We're almost the same, aren't we? Our hair is the same, our eyes are the same…but there's something that separates us…something that takes you away from me…
This person is offering to be your stand in…he's offering to take all of our suffering on to his shoulders…and I let him…
Is this a mistake…?
Alphonse arched up, his back and hips coming off of the paper of the hospital bed as Roy thrust expertly; all he could hear was their joined panting, their moaning and the crinkling that the paper gave with every move that they made.
Edward…!
Burying his hands into the Colonel's hair, he pulled the man closer, his mind putting his brother in his place as he bit at him ferociously. He wanted it to be rough, he wanted the pain, he wanted to be punished for his sin. His nails scratched down Roy's back as he whimpered and begged, thrusting his body hard against the older male's; his eyes shot to the door.
No one would come in, Roy had locked the door; no one could see them, Roy had closed the blinds; but he wanted them to see, he wanted so desperately to be hated for what he was feeling.
"Edward", he croaked, "I want Edward"
"I know", Roy replied gently, thrusting that much harder to bring the boy to his completion before the spell of ecstasy wore off of him and he pushed the Colonel away. Al's nails dug desperately into the older male's back and Roy knew that it was close; mustering all the strength that he could, he sped up, thrusting as hard as he could into the smaller body below him. The seconds passed like an eternity until finally the blonde let out a silent scream, arched off of the bed, his eyes snapping open as his body shook. His muscles were tense, rock hard below him as he felt the pressurized spurt that signified the start of the blonde's release.
Slowly, very slowly, Alphonse felt his body soften, sinking back down onto the bed as he panted, watching the raven haired man pull away from him.
What is there to say in a moment like this…?
He silently reached for the Colonel again, pulling him down and letting his weight rest on his thin frame, holding him close like a lover might.
"If you tell him, I will kill you", he whispered softly, letting his breath tickle the older man's ear before he released him and Roy bent his head so that they were close, his smirk one of dominance.
"Of course~", he crooned, then he was gone, his warmth no longer there for Alphonse to take relish in. Roy enjoyed the way the boy shivered and shook, so very like the brother that he loved so much as he lingered in the afterglow of whatever heaven that they had gone to.
What could this be like for him? To have one moment of freedom in this world of nosy nurses and doctors? The flame alchemist would never have survived here; the only way that they had allowed him to close the blinds and lock the door was to tell all whom it concerned that they would be praying. He smirked at that thought; their interaction-even though his partner had cried out to God more than once-could hardly constitute as praying.
"Is something wrong Colonel?", the dark haired male snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the younger's question.
"Not at all", he replied lightly, "I should be going, Edward thinks I am at the store", the sickling nodded and the Colonel turned to leave, "Edward might come up later on", he stated, knowing that even if he wanted to, the younger male wouldn't refuse the visitation from his older brother.
"Well then I will see him when he comes to see me, now won't I?", Al replied; Roy made some sound of agreement, though if he said anything it wasn't intelligible enough for the patient to understand it. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the tick in the back of his throat that spoke of a coming coughing fit, "When will you be coming again?"
Alphonse watched the older male tap his chin lightly, halfway through pulling on his button up shirt, his slacks still lying on the floor. The sudden urge to reach for him again came over the boy and he crawled across the hospital bed and wrapped his arms around the elder male, kissing up his neck and jaw. Granted, he was only sleeping with him because he couldn't sleep with Edward; but that didn't mean that he wanted him to feel like he was only there for that reason, he didn't love him, but he wanted him to feel loved, like he was important.
"How does later tonight sound?", Roy suggested gently, "Edward will be out with Noah for her birthday, we wont be so pressed for time."
"It sounds fine", the sickling said softly, sucking on a point on the elder's neck and raising a welt, "I want to try something tonight", it wasn't a question, it was a statement and it was something that he knew the Colonel would enjoy, thus he released the flame alchemist and watched him finish dressing as he scooted back to his proper place.
**
Edward turned as he heard the front door open and the familiar click of Roy's shoes on the wood stated that his lover was home. Putting the dish that he was washing back into the sink, he grabbed the towel that he had been using to dry said dishes, and dried his hands as he headed into the main hall.
"What took you so long?", he asked playfully, "did you go to the wrong store?", his smile dimmed a little however when he saw the older man; he looked tired, like it had been a long walk.
"Is something wrong?, he asked curiously, unaware of just how much like his younger brother he sounded.
