A/N: hello all my lovely's. Thank you for all the nice comments, follow and likes. I'm happy people are reacting to my story. *sigh* Its hard out here for a writer. lol I also to the people who are frustrated about my '5 review rule' before I update. I just wanted to say; I do this because I need to know if I should continuing updating or not. If I have atleast five people reviewing then I know I actually have followers. Why would I go writing if no one was reading. :D I'm not trying to upset anyone. I love you all.

Also I would have you all know, I updated this story before my main one. *Shields herself behind her laptop* I'm so ashamed of myself.

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. Adult situation. Time lapse. You've-been-warned. Don't read if you're underage!


Chapter Two: A Castle Made of Glass.

A week passed, the days bleeding together with a heavy grey fog hanging a constant around Alphonse head. Everything held an edge of haze and nothing could stop the constant loop of guilt circling his mind.

Edward had been ignoring him and it hurt. In the past week Alphonse had seen his brother a total of two times. Both times a deep since of doom filled the air around the brothers. Then the moment would be over and Edward was turning his back on Al and leaving their small apartment. Every time this happened the wound of abandonment in Al's chest sunk a little deeper. A heart left empty and charred from a bitter mistake.

The distance was killing Alphonse. The feeling of confusion was running rampant, he didn't know how to counteract what was happening between them.

'What was happening between us?' Al pondered perturbed as a sick greenly feeling touched at his stomach.

When Alphonse thought hard enough, he could imagine the feelings of Edward's hot breath lingering on his lips right before his mouth was stolen in a –disgustingly- sweet kiss.

'Was it disgusting, Alphonse? Or are you just saying that to make you feel better?' His inner voice sneered at him.

With a heavy sigh Alphonse agreed with the voice. It was right, when it got down to it, Al really wasn't disgusted by Edwards advances. If anything it should have been a blessed welcoming. A relief from the constant guilt and self-loathing. 'I wasn't the only one in this twisted game, Brother must be feeling something more for him to have reacted in such a matter…'

But there in-lied the problem; Alphonse couldn't truly deduce what his older brother had been thinking back in the hallway. He didn't understand why Ed hadn't freaked out – like a normal sibling would - when he felt Alphonse erection brushing his leg. Al couldn't comprehended a logical reason behind any of Edward's reaction in that bizarre situation, just in the fact it had happened. With the aftermath taking its toll day, by day. It was killing him softly.

With another deep sigh, Alphonse pulled the double doors open that lead to his last class of the day. The blonde took the nearest available seat towards the back of the classroom. The professor wasn't there yet and the students were still filing in and talking amongst themselves. Al sat there in the plastic blue chair trying not to let the unsettling guilt from taking over his insides completely. It was a losing fight, his stomach clenched as he tried to push the feeling aside.

"You don't look so good." Came a familiar voice from Alphonse left. He looked up and instantly froze. 'Reese.' The guy from last week, the one who basically stirred the pot with Edward by giving the younger blondes his phone number. A number Alphonse had washed off his hand and said good riddance to.

The queasy feeling from moments before amplified, Alphonse dropped his head completely down onto the wooden desk top with a groan. The cool wood touched his tepid forehead.

"And a hello to you as well, Alphonse." Reese stated back sarcastically.

The sound of a chair scraping along the linoleum floor to Al's left, the noise made the boy roll his head to the side to have a look. Reese had decided to sit down next to Alphonse. Realizing this, Al lift his head from his desk and straighten his spine.

"Oh, I get it. You're ignoring me now?"

Alphonse sighed wearily before actually turning his head to look at Reese. Al had been raised with better manners then the ones he was display, his mother would have been appalled by his behavior. 'Mother would have been disappointed in a lot more then my recent behavior. You're sick; sick; sick.'

"I'm not ignoring you… I've just…" Al bit his lip in deliberation of explaining further. His thumb idly fiddled with the corner of his black binder on the desk. "I've just had a terrible week and I'm physically exhausted." The shorter blonde took a deep breath and placed his hands into his lap under the desk, "I-I wasn't trying to be rude. If I have offended you, please forgive me. It wasn't my intention."

Alphonse watched a dimple smile spread along Reese handsome face. The feeling of butterflies took a hold of the Al's stomach unexpectedly. The fluttering of wings only intensified the longer Alphonse stared at Reese's face. 'He looks so much like brother but almost everything about him was just so… so, so, off kilter…' It was that thought which drew the curtains of disparity closed around Al and he turned his face down towards the graffiti desk.

"What's gotten you so down and blue?"

Reese words made Al look back up towards the taller blonde. Alphonse brow furrowed in the middle as he studied the other man with a hint of 'this was none of you business' expressed in his emotions.

"Wait! Never mind! I should've asked…" Reese replied with his hands in the air like he meant no harm. He chuckled nervously, "None of my business…"

A small smile tugged at the corner of Alphonse mouth at the other's dramatic movements.

"Well, I guess I could find a way to forgive you…" The flirty words were out of Al's mouth before he could reel them back in. Even Reese was surprised at Alphonse attempt at flirting. It only showed on his face for a second before a devilish grin was sliding into place.

