Technical Difficulties
Title: Technical Difficulties
Author: DarkBlysse
Word Count: 656 words
Prompt: Automail Dysfunction
Rating: NC-17.
Characters: Ed/Al, Winry
Summary: Winry's wedding present for Ed and Al doesn't go as planned.
Warnings: Elricest, socket!sex
A/N: Well... I wasn't going to enter this one into the contest at all. But then the mods posted, asking for more entries and this little bunny bit me. Hard. Written in only a few short hours, as my work schedule doesn't allow for epic ficcing time as it used to.
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“Be sure to thank Winry for her wedding present later,” Al said, smirking as he knelt beside Ed on their bed. Al looked into the slight gap in Ed's automail, where repairs could be made or screws adjusted, when all that was needed was a minor tune-up. Ed cast a confused, wary look at Al, but didn't say anything, just keeping his eyes on his husband.
For a few moments, all that Al did was look over the different wires, reassuring himself that he had the right one picked out. Winry had shown him dozens of diagrams and even what the wires looked like in uninstalled parts, so he had a good idea of what one he was looking for. When he was finally confident that he wouldn't hurt Ed, he reached into Ed's automail and gently pulled on--God, he hoped it was--the right cable.
“Alphonse!” Ed moaned, his whole body jerking at the sudden pleasure that shot through his body. He struggled to lift his head and look at Al, but was shaking too much, anticipating more of that wonderful sensation.
Emboldened by his obvious success, Al tugged at the cable again, keeping his eyes on Ed and smirking widely at the identical reaction it produced. He and Ed would both have to thank Winry for this. A lot.
“H-Harder, please,” Ed whined, shutting his eyes tightly. He was whimpering and rocking his hips, frustrated. It felt so damned good, but he hadn't reached his release yet and it was driving him mad. He could feel it, just teetering on the edge, as he looked at Al. Ed glared at the wicked look on Al's face, just willing him silently to keep going.
Unluckily for Ed, though, Al took his request too literally and yanked hard on the wire. All at once, Ed screamed and arched off the bed, coming over his chest immediately from the strong shock that ran through his body. But as he eased back down onto the mattress, he grit his teeth, fighting the urge to arch up again as he still felt the jolts dance across his nerves.
“Oh, fuck...” Al said quietly, shifting a little ways away from Ed as he watched some small sparks shoot out from his automail. Winry hadn't told him that if he'd pulled too hard it could... well, it looked as if the wire was stuck like that, pulled out slightly and still... Still sending out other sparks, that weren't visible, but causing quite the reaction on Ed's part.
“Godda-ahhhh-mnit, Al!” Ed shouted, arching high off the bed. His hands grasped desperately at the sheets beneath him and he bit down on his lip, trying to stifle the deafening cries that were threatening to spill out over his lips.
Al continued to swear under his breath, licking at his lips nervously and letting out small whines as he looked on while the short-circuiting automail continued to wreak havoc--albeit an extremely pleasurable havoc--upon his poor husband.
“Al, st-stop staring... and call Winry!” Ed managed to force out between loud moans.
With a frightened squeak, Al shot up off the bed and ran downstairs to their living room, quickly dialing Winry's number and explaining what had happened. His face fell into an expression of disbelief when Winry spoke.
“Two hours to get here?!” Al cried, his voice cracking. He flinched and almost dropped the phone when he heard Ed screaming upstairs. A long pause followed as Winry had obviously heard Ed's noise on the other end of the call. She gave a rushed apology to Al for not having warned him and promised that she would get there as soon as she could.
Al hung up the phone and leaned against the wall. He groaned loudly and tilted his head back, glaring slightly at the ceiling. So much for thanking Winry for such a wonderful gift...
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A/N: No... I didn't place at all in the contest. ;-; But I don't mind! It was fun enough to write this, and I gave all of the other comm members a good giggle. XD Maybe I'll have better luck with my entry this week--it's been making people cry! XD \o/
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Author: DarkBlysse
Word Count: 656 words
Prompt: Automail Dysfunction
Rating: NC-17.