Roy turned to him, watched him for a moment then suddenly pinned him to the wall and kissed him ferociously. Grinding against the smaller figure, his hands roved desperately down Ed's small frame. He loved Edward, needed Edward to slake the lust that Alphonse aroused in him and to smooth the guilt that rose with it.
I love YOU...but I want HIM...
It was wrong, but he'd jumped at the chance like a starving dog to a bone and now he supposed that he was paying his debt in guilt. The game that he was master in was a hazardous one; it became dangerous when you got in too deep; when you loved one of the parties involved. When that came about, you walked a razor's edge, trying not to hurt them, but trying not to hurt yourself at the same time.
Edward pushed him back a little and smiled gently, a curious tone in his voice.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine", the dark haired male said gently, knowing that inside he really wasn't okay, that he wasn't going to be okay, knowing that tonight he was not going to find solace just as he hadn't any night before.
"Where were you planning on taking Noah for her birthday?", he asked, changing the subject quickly.
"She hasn't decided yet", the blonde replied, running his fingers up his lover's coat and smiling that pleading smile, "are you sure you don't want to come?" Giving a fatigued nod, the Colonel kissed the younger male's forehead and pulled away.
"I think I am going to take a shower"
A nice, ice cold shower…
**
Al sat up in his bed as he waited almost impatiently for Roy to arrive, he had been told by several nurses that he should have been lying down, but he just couldn't do that. He was being selfish, he knew that he was, Roy could very well contract tuberculosis from him and yet they both partook in this with nothing more covering the dark haired man's face than a doctor's mask that they gave him on the way in.
Glancing at the clock he noted the time, six o clock, he would be there soon, Edward had come up to tell him around four that he was going out with Noah for her birthday and that they might stop in later. He doubted that they would though, they rarely did when something important was going on during the day, they all would be too tired to visit; he and Roy would be safe to enjoy their activities.
The door opened and Roy stepped in, the familiar blue mask over his nose and mouth, he was as handsome as ever, looking as though he had roused from some form of relaxation just to come to visit the sickling.
"Right on time", Alphonse greeted lightly, watching the man close the door and loosen his tie.
And so it begins again…
**
"Shouldn't we go visit Al in the hospital?", Gracia asked lightly as she and Edward walked with Noah down the street; it had been a couple hours since they'd left the house now and were all laden heavily with the remnants of their dinners which they carried in small boxes.
"I don't see why not, we have to walk that way anyhow.", Edward said gently, the gypsy had finally decided on a little bistro in the center of town as her birthday destination and they had to walk past the hospital to get home anyway, "I'm sure he would like the company"
**
Roy bit into his lip, holding onto Alphonse's hips as he bent over the bed, standing on his toes on the cool tile floor. He couldn't say that he wasn't enjoying the younger male's new sense of adventure, it was refreshing and erotic at the same time, if anything he was enjoying it just all too much. Bending low over the blonde's smoothe back, he braced both hands on either side of his and sped up, driving into him with a force that spoke volumes on the desperate lust that he was feeling.
"Colonel~", Al's legs spread just a little wider as he peaked up on tip toes, obviously trying to get to something that was just out of his reach. Roy smirked, slowing and hitting him harder; making the boy bite the bed in order to muffle the squeal that the older male was drawing from him. Grabbing the boy by the hips, he hoisted him up, pushing him further onto the bed and rolling him onto his side as he hooked the blond's knee over his shoulder.
"Touch yourself", he ordered gently, watching as one creamy white hand moved to the younger male's painful looking erection and stroke it up and down; it sent a shiver of sheer lust down his spine.
"Before-", Al choked out "before I got my body back", he panted, keeping his hand's rythm in time with Roy's thrusting, "You all thought I couldn't feel anything; it's true, I couldn't feel pain but- AH!", he shuddered and rocked, crying out as the dark haired Colonel hit a soft spot, they were both close, that was when the younger male started talking. He would always revelate something in his madness while they were so highly euphoric and some of the things he said either didn't make sense to the Colonel, or they astounded him. "I felt other things", he croaked, pushing his face against the hospital bed, "fingers, I always felt little fingers touching me; crawling and skittering, scratching me."
Arching high off the bed, his body went hard as his climax spurted out, sending the Colonel off of the proverbial cliff. The boy pulled the older man down, holding him close as his fingertips danced over the marks from the scratches that he'd made; indentations in the perfect flesh by now.
"Is that what you feel when we do this?", he asked in a whisper that made the dark haired man's throat go dry; he opened his mouth to answer behind the mask but- the door to the room opened.