A/N: Another short jump here, it's just about two weeks later and Ed heads down to Winry's house because his automail feels off and he needs it fixed. And you know, warning, more M at the end of the chapter. Enjoy! As usual thanks to my RP partner!

Something About You

Part six

Ed sighed to himself and flexed his automail arm for a moment, grumbling at it's poor condition. Reluctantly, he knocked on Winry's door, knowing already that he'd need some repairs. The mechanic opened up the door, looking tired and sweaty. Obviously, she had been doing some heavy designing already that morning.

"Hey, Ed! What brings you here?"

"Ah, hey Winry. My automail isn't working right, and I was wondering if maybe you could take a look at it?"

"Sure thing!" She moved aside to let Ed in, and shut the door behind him. "Ignore the mismatched pieces on the floor and just go into the next room, kay?"

"Alright then." He looked around and carefully stepped over a few things as he moved into the next room.

Winry wiped sweat off of her forehead as she sat down across from Ed and pulled his automail hand close, inspecting the joints. "Strange..."

"What's strange?"

"This isn't like any normal damage you've ever caused to your automail ..." she said, flipping it around gently to look at it from different angles. "It looks like you've just been trying to hold yourself up on your wrist too much..."

"O-Oh ... that. Well, I wonder how that happened." Ed stuttered, his mind going blank.

"Have you been trying to do one handed push ups or something?"

"No. Not that I couldn't if I wanted to." He said quickly.

Winry tilted the wrist in her hand a few times with a frown. "What've you been doing that could cause this kind of damage, then?"

"You know, I really don't know." Ed replied, cursing the faint heat in his face that started.

"You can't even think of a …" Winry said, looking up and noticing the blush on her friend's face. "...single...thing?"

"Nope, nothing. Can't you just fix it?" The alchemist said, starting to sound irritated.

"Oh, please, Edward. You can't expect to get away with that."

"Fine. I was using my arm alot, I guess." He grumbled. "Do you have to ask me this?"

"As a mechanic, no." Winry answered, taking out a few tools from nearby. "As a concerned friend, yes."

"It's ... It's not something you should be concerned about."

Winry held up wrench threateningly. "Edward Elric! You tell me what kind of crap you've been doing! Because I know you know and you know I need to know!"

Ed recoiled a bit, eying the wrench warily. "It's not something you would really want to know anyway!"

The mechanic removed two essential bolts quickly from Ed's automail and watched as his metal wrist went completely limp. "I'm keeping them until I get an answer."

"Winry, you know that's not fair." He paused and sighed, as if in defeat. "Okay I admit it. I have been holding myself up with my arm a lot. … will you fix it now?"

"Why have you been holding yourself up on that arm when you know full well that it could possibly give way?"

"Well," Ed began indignantly, running his mouth. "It was working fine before Al and I - Nevermind."

"...when you...and Al? When you and Al what?"

"Nothing, we did nothing, I didn't mean it, nevermind." He said in a rush.

"You're stuttering again." She stared icily at him, tossing and catching the bolts repeatedly in her hand.

"Winry? You really wouldn't want to know."

"I was finally getting somewhere, too." She sighed and looked sad as she went to work, fixing the damage caused between the two important bolts first.

"Don't be sad, really. You've saved yourself some worry. Or something."

"I just want to be able to know what's going on in your life since you never get to talk to me anymore..." She said, her voice thick with depression.

Ed puts his head in his other hand. "Winry. I mean it. You really don't want to know. It's not something I can just tell you."

"Even though you almost just did." She pointed out.

"I didn't mean to though!"

"Which just makes it all the more sneaky of you." Winry muttered to herself, still working. "It's obviously something you don't want me to know..."

"It's something I don't really want anyone to know." The alchemist said to himself, under his breath. He looked away.

Winry continued mumbling, not paying attention, as she screwed the first bolt back in. "Put weight on it, obviously...secretive...something about him and Al..." Suddenly she froze. "...him and Al..." Her eyes widened in sudden recognition. "OH GOD!"

"What? what?" Ed asked hurriedly, looking back.

"EDWARD ELRIC, YOU DIDN'T!"

"I didn't what?"

"You...and Al! And...WEIGHT! And...OH GOD!"

"Whattt? uhhh no ... no no no ... I mean ... um no ..." Ed wondered if it was even possible to do damage control now.

"Oh please! You gave me all the clues, I just had to piece them together! I can't believe...you had..."

"No! Um we...uhm .." Ed seemed unable to get out any coherent sentences.