"Forgive me?" Reese spoke with an attractive cadence to his tone. "Prey tell; what have I done to offend, you?" He leaned a little bit closer from his chair across towards Alphonse.

Alphonse sat up a little straighter as he could feel the heat from Reese's knees against his own as they knocked together.

"A man who does not know of his own crime will never be condone the sins." Alphonse avowed matter-of-factually towards his folded hands. Reese laughed out loud boisterous and lurid. It was the type of laugh to which was contagious. Alphonse soon found himself joining in with a subtle giggle of his own.

People in the room were turning their heads and starting at the pair of blondes laughing unabashed in the back of the class. Alphonse couldn't find a care, it felt good to actually laugh. And as their laughter died down Al realized Reese was starting at him with a keen look in his emerald eyes.

"This is the reason I like you, Alphonse. So straight forward."

Al could feel his head tipping towards the side in a silent question. His blonde brow drew together and smoothed in one fell-swoop. "I-I… y-you don't even know me."

Reese smile stretched and touched his green eyes making them slant in an attractive way. "I would like to get to know you."

Alphonse could feel his cheeks catch fire and it wasn't too much longer that a feeling of guilt was catching up to punch him in the stomach. Al face fell towards the desk again, "I-I." The words were catching in his throat at the mere thought of Edward's anger at finding Reese phone number on his hand. It was an ugly memory, one Alphonse wished he would forget.

There shouldn't have been any reason to feel anxious, he cursed his heavy beating heart endlessly, because it just didn't get the message to calm down already. Blinking blurry eyes Alphonse finally responded. "I can't."

Alphonse could see Reese from his peripherals, he watched the other males shoulders fall slightly in defeat.

"Are you in a relationship or something?" Reese asked in a quiet voice.

The vivid memory of Edward's face flashed in the younger Elric's mind, 'strong and so very handsome.' Then he thought of his brother's forceful kiss in the hallway and how his knees nearly buckled with a simple touch of dominance. Al swallowed loudly before replying with a lie scorning his tongue. "No, there is no one."

The air hung empty and stale between the two males with Alphonse words drifted off into awkwardness.

A sigh blew through Reese, he rolled his shoulder back and a smile appeared on his face. "Okay let's start over, shall we?" He instructed with a hint of a breathy laugh.

Alphonse was confused. "Huh?"

Reese smiled brighter, showing both of his dimples in his cheeks. "If I can't date you, maybe we could be friends?" He clarified. It'd been spoken as an unsure question left open for Al's answer.

Alphonse sat there for a moment running the idea through his head. 'Friends… I think I can do friends. Brother wouldn't like it… but it wasn't like Ed's was even around… I've been so alone… It would be nice to have a friend. A real friend.'

Alphonse nodded his head in affirmation, "I don't see why we couldn't be."

Reese smiled was huge now, and Alphonse couldn't help but think the happy lines around the other boys eyes were adorably cute.

'What had I just gotten myself into?' Al thought quietly counting the flaps of butterflies fluttering in his stomach.


"Juggernaunt vs The Blob?" Reese questioned admittedly.

Alphonse was smiling like a mad man as he replied to his new friend. "This one's an easy one." He prompted with a laugh, "The earth would simply implode if they fought."

Alphonse stared laughing wildly again at Reese expression to his responds.

"What! No way. Hey stop laughing at me. It's the truth…" Reese bantered characteristically while playfully shoving at Alphonse shoulders. Alphonse merely stumbled and started giggle harder. His sides hurt from laughing so much.

Reese looked back with a wide smile on his lips. "You're going have to explain how you came to that conclusion?"

Class was finally over, Alphonse was free from school. It had also been Reese's last period, they been heading in the same direction.

Alphonse and Edwards apartment was fairly close to the campus, Al normally walked to and from his classes. Reese told Al he typically drove to school because of his part-time job at a local bar after class.

Today though, Reese had walked to his classes, apparently his car was at the mechanics. They were nearing Alphonse's neighborhood. Alphonse realized this suddenly as he saw familiar landmarks surround him. A feeling of dread was slowly creeping in. The short blonde swallowed the lump forming in his throat and turned his attention back to Reese.

"It's simple, "Al smiled, his hand were stuffed into his coat pockets as he spoke. "Juggernaunt is reliably considered an unstoppable force." He stated over his shoulder as they walked side by side. Their shoulder grazed every so offend with the natural sway of their bodies. "And The Blob is an Immovable Object, right?" Alphonse went on to explain.

"Do the math Reese… The world would exploded if they really went at it."

Reese scoffed, "but The Blob has been 'technically' moved by the Juggernaut before. So clearly The Blob's whole 'immovable object' claim is an exaggeration at best.

Alphonse couldn't help but smile a little bit bigger, Reese did have a point. "I guess we can just roll it down into the equivalent of the geek's *Omnipotence Paradox."

They both laughed at this.

