not really collected any sentimental or irreplaceable items, save for the armor.

"Now what, Niisan," Al asked mournfully, having returned to his brother's side after being soothed by his lover.

"I… I don't know…" Ed said helplessly. He really didn't want to take Al back to the dorms. He hated the dorms… too many memories of lonely nights. He'd never really felt comfortable making love with Al there when the boy was still armor. They didn't always get a private room, and the walls at the dorms were paper thin. Al tended to get noisy when he was aroused now that he had such a responsive body.

"Alphonse," Mustang said persuasively, "come home. Edward is more than welcome to stay as well, for as long as he likes."

"Hell no!" Ed burst out before he thought. There was no way he was going there. "We can go to the dorms."

"But there's not much room left there," Al said suddenly, looking strange. "With graduation a few days away, they are almost completely full. There are only a few single beds left, and none of them are together."

This did not suit Ed at all. Single beds always meant the barracks, which meant they would have to share a vast room with several other men, and he and Al would be separated.

"And how would you know this, Alphonse?" Mustang asked the question that had been hovering at the edge of Ed's mind.

Al blushed. "I… looked into it this morning, and that's why."

Mustang looked stricken. "I see…" he said in a low voice. Then he eyed Al. "If you think for one moment I would have tolerated you staying in the barracks, you would have been greatly mistaken, Alphonse Elric."

"Now just a damn minute," Ed said hotly. "Who the hell do you think you are to dictate to my brother whether or not he can stay in the barracks? He's not your prisoner you know." What the hell had this man been up to with his brother? Obviously something was amiss between the two of them, if Al had been looking into separation, but why a dorm? Why not come home? That point was definitely moot, because whatever problem had been between them this morning, they'd obviously come to some sort of accord. Al would never indulge in passion if he were angry enough to leave someone.

Mustang stepped right up to Ed, vibrating with anger. "I'm his lover, that's who," he said in a low voice meant only for their ears. "And no, he's not my prisoner. I would have found other accommodations for him. And you would agree with my reasons. You wouldn't be so quick to let Alphonse stay at the barracks either, since many of the men there have been trying to seduce him. Or didn't you know?" He turned his dark eyes on Al. "Didn't you tell him about the problems you were having?"

Al looked anywhere but at either man. "Ah, well… no…"

"Seduce you?" Ed almost shrieked, then lowered his voice at Mustang's hiss. There were still firemen and spectators. "Who the hell's been trying to seduce you, Al? And why didn't you tell me you were having problems with men at the barracks? Why the hell were you there anyway?"

Al gave his irate brother a meek smile. "No one really, and I didn't want to worry you. They never tried to hurt me, just made me uncomfortable. I have to pass the barracks on my way to the library, remember?"

Ed looked ready to explode, but Mustang stepped in. "This is neither the time nor the place for this discussion. Al, come home. Ed, please come too. You can decide from there where you want to go."

"How about a hotel?" Ed asked desperately.

Al shook his head. "No real rooms there either. I checked. Graduation, remember?"

"Surely they have one room somewhere! Everything can't be booked solid!"

"There are a few single bed rooms still available, but the prices have gone sky high…" Al began.

"I don't care about money. We have plenty. And what's wrong with a single room? We've slept together countless times."

Al looked beseechingly at Mustang, who nodded and stepped away from them to give them some privacy.

"I can't… I won't share a bed with you, Niisan. I just can't."

"Why not?" Ed hissed. "Please don't go on about this 'forcing' crap again… Al, I told you…"

"Stop, Niisan, please. I don't want to go into this again here. Look…. I have made up my mind. You are my brother! And I will never, ever… make you have to… dammit… you know! And I can't sleep with you anymore. I just can't!"

"Fine, Al," Ed was getting desperate. He absolutely had to get his brother alone so they could talk, so he could show Al how he really felt, the world be damned. "We can just lay together. We've done that before."

