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: Language. Dub-con. Rough play. Smut. The darkest thing I've ever written. :X What have I done, poor Alphonse!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!


Previously: "You're sorry?" Reese scoffed hurtfully. "Sorry that you lied to me or are you sorry because you were caught?"

"I'm sorry, that I had to fucking drag you into any of this!" Alphonse bellowed standing suddenly, a hot tear slipped down his cheek. "I-I-I have to go. J-just leave me alone…"

Alphonse ran out the dorm, took the stairs down three at a time. He tripped and fell once or twice but it didn't hinder his escape. He needed out. He ran until he hit open air and still that didn't stop him. His chest burned from the strain but he couldn't stop, the cold night made it harder to breath. Al's cheeks were wet but he ignored his tears… He ran until the landmarks became familiar and he realized then, he was in his neighborhood. Alphonse could see his apartment, it wasn't until he turned the corner of the grey building did he slow his pace.

Edward's black pickup truck was sitting in their designated parking spot.

'Brother...' Alphonse's mind screamed! 'Brother is home.'


Alphonse rushed into the apartment building forgoing the elevator, instead taking the stairs two at a time. The same mantra played like war beats in his head, 'Brother… Brother was home.' He couldn't get to their apartment quick enough, the seconds played out like a Penrose paradox. The never ending staircase of one foot in front of the other. Al's vision was tunneled onto one thought, and one thought alone, 'Brother. He's home.'

By the time he reached their floor and actually stood in front of the burnt red door, Alphonse gave pause, his hand on the door knob. The apprehension from earlier in the day slotted into place. It was the first time the words, 'Brother's home' actually registered fully in his brain.

If Edward was home, Alphonse was going have to face him alone. The great ball of apprehension gripped the back of his throat in uncertainty. Staring at the door in front of himself, the golden 73 hanging above the peephole taunted him in its cruelty.

Cheeks red, and with heaving breathing, Al looked down towards his hands. The scarf from around his throat had at some point slipped off, he'd gripped it tightly in his left hand in his desperate dash home.

'This is ridiculous…' Al thought with an unfriendly exhale escaped his throat. He grasped the door knob with his free hand and entered into the apartment.

It was dark and eerily quiet, that was the first things Alphonse realized. The second thing he realized upon entering, after tripping over a pair of black boots, Edward was home. The agitation Al was already experiencing multiplied significantly.

Alphonse growled under his breath as he kicked at the haphazardly placed boots.

"Edward!" he called out with more agitation in his voice then there should have been. The sound echoed off the entry's thin walls. There was no reply though. Just the quite nonexistent hum of the air-condition blowing through the vents above.

A scowl deepened along Alphonse's brow. He was tired from the run over, sweaty and sore to add to the growing list of complaints. Now Al was annoyed, okay, he'd been annoyed before but now it was taken to a higher point in the Richter Scale.

Time and time again, Alphonse had asked Edward to not leave his boots out in the walkway where someone was bound to trip and hurt themselves, but once again the younger male was stumbling over the clunky boots.

Toeing off his own shoes, Alphonse picked up his and Edward's before placing them, his scarf, and coat in the closet next to the front door. 'Where they belonged!'

Making his way deeper into the house, Alphonse turned the corner into the hallway to only find the light left on. Another fit of irritation irked inside the younger man.

'What a waste…' He thought stomping down the narrow hall, flicking the light switch to an off position. The light from the bathroom illuminated the hallway in soft yellow ambience. Alphonse mouth twisted sideways in added annoyance.

"Edward," He sighed exasperated, stepping over and sliding his hand through the crack in the door. The switch was right next to the bathroom door. Fiddling with it for a moment, the light flickered out.

He couldn't help himself, he ground his teeth in frustration towards his brother. Alphonse knew he was being immature, that his anger was starting to burn a hole right through his chest. Normally these type of trivial things would be looked over without a second glance, (but considering that Alphonse's day started off the in the worst kind of way and had steadily gotten poorer and poorer as day progressed), Alphonse was struggling with the urge not to strangle his older sibling.