Characters: Ed/Al, Winry
Summary: Winry's wedding present for Ed and Al doesn't go as planned.
Warnings: Elricest, socket!sex
A/N: Well... I wasn't going to enter this one into the contest at all. But then the mods posted, asking for more entries and this little bunny bit me. Hard. Written in only a few short hours, as my work schedule doesn't allow for epic ficcing time as it used to.
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“Be sure to thank Winry for her wedding present later,” Al said, smirking as he knelt beside Ed on their bed. Al looked into the slight gap in Ed's automail, where repairs could be made or screws adjusted, when all that was needed was a minor tune-up. Ed cast a confused, wary look at Al, but didn't say anything, just keeping his eyes on his husband.
For a few moments, all that Al did was look over the different wires, reassuring himself that he had the right one picked out. Winry had shown him dozens of diagrams and even what the wires looked like in uninstalled parts, so he had a good idea of what one he was looking for. When he was finally confident that he wouldn't hurt Ed, he reached into Ed's automail and gently pulled on--God, he hoped it was--the right cable.
“Alphonse!” Ed moaned, his whole body jerking at the sudden pleasure that shot through his body. He struggled to lift his head and look at Al, but was shaking too much, anticipating more of that wonderful sensation.
Emboldened by his obvious success, Al tugged at the cable again, keeping his eyes on Ed and smirking widely at the identical reaction it produced. He and Ed would both have to thank Winry for this. A lot.
“H-Harder, please,” Ed whined, shutting his eyes tightly. He was whimpering and rocking his hips, frustrated. It felt so damned good, but he hadn't reached his release yet and it was driving him mad. He could feel it, just teetering on the edge, as he looked at Al. Ed glared at the wicked look on Al's face, just willing him silently to keep going.
Unluckily for Ed, though, Al took his request too literally and yanked hard on the wire. All at once, Ed screamed and arched off the bed, coming over his chest immediately from the strong shock that ran through his body. But as he eased back down onto the mattress, he grit his teeth, fighting the urge to arch up again as he still felt the jolts dance across his nerves.
“Oh, fuck...” Al said quietly, shifting a little ways away from Ed as he watched some small sparks shoot out from his automail. Winry hadn't told him that if he'd pulled too hard it could... well, it looked as if the wire was stuck like that, pulled out slightly and still... Still sending out other sparks, that weren't visible, but causing quite the reaction on Ed's part.
“Godda-ahhhh-mnit, Al!” Ed shouted, arching high off the bed. His hands grasped desperately at the sheets beneath him and he bit down on his lip, trying to stifle the deafening cries that were threatening to spill out over his lips.
Al continued to swear under his breath, licking at his lips nervously and letting out small whines as he looked on while the short-circuiting automail continued to wreak havoc--albeit an extremely pleasurable havoc--upon his poor husband.
“Al, st-stop staring... and call Winry!” Ed managed to force out between loud moans.
With a frightened squeak, Al shot up off the bed and ran downstairs to their living room, quickly dialing Winry's number and explaining what had happened. His face fell into an expression of disbelief when Winry spoke.
“Two hours to get here?!” Al cried, his voice cracking. He flinched and almost dropped the phone when he heard Ed screaming upstairs. A long pause followed as Winry had obviously heard Ed's noise on the other end of the call. She gave a rushed apology to Al for not having warned him and promised that she would get there as soon as she could.
Al hung up the phone and leaned against the wall. He groaned loudly and tilted his head back, glaring slightly at the ceiling. So much for thanking Winry for such a wonderful gift...
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A/N: No... I didn't place at all in the contest. ;-; But I don't mind! It was fun enough to write this, and I gave all of the other comm members a good giggle. XD Maybe I'll have better luck with my entry this week--it's been making people cry! XD \o/
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