A/N On The Universe: Okay this is kind of following cannon from the movie verse Conqueror of Shamballa. Where Ed and Alphonse are stuck in OUR world (Parallel world of earth) but instead of them being stuck in 1923, its 2013. AND they are in America, not Germany.

A/N On Reviews: I adore getting feedback and constructive criticism, but I do have one request to make. When commenting, please bear in mind that your comments and suggestions, both good and bad, are your opinion only, rather than (in general) a statement of fact. It is easy to accidentally insult or offend an author by sounding demanding and entitled in a written review, and I know that is never anyone's intention. By all means tell me if you think something seems a bit off, but give a moment's thought to how the tone of your review might be received. Thanks!

Rating Information - Rated "MA" overall due to scenes of an explicit or disturbing nature later on. Meaning Boy on boy, with incest dabbled into there. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, you may press the back button. But if you do enjoy this type of 'kink' then please stay put. Thing are about to get bumpy in here.

Warning: Mild language. Confused feelings and kissing.


Chapter one: A Deadly Sin

As it turned out, Alphonse was only five minutes late for his class. No one – seemingly - noticed him slip in towards the back. The professor was already in the center of the room lecturing the students.

Al was in his third year of his prerequisite at Purdue. Meaning he was moving through the final steps of finishing up the required courses to get into the Clinical Laboratory program with an affiliated hospital.

In general, acceptance is based on your academic performances, biographical information, letters of recommendation, motivation, aptitude, work experience, and your performance during admission interviews.

Honestly, Alphonse needed a perfect attendance and an even better work ethic to attempt at getting into his ideal courses for his best chance at actually getting a job as a Laboratory Scientist.

'That is if I can balance exams and the rest of everything else I have to do.' Alphonse thought with an idle sigh falling from him.

There was a slight safety net to catch him, though.

When a student wasn't accepted into the hospital courses at the end of their junior year, they may be able to complete a bachelor's degree with a different major, but that wasn't what Alphonse wanted out of his life.

He wanted to be working in the Laboratory helping to create new medication to help the general population.

I have to make sure I don't miss any more of my classes… Alphonse thought getting his blue note book from his bag at his feet. Soundlessly, he started to obverse what the Professor was talking about, as well as jotting down notes from the large white board behind him.

The class went on like Alphonse hadn't missed half of the lecture…


It wasn't until later, when Alphonse was lounging on the grass in the middle of the open field where all the other students were talking and socializing around him. That he realized in his quiet resolve, that it'd been almost exactly seven years to the date that he'd received his body back from beyond the Gate.

His fingers played through the shards of emerald grass. The waxy, itchy feeling of the blades touching his skin never stopped amazing him. Or how the chilly autumn winds nipping along the base of his neck, could revive goose bumps awaking along his exposed flesh. Things most humans would take advantage of Alphonse would never dare.

A smile of a memory traced the blonde's mouth. A reminiscence of a home, another world to which he could never return too. Al understood he made the final decision of following his brother through the portal. How could I not have? I love my brother.

At that point in Alphonse's life he'd just gotten back all his memory, and he couldn't think of spending another minute apart from Edward. They'd already spent too much apart. So much wasted time searching for Brother.

Alphonse felt that dull ache stirring in the pit of his stomach as his thoughts strayed towards Edward.

Subconsciously, Al had ripped a chunk of grass out of the ground. The brown muddy dirt and roots were still attached, a worm wiggled through the clot of unearthed soil. Frowning, the blonde pressed the clump back down into the hole.

"You know, that's desecration of school ground…"

The sound of an amused voice startled the blonde as he turned his head to see who was speaking.

A blonde man stood behind Alphonse, watching him with bright green eyes.

He had a satchel on, which meant he probably attended the school as well. The white shirt he wore only made the mint in his eyes stand out, Al noticed without really observing. He was tall, with hair that blew slightly into his sharp eyes. The man was smiling on the verge of a grin, a near invisible dimple clinging to his cheek as he did so.

