A/N: I'm going to attempt updating via phone. So seriously work with me here haha, between auto correct and my stupid hands and narcotics, this might end in tears! Found out I officially have a pelvic fracture. Nothing but time will heal it, and I go back soon to see how well it is healing. Thanks for reviews so far, and to those lurking and reading!

As promised, this is your warning for some
serious blood pressure raising scenes Bahahaha. And also, not my characters, not my storyline, just good ol' FANfiction XOXO

I woke up to the pattern of slow, lazy circles being traced down my spine. Instead of lifting my head or opening my eyes, I chose to revel in the contact. Edward's expert knowledge of muscles and how to work them was relaxing, tempting me back into sleep. I groaned quietly, burying my face into his neck.

He chuckled, leaning his cheek against my forehead. "Good morning, General."

I groaned louder in response, shifting my right leg that was trapped between his thigh and knee. The moment I did, I realized I pushed my groin into his right leg.

I froze, not exactly horrified, but definitely verging on embarrassed. Edward raised his leg, grinding it against me in response. My breath hitched, causing my voice to go about an octave higher as I mumbled, "Apparently a VERY good morning."

I lifted my head to look him in the eyes. Edward stared back, very obviously amused at the moment. I ran my right hand down his side tentatively, watching his eyes flutter shut and his lips part slightly as I gripped his ass tightly.

I leaned up, gently kissing him. He responded enthusiastically, lips parting further. Without hesitation I deepened the kiss, bringing my hips forward only to be rewarded with a sharp gasp.

Edward ran his left hand through my hair, eyes screwed tight as my hand ventured from his backside to his hip. I felt my breath catch as I bravely pressed my palm against the front of his boxers. The material was slightly damp and burning from his desire trapped beneath.

A soft whimper escaped Edward's lips as I experimentally gave a squeeze. His hand in my hair tightened, but not quite pulling as I continued to grind the heel of my palm into his erection. When his breath hitched, I could feel his cock give a tangible twitch. It resulted in his hand leaving its death grip on the back of my head and instead gripping my offending hand. He pressed down with considerable force, lifting his hips to meet the motion and friction he created.

I kissed him again, even though he was panting and shuddering from his own ministrations. I gripped him through the thin material once more and he cried out, tearing my hand away.

"Fuck," He whispered into my kiss. I let him pull my arm up behind his head. "I'm sorry. I-I just...it's too soon, I can't..."

I smiled at him, then kissed his cheek, pulling myself onto my knees above him. "I understand, Ed. It's unfortunate, but endearing."

Edward grimaced, sighing. "I would like to ask something important of you, Mustang."

"And that would be...?" I inquired.

His gaze met mine hesitantly. "Would you come with me to visit Al?" He asked quietly.

I grinned a little, quirking an eyebrow. "Any reason in particular that you want me to?"

He looked away for a brief moment, blushing. "I would like him to show you some of the massage techniques for my automail. I had originally asked Ilych, but... that obviously didn't pan out like I expected."

I felt a flush rise on my own cheeks. It was an incredibly personal request. I lowered myself against him, leaving a gentle trail of kisses down his jaw and neck, my hands trailing up his neck and fingers tangling in his short hair before I replied, "I would love to, Edward."

His hands ran up my sides as he whispered, "I love the way you touch me, Mustang."

"And what way would that be?" I teased.

Edward's hands rested on my shoulder blades, digging into the flesh a little when his grip tightened. He looked scared as he whispered, "Like I matter."

The train ride was long and uncomfortable. A few times I noticed the was Edward shifted uncomfortably in the seat, but I refrained from pointing it out. I was sure there were a myriad of reasons; anxiety being one of many I considered. He had confessed to me that he hadn't seen Al or Winry since he chopped off his braid.

When we finally strolled up to the front porch at sunset, luggage in tow, Alphonse came barreling out the front door. Edward dropped his bag, gathering his brother up in a tight embrace.

"God, I've missed you!" Al shouted, damn near took him to the ground in his excitement.

I muffled a laugh behind my hand as Alphonse released his brother. "Good evening, Alphonse. How has life been since the military?"

The young man laughed, shrugging. "It's been all right, Sir. I'm surprised you're here. What brings you this far? Couldn't have been the stellar company, that's for sure!" He winked at me as Edward playfully slugged him in the arm.

