A/N: hey guys. Dont know if anyone noticed but the story is gonna be on hold soon :( I am gonna try and pump out a few more chapters while i can but the updates might be a bit scarce in the next few weeks but i have no plans of abandoning the story so stick with me! Thanks again for the wonderful reviewers, and id love to hear your imput on the story. Although i have a rough idea of where im going with it, alot of the hold up on chapter updates is deciding where im going with the story, so if u have opinions id love to hear it. Anyway, enjoy.

Disclaimer: FMA isnt mine. yeah, you know.

I couldn't let this happen. I didn't want anything to ruin the bond we had, especially something stupid like this. I grabbed his wrist tightly ceasing its assault on my skin and tossed it back in his direction hoping he would stop this foolishness. I turned my back towards him and scooted away as much as the small bed would allow, practically teetering on the edge. Silence gripped the room along with an awkward tension hanging in the air.

"I'm sorry." was the barely audible whimper from the pillow behind me. Muffled sobs ghosted from his side of the bed but I tried my best to ignore it, something that was much more difficult than I thought.

When morning finally came I inched out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. I spent a fair amount of time in the scalding hot shower not wanting to face Al in the other room just yet. My mind didn't stop racing but I figured it would be best to pretend nothing happened, so we could continue on with out lives. Dwelling on the past never does shit anyway. After pulling my hair back I pulled open the closet grabbing a white button up shirt and slacks, both of which I acquired from across the gate. I guess I kinda grew out of the whole leather thing, both mentally and physically. I spotted the red coat hung at the other end of the closet that used to belong to me. I had also traded the red coat for a darker burgundy one but for some reason I still kept it. For some reason Al liked to wear it but I guess I didn't mind, its not like I was using it for anything.

I crept out of the bedroom, purposely keeping my eyes on the floor as I did. I could already smell food cooking on the stove as I headed to the far side of the living room. I grabbed a book from our rather small bookshelf and plopped down on the floor, ignoring the fact that there was a perfectly good couch not far behind me.

Eventually I was aware of Al's presence behind me but didn't make an effort to look away from the book. I felt his forehead rest against my shoulder gently as he knelt down behind me, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Brother, I-"

"Its fine." I cut in, interrupting his soft voice. I really didn't want to talk about it, or think about it for that matter, what happened happened and that was the end of it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" he tried again but I hardly let him finish.

"I told you Al, its fine. Don't worry about it." I replied in a calm tone, flipping another page as I did. The air was quiet for a moment and I was able to read a few more sentences.

"How can I not worry about it? Its my fault." he voiced in confusion. To this I didn't reply, I was only hoping it was rhetorical.

"I just… ever since getting my body back, I just want to be close to people.. Im not used to having emotions and all these sensations... I guess I just don't know how to deal with it." I turned another page, skimming my eyes across it. I knew his teenage hormones must be going crazy on him, and I guess it made sense. Its not like he could experience any of that in a metal can.

"Like I said, don't worry about it. How about we go out for dinner later? I know I have been kinda blowing you off lately.." I said, wanting things to go back to normal. I was never good at diffusing awkward situations.

"You sure? You aren't seeing Mustang today?" he asked sheepishly.

"Well, I told him I would see him when he gets off work but ill be back before dinner. That okay?"

"Of course." he replied excitedly.

I approached the large house noticing the lights were off. After a quick giggle of the handle I reached under a rock near the driveway pulling out a spare key that was hidden there. I figured he would be home by now but guess I would just have to wait. After sliding my shoes under the bench, I made my way upstairs, the library catching my eye. It was a small bedroom but it was lined with bookshelves, tons more than I had at home. I grabbed one of the books from a shelf and plopped it on the desk that sat right underneath a small window. I clicked on the small table lamp seeing the desk scattered with papers, so this is were he hid all his unfinished paperwork? I sat down in the rather comfy chair, not bothering to conceal a laugh as I noticed a small pair of reading glasses. God he isn't that old is he? I held them up to the window glancing through the lenses from afar ready to laugh even harder at his poor vision. To my surprise, my vision wasn't distorted and I slid them on further waiting for my sight to be distorted from the lenses. I took a second to look at my hand, then down at the typed print of the book I had picked out, noticing the letters looking very crisp and clean.

"No shit," I mumbled to myself. Since when the hell did I need glasses? I guess I never had a reason to question it, my vision always seemed fine to me. I didn't bother taking them off as I turned a few pages in the book. I pulled my legs up on the rather large chair, crossing them lazily underneath me and rested my head against my hand.

I had just reached page 34 when warm hands slid over my shoulders making me jump.

"Jesus you could have at least stomped up the stairs or something so I knew you were here." I said, relaxing into the hands as they started kneading my muscles.

"You snuck into my house while I was at work, and I'm supposed to give you a heads up?" he chuckled. "Are you… wearing my reading glasses?" he questioned as he tilted his head over my shoulder to get a better look.

"I found them on the desk. I was gonna give you shit about being old but I can actually read better with them. Some luck huh." I grinned, closing the book and leaning my head back as soft lips met with mine.

"I figured with all the reading you do, you would have noticed by now if you needed glasses." he said breaking the kiss for just a moment before joining our lips yet again. I simply shrugged not wanting to pull away to answer. I felt the rough material of his gloves ghost over my neck, tracing into my collar bone.

"Looks like someone got attacked by a vampire." a smirk covered his face as he referenced the purple spots adorning my neck.

"Bastard." I said with a harsh tone. It wasn't the hickeys I minded, just the memories it stirred from the night before.

"Like you said, how is everyone supposed to know you are mine?" I didn't have to see his face to hear the smirk in his voice yet again. He gently kissed the mark on my neck and as much as I loved feeling his lips on me, all I could think about was Al's hands on my body.

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