Alphonse felt himself gulp, "I-I- didn't mean too." He lamely admitted.

The man's smile grew larger, till his other cheek matched the depth of his dimples on both sides. "I was only kidding…"

"Reese … Reese Goddard…"

Alphonse stared at the tall blonde standing before him, a funny twisty feeling echoing through his stomach.

"Al-Alphonse Elric…" Al managed to say looking upwards with a friendly - forced - smile of his own.

There was a pregnant pause where both men kept eyes on each other…

Reese broke the silence first, "I couldn't help but oversee you coming into class late." His hand traced the strap of his satchels with his thumb as he spoke, Al followed the subtle movement before his eyes snapped back up towards Reese's open face.

"I-I-uh… you saw that?"

"I think about the whole class did… or at least the side I was sitting on." Reese spoke lightly as he sat down next to Alphonse on the grass without being invited.

The first trails of a blush made its way onto the apples of Al's cheeks, "Was I really that noticeable?"

The other blonde leaned backwards making himself comfortable, his long legs stretched out before him with his elbows grazing Alphonse's hip. Alphonse sat up a little straighter, his spine going stiff at Reese's casual touch.

'I don't even think he realizes he's doing it…' Al thought leaning more to his left side. He wasn't trying to be rude, just trying to distant himself from an unwonted graze of a stranger.

Even after all the years of having his human body back, Alphonse was still not comfortable with being touched by someone he didn't know.

"…the professor didn't notice and that's all that really matters." Reese spoke with smiling eyes. "Well anyways, I came over here to ask if you were in needed of my notes to copy."

Alphonse's breath caught in his throat, he'd really thought Reese had been about to say something entirely different… He let out a breath of relief, and quickly nodded his head dumbly.

"T-that would be great. Thanks." Al meant the words he'd said, he really was grateful. There was just something off about this encounter. 'It was so random…'

"Don't mention it," Reese said reaching over into his grey satchel to snatch the notes out of his binder.

Alphonse observed him as he did, Reese's head tilted down as he dug through his sack with a frown befalling his brow, Alphonse realized with an insouciant ease, Reese sort of looked like Brother... A hot feeling coursed through Al's stomach at that arbitrary thought.

The more Al watched Reese, the more he began to actually look like Edward. A green queasy feeling over took the sudden volley of heat rushing through Alphonse's system.

"Here it is," Reese exclaimed, and Al dropped his guilty eyes to the green grass next to his knees.

"I-I-I need to go…" Alphonse abruptly stood and started walking away. All thoughts of the notes flew from his mind. His stomach tossed and turned at the rush of emotions coursing through him.

'How could I be attracted to a person merely because they look like Brother…? I'm sick… sick… sick…'

A hot hand on his shoulder stopped Alphonse from his line of thinking and escape… He nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around.

"Alphonse…" Reese spoke slightly out of breath. The white paper clutched in his other hand. He took a deep breath before trying to speak again, "you forgot this, in your hurry to get away from me."

Reese smiled handing Alphonse the white paper, Al blinked down towards it.

"Oh, I-I—"Al took the paper, a feeling of embarrassment rushing over his face. "Thank you." He said with eyes facing the ground, his cheeks and ears growing redder by the minute. "I-I-I really must go."

Alphonse turned to leave, but a hand on his wrist stopped him again.

"I have to say, I should feel offended…" Reese said with his smirk still lingering on his lips. Alphonse shuffled from foot-to-foot under the sharp gaze, his thin wrist still in the grasp of Reese's longer fingers.

"I don't understand…" Al spoke in a timid voice, his yellow-hazel eyes raising from his wrist to Reese's face.

The other boy's smirk grew into a dimple smile, "I was going to ask if you wanted to get a coffee or something, but you ran away before I could."

That hot feeling was back in Al's gut, but burning brighter and stronger this time. The sharp angles of Reese face looked so much like Edwards, his hair was shorter, his eyes thinner and the wrong color but in the right perspectives he appeared to be Edward. This was something Alphonse couldn't disagree on. It flipped his stomach and made hope rise in his heart.