"Fuck you, Al! Unlike everyone else, I see through your backhanded compliments, you little shit!" Ed hooked an elbow around Al's neck, effectively pulling him into a headlock.

"Okay, okay! Mercy!" Alphonse wailed playfully. Edward released him, looking rather smug. "Damn, you didn't have to use your right arm! Now everyone will think Winry choked me out again."

Edward laughed, and laughed hard. "I don't even want to know. Can we please go inside now? I smell dinner cooking and it's killing me!"

Alphonse led the way inside, pointing upstairs for us to deposit our things. I stood in the doorway of the room, observing only one large bed in the corner. Edward tossed his bag in the corner and flopped back onto it, sighing. "I should have mentioned you were coming, Al would've set up another bed. As long as you don't mind sharing for a few nights..."

I smirked, sauntering over to him. I dropped my bag next to his and leaned over him, letting my lips hover above his. "I don't mind if you don't, Edward."

He reached up, fingertips brushing along my jaw. He smiled then, an almost cocky expression. "I wish you didn't have to shave. I like you a little scruffy."

I placed both hands on either side of his head, kissing him gently. Edward smiled into the kiss, a slight laugh passing his lips. "And what, exactly, is so funny?" I demanded playfully.

"It's nothing," He responded, smiling a little more while he slid his hands up the backs of my arms. His fingertips seemed to map every curve of muscle and flesh as they trailed to my shoulders. "I am just...infatuated with you. I think I'm embarrassed by my own feelings, and that you can make me feel this way."

I leaned forward, pushing our hips together. "I've never known you to be embarrassed easily."

Before I could react or even comprehend what happened, Edward had me flipped on my back and was straddling my hips. My arms were pinned above my head, his grip firm. His eyes searched mine in silence, chewing his lip. I should have been embarrassed that I was already hard from the sequence of events, but it was mostly the gorgeous man above me taking control that was so arousing.

"Ah. Is this a bad time? You can eat later if you'd rather continue..." Came Alphonse's amused comment from the doorway.

Both of us snapped our heads to the left. Al was leaning against the door frame casually, that classic Elric smirk plastered on his face. Edward released me, sitting up so fast he scrambled for a moment. I caught him by his hips, pulling myself upright in the same motion. Edward hid his face in his hands, flushing a brilliant shade of scarlet I hadn't seen before.

Alphonse cackled, his head thrown back in pure amusement. "So is this why you brought him along? To tell us in person that you're seeing him?"

Edward slumped in horror, and I found myself laughing. I hugged him, my forehead resting against his collar bone. "Can we please discuss this later!" Ed all but shrieked, his tone elevated. "Fuck, not what I wanted you to walk in on. I'm going to kill you if you fuckin' say one more word, Al."

The younger Elric continued to laugh as he turned and headed down the stairs.

"You know," I mused, "I think I like you in this position." I rolled my hips against his for emphasis, causing him to put his left hand over my face. He pushed me back onto the bed and climbed off.

"Fucking pervert," He grumbled, but the smile playing on his lips allowed me to believe he accepted the comment.

After an awkward meal with Al and Winry, the mechanic grabbed Edward, dragging him to the back of the shop. He glanced over his shoulder, eyes pleading for Al or I to save him. We both smiled innocently as he disappeared through the doorway.

Al leaned back in his chair, smirking at me. "So, General Mustang. How long have you been having office trysts with my insubordinate brother?"

I chuckled, scratching my chin. "It's really not what you think. Not yet, at least. He's being delightfully shy about our relationship."

"Shy is not usually in Ed's vocabulary. I'm glad, though. A few months ago, I was seriously worried. He cut his hair, he was obviously depressed. Even Hawkeye was freaked out. Called Winry to ask what the hell happened because he started wearing the issued uniform. At that point, I didn't know what to say about him."

I nodded in agreement. "I was concerned, but I didn't know how to approach him without pissing him off. All it took was both of us drunk to work it out, apparently."

Al shook his head, laughing slightly. "I can't wrap my head around you two hooking up." His tone turned more serious as he added, "You know, he was in love with you when we were still just kids. Not that I'm saying it's your fault-I'm positive you had no clue, but it really fucked with him when he figured it out. Especially when you had to do your job and tell him what a fuck-up job he'd done."

I chewed the inside of my lip, feeling a little guilty. "I wish I'd had even the slightest inclination. I didn't even know his sexual preference until recently. It came as a surprise, that's for sure."