He was without a doubt exhausted and probably angrier than he logically should've been. At least he could admit that much to himself, instead of acting on his thoughts and whims.

Al's left hand found the nape of his neck, his finger grazing at the short hairs he found there before letting his palm drift up through the back of his head and out of his hair. A sigh fell his lips as his eyes landed on the soft light slithering out from under Edwards closed bedroom door.

His agitation ebbed away at the sight, instead it was replace with the gripping form of anxiety. The kind that made your stomach burn from anticipation of something bad to come.

The same questioned circled Alphonse's brain, 'Where had Brother gone last night?'

With a pang of longing echoing in his chest, Al turned away from his brother's door and entered through his own.

'It hurts'. The feeling in his heart. Covertly, Alphonse knew where his brother had gone last night. Al just didn't want admit it allowed.

The thought of someone else, someone who looked virtually identical to his person, comforting Edward sent a dark and twisted emotion through his limbs. To the point of where Alphonse wanted to lash out at the nearest object. To throw, to scream, to break something under his hands because he didn't want to admit to himself Edward had run straight into someone else's arms.

"Fuck!" The boy exclaimed, his stomach tightening with a murky twist.

Alphonse was mentally drained from all his reeling emotions, so very exhausted. The quickening pace in his chest, to the tightening pain in his gut, he just wanted it all to be done.

There was a serious disconnection between Al's head and heart too. Something entirely fucked up about the entire situation. Where his head would screamed at the top of their lungs; 'Sick; sick; sick; you're so fucking sick'. Any time Alphonse's mind strayed to the memory of his brother's fingers sliding inside of him, and the pressure he remembered feeling at the base of his spine in that stolen moment where he was stretched open and wide. But Alphonse's heart… his heart sang from those memories. Gushed in tandem to the pounding that turned him inside out, made him forget long enough to let go and just feel...

There was a rapid knock on the door. Alphonse's heart leapt from his throat in an awkward squeak, jumping without really meaning to. A rush of heat ran over his chest from his heated thoughts, 'get a hold of yourself…'

There was another lighter knock, followed by Edwards tightly pitched voice, "Al?"

Something twisted inside the young male at hearing his older sibling's voice. He could feel the sweat running down his spine. Alphonse swallowed and replied, "Y-yes..?" He cursed the hitch in his voice.

Edward sighed, sounding tired even through the wood. "May I come in?"

Alphonse paused. There was guilt bubbling below the surface of the anxiety coursing under his skin. He swallowed, his mouth gone dry and tacky. "Y-yeah. The door's open."

Edward paused in the entryway of the room as he entered. Whatever he'd been about to say died on his lips as an inhale caught in his throat. His metal hand still lingering on the golden knob.

Ed's yellow eyes grazed Alphonse's, such a tired and sad expression conveyed there.

Alphonse heart had soared momentarily at seeing his brother's handsome face. It wasn't shortly after that he realized he couldn't breathe from the older man's intense stare. Al was panicking inwardly, while simultaneously wondering if his complexion paled, because he suddenly felt ill. Al's lips twitched in an undoubtedly unconvincing awkward smile.

"Alphonse…" Edward spoke stepping further into the room. "What have you done to your hair?"

'My hair?' Al thought, momentarily forgetting about his rash decision to cut his hair off. A hand shot up to the back of his neck and he was rapidly reminded when his fingers brushed freshly faded hair.

'Oh, my hair…'

Alphonse felt his stomach drop, and his gaze flicked to the floor. A nervous laugh bubbling in his throat, "I-I-I, cut it."

"I can see that…" Edward growled taking another step into the room. The guilt slapped Alphonse in the face, almost like he was betraying Edward somehow by lopping his hair off. Alphonse somehow managed to swallow, his throat scratching together like rough sheets of sand paper as he dropped his hand back into his lap.