"I-I…" Al's tongue tripped in his mouth.

A look of understanding flashed in Reese's green eyes before he let go of Alphonse's wrist.

"Tell you what…" A pen appeared out of thin air and Reese was scribbling a phone number onto the palm of Al's clammy hand. "…call me if you change your mind." And with that, Reese turned and walked back the way he'd come from, leaving Alphonse standing in the quad with a sickening retaliation coursing through his mind as he stared down at his palm.

With a heavy tired sigh, Alphonse turned and started on his way home. The feeling of guilt rising higher and higher with every step he took.

It was about mid-afternoon by the time Alphonse stepped through the front door. Edward wasn't home from work yet, which was a blessing in itself; Alphonse didn't want to face him just yet. Taking off his blue pull-over and kicking off his sneakers by the front entry way, Alphonse headed into the back of the house.

Dropping his backpack next to his desk, Alphonse made his way over to his bed. His cheeks still burnt from the memories of what had happened at the university. Reese's sharp green eyes flashed inside his mind making him flop face first into his mattress with a groan. The blankets and sheets strewn in an unmade mess around him. Groaning again into the scratchy fabric, Alphonse rolled over onto his back starring at the white arches of the ceiling overhead.

'Wasn't it good I found someone else attractive?' Alphonse asked himself. He was beginning to wonder if something was mentally wrong with him. Having these sorts of feelings for a sibling wasn't considered 'normal behavior,' Al knew this… He knew it was considered taboo. He comprehended it to the fullest meaning of the word. Sadly, it didn't stop the fact that he was suffering through all these confusing emotions. And alone at that.

Al couldn't tell you when he'd experienced the first trails of wanting for his brother.

He'd raked his memory, time and time again, trying to remember if he'd ever felt this way for Edward when he'd been locked away inside the suit of armor. Emotion he couldn't decipher back then because he had no body to experience them through.

Looking backwards, he could not find a single memory or fleeting desire for his brother back then.

Something had changed in him. A piece of his soul, tarnished and fragmented in the process of human transmutation. It was the only explanation Alphonse could come up with.

A groan rippled through the air, and Alphonse ground the hilt of his palms into his eyes. Trying to erase the thoughts making their way through his mind.

"Why couldn't I be normal…?" Al complained out-loud, his hands falling from his eyes to the pillow under his head.

He must have nodded off because he woke on his side with someone quietly saying his name in a dark room.

"Alphonse…"

A warm hand touched his cheek as his name was whispered again a little louder. A hazy fog hung over Alphonse as he awoke. The hand touching his face slipped down over the span of his neck till finger tickled the fine hairs at the base. Al's skin broke out in goose-bumps at the tough and a sleepy moan slipped past his dry lips.

"Al, come on buddy. Time to get up."

The hand cupping his neck, moved back upwards as it repositioned a strand of loose blonde hair escaping the grasp of Al's skewed braid. The warmth of the fingers moved away from his face, and Alphonse pealed his heavy eyes open.

Edward sat on the edge of Al's bed, a content lop sided smile took up the older blonde's face. The light from the hall was bleeding into the room from the cracked door making it easier to see.

"Good morning, sunshine." Edward drawled sarcastically.

Alphonse found himself returning his brother's smile with a lazy crook of his mouth, "morning—" He spoke with a slur to his words as he stretched his arms above his head. "…What time is it?"

Edward's yellow eyes raked over Alphonse's prone body laying sprawled out on the bed before he turned his head and stood as he answered. "It's around 6:30… pull your shirt down. You'll catch a cold."

Alphonse sat up with a groan as the fabric fell back into place. "Oh, sorry…"

Edward made a humming sound in his chest as he moved towards the bedroom door.

"I brought home dinner from the diner." He spoke over his shoulder before going out the door and down the hallway.