"What about you, then? If I remember correctly, you are supposed to be the greatest womanizer. What happened there?"

I flashed him a wide grin. "I can't say it isn't true. Women are amazing creatures, but in all honesty, Edward is far more attractive and enticing. He was attractive before, but the short hair? I would've lusted after him openly were I ten years younger."

Alphonse snorted, shaking his head. "So is he your first?"

"There have only been a select few men. Looking back, they were the more serious relationships I have had. I don't intend to hurt Edward with the curiosity of a homosexual relationship; I know how to be with a man, emotionally and sexually."

Alphonse smiled in earnest. "Good, because I would hate to transmute your genitals inside out if you do something incredibly stupid like cheat on him with a woman."

I must have paled at his comment. His smile turned to that wicked Elric smirk once again.

Alphonse stood, clearing the table. I followed suit, grabbing the remaining dishes and followed him into the kitchen.

"I know Edward wanted to ask you himself, but he was hoping you could teach me some massage techniques while we were here."

Alphonse smiled again. "He must trust you a great deal. Not many people know it's something he needs to have done. At least once a week, but daily would be preferred for his shoulder. Winry has tried to get him to adopt a more lightweight attachment, but he refuses. It's hell on his back, though. Same with his leg. It forces him to stay in great shape, but it is still hard on his body to compensate for the weight difference."

"I noticed on the train that he shifted around a lot. I didn't realize before how different he has to carry himself." I replied, slipping the dishes into the water.

Just then, a muffled and very angry outburst echoed through the house. Al and I froze, glancing nervously from each other to the dining room. He set a pile of plates on the counter and scratched his head nervously. "I, uh, I'm going to go make sure they aren't bludgeoning each other with spare limbs or tools."

I watched him leave and nervously began washing the dishes. Twenty minutes or so passed when I heard a door slam and Edward's angry voice traveled through the rooms. "Crazy fucking bitch just detached it without warning! What the fuck did she think would happen!"

"Really, brother? Kicking oil at her was going to solve what, exactly?" Alphonse asked calmly.

"Made me feel better, that's for damn sure!"

Edward hobbled into the dining room, a crutch under his left arm. I leaned against the door frame, frowning. He glared at me, as if daring me to make a demeaning comment.

We continued staring at each other until he demanded indignantly, "What! She took my damn leg! Am I supposed to jump with joy? Fucking hurts like hell!"

"Ed, why don't we head upstairs so I can show Roy those massages. You need to relax." Alphonse interrupted, overly cheerful as he grabbed Edward by his shoulders to lead him towards the stairs before his brother could argue.

With little help, Edward made it up the steps. Alphonse trailed hesitantly behind him into the bedroom. I found myself lingering back. I had never seen him without his limbs unless they were broken and damn near torn off.

I watched curiously as Al helped him onto the bed, then pulled up a stool from the corner. He glanced over his shoulder at me, eying me curiously. I inhaled sharply and got closer. Al gently pulled Edward's shirt off, tossing it to the end of the bed. Then he gripped his brother's boxers and gently stripped then off.

Edward tensed, burying his face into the mattress as Al began to work on his shoulders. I stood behind him, watching how he felt the tissue before pressing into it. As I stood there, Alphonse explained what he was doing, instructing me how to touch and feel for the areas that needed the most attention.

Once it came closer to what Al lovingly referred to as Edward's "gluteous maximus," he generously dumped the massage oil onto my hands and placed them where he claimed usually needed the most work. A few times Edward cried out in pain or whimpered, which turned the sadistic grin on Alphonse's lips to sympathy. When I felt down Edward's right leg, he jerked involuntarily. His thigh was tense and it took awhile before he relaxed under my touch.

Alphonse slid off his stool and gestured for me to sit in his place. I continued to work my way down Edward's leg, I barely noticed Alphonse leaving the room, the click of the door closing hardly registering. I gently worked my fingers back up his leg, sliding my hand sensually up the inside of his thigh. His breath hitched when I started pressing into the thigh of his left leg, carefully working around the metal encasing his amputation.

"That little shit left, didn't he?" Edward mumbled, his voice muffled by the bed.

I glanced at the closed door and an odd nervousness creeped up on me. "He did."

"Conniving little bastard, probably going to go fuck Winry in the shop. Ridiculous..." He growled.