"Oh yes you did! You just gave everything away!" Winry almost yelled and then went silent momentarily. Ed could find nothing to say. He was still in shock, but had given up. She knew now.

"Ed .." Winry began and he looked up at her.

"W-what?"

She spit out her words, her tone almost teasing. "..Ed, how many times did you have sex with your brother to screw your automail up so badly?"

The alchemist finally turned a bright pink and stared at the floor, mumbling the answer to her question.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." She replied, seriously.

Ed still mumbled but spoke up, trying to remember she still needed to fix his arm. "Thirty ... six ... no wait ... eight."

"Thirty...eight?" Winry squeaked and blushed as bright as Ed. "Well...um...maybe I should take a look at your leg, too..."

"Sure ... sure if you want." He said in resigned tone, looking out the window. "Can you ... not tell Al that you know?"

"Huh? Oh, sure." She shrugged and quickly set the last bolt on his wrist back in place and moved it around. "There. It's working fine now. But I'm charging you extra if you busted your leg, too." She grinned.

"Thanks." Ed replied, flatly.

"Hey, I could be sending you to an asylum but I'm not because you're like a brother to me." She paused, regretting her choice of words. "But um...on second thought maybe that's not the best comparison..."

Ed laid his head on the table. The day had gone from bad to worse. "Thanks Winry. Really."

The mechanic burst out laughing and rolled up Ed's pants to get a glimpse at his automail leg. "Oh wow! Your knee is totally out of whack!" She smiled gleefully. "Thanks to you showing up today I'll definitely be able to pay my rent!"

"Yeah; great for you."

"Yes, it is great for me. Since my grandmother isn't here to help anymore.." She noted, going to work on his knee joint. "By the way, you really need to go easy on poor Al if this is the damage you do to your knee after thirty eight times..."

"Winry ... why aren't you freaked out by this?" Ed commented, his face still red.

"Um...I don't know...I was when I first figured it out and I was just about ready to die bleeding from my nose..." She bit her lip as she patched up a section. "...but then I thought about it and, it just sort of...makes sense."

"... it makes sense? ! I thought if anyone else but Al and me knew that they'd haul me off for sure ..."

"If someone else had figured it out, they probably would do that to you. It's socially unacceptable."

Ed sighed. "I just love being socially unacceptable."

"Hey, I'm not going to try to make it all sunshine and rainbows because it's not." Winry whacked the knee gently to set it.

"You know I don't view things like that in the first place."

"Good. But I grew up with you and Al. I know how close you two are, and so...it just sort of makes sense. Also, you owe me...a LOT of money."

"How much money?"

Winry wrote up a few figures quickly, doing the math on some paper and held it out to Ed with a smile.

"I suppose thirty-eight times in two weeks is something that can't happen again."

"Maybe you'll have to pace yourself a little."

Ed glared slightly. If she enjoyed making him uncomfortable, he figured he should return the favor. "Easier said than done."

"Okay, um, Ed, we're bordering on the 'too much information' line..."

"I know." He grinned at her before he got up to reluctantly pay her.

"Um, Ed!" Winry called before he was about to go. "...don't be a stranger anymore, okay? I miss you..."

Ed smiled at her. "Alright, alright. I'll drag Al over sometime too." He walked off, waving behind his head.

Winry laughed and called after him. "Yeah you better now that you know I can keep the house!"

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Ed trudged up the front steps and into the house, shutting the door behind him. "Al! I'm home!"

Al looked up from the tea he was holding and to the other room where the front door was and called back. "Welcome home! I'm in the dining room!"

The older alchemist went into the dining room and smiled when he saw his brother's face. He took a seat as well, holding out his arm to Al. "Winry fixed my automail."

"Wow, she did an amazing job." The strawberry blonde chuckled and took another sip. "As always..."

"Yup ... she charged me alot though." He sighed and looked over his arm as well.

Al raised an eyebrow. "How much and why?"

Ed told his brother the total and cringed. "She .. had to fix my leg too."

"She usually never charges you that much..." He said thoughtfully, his expression worried. "Is she in a tight spot?"

"Hmmm. Well apart from the fact she had to do alot of work ... um, she did tell me she could pay her rent now."

"Oh, gosh, and we've been ignoring her."

"I told her we'd come visit her more often." Ed said comfortingly.

"I'm glad. We really should be visiting her anyway." The younger alchemist set the rest of his tea aside and put his hands on his brother's. "But I'm glad you're alright now."

The blonde smiled at Al. "I'm glad too."

Al returned the smile. "So .. what would you like to do now?" He tapped his fingers against the table.