Alphonse sat numbly on the side of his bed, watching where Ed had disappeared. With a heavy sigh, Al dropped his chin towards his chest.

The bright blue ink on his palm caught his eyes, he turned his hand and looked right at the phone number scrawled across his skin. A feeling of dread crept into his stomach. For some unknown reason Alphonse felt like he was betraying his brother. (Which in itself was stupid because he hadn't even told Edward about his feelings, let alone were they in some sort of arrangement or relationship. They were brother, platonic brothers.)

So why does it feel like I was cheating on brother?

Alphonse wiped his clammy hand across his jeans, hoping the number would rub off. But when his palm came back still marred with the bright blue ink, Al knew he needed to wash it off with soap and water.

Getting up, he made his way down the hallway where the smell of food was wafting in from. It gripped his stomach and a loud rumble ensued shortly after. Al realized he was hungry, he should be, seeing he hadn't eaten anything that morning before leaving for class and then nothing at lunch because he'd fallen asleep by accident once he'd gotten home.

Turning the corner into the dining area, Edward stood by the table sorting the food out of the Styrofoam containers and onto plates for the both of them.

He looked up as the younger blonde entered the room.

"I got you a burger and fries, I hope that's alright with you." Ed licked at his flesh thumb as he spoke.

A flap of butterflies brushed up against Al's stomach as he watched Edward's tongue dart out and then back in his mouth. A hot-nauseating feeling surged through his chest soon then thereafter, and he willed himself not to start blushing. There was no reason for it. Edward is my brother, and that's all… Alphonse firmly reminded himself.

"Yes, that's fine. Thank you, brother." Alphonse spoke trying to sound like his happy easy self, but Ed was too smart for that. He could tell something was astray. Ed appeared as though he wanted to say something, but decided against it and looked back down towards the plates before him.

Hyperaware of Edward's presence by the table, Al moved towards the kitchen, his sock feet muting his steps on the hardwood floor. He flicked the lights on and walked towards the sink with fast quick steps.

"Al, could you grab two cups and a bottle of soda out of the fridge when you come back in here?" Edward question from the other room.

"O-okay." Al answered back shakily pressing the flats of his palms against the edge of the sink, trying to calm himself down. Alphonse felt his heart lurching in his throat, his stomach twisting and turning with the guilt at having to pretend that he was himself around Ed. It shouldn't be like this… Al thought rapidly spinning the idea while squeezing his eyes shut. I should be normal— I want to be normal. Sick, sick…sick…

He was suddenly not hungry any longer, the sharp sour ripening of nausea saw to that. The idea of food had turn into something unappetizing. Alphonse's grip on the sink tightened, the pads of his fingers turning white from the strain.

Al had boarded a metaphorical carousel ride full of guilt, confusion and disgust; it spun him around and around; over and over, to the point of hurling.

"Alphonse…"Edward voice and a hand on his shoulder startled him out of his thoughts.

I hadn't even heard him entering into the kitchen.

This is when Al knew he needed to get his emotion in check. Otherwise his brother was going to start asking question if he wasn't already going too.

Al couldn't have Edward asking questions, Ed wasn't an idiot. He was a genius. He'd figure it out sooner than later. The younger blonde knew it was only a matter of time before his secret would be out and the hard knot of guilt, remorse and disgust burrowed deeper into his chest.

"Al, you aright?"

Alphonse barely smothered the condescending snort rising in his chest.

He quickly let go of the counters edge and flipped the water facet on and preceded to wash his hands.

Alphonse said as much, speaking over his shoulder hoping the tension he was feeling wasn't bleeding over into his voice.

It must have shown.

The hand on Al's shoulder gave a light comforting squeeze before releasing, and Ed stepped away. The tension in the smaller male's spine was building and only let up a little at his brother's withdrawal.

"Well, I'm here… If you need me." Ed spoke gathering two cups out of the cupboard next to the sink.

Somehow, and from somewhere deep inside Alphonse, he managed to fake a halfway believable smile.