Alphonse could see his apartment's front door. Edward black pickup was parked out front. A dark ball of apprehension gathered in the boy's chest at the sight. 'Brother will just abandon me again once I go inside.' Alphonse thought dejectedly. He didn't know what was worse, the fact Edward didn't want to be around him. Or all he really wanted from Edward was acceptance.

A weary sigh passed Alphonse dry lips. "This is me…" He said dolefully pointing his chin towards the grey apartment building.

"Oh, well I guess I'll see you at school next week." Reese uttered not really looking towards Alphonse.

"Y-yeah I guess so…" Alphonse answered back after swallowing around a lump forming in his throat.

They both didn't want to part way just yet, the walk home had been filled with laughter and warmth. Something Alphonse had been missing in his life for quite some time. But Alphonse couldn't invite Reese inside. Not with Edward there, it would end bloody.

Al bounced from foot to foot while unknowingly biting at his bottom lip before turning and heading up the steps inside. A warm hand on his wrist stopped his decent. It was his name that turned Al's attention over his shoulder. Reese's thumb skimmed the soft skin of the shorter blonde's inner wrist.

"Call me," Alphonse could see the angst in the other man's gaze, "If you want, that is…" Reese added in before letting go of Al's wrist and turning his back on him.

Alphonse stood there, gently touching his wrist as he watched Reese walk back the way they'd come. Once he was out of sight Al felt his heart returning to a normal pace. He finally turned and entered the apartment.

He set his back-pack down in the entry way and kicked off his black boots. The whole house was dark and uninviting, it didn't even seem like Edward was home. The only reason Alphonse knew his brother was there, the front door had been unlocked.

Heaving a sigh, Alphonse headed into the darken apartment towards his bedroom.

It was the gruff and angry voice from the living room that stopped Al's feet.

"Who were you talking to, Alphonse?"

A sinking feeling dropped to the bottom of Alphonse's stomach at the haunting voice behind him. Turning his body towards the blacken living room, Al could just make out the taller form of his brother lurking in the shadows. A sense of panic rocketed through Alphonse's system. The cold hands of reality raked over his body.

"B-brother—"Alphonse stuttered to reply.

Edward took a step closer to the hallway, the light from outside the large window caught the yellow of his eyes, and it vaguely reminded Al of a feline gaze in the dark of night. Alphonse could just make out the rage boiling behind Ed's glare. It was both hauntingly beautiful and utterly terrifying to be watched with so much important intensity.

Alphonse had both observed from a far and from close (both back in the suit of armor and now with his human eyes) the same deadly look which took over his brother eyes. A calculating, inquisitive, heated gaze of his brother trying to figure a way out to concur and consume the world whole.

It was a look Alphonse had never had quite aim directly towards him. Not till now. 'It was alarmingly and terribly arousing.' Especially considering Alphonse knew how his brother tasted and felt pressed into his body. 'It was like being stroked without ever actually being touched.'

"I won't ask again, Alphonse." Ed demanded taking another step closer to Alphonse trembling form frozen in the hallway.

Alphonse took a steadying breath and let his eyes flutter close for a moment.

"H-He's a friend." He managed to spurt out before opening his eyes again. Edward was closer now, a lot closer, close enough for Alphonse to see Ed needed to shave. His angular jaw was covered in rough blonde scruff.

The older blonde crossed his arms in front of his chest and took a wide stance with his feet. "Didn't seem like just friends to me, from where I was standing."

Edward words cut across Alphonse skin like a sharpen betrayal. "You were spying on me?"

The older Elric rolled his eyes at his younger brother accusative tone. "I wasn't spying. I was reading next to the window when you showed up with that… Dip-shit."

Alphonse narrowed his eyes at Ed. "That guy has a name. And Reese happens to be my friend."

The muscle in Edward jaw twitch at the mention of Reese name. "That's Reese?" he asked with a decreed to his question.

"Yes." Alphonse bit back. There was a fine anger building in the shorter blonde. Edward reaction was uncalled for, he was the one who'd been ignoring Alphonse. He was the one who crossed the line of brotherhood into something dark and carnal. Al had been dealing with his forbidden desire just fine, when Edward had screwed everything up. Edward had come along and knocked everything sideways into shades of red.

'Everything is so messed up… and it's all brothers' fault.'

The older of the two made a humming noise in his chest but never broke his heated gaze from his younger brother. They stood in a perpetual stare off for what seemed like ages before either of them attempt to move. It was Alphonse who stirred first. Ed's glare was making his skin crawl.

"What?" Alphonse exclaimed throwing his hands out to his sides. Still Edward stood there in the dark with his simmering anger boiling just out of view.

The shorter blonde swallowed around the nervousness. 'He was being so quiet in his resolve.' The swell of a stifling fear crept up the backside of Al's throat. 'Brother has never treated me so…' It hurt Alphonse, cut him jagged and deep to the core.

"T-this is lame." The word slipped off Al's tongue as he fought back hurtful tears. He broke away from Edward at that. Turning his back and heading towards his room leaving his brother in the darkness of the living room.