Ed leaned over and kissed his brother softly. "You don't have to get nervous around me."

The younger alchemist only let Ed say that much before interlocking their lips again. Ed kissed back hard, holding his brother's hand in his tightly.

"The table's in the way..." Al murmured against his lips.

Ed stood, kicking his chair away, and pulled his brother to his feet, resuming their kisses. "I can make it work.

"I'm counting on you." The strawberry blonde seemed to purr, wrapping his arms around Ed.

The older alchemist moved to push Al against the table, his lips drifting down across his brother's jaw and to his neck. Al made soft noises of satisfaction. Somehow it was still new to him, his brother's fingers and lips, hot breath and warm body pressing close; he couldn't resist. Each time he melted, each time he craved his brother to fill him again. Ed only briefly paused to pull off Al's shirt, running his hands down the strawberry blonde's smooth chest. One hand cold, one hand warm, teased each line and sensitive spot on his brother's body. His lips followed just as quick, the taste of Al's skin was indescribable, but something he loved. Ed's fingers moved quick as they reached the waist of his brother's pants. They were unbuttoned and pushed down in moments. Al felt warmth start to pool through him, his body aching to be touched. He sighed softly as Ed had to stop to take off his own shirt. The older alchemist then pushed his brother's pants off all the way and set him gently onto the table.

Al moved back a bit, spreading his legs and leaning on his elbows. "Brother .." he breathed out, staring at Ed with half-lidded eyes. The mere sight made the blonde bite down on his lip hard, reminding himself to have patience. He let out a deep breath before slicking his fingers carefully and pressing two into his brother. Al moaned gently, liking the feel of Ed's fingers pressing into him. It didn't hurt anymore, they had been together so many times now that he was used to it. The older alchemist moved forward a bit to lean on the table and gently left kisses across his brother's stomach, as he pressed in a third finger.

"Mmm .." Al replied, shifting one of his legs to the side.

Ed kissed along Al's hip, moving his fingers deeper to make sure Al was ready.

The strawberry blonde gasped. "Don't be too hard on...t-the table..."

Ed laughed as he removed his fingers and undid his own pants. "Oh please Al. We can always buy another table."

"I-I know..." His fingers already had gathered a bit of the fabric of the tablecloth up.

The older alchemist leaned over Al carefully, pushing in smoothly. Both of them let out soft groans. Ed braced his hands against the table and repeated the motion, faster this time. Al's legs locked carefully around his waist, his mouth opening and shutting with more soft sounds as Ed hit that spot inside him.

"H-harder, please, Brother." Al's hands slipped a little on the smooth tablecloth, and he accidentally pushed his now rattling teacup off the table. It shattered. "I- I'll fix it later .."

Ed shook his head, following Al's wishes and pounded harder into him. "Alphonse ..."

"Mmmn-" Al almost hissed, his back arching against the table now. It rocked under his brother's violent motions. It didn't hurt him though, all he knew was he was getting closer with each motion. Ed fit perfectly inside of him, fit perfectly against him.

The blonde dug his own nails hard into the table, feeling it scratch the wood underneath. He was holding himself up by his arms, exactly what he wasn't supposed to do, but in the moment he absolutely did not care. All he cared about was the beautiful boy writing in pleasure beneath him.

"B-Brother .. I think .. I mean I can't .." Al's voice cut off as his back arched again, his head dropping back. Ed only had to push in a few more times. He came shortly after he felt his brother come against both their stomachs. He shuddered, lowering himself down to his elbows and put his damp forehead against Al's chest. His brother shakily brought his arms up to rest them on Ed's shoulders. They both tried to breathe smoothly again.

"I uhm .. got some on the tablecloth .. I suppose I'll have to get rid of it .. " Al sighed.

"And the cup too?" Ed laughed, the sound seeming to vibrate through both of them.

"No, I can fix that with alchemy. But I don't think anything will fix this stain."

Ed kissed his brother's chest. "Good thinking, little brother. And we can always buy a new tablecloth." Shortly after he pulled away, grabbing some nearby napkins to clean up some of the mess. He was just re-buttoning his pants up when they both heard a loud knock from the front door. Al had only just gotten off the table, his body still shaking sightly after the violent treatment it had just received.

"Oh no." Al said softly.

A/N: Who's at the door? Oh you guys know I'm gonna upload the next chapter like tomorrow. More characters. 8Db Yey! Thanks for the reviews/alerts/ect.! Oh do you guys want longer chapters? Please review and tell me and I'll try to make them longer.