Another nervous huffing-laugh (more breath than anything) escaped the younger blonde, "you don't like it?" he spoke timidly looking through his lashes at his older brother before looking back down demurely.

For reasons unknown, Alphonse craved Edwards's approval. As if Edwards's acceptance would make all his guilt and anxiety go away. He knew it was a retrograde notion, but at this point everything was already flipped topsie-turvie. His heart and head were in a state of disrepair, Al didn't know which one to listen to. To care, or not to care; wanting something so badly, while knowing he was never meant to own such things. It was a tiring whirlwind of thought and emotions and Alphonse just wanted it to all stop and go away.

Edward's flesh hand swept through the front of his brother's short combed-over bang. The hot touch of flesh on flesh startled Al; he hadn't heard Edward closing the gap between them, hadn't expected to be touched so freely.

Heaving breathing filled the air between them, Al's eye's snapped open and upwards to stare at his brother. Chills danced down the boy's spine at the simple platonic touch. Or that's what Alphonse thought it was, a platonic brotherly caress, but then again everything was so screwed up, Al couldn't distinguish between the two. An amicable touch from a caress that meant something more… carnal.

"I never said that…" Ed confessed with an edge of a smile crooking his mouth upwards as he traced the curve of Alphonse's new hair with the flick of his long index finger. The smirk was gone faster than the hand retreating from Al's hair. Edward stepped away, Alphonse watched the expression slithering across his brother's face.

An intense warmth, guilt, and then an overwhelming sadness took hold in the depth of the yellow gaze of his eyes as they landed on Alphonse's bruised neck. The pressure from it all nearly crushed Al's heart where he sat.

"Brother…?"

Edward visibly flinched at the word. Alphonse watched the anger bleeding onto Edward as a child scribbles into a coloring book, quickly and with no sense of direction.

"Don't fucking call me that!" Edward snapped out suddenly taking a step away in retreat.

It was Alphonse's turn to cringe, he could feel his eyebrows turning downwards in hurt confusion. Somewhere he found his voice as he meekly spurted, "B-but, I've always called you Brother…"

"—well fucking quit it, it's childish!"

Alphonse bit his lip, muffling a cry that was daring to escape. He was hurt but mostly Al was confused. He also was making a conscious effort to let go of the resurfacing anger he could feel rushing forward. To remain the objective one in the spiraling conversation.

Alphonse blinked rapidly, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. "But, I am your brother, Edward!"

It was the wrong thing to say apparently, Alphonse realized this a moment too late. Edward's face fell, the winds out of his sails, his emotion bled out of him in a rapid motion. Ed's cold yellow eyes stared holes through him, Al felt transparent in the wake of that gaze. It was a haunting stare, and Alphonse could feel the pull to reach out and comfort.

"…I need to tell you something Alphonse."

The younger males' heart skipped a beat at those seven words. The quake, the dip of his brother's voice as he spoke Al's name. Alphonse could merely hold his breath as Edward's confession hit him like a massive tidal wave sweeping his feet from underneath him.

Edward spoke of things that Alphonse thought he'd never hear the truth about.

The fight with Envy, about what happened exactly after Edward woke up from his restoration. How Edward sacrificed himself to the gate, his own body to create a perfectuntouched body for Alphonse. What Edward hadn't known at the time, the gate took Edward's memories, his twisted, pervert thoughts of Alphonse and turned Al into the perfect sexual attraction for Edward pleasure.

"—don't you get it Alphonse, I'm a fucking monster. I did this to you."

"…Edward." It came out as an admission of how Alphonse was feeling. Breathless and confused. Without thinking, Alphonse was standing on shaking legs, reaching out for his brother.

Edward jerked away rapidly, "Don't." he snapped out with a wild look in his eyes. "Just don't."

"Edward, please…" Alphonse all but cried, the expression on his brother face was agonizing for him. He wanted to comfort Ed, do something to wipe that horrid look of degradation off Edward's handsome face.