Al body was shaking by the time he reached his bedroom door from holding his tears at bay. His knees didn't feel like they could hold him up a moment longer. Everything was hazed over in guilt, self-loathing and rage. Alphonse couldn't reasoned logically with anything at the moment. There was no calculation or equation to figure out. No book with the answer to tell him how to fix everything happening. He felt broken and he couldn't resolve it. It was maddening being left in the dark without an answer.

Alphonse slammed the door behind him, his anger making him quake in a wounded fury. He hadn't been ready for it to be caught by a metal hand and thrown back open. The brown door bounced off the wall on impact.

Edward was there precipitously crowding Alphonse back towards the desk in the corner. Al was astonished, he'd momentarily forgotten how quiet and stealthy Edward could move when he wanted to.

"Brother!" Alphonse bellowed as he felt his butt make contact with his desk with Edwards decent. The shorter male put his hands up against his older brother's chest trying to put some space between them.

"W-what are you—"was all Alphonse could get out before being interrupted by a cold metal hand cupping the base of his thin neck. Al's attention was instantly drawn to his brother's face. Gone was the anger in Edward's yellow gaze, it was now replace with a sullen sorrow. Alphonse could feel his stomach rolling with uncertainty.

Edward leaned down slightly their foreheads resting against one another. "I don't want you to see him anymore." The taller boy rumbled riding on a whisper.

Al could feel the prickles of Ed's warm breath between them. It laced a shudder up his spine making his hazel eyes flutter shut. He was rapidly losing the ability of thinking rationally.

"I-I…" Alphonse stammered out, turning his head slightly away from his brother's hot intoxicating breath. The cool air pooled into his lungs, it was sweet and sobering.

"Brother, stop." Alphonse said right away, getting his breath under control, trying to get this whole situation under control. He tried to pull away again, but Edward would still not let go of his neck. 'It was all entirely too erotic, too wrong...'

'Sick; sick; sick.'

And then Edward was pressing into him, his brother soft lips touching the top of his head. Alphonse found his arms automatically wrapping themselves around the hard body despite what his mind was screaming at him. 'You're sick; sick; sick; sick.'

"Answer me, Al." A warm kiss was placed to the boy's temple, "Please tell me, you won't see him again."

The words leaving Edward mouth were soaked in pain and longing. Another lingering kiss skimmed the apple of the shorter male's cheek. Alphonse heart was beating chaotically against his rib cage. It almost hurt to breath.

"E-Ed-Edward…" Al trembled as he felt Ed's hand at the nape of his neck, tipping his younger brother face into view.

Edward's breath hung over Alphonse parted lips. "Alphonse…"

The shorter blonde clung to the back of Edwards' black shirt in a death grip. His knuckled ached from the strain, "I-I won't, Brother."

Alphonse watched his reply played over Edward expression. There was a fiery heat backing the yellows of Edward's eyes right before they fell shut.

"Say it again, Al." Ed asked with a quake.

A coil of lust was awakening in Alphonse's stomach. It couldn't be denied. He yearned to reach out and taste his brother again.

"S-say what?"

Edward eyes opened again and Alphonse stared doe-eyed into them. They were bright and shining with intent, Al could feel himself getting lost within.

"Brother. Call me it again." Edward clarified with a demanding edge to his tone.

A blush was rushing across Alphonse fair skin. First his chest felt hot, the warmth gathered quickly along his thin neck, all the way up to his cheeks and to the tips of his ears. If he could die from a blush, this would be the one to take him there.

His mouth felt dry and uncompliant but somehow Alphonse managed to squeak out a shaky, "B-Brother."

That one word, that one simple platonic word was now exposed for what it really was. Their shared dirty-secret rolled into a name. 'Brother.'

Edward leaned the rest way in and claimed Al's lips in a searing kiss. Alphonse hummed in his throat at the first taste of Ed's tongue licking into his mouth. 'A home coming.' They kiss with a tender, unhurried passion while their bodies melded. Their tongues caress and dance against one another. Edward place his fleshed palm flat against the wood next to Alphonse hip, while Al clung to Edward like a life line leading into a carnal desire.

It felt surreal, like it shouldn't be happening at all.

'It shouldn't be happening…' Alphonse quickly pushed that thought to the side as he pressed his tongue inside Edward's slick mouth.

They constructed a castle made of glass an idea that could only live for a forbidden moment of time. Oh, how they strove to life in those frozen seconds.

Edward pulled back and sucked Alphonse bottom lip into his mouth before rolling his body forward and capturing that mouth in another deadly kiss. Alphonse held on and threw everything he had into that one embrace. He tried to forget himself within it all, the eagerness of two bodies coming together. A hot kiss, and rough hands. Trying to forget that the one Al was kissing and being touched by was his older brother. The mantra started again in the back of his mind. 'Sick; sick; sick.' Alphonse broke his mouth away at that, a sound of distress echoing in his throat.

The desk was pressing uncomfortably into Alphonses' lower back. Sensing Al's discomfort Edward placed his –miss matched - hands on his brother's waist and lifted the younger blonde to rest on the edge of the desk as if he weighted nothing at all. A surprised chirp danced off Al's lips.