"I know that, Brother." And oh, how well he knew this. Edward would do anything for his younger brother, even giving up his own life just to bring Al's soul back into the flesh and blood of humanity.

Alphonse pulled his hands out of the water and turned his palm over, the bright blue phone number merely had faded at his scrubbing. He frowned down at it. What sort of pen had Reese used? Alphonse pondered perturbed.

"What you staring at?"

Alphonse whipped around at his brother's voice being so closed, so casual in his query. Al's hand hid behind his lower back, like it was something shameful to conceal.

Effervescent golden eyes stared back, concern and curiosity filled to the brim aimed directly towards him. Al was suddenly finding it hard to breathe, his words sticking in his throat.

"I-I-I, it's ahhh… I mean…" The blush was already riding the peaks of his cheeks. His fist clenched closed behind his back, like that was going to keep it from Edward's eyes.

In reality it was all a stupid mistake hiding it at all. It only peaked Ed's natural inquisitiveness.

"Let me see…"

"No!"

"Alphonse…" Ed bit back in his I'm-Your-Older-Brother-Don't-Give-Me-Any-Of-Your-Crap tone while giving Al his signature scowl.

Alphonse merely shook his head in the universal motion meaning no, and gripped his fist tighter. His blush working its way to the top of his ears.

Edward took it as a challenge and took a step into his younger brother's personal space. Reaching around Al, he tried to grasp the other's wrist but his younger brother slipped out of reach and escaped out the door.

"This is ridiculous, just show me." Edward spoke trailing after Alphonse into the living room.

"I said no."

"Why not?" Edward questioned, catching Al by the elbow in the hallway.

The other man quickly yanked his arm out of the hold and turned to stare at his brother. "Let go of me…"

"Then show me, it."

"It's nothing…"

Edward stepped back into Alphonse space, "If it's nothing, then show me."

The feeling of dread was creeping up Al's spine, the anxiety of his situation, the proximity of Edward, it was all adding up to being too much.

Realizing abruptly his back was pinned to the wall in the hallway. Alphonse knew this situation was getting out hand. He knew Edward wasn't going to stop until he found out what he was keeping from him. Why am I keeping it from him in the first place, Alphonse question himself.

They stood there locked in a perpetual stare off. It left the younger of the two shrinking into himself as his brother's yellow eyes stared him down. Continually Ed stood in Alphonse's path, watching him how a cat watches the mouse.

He was waiting for Al to make the first move.

And Al did, with a sigh of defeat he uncurled his fist behind his back and brought it into the line of sight. The smudged navy-blue letters of a name and phone number stood out against the paleness of his palm.

Reese, Call me.

(209)747-0142.

"Who the hell is Reese … And why are you supposed to call him?"

Edward's voice had gone from a playful tease, to a harsh bite in a matter of seconds. It left Alphonse's head spinning in the opposite direction.

A sharp feeling of betrayal flashed through the younger of the two, he knew his eyes had gone cold as he ripped them away from his brother's. Alphonse turned his body sideways, his sock feet turning him easily on the hardwood flooring. Al thought he made a clean break away, until he felt the cold grasp of a metal hand on his bicep again.

He was pushed not so gently back up against the same wall. Edward's beautiful face staring vividly heated trails. His yellow eyes ripped through Al's soul, leaving him naked, broken, and all but laying exposed shivering in front of his older brother.

"What?" Alphonse felt himself hiss through clenched teeth uncharacteristically as he fell back into a pseudo corner.

Shaking his arm, Al tried again for escape. Ed's already firm clutch on the younger blonde's tightened at his attempts of freedom.

"What do you want from me?" Al's voice grew weary… his eyes closed and he gave up trying to fight his brother's unbreakable hold over him, mentally and physically.

"Who's Reese, Alphonse?"

Alphonse felt his heart drop down into his stomach as he took in Edward's anger shining brightly in his heated gaze. Al's brain looked for a way out of this mess, but he knew there was no going back. So Alphonse took a deep breath and admitted the truth…

"He's just a guy I met at the university today…"

There was a hardness to Edward's eyes, his grip tighten marginally before letting go all together. A mask of indifference sliding into place.