Edward shook his head and backed away even further, almost standing in the archway of the door frame. It looked like he was preparing to run and escape what was transpiring before him. Alphonse watched Edward's spine stiffen and his chest expand on an inhale.

"There's more," Ed confessed squaring his shoulders and looking towards Al with such determination in his eyes.

"Okay?" Alphonse brow furrowed along the middle.

Edward swallowed audibly before continuing, "There's a hypothesis that… t-that we aren't related," he paused to gauge Alphonse's reaction.

The boy's face whitened along the edges. "Come again…"

Edward continued, his words falling out his mouth faster than before. "That somehow, in the transmutation of your soul and the body created for… That I, fucking hell—, that I somehow changed your DNA structure…" Edward closed his eyes and his fists tightened at his sides, "…from my own… So we could… so that…" he was fumbling for words at this point.

Alphonse heard the roaring of his heart in his ears. 'Not even related…' Those words kept replaying in his mind.

Edward was still talking, words falling out of his mouth in a hurried rush of explanation. It wasn't making it through to Alphonse's head anymore.

The same phrase kept repeating in his mind. 'Not even related.' It was like the boy was walking through a cloud of fog, the only thing he could hear or even comprehend was the fact his heart had begun beating louder in his ear, on the back of his tongue.

'I don't understand…' How could they not be brothers? They'd both been born from the same mother and father. That automatically made them related by blood. Didn't it?

"Alphonse, don't look at me like that…"

Edward's words were like a splash of cold water on his flaming face. They woke him up from the trance he'd been locked in. It was like opening fresh eyes after being asleep for a long time. Alphonse blinked and everything restarted in his brain, his mouth remembered how to speak.

"I don't understand…"

"You don't have too, he's wrong." Edward spoke as if Alphonse knew who he was.

"Wait a second, who's he?"

Edward blinked blankly towards Alphonse before answering as if he'd grown a second head, "Heiderich."

That was the point when Alphonse's anger returned. Like a boiling inferno, his stomach churned with it.

"So, that's where you went last night?!" Al threw the accusation into his brother's flinching face.

It didn't take long for Edward to recover, "Where else was I supposed to go!?" Edward sprang back with anger lining his voice as well.

A look of disgust came over Alphonse, "Home! You could've come home!"

When had this turned into a shouting match? Both brothers didn't know anything other than what their anger and malcontent would allow them to see. They both raged with the fury only an Elric relative could master. But there in lied the problem, was Alphonse an Elric any longer?

"No!" Edward snorted in agitation as he took steps back into Al's room.

"No, I couldn't come home, Alphonse. Not with everything that's been said between us still hot and loaded." He took another step towards Alphonse, a deadly heat behind his intentions. Alphonse realize a little too late how angry Edward really was. A fact he'd pay dearly for. Still Alphonse couldn't back down, he had his pride to live with. He held his ground as Edward skated closer.

"You are my brother, Alphonse! End of the fucking story…"

Edward was close enough that Alphonse could feel the heat coming off other man in spades. Al could still sense the anger alive and passionate inside him though. He didn't want Edward near him, let alone touching him.

"There's no such thing, Alphonse." Edward went on after a moment of heavy silence. "Heiderich theory is utter bullshit!" Edward's growl reached out for Alphonse's hands, "it cannot happen. It's scientifically fact driven. It's all false."

Al ripped backwards in disbelief, away from Ed's touch. He couldn't believe what he was hearing from his brother, of course it could happen. 'Hadn't he learned anything from the gate, anything was possible… Anything!'

"After everything we've seen, experienced? You really believe that?" Alphonse growled out in incredulity.

Edward's resolve was rapidly crumbling but he couldn't give up, would never give up on Alphonse.

"There's no proof, no scientific fact that we aren't brothers, Al!" Edward all but shouted, aware that whatever barriers they'd maintained between them were eroding like castles of sands on the shore, wave after wave breaking it down faster than busy hands could rebuild.

A sharp, dark expression took hold Alphonse's normally gentle hazel gaze. It sent shivers up Edward's spine.