Wasting no time, Ed stepped in-between the 'V' of Alphonse parted thighs. The older males face was void of all emotion, but his eyes… They shone with an intense lust. Alphonse knew the look, had seen it on his own face mirrored in his reflection. It was the expression of utter confusion of right and wrong tangling with a desire of taboo and all covered in a haphazard mask.

The reality of it all left Alphonse tingling with a desperate urge to press forward and take what he wanted… what he needed from his brother. Al realized he wasn't alone in this strange desire to be closer to his only family. Closer than two brother's should ever be. It made his heart skip a beat or two at the awakening thought.

The moment spans on with Edward staring down towards Alphonse open face. His gaze dropping slowly to rest on his younger brother's tempting lips. His cold metal hand moved back upwards to chase after the backside of Al's dark blonde head. Mechanical fingers slip in between the loose strands of hair leading into a slacken braid running down Alphonse back.

"I'm so s-sorry, Al." Edward whispered brokenly with his breath, hot and slow, mingling on Al's mouth. Edward's words confused the younger male, he didn't understand as to why his brother was apologizing.

For a breath of a second Edward pauses before drawing in closer; his eyes snapped back up just enough for his to meet his younger brother's hazy gaze. Alphonse couldn't read anything from his brother's stoic face, which was a rarity for him. It scared him to know Edward was trying to hide from him now.

Alphonse leaned in, gathering the space between them until their lips touched again. The heat behind the returned kiss was the all-knowing truth barer on how Edward was really feeling. There was no hiding it, it was all there bared and exposed.

Alphonse pleaded with the higher power that it wouldn't end like how it had before, back in the hallway.

Edward suddenly pulled him in tighter making a surprise whine escape the younger boy's throat. The rapid thoughts circling Alphonse mind quickly retreated at his brothers' forceful embrace.

Sweet and fiery, they came together like a cosmic explosion. Leaning closer, Edward lips came off Alphonse as he ducked his blonde head down to taste the column of flesh of the younger man's porcelain throat. Al bared his neck sideways, subconsciously giving his brother more space to explore. Edward was appreciative, sucking harshly before soothing the red skin with a swipe of his tongue.

Alphonse arched into the treatment with a silent cry dying in his throat. The pleasure was shoot downwards as it pooled in his groin. Edward bit into the flesh again with a growl. The sensation coiled in Alphonse's body making him grip his brothers' biceps tighter.

"Ed-Edward." Al moaned at the suction. It was such a new sensation. Something he'd never experienced before. His mind screamed for more as his body provided the sounds of his demand.

Edward 'hummed' at Alphonse breathy mews. The older blonde hands worked at Al's button down shirt, button by button the white shirt opened until it slid off the smaller boy shoulders. A shiver racked down Alphonse spine as the chill air of his bedroom caressed his perfectly tone chest. There was nothing hiding the bulge in front of Alphonse denim pants. Edward looked down Alphonse body, his eye catching the tenting fabric. Al watched his brother with a blush riding on his cheeks as Ed lick at his lips and reached out with his flesh hand to grip the harden sex hidden beneath Al's blue jeans.

The reaction was almost instantaneously, Alphonses arched dangerously close to the edge of the desk, trying to get closer to the sensual touch with an enticing moan befalling his tongue. Edward cupped the erection in his hand a little tighter, just to see his little brother's response all over again. It was a beautiful case of cause and effect, leaving Edward with the need to fully see Alphonse in all his glory.

In the matter of seconds, Edward had Alphonse naked and exposed on the edge of the brown sturdy desk. Alphonse could feel his arousal dribbling precome down onto the wooden table-top, he was already so stimulated from merely being watched. It was maddening and entirely embarrassing. The blush he wore spread from his chest to the top of his ears.

It really was a stunning sight. All that creamy white skin and long limbs. Alphonse wasn't much shorter then Edward, there was a slight difference but only in the matter of inches. They truly were brothers, from the matching blonde hair to the way their eyes curved, they looked so similar in appearance.

Edward stood there staring, it was making Alphonse skin crawl with uncertainty. He moved to cover his private areas. This is when Edward moved, gripping Al's thin wrist between his miss-matched hands.

"Don't." Ed whisper as if not wanting to disturbed the already fickle ambiance.

"B-but Brother…" Alphonse complain with a fever breaking over his skin. His arousal twitched out into the open air.

"Just, don't." he growled again, placing Al's hands down behind him onto the desk. "Keep them here." It was spoken as a command and Alphonse nodded his head in compliance.

Edward moved his hands back and took a step away from Alphonse. Fear rippled through the younger male at his older brother withdrawal.

"Look at you." Edward spoke, his eyes touching every bit of bared skin before him. "Perfect."

Taking a step back in towards the shivering male perched on the desk, two of Edward long fingers slid behind Al's ear while his thumb rested on the edge of redden mouth.

"Brother…" Alphonse all but whimpered out.

"And how you react to my touch," Edward murmured in a quiet tone as he leaned forward until their faces were only a few inches away. Alphonse couldn't move, barley could breathe. He just stared into darken golden eyes.