Al blushed deeply. "Niisan… god, this is so embarrassing. I… well… I've gotten used to having a lot of sex lately, and… well… Roy and I had a bit of a misunderstanding… and we haven't made love in a few days. I can't trust myself to… to… No, I just can't. I wont do that to you ever again."

"Al… please… I want you… I want…" At Mustang's warning, he lowered his voice, but Al interrupted him, tears in his eyes.

"Stop, Niisan. I'm going home. If staying someplace else is what you just have to do, there's nothing I can do or say to stop you. But I cannot, will not stay in a place with you were we would have to share a bed. I can't. Forgive me." And choking back a sob, he ran past Mustang and Havoc and threw himself into the car, curling up in a ball and hiding his face in his knees.

Ed stood there a moment, stunned and hurt. Al was going home. He wished he could just get through to Al somehow. But Mustang was right. This was neither the place nor the time for it. And trying to argue some sense into his brother here was only alienating them further. He would have to bite the bullet and stay at least one night with the bastard. How he was going to get through it knowing Al was sleeping with the man, he didn't know, but he would do it somehow. But just as soon as possible he would get some place that Al was willing to stay with him at, lock the damn doors, and fight this out if they had to. Al would be his once more.

"Coming, Fullmetal?" Mustang asked coolly, standing at the open back door. Havoc was already behind the wheel, and Falman had taken the second car back to HQ as soon as Mustang had arrived.

"Yeah," Ed said sullenly, following the man inside, Al sitting between them.

Al had turned his head away and was hiding his face in the man's side, Mustang's arm securely around the boy's shoulders. Ed kept his eyes glued the back of Havoc's head so he didn't have to watch his brother being comforted by someone else. And to the older boy's dismay, Mustang was coming with them, and not returning to HQ. Damn.

Ed was extremely uncomfortable in Mustang's house. It was big and spacious and ornate, with expensive furniture and art and knick-knacks; everything he wanted to give Al, but that his brother wouldn't accept. It was a bitter blow to find Al accepting it from someone else. Mustang showed him to a roomy, comfortable spare bedroom, complete with its own full bath. Then he whisked Al away, presumably to their bedroom, and Ed sat on his bed and felt sick. Then, feeling weary beyond belief, he went into the little bathroom and took a shower to wash the ash and soot and grime of travel away listlessly.

Back in the master suite, Mustang was loitering around in the bedroom, waiting for Al to finish doing the same. His conscience was trying to get the better of him. He would never forget the sight of Al's tears as the boy stared at the ruin his and his brother's home had become. But Mustang was a desperate man, and desperate times called for desperate measures. The boy must never find out that he'd had Havoc burn it down to try and keep the boy at his side.

When Al came out of the bathroom clad only in a towel around his slim hips, Mustang's breath caught. God, the boy was so damn beautiful. The lost look had finally left his eyes, even if they were still a little red rimmed. He smiled at the older man as he raked his fingers through his honey blond hair, glittering with drops of water. Mustang swallowed dryly. When Al shook his head, droplets flying everywhere, Mustang couldn't help but smile too, something easing in his chest. God, Al was so incredibly adorable and sexy all at the same time. He caught the youth against his body, pulling the towel from the boy, and threading the fingers of one hand through that wet hair.

"Alphonse," he said huskily, just before claiming Al's mouth for a long and searching kiss.

"Roy," Al breathed into the man's mouth, damp and deliciously slender arms twining around his neck, pressing his rapidly awakening body against his lover. The boy was breathless with desire. It had been so long and if Ed hadn't interrupted them, Al would have been boneless with satisfaction at least twice by now. Sex had quickly become one of Al's favorite pastimes. There was no guilt with Roy, unlike how it had been with Ed. And Mustang had absolutely no reservations about penetrating the boy's body, which Al enjoyed enormously. "Can… can we… now?" He begged softly.

Mustang was already pushing Al onto the bed. "Oh, yes. We can." He fell to his knees on the bed between Al's spread legs, eyes glued to that young, impossibly hard erection, clear beads of fluid already snaking down that quivering shaft in anticipation. He tore off his jacket and shirt, throwing them uncharacteristically to the floor. As he fumbled with his belt, he bent over and engulfed that swollen, leaking tip firmly in his mouth. It jerked hard.