Alphonse instincts told him to rub at his sore arm, but he didn't. Instead he stood with his back to the wall and held his chin higher than it should have been. His stomach rolled with uncertainty, Why was he so angry? Edward had gone from being playful to be dead serious back to no emotion at all. It was quick, it happened rapidly before the younger blondes eyes. They stood there staring at one another. Alphonse was dumbfounded, wondering where Edwards' anger was stemming from. It didn't make a lick of sense.

"B-brother I don't understand..." he question blinking rapidly through burning eyes.

Edward turned and sighed heavily, before walking back towards the dining room without so much as an answer.

Now Alphonse was really confused.

He could feel his heart beating in his chest, could feel the sensation of his lungs not wanting to take a deep breath in. He was drowning, head underwater, he was drowning from the lack of knowledge… Alphonse knew he was missing something here, something huge, life changing even. He just couldn't lay his finger on it.

"Edward. Wait." The younger blonde called without really thinking of the consequences.

The other male paused, his back facing Alphonse as his fists curled along his sides.

"A-are you mad?" Alphonse asked while his eyes flickered to his brothers hands. It was a stupid question, Al could tell his brother was pissed off. He just needed Edward to confirm it. Needed to know why a phone number could anger him so much?

Edward sighed again before turning back around to face Alphonse. A soft look had taken over the hard closed-off expression Ed had been wearing before.

"I'm not angry." He said in a much calmer voice.

Alphonse felt relief flood his system. Tears he'd been holding at bay, slid down his clammy cheeks. He wiped at them vigorously as they began to fall rapidly.

Edward cleared the space between them and gathered the smaller blonde into his arms. Al didn't put up much a fight, wrapping his arms instantly around his brother mid-section and pressing his face into Edwards welcoming chest.

All the anxiety Alphonse had been building up, all the guilt, the hate, self-loathing from the past couple of days trickled over and the dam broken.

Sucking in a ragged breath, another broken sob shook Al's body.

Edward held him close, drawing him in tighter, crowding him until Al's back rested against the wall. Edward's body acted as a cage then. Keeping him safe inside but restricted from movement.

Alphonse didn't realize he'd been moved until the coil of anxiety quailed from his chest. Once the sobs stopped racking his system, and he took in the fact Edward was so very near him, a familiar heat roused in the pit of Al's stomach. He bit back a moan, before the never failing guilt crept in alongside the flaring desire. They were becoming one as a whole. Desire for wanting something so painstakingly beautiful, but guilty for the most taboo of pleasure; a sinful yearning of your own flesh of blood.

Alphonse pressed his face harder into his brother's toned chest with the feeling and scent of Edward surrounding him. With a blush on his cheek, Al could feel his sex growing from sheer proximity. A sense of mortification coursed through his blood stream and the same mantra of 'sick…sick…sick…' broke through his head.

The boy tried to push away from the embrace before his brother realized his - disgusting - problem.

Edward would have no part in it, instead the older blonde reposition his hands from Al's shoulders to his slim neck, forcing the younger of the two to look up into his older brother's face.

Al felt weak, in spirit and body. He couldn't muster up the strength to find resistant any longer. He felt worn to the bone, like an open nerve waiting for the incoming damage. Alphonse knew he was sharing his thoughts and emotion on his face. That Edward was bound to read him like an open book and realize how disgusting and perverted he truly was.

What Alphonse hadn't been expecting was the amount of heat being directed towards him from Edward's expressive yellow eyes. Nor for his brother's hands to grip his jaw tightly, bending Al's pliant face further back against the wall.

"B-brother?" Alphonse spoke in a broken confused whisper. It trailed off into a sharp whine as Edward leg shifted between his thighs and grazed his erection.

A hot tingling sensation ripped up the young blonde's spine at the contact. His hands tighten their hold on Ed's black t-shirt as Alphonse bit back a moan daring to escape his throat.