"Your breath quickens," Edward added, almost just breathing the words. "Then your pupils dilate," he continued. "With your lips parting, so sweetly," he finished while moving his thumb until it slid across the skin just below Alphonse swollen lower lip. "It's quite a temptation."

"I-I-I…"

Edward leaned in even closer until his face was right next to Alphonse's, their cheeks almost touching, but Ed still did not move his hand away.

Alphonse's arousal strained out into open air. Curving upwards with no shame, trying to seek some kind of attention.

"I was beginning to wonder, if I was the only one living with this curse." Edward was close enough now that Al could feel his brother's breath on the shell of his ear.

Alphonse just sat there, like a puppet with his strings cut. His mind was running too fast and his body not operating right.

A breathy chuckle rumbled from Edward chest as he spoke, "Tell me, Little brother. Do you want this as well?" He asked taking a step away from Al.

Alphonse bit his lip sharply and nodded his head quickly. Trying… wanting urgently for anything to make thing move along quicker.

His honesty was reward with a soft flesh hand wrapping around his hard and straining length. The younger blonde closed his eyes and finally let a healthy moan escape his lips.

"Oh brother, don't stop!"

Edward moved his hand up and down, stroking slowly at first, getting used to the feeling another male in his hand. Alphonse thrust up into that hand unintentionally. All the muscles in his body clenched as he threw his neck back and continued to moan with every downward stroke.

His hip were undulating with the motion of Edward pumping. Ripples of pleasure wrapped around his sex and laced up his spine. Alphonse whimpered as Ed flicked his wrist towards his swollen tip. His fingers dug in the wood as they tried to say in the position his brother had put them.

Alphonse didn't want to risk doing something that would make Edward stop. The jerking of the other males hand on his harden length felt entirely too good. It couldn't stop, not yet… not yet.

His brother was dressed for sleep, his pants missing any buttons. So it took no time to push them down and out of the way.

Alphonse must have missed this because the next thing he knew he was being distracted by Edward long fingers wrapping around both their cocks. Alphonse sucked in a breath and moaned loudly. His brother hand was wet, tight and skilled and really just perfect altogether. Better than any fantasy Alphonse could ever muster up.

Edward auto-mail hand gripped his nape and pulled him down for a deep open-mouthed kiss. The older blondes other kiss had all been teasing, full of bites and exploration, but now he was shoving his tongue in the younger male's mouth like he wanted to crawl inside and live.

Their dicks slotted together side by side. The shame that should have been there wasn't. Only the basic need to come and claim one another. Alphonse didn't even try to hold back his whines.

"Edward…" he breathed when Edward released of his lips. Moving his hips, thrusting forward into the awaiting hand, Al was quickly losing himself in the rhythm. But it wasn't enough, not nearly enough…

"Al, look at me."

Alphonse opened his eyes, not even realizing he closed them. Edward was delicious and downright sinful in appearance. Pleasure was written on every inch of his face, his eyes a dark yellow and his mouth panting curses. It was a sight to behold.

Al almost complained when Edward let go of their dicks, but soon realized Edward was pulling his black shirt over his head, revealing wide miss-match shoulders - one cold metal the other scared flesh - . Alphonse wanted to lick him whole, run his tongue over his abs and his chest, run his tongue around his nipple and bite on his brother's jagged collarbone.'I want it all.'

Edward shook his hair free from the shirt and fixed his eyes back on the smaller male in front of him. Grasping the younger blondes narrow hips, Edward hoisted him up off the desk till his brother's leg's wrapped around waist.

Turning he took the four steps separating the desk from the bed, and dropped Alphonse down onto the padded mattress.

Alphonse watched the emotion playing across his brother face. First with a tinge of lust imbedded in is gaze but then Edward's blonde brow twisted together in what appeared to be confusion. He cursed quietly under his breathy and told Alphonse he'd be right back.

He left Alphonse there on the bed, his hard cock throbbing to the tune of his rapidly beating heart. The thoughts instantly started whipping through the younger boy's head. He wasn't being distracted any longer, he had time to think. The shame of the situation kicked him hard in the stomach. He was naked, aroused and waiting for his brother to come back to do what… ravage him on his own bed.

"Oh, crap… What am I doing?" The nauseating-green feeling was back in Alphonse's gut. It churned over and over at the thought of what he'd been about to do. What Edward was about to do to him. What he'd been about to allow his own brother to do. 'To… to… to… to defile me.'

"Oh god… I can't do this." He whisper to himself.

Alphonse sat up in his bed, readying himself to stand and lock his door. He stopped mid-way when his eyes locked on his older brother in the archway of Alphonse's bedroom. The sight of Edward standing there, his harden member straining upwards towards firmly toned abs, it was nearly heart-stopping beautiful but It was truly heart stopping what Edward carried in his hands.

A tin-fold wrapper and a bottle of lube. Al's heart did skip a beat or two.

Desire shot through his system and his 'right' from 'wrong' switch was switched into the 'wrong position' again.