"No… Roy... stop…" The boy gasped, pushing frantically at the dark head between his legs. "I'm gonna… not yet…"

Mustang released him with a groan, rising to his feet to tear off his pants.

Al moaned and thrust one hand between his own legs to grip the base of his visibly pulsing cock, strangling back his orgasm. "In me…" he whimpered. "Put it in me… I want you in me… deep… hard… Now, Roy, now!"

Mustang was frozen for a moment, his whole body tingling as he watched his young lover writhing on their bed, desperately gripping his twitching cock, demanding to be fucked. "My god…" Mustang groaned. He lunged for the oil on the nightstand, knocking the lamp off in his haste. Falling back onto the bed between the boy's legs again, he spilled half of it as he frantically lubricated his penis. The tube slipped out of his slippery hands with a curse.

Al sat up abruptly, grabbed the tube and thrust it gently inside his body, squeezing firmly. Oil bubbled up into a froth as he pulled it back out and flung it away. Then he rolled onto his face, lifting his rear enticingly. "Now, Roy, please…." His hips were rocking back and forth, his scrotum tight and high, and his cock hard and thrusting towards the bed in his need.

"Oh, hell no, Alphonse," Mustang said with a husky laugh, flipping the boy back onto his back. "I want to see your face when you come."

"But I want it deep," Al wailed softly, his hips bucking anxiously. "I need it deep."

"Oh, I'll go deep, my love. I promise you." Despite the urgency of their need, Mustang's hands were gentle as he pushed the boy's knees to his chest. Then he slid smoothly to the hilt in a firm, but tender thrust. He would never hurt Al again. He sighed in pleasure, hands trailing over Al's legs, leaning forward to kiss him wetly, tongues curling wildly.

Al tried to buck up, to deepen the thrust, make it harder, more satisfying, but Mustang's position over him made that impossible. He whimpered in desperation into the man's mouth.

Shuddering, Mustang withdrew almost completely, and thrust again, more forcefully this time, the head of his penis brushing against Al's prostate.

"Yessssss…." Al hissed. "Harder… please… oh god…."

Mustang gasped, and finally crumbled. He began to move wildly, trying to penetrate the boy's very soul with quick and hard thrusts. Eyes glazing, he focused on the boy below his body.

Al's head was thrown back, his hair a burnished mop against the blue pillowcases. He was gasping, panting and moaning, his skin dappled lightly with sweat. His stunning eyes were half closed, glazed bronze crescents of pleasure. He was writhing in ecstasy as Mustang worked him hard, his cock pounding against that sensitive bundle so deep inside his body, and a shriek escaped his kiss-swollen lips. "Oh god… oh god… Roy… I love you… oh god…"

Wet heat spattered Mustang's belly and chest. Desperately trying to hold back his own orgasm, because Alphonse was utterly breathtaking when he came. His eyes were blurring as his own peak rapidly overtook him, and it was hard to absorb the boy's pleasure; his own kept interfering. For Mustang, watching Al climax was even more pleasurable than the actual intercourse itself. Seeing the boy this way gave him exquisite pleasure, almost unbearable ecstasy. A low scream escaped the man's throat as his orgasm raced over his, his eyes flickering as he watched Al's sexual high crest.

Al collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath, ivory chest heaving, as Mustang groaned and eased to the side, his whole body shaking. "So beautiful, so exquisite, Alphonse, you are so magnificent."

It took a moment for the boy to recover, a blush suffusing his body at his lover's reverent words. With trembling fingers, he stroked Mustang's sweaty cheek. "Thank you, Roy," he said unevenly. "I really needed that. And you're the one that's magnificent, not me."

Mustang gave a soft, husky laugh, and drew the boy into his arms. "I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree on this, my love." A soft tender kiss. "I love you."