"Proving a negative is a missus of both the terms "science" and "fact", Brother…"

Alphonse mocked Edward, using emphases on the last word he spoke. It sent a hot cord of lust rocketing through Edward. It disgusted him.

'If we aren't brothers, then what are we?' It was a dark question and Edward knew his response.

Quicker than Alphonse was expecting, Edward crowded him against the closet's door. Ed's hot breath catching on the arch of the younger blond's throat.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Alphonse bellowed, pressing his palm to Edward shoulders, preparing to push him away. Edward was ready for it, planting his feet the older man grasped Alphonse's flailing hands and pinned them above the boys head.

"Sanctimonious bastard!" Alphonse snarled, thrashing wildly against Edward's firm hold, but Ed wasn't letting go. The metal of his automail hand was biting in painfully around Al's thin wrists. He would never let Alphonse go, even if the world was crumbling down around them Edward would continue to maintain his grasp on his

'No, Alphonse didn't consider himself my brother.' Edward thought darkly.

Alphonse yelped out as Edward's painful grip chaffed into his wrist.

It sent a twisted pleasure through the older blonde upon hearing such a lewd sound coming from the male in front of him. Letting go of the boy's wrist with his flesh hand, it slithered down to the arch of Alphonse's lower back.

An angry cry flew out Al's mouth as he felt his rear end being grasped powerfully, Edward hoisted the smaller males frame unwillingly up the wooden door. Once there, Ed wedged his knee between Alphonse own, kicking them apart so he could fit there. Edward's hardening crotch rubbed against the writhing man pinned against the wall.

Alphonse bit his lip red in his attempt to deny any cries of pleasure but Edward knew different, could feel the evidence of Alphonse's spoils nestled against his hip.

"You can't deny this, Alphonse." Edward taunted, his voice gone deep with lust, "…this thing we have between us." He smiled as he heard the smaller male whine in his throat, the boy's back arched off the door, trying to escape. It was futile, Edward had Alphonse right where he wanted him. Pinned and gasping beneath him.

"Not like how you denied your heritage, your lineage..." He added cruelly because he could, because he was so fucking angry at the man writhing against him. "If we aren't brothers, this shouldn't be a problem."

It drew a gasp out of Alphonse, and the fight was renewed in him like a freshly hooked fish on a fisherman's line. He bucked wildly, making Edward overcompensate and leaned his lower body heavily against the younger male's as Ed's hand left Al's bottom and gripped both the boy's wrist in a punishing hold.

"Get the fuck off me." The younger blond bellowed, throwing his head back and then forward in an attempt to head-butt and knock Edward off. It didn't work. Edward was trained to fight, his body responded instinctually moving out of the way just in time.

Edward ground his teeth together in agitation. Quicker than Alphonse could realize he was being ripped away from the wall and thrown over the bed like a child, face down in the blanket. He tried to sit up, but the back of his hair was gripped in a tight hold and cheek was pressed down awkwardly to the starchy top-cover.

"Brother," The shorter blond cried. An angry growl erupting from behind him. The hand in Al's hair tighten, tears of squalor gathered in boy's eyes.

"I told you to not to call me that…"

Alphonse could hear the sound of a belt being undone, the wind displacement as leather was whipped out of the belt loops. His wrist collected with warm, cold hands behind his back. Smooth leather was looped around them, securing them and biting into his flesh.

A bolt of unexpected heat gathered low in his crotch, wrapping around his spine and left things throbbing in tandem with his want.

He and Edward both knew that the fight was over, the game was won. Alphonse was bound and trapped.

"Fuck," Al groaned breathlessly as Edward hauled him up onto his knees. Manhandling him until Alphonse's chest was pressed to the bed and his ass hung lewdly into the air. Behind the shameful lust coursing through him, Alphonse could admit he was terrified, bottom lip quivering he was scared. Edward had never treated him with such force; he was always ever so careful as if not to bruise Alphonse's flesh.