Sick; sick; sick…

There was no hiding Al's erection from his brother, it was hard and demanding beneath his trousers.

Sick; sick; sick…

Edward had frozen, his eyes gone wide as he stared down at Alphonse burning face.

Sick; sick; sick…

Alphonse tried to squirm away, pushing his body further against the unforgiving wall at his back, but to no prevail. Edward's larger body held his younger brother in position, trapped between a rock and a hard place.

Al's face was burning from embarrassment, he couldn't understand why Ed wasn't freaking out and moving away from him. Instead Edward stood there with a wide leg lodged between his brothers.

Alphonse's eyes fluttered shut as his swollen sex throbbed against the heat of his brother's body.

It was a like a deadly sin coursing through Al's blood. Something dark and forbidden in which he had been craving for so long and now, it was acting like a dirty slap to his face. A fresh sting turning his cheeks red in the aftermath.

Uninhibited, the boy's hips rocked forward craving more friction. With his eyes shut Al didn't have to see the disgust contorting Edward feature as Alphonse shameless rolled his hips. A ripple of heat coursed up through his stomach and twisted around his spine. Alphonse bit his lip trying to prevent a groan from falling out.

It was the misty-heat of Edward's breath on Al's mouth that made the younger eye's snap back open.

He's so close… filtered through Alphonse's mind and then that was the last logical thought he had. Edward's soft mouth touched his timidly, it wasn't a kiss; more like a skim of lips, but it was enough.

Shame, guilt, want and need all hit Alphonse at the same time, like a punch to his stomach. Edward pulled back and their eyes locked on one another. Al couldn't get a breath in, his lips still tingled where Ed had touched them.

"B-brother…" there was more lust in that one word then there should have been and Edward heard it clear as a bell. Alphonse watched his brother's eyes darken before he pressed back in for another kiss.

It wasn't so timid this time, and it left Alphonse confused and utterly turned on. There was no hiding his shame any longer, it was there, marred in reality. There was no way to stifle it, to sweep it under the rug; his emotional dam had finally broken, and it led to him to suck on Edward's intrusive tongue.

The world had grown dim around the edges and narrowed down to their bare emotions. Edward let go of his brother face and pushed in harder with his tone body. Wedging his other thigh between Alphonse's parting legs. Gripping Al firmly by his legs alone, Edward hoisted the younger blonde up the wall. This is when Alphonse realized his brother was turned on just as much as he was. Their erections brush together and they both moan between nips and licks of tongues and lips.

Their teeth clashed together in the hurried attempt to crawl inside one another. Wet tongues slithered together in an unhindered display of lust.

Gone was the voice in the back of Alphonse's head telling him how wrong and disgusting this should be. It was replaced by a song of desire and want, the purest emotion known to man.

Alphonse's vision was beginning to go blurred and his body felt like it was connected to a live wire. One hand fisted in Edward's black shirt, the other gripped his brother's cold metal bicep.

Their lips split apart and Al chased after the soft warm retreating mouth. Ed's flesh hand gripping Alphonse jaw clinched harder while pushing Al's head against the wall. The length of the younger male's neck was left exposed, sharp teeth bit at the flesh found there. Alphonse's spine arched at the harsh treatment. A breathy moan fell from his mouth and filtered into the air.

The needy sound seemed to make Edward grip Alphonse a little tighter.

It was over before it really begun. Faster than Alphonse could arch into the touch it was being reclined. Edward dropped him down onto shaky legs, stepping away with wide chaotic yellow eyes.

"I-I-I…" Ed stuttered out taking another step away from Al.

Alphonse was beside himself. Confusion and guilt ramped through his system… He tried calling out to his brother, but it was already too late, Ed was turning his back and hurriedly retreating down the hall into his room.

The sound of the bedroom door slamming shut sent a cold knot of fear through Alphonse's already shaking form.

What had just happened…? The thought swirled in his head. What the fuck had just happened.


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