Maybe crazy is catching... More Smut!! (These Marks Between Us -- Elricest)
Al sits, still, silent, watching his brother from across their newest hotel room. Ed is barefoot, a few strands of hair messily escaping from his previously neat braid. A dark bruise is beginning to form on his cheekbone, marring perfection the way a single sigh can ruin silence. Al wants to reach out, to soothe the hurt he caused, but he doesn’t know how someone like him could assuage anything, much less something like this.
So he doesn’t move, instead he watches Ed stand in the open doorway that leads to the balcony, shivers running almost imperceptibly through his small frame. Al had been afraid, at first, that Ed would leave. That he would storm out of the room, slamming the door hard enough to damage the frame, and never look back. Instead he walked to the balcony, his coat and over shirt staying carelessly splayed across the room’s single bed, leaving Al to heave an internal sigh of relief.
Finally Alphonse can stand it no longer, the silence, the trembling that courses through his brother’s body as snow flakes drift lazily over the older boy. He climbs to his feet, groaning armor giving away his motion, and calls out to Ed.
“Brother?”
Golden eyes snap their attention towards him, as wary as any alley cat’s and Al holds out what serves as his hand.
“Come inside and close the door, Ed, you’re cold.”
The eyes turn back to considering the grey skies for a moment longer and then Ed is inside, rubbing his arms briskly, even as he realizes that it’s an effort in futility. Al drops his hand and takes a few steps back, unsure of what will happen now.
“I guess I deserved that,” Ed roughly gestures to his cheek with a slight grin that does nothing to dispel the guardedness of his gaze.
Al shakes his head vigorously, “No! No, brother! I just…” He gives his head another shake, “I’m sorry, Ed.”
“Ah, well,” Ed sighs, “What’s done is done. Now the question is: What are you going to do about it?”
“D-do about it?” Al stutters. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” Ed says, as he pulls Al’s hand to his cheek, with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “How are you going to make it up to me, little brother?” the older boy pauses with a small sigh, his eyelids drifting lazily closed. “That feels nice against my bruise…”
If Al had been able to swallow heavily, he would have. As it was he was completely taken by the image his brother presented in the faint, orange spilled light that he so laughingly called vision; the heavily lidded eyes, the faint glistening tip of tongue that was exposed as he ran it over small, pinkish lips…
Despite the guilt that he felt, running like cool rain along the seal that bound him, lust flared, as half formed and as unreal as the flesh that didn’t belong to him anymore.
They were brothers. They could fight like wildcats, when the mood suited them.
And they could fuck like the most intense of lovers, when that suited them.
He couldn’t feel the cheek that pressed lightly against his leather gloves, but he sensed it; Ed’s warmth was as corporeal as the smile he was giving Al. Then his brother was flicking out that beautiful tongue, tasting the saltiness of brown leather, running his lips over the metal plates of Al’s hands.
“Come on Al, make it up to me…,” Ed trailed off with one of the most wicked smirks Al had ever been on the receiving end of.
“Guilt tripping your younger sibling, brother?” Al asked softly, watching appreciatively as Edward swayed before him, as tempting as forbidden fruit and sun warmed serpents. No one could capture the effortless grace Edward possessed when he was - to put it bluntly - horny.
“Like you tried to guilt trip me about that damned cat?”
Charming as Ed could be at times, he hated talking during sex if it did not directly result in touching.
“Brother!” Al tries to fill his tone with reproach, but it is difficult when he knows he has already forgiven his brother.
“Touch me, Al…” The golden boy’s entreaty is entirely wasted on Alphonse; if there could have been storm clouds above Al’s head, they most likely would have been bucketing down rain.
“There was no need to toss the kitty into the Colonel’s office. Now he thinks that we’re cruel to animals!”
“Well look how he treats me!” Ed’s indignant look is quickly replaced by one of shock, as Al picks him up and drops him carefully on the bed. He huffs, landing on his back, the sheets bunching beneath him as he twists in reaction, trying to glare at the steel shape looming over him. “Whadija do that for?!”
“Trying to suggest you’re an animal, brother?”
Ed bites his lip, keeping silent as the bed groans beneath him, one heavy knee making the springs below him sink at least six inches. Al fills his vision until all he can see are the burning, curious lights shelved in pure darkness; whatever his innocence, Al could be one imposing bastard.
“Do you want to be fucked like an animal, brother?”
Okay, maybe not so innocent.
Ed yelps as he is flipped over onto his front, the shock of hands squeezing his sides making him gasp before the wind is knocked out of him by his landing.
“Jeez, Al, careful with the merchandise!”
“Why be cautious with something I’ve used many, many times?”
“That’s just crude,” Ed mutters, glaring at the flat pillow in front of his nose, and then gasping as large hands start to grope his leather clad ass.
“Al----ahhhhh….!”
“You like it when I squeeze you, don’t you, brother?”
There was no way to respond to that with a hypothetical, rhetorical, or cutting comeback so Ed panted, pushing himself back even as he rubbed his growing erection against the mussed sheets.
“No, that’s wrong; you love it.”