Rough fingers dug into the boy's thin waist. The metal fingers hurting worse than the fleshier pliable ones, Alphonse took heed as another whine echoed in his chest. Alphonse shut his eyes and those flesh fingers played over the waist of his pants. Metal fingers were smoothing out along the other side of the band, running down to feel the hard contour of Al's erection tenting the front.

The young blond buried his face in the cover, burning with a humiliation that was terrifyingly new to him. Even though Edward had already touched him like this before, it still was a new sort of embarrassment, because he definitely shouldn't be aching with want from this rough treatment.

Pain radiated from his wrist, the blood was being cut off. The dull thud from behind his back made him want to whine in discomfort. Edward leaned over and tugged sharply at Alphonse bound wrists as Al's ass began to sag toward the bed. It was a painful reminder of who was bound and who was in control, it was obviously not Alphonse...

Alphonse buried his face back down in the blanket again, and was thankful his whine was muffled by the fabric. Edward's hot mouth encircled his ear in a wet heat as fingers popped the button on Alphonse jeans. Al found himself breathing heavily as some of the pressure was relieve off his trapped erection. He wanted Edward to stop, this was getting out of hand.

"P-please …" Alphonse's admission of a halfhearted complaint failed on his tongue, a hand ducked under the waist band of his boxers and Al yelped before moaning fervently. Edward grasped the younger man's cock in a tight squeeze.

"Don't worry, Alphonse..." Edward's voice was smooth and cool as liquid. The words hot and pressing, branding against the back of Al's neck.

"…this isn't wrong anymore." Edward's hand worked the younger's length in slow even strokes, enough to make Alphonse whimper low in his throat. "Considering now we aren't even brothers…"

With his metal hand Edward began pulling and tugging until Al's pants and boxer rested about mid-thigh. Edward ground his hips against Alphonse's bare ass and delighted in the defiant growl from Al's throat.

"Or so you think…"

"No!" Alphonse's argument started and ended with a whine with a startling lack of conviction. Another moan tripped on his tongue, Edward's hand pumped deliciously over his blushing cock.

"No," it wasn't a question, Edward wasn't expecting an answer. Instead it was spoke with the intent of ridicule, everything grew still.

Edward grabbed the belt binding Al's wrist and pulled back, making Alphonse sit up with his back resting against Ed's front. Ed pulled Alphonse's face around as far as he could considering their current position. His metal thumb dipping into Al's mouth, and Alphonse allowed it. Letting the appendage slip on the inner wet-flesh, as one of Ed's hands held his jaw steady, the other slithered back onto Al's weeping erection.

His mouth hung open and Edward took advantage, sliding his automail index between Al's lips. The taste of tangy metal slid across his tongue, a shot of lust followed wrapping around his spine and into his stomach. The haze was rapidly growing around Alphonse's head, making it harder and harder to resists, to remember there were reason why what they were doing was considered terribly wrong, and perverted.

Alphonse couldn't even bite the finger in his mouth if he wanted too, it would break is teeth and honestly somewhere -deep and carnal- inside, Al was getting off on the taste of cold metal slipping on his tongue.

There was a long, guttural growl from behind him, Al's heart leapt in debauched pleasure. Edward roughly shoved him back down and parted Alphonse's legs as far as they would go still trapped in pant legs.

A long cold finger circled his entrance before sliding in and began working in and out, quickly and without any mercy. No drawn out dance of a lovers caress. Edward seemed keen on doing this fast, and mostly dry. The second finger circled his rim, it was that particular thought that ripped Alphonse out of his pleasure induced pliancy. He wrenched away from the intruding finger.

"Wait!" he screeched, the hot burning feeling already taking ahold his nerve endings where he was barley stretched.

"P-p-please," It took a second to make his mouth work, licking his lips to wet them, "in the end table, there's lube."

At this point Alphonse's face was burning from mortifying heat. Was he really helping Edward do this to him?

