Alphonse looked down at his textbook however he was unable to really read the words. Every few seconds his train of thought would drift away. He could not get the events of the other day out of his head. Images of his brother lying of the floor, lip bleeding and knuckles bruised, glaring up at three asshole that had surrounded him. Alphonse could still feel the rage that refused to defuse as from his chest at the taunting word the bastards spit or the satisfaction he felt as his fist beat each one of their faces in turn. But mostly it was the fact that scenes like this were still not uncommon in the ex-state alchemist's life.

It was a surprise to neither of the two brothers that the relationship they shared brought a lot of hateful words, glares, and indecent gestures their way. They didn't expect strangers to understand the love the two shared. Those that really mattered, like Winry and Granny, still cared and that was all that mattered. But sometimes Alphonse wondered if it was worth it. He wondered as kids yelled "freaks" and threw rocks, as women whispered about them as they walked by, and as Edward would flinch as the priest would sign the cross at them and holler about their going to hell. It made his heart ache to see how their words effected his brother.

"Alphonse, please!"

Alphonse was jerked out of his musing at the cry of his older brother. Glancing over he look at Edward who laid bound on their bed blindfolded with a bullet in his ass and a ring around his cock like he had been for the past hour as punishment for trying to fight instead of just ignoring the three. Not that Al cared what happen to the men, he just didn't want Edwward too get arrested to assault or anything.

He turned to fully face the bed. "I don't know. I have a hard time believing you have really learned your lesson."

"I have! Please!" Edward shifted, and gasped, "I need to cum, please! I behave I promise." Al could see small tears of pleasure overload slip past the bind around his brother's eyes. Al could feel his penis harden and began to pulse at the sight. Call him a sadist but the sight of Edward's over stimulated crying face always did something Rising, Alphonse approached Edward and gave him a gentle kiss while being mind full of the small split. Sadistic as he may be, having his brother cry from pleasure and having him cry from actual pain were two very different things, Alphonse would rather die than allow his brother to be injured on purpose.

He removed the bindings, leaving the vibrator in, and ran his hand lightly over the smaller's sweat covered skin before leaning back to watch his brother's orgasm, only after pulling the high speed bullet out. Edward's face morphed into one of pure pleasure as his back arched and his own sperm splattered his stomach until slowly his body relaxed and his golden eyes open to give a hooded look up at Alphonse. Shifting to his elbows, Edward gave his brother a long kiss. Too soon Al moved away. Edward's whine at the loss rapidly changed to a gasping moan as Alphonse licked and sucked his nipples to make them wet and perky.

With a POP! Al removed his mouth from the rosy buds. Small gasps and moans escaped Edward's mouth as Alphonse's tongue traced random patterns on his sensitive post orgasm skin until his once cum covered stomach was now clean. Ed's cock was already half hard again, giving a twitch of interest when Al blew a breathy laugh on it. "Your lack of a recovery period never ceases to amaze me brother."

Edward flushed, "Shut it."

Al gave another laugh before swallowing down his brother's length, spine shivering at the tight, hard grip that his hair received along it a loud wanton gasp from Edward. His hands traveled lower, caressing the soft twitching thighs wrapped around his head before move to probe at Edward's still loose entrance. Slowly Alphonse eased three fingers in to his brother warmth, pushing and prodding at his soft walls the stretch the ring of muscle. When he sure the Edward was ready Alphonse moved off the bed to strip while being watch under the wanton gaze of the older.

After all the restricting clothing was gone Alphonse moved to the other side of the bed, laying on his back beside Edward.

Edward rose in shock. "What are you…?"

Al crossed his arms behind his head, "You're still being punished. You want to cum again, you have to show me how sorry you really are."

Edward huffed, lip jutting out in to a pout before moving to straddle the younger's legs and giving a long heat kiss that pulled a low grown from Al's throat. Edward grabbed the lube from the side table and poured the cool liquid on the heat skin of his brother large cock. Moving his hand along the length with an almost inexistence touch, Ed gave small nips and kiss from the tip down until he moved to suck on his brother's balls trying to fit both in his mouth. Alphonse growled at his teasing and gripped and the long golden lock above his waist.

"If you don't stop I'm going to shove that vibrator up your ass for the rest of the night and won't let you cum for a week."

Edward gave a squeak and moved off the length, pressing one last kiss the head before mumbling a quick "I'm sorry." He rose and lined the throbbing organ with his hole. Bottoming out Edward pulled a moan from Alphonse and responded with one of his own, the two tones harmonizing almost like a song.

Alphonse glazed at his brother as the smaller slowly raised and lowered his hips. Speed steadily increasing as he bounced on the large length. Smirking at the high breathy moan that Alphonse knew only he could cause to escape those sweet lips. Knowing the he was the only one who could make his brother act and feel this way. Pride and possessiveness ignited in his chest breaking his small thread of self-control. Al flipped them both and pounded into his brother. Marking the moaning blonde's neck with a large red hickey to show the world that no matter what Edward Elric would always be his; to cherish, to love, to fuck. Not matter what they said Alphonse would never stop loving his brother.

The two orgasmed simultaneously and Al pulled out, falling to the side so not to crush the smaller blonde. Edward turned and rest his head in the crook of Al's neck, falling asleep after a sleepy "I love you". Alphonse gazed lovingly at the tiny blonde.

Sometimes doubt would creep in to his mind that maybe all those people were right. Maybe what they were doing were sick or wrong. However one look at his brother's smiling face, the sound of his laugh, or the soft look in his eye when he said "I love you." that proved to Al that they were all wrong. The small blonde at his side, his precious older brother, was worth so much more than all the hate and reject that they received from the clueless strangers that dared to say otherwise.

There you go fluffy smut. I hope you like. Please send reviews/ prompts.

Now it is 4 am and I spent all night righting this instead of going to my boring prom XP.