The sheer thought of Edward entering his body made thrills tingle over his spine and down to his untouched hole. It was an arousing thought but also a terrifying one. They had crossed so many lines tonight, should they really cross the last remaining threshold into something more than brothers?

Alphonse dropped back down onto the mattress while his eyes fluttered shut. Fear and lust were both working through the younger blonde body. The bed dipped and Alphonse knew Edward was next to him. The anticipation licked up that backside of Al's throat.

Edward touched his arm, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. His brother sighed wearily.

"Alphonse." Edward stated firmly but also soothingly. "Open your eyes."

And he did, opening them and looking over to his side where Edward was kneeling next to him.

"Do you trust me?" The older blonde asked.

Al nodded his head in agreement, "Y-yes."

The tilt of his brother mouth tipped up, "Then why are you scared?"

It was such a simple question. Why was he afraid? 'Because this was a perversion. What they were doing was wrong. Brother should not feel and do such things to one another.'

'But then why does it feel so good, just so fucking right.' Alphonse battled with himself all the while Edward watched him dutifully. His yellow eyes watching Al's face rapidly morphing emotions displayed openly.

"Because…" Alphonse finally spoke up after some time. "Because this is wrong."

"Why…? Why is this so wrong, Alphonse?" Edward paused to reach out and touch his brother taut stomach.

"Because society deems it so?" Ed snorted a laugh. "Please Alphonse, how many times have we broken society conducts in the past, huh? How is this any different from those other times?"

Edward hand dance down Alphonse firm stomach. Nibble fingers snaking down to reawaking his deflating member. Al bit his lip to restrain a whimper. 'God he was right… Brother is always right.'

"I love you Alphonse. And nothing will ever get in my way - again - from having you." Edward spoke as he rolled over on top of his brother prone body. They both Shudder at the amount of skin on skin contact.

Edward duct his head down and kissed the arch of Alphonse sensitive neck, he then licked down his throat to his chest to mouth at the skin between Al's rosy nipples. Alphonse muffled a cry in his throat.

Edward's metal fingers ran down his brother bare hip, his hand spread wide and digging into his brother soft skin with a greedy possessive touch. Edward's cold metal hand was cool, like always, so the touch left goose bumps in its wake.

"Ed… no more teasing." Alphonse moaned towards the ceiling. His hands gripping the pillow by his head. "P-please, B-brother."

Edward smiled up Alphonse body with a cat like quality in his eyes. "Hand me one of those pillows, would ya?"

Alphonse did and it was stuffed under his rear-end for easier access. The position left him feeling open and exposed to the other male's keen eyes. The blush was making its way across his skin again. He closed his lashes and tried not to think about his legs spread wide with everything bared to sight.

He flinched as a slick finger trailed down between his cheeks, over and around his hole then up and around behind his sack, pressing down on the small patch of skin there. He couldn't help the needy moan that broke out over his lips. Alphonse had never been touched like this by another human, let alone had he ever allowed himself to explore this way. It was all an unexpected rush of pent up frustration being released.

He moan out again as a crafty finger started rubbing over his tight rim, spreading the lube on it and around it before pressing inwards. Alphonse had always love his brother's hand, the way his fingers were long and dexterous, rough but soft at the same time. But never in his life had Alphonse love them more buried deep inside him.

'I'd been thinking about this for far too long…'

Edward didn't settle for long. Playing with Alphonse, moving his finger around, in and out, not too fast, but not overly gentle either. He didn't have to ask for the second digit to be pushed inside of him. He took it with a cry of pleasure.

"Brother!"

Edward leaned over him, pressing one of Alphonse thighs until his knee was rest along his own chest. He was moving his fingers slowly at first with a shallow rhythm, but soon faster as the seconds ticked by.

It didn't technically hurt, Alphonse was turned on enough that it didn't. He knew the pain was coming. For now there was only pleasure. There was enough he was losing himself in it. His mind cleared out, his thoughts slowing down the point where he could only think about the feel of his rapidly beating heart, and the skilful slick fingers stretching him open. He wasn't even aware of the noises falling from his lips, the harsh breaths and pleased groans. Then his quiet sounds were replaced with a loud moan, Edward knowingly twisted his fingers just the right way to make Alphonse's toes curl with pleasure.

"Oh fuck." Alphonse cried out as he arched his spine off the bed, his hands twisting in the sheets by his head.

Alphonse knew he spread his legs wider and also that he was clenching around the fingers, making them slide deeper into him trying to make Edward touch that spot again.

The third finger stung a lot more than the first two. When Al cried out this time it was more from pain then anything. Edward over compensated and grazed his prostate again. The pain ebbed into an ache and then was lost in a sweet endorphin high. Jolt of pleasure ripped through his body and straight into his cock as Edward fingers played him like a finely tuned instrument.

His whole body was wired and excited, gone was the thoughts that this was wrong or perverted. Eager didn't even begin to cover how Alphonse felt. He was starting to feel the urgency, for more, a lot more.

