Love, Interrupted.
A Full Metal Alchemist Story.
By: Blue-Rico
[A.N: Oh my goodness, it has been so long! If my characters seem inaccurate to the original FMA story line, please forgive me, I don't have much time at all to do any additional research into anything, and I am writing by memory. Thank you all who have supported me, and I hope you enjoy what I put out here! Love ya'll!]
((WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT LATER IN CHAPTER. IM WARNING YOU!))
Damn, it's hot out here! When are we ever going to make it back to the city? Ugh, I hope the situation isn't as bad as it sounds…
Edward thought to himself, as he and Colonel Mustang trekked back through the farmland, and into the city. It was midday, and it was already a burning stew pot! There was barely any breeze, and it wasn't even the summer yet! Something was definitely amiss.
"Looks like we are almost there, just a little bit farther, then we can see if things have gotten worse, or, hopefully, better."
Roy Mustang breathed out his words in agony. It was seriously hot, and he even thought that for a moment he would love to be a water alchemist, and not a fire one. Colonel Mustang chuckled to himself at the thought.
"What's so funny?"
Asked Edward, wondering what could possibly be humorous, especially at a time like this.
"Oh, just wishful thinking, that's all."
Roy shrugged and brushed the topic off like dust on his shoulders.
It was just before nightfall that the team reached the State Alchemist Headquarters. They got themselves a glass of water before they went to the higher-ups and assessed the situation.
Riza Hawkeye was the first to greet the men.
"Finally you made it! I was worried sick!"
She love-tapped the Colonel on the shoulder, even though it actually hurt. Riza finally noticed the long gone FullMetal Alchemist, Edward Elric.
"EDWARD!"
Riza hugged him with her iron grip as his little body was struggling to worm out of her grasp, feeling his rib cage cave in just a little bit, before the Colonel put his hand on her shoulder lightly, signaling to fall back.
"It's been so long! Where were you? How is Alphonse?"
Riza had too many questions for Edward to process and answer all at the same time, because, as they all knew, she was a demanding woman.
"Alright, Hawkeye, calm down. We need to discuss this situation. Status report?"
Colonel Roy Mustang got them back on track, to Edward's joy.
"Well, the unknown creature seems to be controlled by another force, perhaps someone who created 'it'? We all know it is a Chimera, and we just need to figure out: Who created it, why, and out of what? Because, this is entirely illegal!"
Riza Hawkeye gave her report with her fullest professionalism, but she winced at a pain in her stomach.
"Um, will you two excuse me? I'll be right back…"
Edward and Roy shrugged and expected Riza's problem to be some sort of female thing. But secretly, Colonel Mustang's heart sank to his toes.
Oh man! What's wrong with me! Could she really be- I've got to stop thinking like this! But… What will I do? What will SHE do? I have to talk to her sometime… I just hope this doesn't turn out to be a regret…
"Hey! Hey! Colonel! You there? Heeellooo?"
Edward flailed his body around in front of the Colonel's thousand-yard stare, and finally, Roy came back to himself, saying,
"Oh, sorry Full Metal… I'm just thinking about the situation…"
Which was quite true, but he was thinking of a different problem; not the one Edward was thinking about.
"Okay guys, I'm back!"
Riza came out through the swinging doors and she looked pale, like she had seen a ghost or something.
"Are you okay, Riza?"
Colonel Mustang was the first to ask.
"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm fine, just had to use the lady's room. Anyway, we will deploy tomorrow, first thing in the morning. We need our supplies to be ready, and, sadly, due to the complexity and secrecy of this mission, it will be just the three of us."
Riza got back to the point as quickly as she could without causing further suspicion.
"But- How are we going to take this down? Like, who are we looking for?"
Edward inquired, wondering who and what they were up against, besides a Chimera created by some psycho.
"Well, we have to- um… Honestly, I don't know. No one is giving out any information, and none of the other Alchemists want to be a part of this one, because it is just 'soooo scarryy'. I understand the seriousness of this whole thing, but jeeze, couldn't they just man up?"
Or maybe they know something we don't… This could get interesting…
Edward sighed as he hoped that this whole thing wouldn't take much time, because he was already worried about Alphonse.
How is he holding up? I hope he isn't taking this too hard…
Alphonse woke up around 7:30 PM and was startled because he never slept that long before.
"A whole day? This is horrible! I have to make Edward dinner!"
Alphonse shot up and out of his sheets, then he realized the sobering truth. Edward was not home. He is gone. Out on some sort of crazy secret mission. Alphonse's eyes burned and he made a promise in his heart, and hoping Edward would feel it too, that he would not cry more than once a day, and that he will make the cottage a wonderful, happy, and beautiful place to be.
"It's time to man up, Al! Well, I guess, Femme up, because, for one thing, I'm wearing a maid's outfit, and another, IM CLEANING! What kind of man CLEANS? Well, ME!"
Al mumbled to himself, and decided to make a list of chores and renovations he could to by himself, without any MAJOR injuries…
"Hmmm… What this place really needs, is something in the oven!"