The game was already won, Alphonse. He chastised himself. Edward's fingers slipped from him and disappeared from behind Al for a moment. The sounds of the drawer being ripped open and shuffled through. Alphonse knew when Edward returned, his pants and boxer were ripped away from his body before being shuffled back into position.

His legs were spread wider, he could hear the scrape of the lid and then two slick fingers slid –resistance free- back into him. Quickly they were joined by three; and Alphonse was a puddle of quivering nerves. Face pressed into scratchy fabric, he moaned out with every curve of those twisting fingers.

There was a whoosh of fabric, the fingers inside him pulled out and Edwards's blunt cock was probing, pushing in, and demanding to find entrance. Though, slow and meticulous, Edward was also relentlessly pressing forward through the fierce resistance. Alphonse's eyes screwed shut and his mind went white from the intense rush.

A long drawn out moan from above echoed off the walls around them, Alphonse could feel his heart in his throat as Edward settled. The other man's –still- clothed stomach pressing against the swell of Al's stretched ass, completely inside him.

All thoughts escaped him as Edward pushed in, 'Yes; yes; yes…' Echoed in the recesses of his mind. Or had Alphonse said it out loud because Ed laughed breathlessly rocking forwards making the boy hiccup.

After that Edward started moving ardently, hips undulating to a pounding pace. It was hard, rough but seemingly pleasurable. It was surprising how much Alphonse felt wanted, needed in that moment. He was so, so happy to be coveted completely, finally.

Bleating cry's clear-cut on every exhale, it was almost too much. Hands on Alphonse hip pushed and pulled the boy where he was needed, stroking that spot hidden deep within him that made Al's vision whiten on the edges. He was floating, freewheeling, nothing mattered except the wet pulse in his stretched hole and his hard dick slapping his under-belly.

Alphonse suddenly wished for his hands to be free, wanting to reach down and stroke his swollen prick to the same pace he was being pounded into. The thought sent a burst of determination into the younger male. Twisting and pulling at the chafing belt wrapped around his wrist, he tried to release the hold on his prickling hands.

With a frustrated growl that ended in a moan, Alphonse found some remembrance of words.

"Ed-Edward…" he cried "P-please…" any other words failed him, yanking at the bonds again. Edward must have gotten the picture because in the next second, Alphonse hands were released, they fell helplessly to his sides, the blood rushing back into his bruised limbs. He felt the pin pricks in his fingertips but ignored them. Edward's pace never faltered, if anything he hiked Al's hips up higher for a better, deeper angle.

Alphonse braced himself with his left hand, gathering the blanket into his palm for purchase. His right hand slipped under his body and started jacking his flush cock in time to his brother's powerful thrusts.

It was just so, fucking, good… It almost hurt. Mouth drooling, hip undulating, Alphonse was a ruined mess of carnal pleasure.

Something that good could only last for moments, Alphonse's back began to arch. Grunting, panting, moaning, and so close. So, fucking close. Edward's hand wrapped around Alphonse's body and covered the boy's rapidly moving hand. Now his body was shuddering and jerking, the piston like thrusting now devolving into erratic bucking and lurches from Edward. The sweat poured down both their skins, Alphonse could feel it gathering on his face, his neck and back.

A second later he was coming without a thought, an instinctual response, it came out of nowhere.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck—.' Rushed through his mind as he completely whited out as the rush followed through his limbs. He went limp into a pool of sugar, his muscles dough, his mind mush.

Alphonse was vaguely aware of his brother finishing, hands tightening on his hips before letting go. Everything was fading, blacking out in his peripherals. He was so tired, just wanting to rest for a moment. The world swam in black spots, with a tight hot feeling taking over his lungs. Al felt pained throughout his body momentarily, but the world dipped dramatically, and then everything just stopped.

Alphonse passed out.

To be contiuned...

The only relevant test of the validity of a hypothesis is comparison of prediction with experience. -Milton Friedman


A/N: *double face-palm* I'm going to go over here and sit quietly in the corner with my face towards the wall. Don't stone me, I'm innocent!


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