Alphonse felt like he was stretched enough, but what did he really know, he'd never done this before. He wasn't really sure if he asked aloud or if his body was making his thoughts clear, but Ed got the message either way and pulled his fingers out with a wet squelching sound.

When his brother metal hands returned to grip at Al's other thigh he began pressing it back to rest along his chest, Al bit down on his lips. Then there it was, the feel of the thick slippery head of his brother cock pushing into him. 'It hurts.'

Once the head was inside, Alphonse felt his backside being spread open wide. Both of the younger boy knees were resting on his chest as he was bent in half. Al tilted his hips up trying to make his brother length slip further inside his tight, willing hole.

Alphonse didn't even have to see to know. Didn't have to observe as Edward yellow eyes watched as he slowly slide inside, how the rim stretched around his cock, he instinctual knew what his brother needed. Deeper, deeper, Edward sank until bottoming out, with his hips resting against Al's backside.

Ed's head dropped towards his chest as his breathing was coming out in harsh pants, Alphonse could feel his vehemently beating heart in both his chest and over his stretched hole. He felt full, not uncomfortable so, just full. Then Edward was straightening up on his knees and pulling out slightly. The angle changed with the position, Alphonse moaned from the way his brother dick shifted inside touching that bundle of nerves as it made his vision whiten on the edges.

Ed rolled his hips smoothly forward causing Alphonse to gasp at the sensation.

With that Edward started to move fluently, the slow roll of hips turning into deeper thrusts and Al felt his mind switch completely off.

In the rocking motion Edward let Alphonse's legs down to wrap around his thrusting waist. The movement let Al control the pace somewhat. It also gave access to Alphonse lengthy throat to which Edward barred his face in his brother neck, to bite and suck at the skin he found there.

The movement became harder, even though Ed did not increase his speed. The slick slapping sound of their bodies meeting with such vehemence was drowned out by their voices. Alphonse was loud and he couldn't care that he was, 'this felt good, better than I could've imagined'.

He was moaning and crying out with Edwards breath harsh and right next to his ear, the sounds coming out of him were urgent, almost desperate.

He didn't even need to prompt his brother to do it, the hand on his hip moved down to grip his dick tightly, stroking him fast. He was dripping, leaking precome, he was close, 'so close. Just a bit more, just a little more'.

It was wrong but in so many ways it was right. Alphonse loved his brother, more so then any brother should and it was in knowing his twisted fucked-up sort of love was returned, that he actually got off.

He didn't have to hide any longer, he could share everything with Edward and when Alphonse orgasm he hurtled through it riding on that thought. Thrusting up into the willing hand and back down on the dick inside him. Alphonse muscles clenched and his senses whitened on the edges. He sagged down as he spent himself onto his own stomach. The worn-out sounds coming out of his mouth as his brother continued to pump into him should have left him embarrassed but he felt too content to even mind.

A few more hurried strokes and Alphonse knew Edward was close and the moment his brother came he bit down on the length of Al's pale shoulder. Even if the skin did not break, Alphonse knew there would be a mark there tomorrow. Edward hips came to a halt after a last few powerful thrusts and he licked and kissed the bite-mark he left before resting his head next to Alphonse. He laid down on top of his brother. Ed's erection still hard inside him, so Al let out a pleased moan as he basically felt Edward becoming limp inside. He was dirty, covered in sweat, lube and come but he felt absolutely perfect for once.

They both laid there in a locked embraced. Peace and love gathering them together in a bubble of false hopes. They laid there falling asleep wrapped in a blanket of deceit, and only when Alphonse woke would he realize their shared mistake to the fullest.

A rock coated in guilt would come crashing into his castle constructed of glass.

To be continued-


Take me down the river bend.
Take me down to the fighting end.
Wash the poison from off my skin.
Show me how to be whole again.

Fly me up on a silver wing.
Past the black where the sirens sing.
Warm me up in a nova's glow.
And drop me down to the dream below.

'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass.
Hardly anything there for you to see.


1. The omnipotence paradox is a family of semantic paradoxes which address two general issues and three specific issues: Is an omnipotent entity logically possible? and What do we mean by 'omnipotence'?; and What do we mean by 'power'?, What do we mean by 'logic'?, and What is the relation between power and logic?.

The omnipotence paradox states that: If a being can perform any action, then it should be able to create a task which this being is unable to perform; hence, this being cannot perform all actions. Yet, on the other hand, if this being cannot create a task that it is unable to perform, then there exists something it cannot do.

One version of the omnipotence paradox is the so-called paradox of the stone: "Could an omnipotent being create a stone so heavy that even he could not lift it?" If he could lift the rock, then it seems that the being would not have been omnipotent to begin with in that he would have been incapable of creating a heavy enough stone; if he could not lift the stone, then it seems that the being either would never have been omnipotent to begin with or would have ceased to be omnipotent upon his creation of the stone.[1]

The argument is medieval, dating at least to the 12th century, addressed by Averroës (1126–1198) and later by Thomas Aquinas.[2] Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite (before 532) has a predecessor version of the paradox, asking whether it is possible for God to "deny himself".

Several answers to the paradox have been proposed.


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