I laughed before I could stop myself. "It might have more to do with leaving us alone. Considering you're more oiled up than a machine and nude, I don't blame him."

An awkward moment of silence fell between us as I trailed both hands up the backs of his thighs, gripping his ass playfully. He tensed and moaned, pressing his hips into the mattress hard when I took it upon myself to bravely spread his cheeks.

He drew his hands up, gripping the sheets as I smoothed my palms up his back. I felt my desire coil between my legs and against my better judgement, I placed a few kisses along his spine.

For a moment I wondered if Edward had stopped breathing until a shudder ran its way down his body. I grabbed the hand towel off the nightstand and cleaned the massage oil off as best I could before rubbing the back of his neck, murmuring a quiet apology.

He turned to face me and looked at me curiously. "You don't need to apologize. It's just that...I'm not used to this kind of attention."

"Do you want to sit up? I can grab a sheet for you." I replied.

He shook his head, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he leaned up on his elbows. I couldn't stop myself as I pulled him into a harsh, open mouthed kiss. Both of my hands cupped his cheeks, one trailing down to the back of his neck. He kissed back, biting at my bottom lip and tongue. Without hesitation, he slipped his right arm under my left and pulled me onto the bed as he rolled both of us, not breaking our kiss.

Edward's dexterous fingers had my button-up shirt off in moments, running his palms down my chest. I pulled away long enough see the wild look in his eyes. "Ed...," I barely managed to whisper. My throat was tight, and we were both panting.

He blinked slowly, shallow breaths resonating between us. I pushed myself back onto my heels, running my palms down his sweat slicked sides. I maintained eye contact with him, leaving a trail of light bites and kisses until I reached the curve of his narrow hips.

I cupped his sex gently, and glanced down with a shaky breath. The first thing I noticed was he kept himself shaved. I grinned wickedly, licking my lips. "Well, well," I said, my voice strained and sounding husky as I met his gaze once more.

Edward was flushed, lust taking precedence over everything as I gripped the base of his cock. His shoulders dropped and his head hit the bed with a soft thump.

I kissed down the inside of his left thigh, brushing the stubble on my cheek against it as I brought myself back up. His thighs shook, and tensed sporadically.

I didn't hesitate in taking him into my mouth, pushing my tongue against the underside hard. A choked, high pitched whimper made me moan as I drew back up his length. I kissed the head, my tongue slipping against it.

For a moment, I thought my sense of touch deceived me. I drew back slowly, and pulled the head apart with my thumb and forefinger. I glanced up at Edward, but he was still burying his face in his hand. The question and hesitation must have been expected, because he managed to gasp the words "Xingese body modification."

I gently teased his split urethra, causing all sorts of unintelligible and interesting noises to spill from his lips. He kept grinding his hips into the bed, tipping them forward as I continued to push him farther into my mouth and throat.

When his thighs began to shake uncontrollably, I pulled my mouth up over the tip and gripped his cock tightly, stroking him hard. He froze, coming hard as I continued to work him.

He let out an incredible moan and his back arched off the bed. I swallowed, kissing and touching my way back up his chest.

Suddenly, his hands tangled into my hair as he gasped, begging me to stop. My heart sank as I complied. He continued to convulse with aftershocks of his orgasm, running his thumb across my lips. "I'm sorry," he panted. "I should have told you I'm extremely sensitive afterwards!"

I leaned up and left a chaste kiss on his lips. "Should've mentioned a few things, to be truthful," I teased.

"Fuck, didn't expect you to go down on me like that or I would have," He laughed between pants. "Rule number one is don't touch me right after an orgasm. Feels like my skin is on fire when I'm touched."

I smiled down at him, leaning on my forearm. "I thought I fucked up when you grabbed two handfuls of hair and started yanking."

Edward laughed softly, running his left hand up my chest. "Sorry, I wasn't really able to communicate the issue. You about threw me into a coma." He leaned up, catching my lips gently with teeth and tongue. "Thanks, though." He teased.

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A/N: so. That happened. Mwahahahaha. It only took me all day to figure out how to accomplish updating this _ but I was determined, dammit! Read, review, touch yourself. Whatever you need to do hahaha. Since I'm kinda doing these updates like this, chapters might not be as long, but that just means more updates, right? Right.

Can't believe I wrote this much on my phone o.O