So Alphonse began preparing a delicious apple pie, while humming a song, and whimsically tossing ingredients into the mixing bowl, pivoting on one foot to reach for the whisk and a rolling pin, and got to work.
While the pie was in the oven, Alphonse decided to clean up the house. Sweeping the creaky floor boards, the stairs, and every nook and cranny in the small cottage that he could find. Al then came across a large photo album, full of old pictures of Edward, himself, and all of the other State Alchemists. Alphonse noticed that most of the pictures he was in, he was still trapped in the large suit of armor. He smiled to himself and began to remember all of the good times he and the Alchemists had together, although he was not a part of the team, he was a very important person, and he loved everyone he came into contact with and shared many good memories of the past. Alphonse flipped to the back of the album and found many pictures of his parents. He quickly closed the book shut and dust powdered all over him, and the surrounding area.
"Great… I have to sweep and dust again, silly me! Hiding from nothing…"
Alphonse sighed and began to clean the rest of the home. About an hour or so later, the apple pie was ready to cool by the window, and soon, he would be able to eat some after a long day of hard work.
The cottage smelled of sweet apples, glazed in honey, sugar, and cinnamon, with a delicate, simple, yet delicious pie crust to top it all off. Al smiled, and rejoiced in his heart, the ability to smell, and to taste, and most of all, to feel. He remembered the times when Edward would cradle him before bed, and tell Alphonse all kinds of stories of his travels, and the people he met. Edward's touch was so loving and tender, his kisses were full of passion and desire. Alphonse trembled thinking about how he and Edward made love to each other; how safe and warm he felt, inside and out. Alphonse slowly drifted into sleep, dreaming, wishing, he could have one night with his husband and brother.
"Jeez, it's cold outside! Let's get in the house, before we catch a cold."
Edward said, hoping to catch Alphonse's attention as he was gazing into the night sky, stroking his fingers through the soft blades of grass.
"Oh, yes. We should. Shall I make some tea?"
Alphonse loved making Edward smile as he drank Al's secret recipe for tea that really made Edward quite the romantic.
"Yeah, that sounds good, I'll be in our bedroom, come in once the tea is ready, I have a surprise for you."
Edward winked at Alphonse as he went into the cottage, followed by Al, going their separate ways.
"Okay, let's see here… two tablespoons of this, a couple teaspoons of that, and a dash of sugar, and just enough warm water to make it all perfect."
Alphonse was focusing so hard on the tea making process, that he didn't hear Edward humming a tune, their favorite, actually. Ed made the bed, lit a few candles, kicked his shoes and socks off, and sprayed a few spots on his body with cologne. He knew where Alphonse liked it, too.
Al then put the tea cups, tea kettle, and a small bowl for cubes of sugar, all onto a silver tray, decorated with gold floral designs. He noticed a sweet, musky smell as he approached their bedroom. wondering why he smelt it there, he cautiously opened the door, and nearly dropped the tray to the sight of Edward, lying on the bed, candles lit, and obviously, had a lump in his pants.
"Err, umm, Edward? Where would you like me to put the tea?"
Alphonse was beginning to sweat, as he noticed he was becoming aroused as well.
"On the nightstand, please."
"Okay."
Alphonse crept over to Edward's side of the bed, to place the tray of hot liquid onto his nightstand. Once he did, Edward caught Alphonse off guard, and heaved him over onto the mattress, and began to take his shirt off, button by button.
"Eek! Edward! Umm… What-"
Before Alphonse could finish his sentence, Edward silenced him with a wet kiss to the lips. Alphonse wrapped his arms around Edward's neck and kissed back, slightly nervous as to what was about to happen. Edward unzipped his pants, threw them onto the floor and slowly removed his boxers, revealing his large, hardened member.
Alphonse squirmed in excitement, and fear, once he realized where it was going to go.
"You ready?"
Edward asked seductively as he kissed and licked Al's neck, slowly trailing down his chest, and eventually, finding his member throbbing too.
"Ye- Yes!"
Alphonse lifted his legs onto Edward's shoulder, as he lubricated the small entrance to Al's insides.
"Okay, I'm going to start slowly, if it hurts, just tell me, and I'll stop."
Edward then slowly slid into Alphonse. Al yelped, and Edward stopped, but Alphonse wanted more, although he was in pain. He pushed himself onto Edward, giving him the OK to proceed. Edward pushed a bit harder, then a little faster, and both of them began to sweat and moan with great pleasure.
"EDWARD! Oh my gosh!"
Alphonse screamed in ecstasy, as he clawed Edward's back and tugged on his loosening braided hair.
"I love you Alphonse! Don't you ever- huff- forget that!"
Edward breathed out his words, slowly nearing his climax, as Alphonse did as well. But he kept pushing himself deeper and deeper, trying to find Al's sweet spot. Soon enough he did, and Alphonse screamed with pleasure as he arched his back and began to shake, then he released his semen onto Edward's chest and stomach. And Edward did the same with a loud, thundering moan, he bent his head backward as Alphonse took him into his mouth, and swallowed all of his juices.
Edward pulled out of Alphonse's mouth, and fell onto his side, curled up next to Al on the bed. They soon fell asleep in a kiss.