There is always a hint of awkwardness in Al’s overly large hands, especially when it comes to the delicate matter of unzipping tight leather, or fiddling with small clasps on expensive silk tops. The tough leather of his hands always caught on stitching, and since he only had no way of knowing what was too rough on Ed’s skin, he sometimes pressed hard enough to leave bruises. But this had happened before, and Al wasn’t very worried about it happening again as he stripped his brother quickly and efficiently. He managed to only tear one button off of the cloth, and suddenly, Ed was lying naked on the bed.
Supine.
Panting.
Wriggling so that Al’s left hand was clasped loosely on his corresponding hip, shivering as the metal scraped against the sharply jutting bone. If Al had been able to, he probably would have fainted with the rush of blood that unexpectedly seemed to flow everywhere at once, a liquid heartbeat that couldn’t possibly be his own thudding in non-existent ears.
“Do it Al,” Ed whispered softly, panting as he raised and lowered his hips, grinding into the sheets as his breathing became broken, forced, and charged with the smallest of whimpers as Al’s body scraped against his automail.
“I want to feel you. I wanna feel you fuck me, come on, Al…”
“You really are like an animal, brother,” Al chuckled softly, tilting his head to the side as muscles writhed up Ed’s back like lazy snakes. He raised Ed’s hips slightly and spread his creamy thighs wider, looking between the slim gap to watch his brother’s cock twitch, hard and pointing forward, dripping steadily onto the sheets. His balls were full, swollen and a dusky red, and Al cradled him gently as Ed attempted to thrust back agains empty air without much success.
“Slow down, you little animal…”
“Don’t tease me…” Ed’s pants were shrill and sharp, and he groaned, low and deep, as a calloused glove wrapped tightly around his cock, not squeezing enough to be totally painful but a reminder, that in this domain, Al ruled. A small pink tongue flittered over whitened lips as the hand slid, from the curling golden hairs at the base to the glistening, swollen head, effectively milking him as he twitched and thrummed steadily. More glistening spools of Ed’s seed dribbled onto the wet and stained sheet.
“AL!”
“We haven’t even started yet, brother.”
“Oh God…..Al….A-Al…”
The creak of shifting plate-mail filled the room as Al spread his metal legs apart, sliding his brother between them easily. The cool sheen of reflected iron threw pale reflections over alabaster skin, casting rippling waves of light on smooth and scarred legs, endless patterns on metal clasps and bolts.
“Still cold, brother?” Al purrs as he rubs his hands firmly into the shivering, goose pimpled flesh of Ed’s bottom, raised and presented before him. The perfection of sin that his brother displays stirs the flecks of sparkling electricity in his seal, making it burn, making it whisper as he cups pale curves with brown hands.
“Al…” Ed shudders, biting his lip as his hips plunge forwards frantically, though the firm grip Al has on him barely allows him to move an inch. “Oh please, Al…”
Al slaps a smooth, downy cheek carefully, delighting in the sharp gasp and the reddening that results from his action. “Little animal…now, what can we do with you?”
“Fuck me.” Ed’s demand was shaky, halting as his chest heaved and sobbed with trapped breath, and he nearly screamed as Al wrapped rough fingers around his cock again, tugging teasingly before tracing back to pet a round cheek.
“A-A-Al….oh…. ooooooohhhh, godddd….…..”
“We need something, brother, to make my fingers go inside you easier…do you want me to do that? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
Ed nods brokenly, barely able to indicate to the affirmative before dropping forward onto the sheets, leaving his ass raised in the air. He was like a string less puppet, and Al’s eyes glowed with pleasure as he slowly parted his brother’s cheeks with one hand.
“I’m going to use your pre-come to lube you up, brother.”
Ed trembles at the rough, low words, turning his head slightly to the side so he could peer up and behind him, trying to find his lovers face. Glazed amber locked with blazing white - an exchange too fast to see, a general feeling of worried enquiry - and he nodded again, parting his lips so that his panting wasn’t as eerily audible.
“Do it…”
Al traced one large, clumsy finger down Ed’s spine, pausing to stroke the end of a gleaming golden braid while the other hand delved deeper between jerking thighs to gently cradle heated, erect flesh. Even to sense-less fingertips, the head was swollen and soft, and Al gently peeled back the smaller boy’s foreskin, rubbing the exposed tip with the greatest of care. Ed bit into the sheet, curse words muffled but still understandable, thrashing in the grasp as Al let dribbles of sticky fluid flow to collect in his palm.
“God!”
“I thought you didn’t believe in Him…” Al giggled softly, before wincing at the sheer electricity that snapped Edward’s body backwards -nearly in half- his braid brushing the top of his clenched rear. He fell panting, cursing, and screaming for more; Al complied, squeezing and rubbing the soft skin together.
Ed wailed, a high pitched keening sound that had ever metal object in the room, including his younger brother, vibrating softly, with its timbre. His gasps had become half shrieked, intense and sharply toned pleas, every nerve flaring under the rough, yet gentle, so very gentle, movements that were making him rock rhythmically into the loosely cupped shell of that gloved hand; he sobbed in pleasure as his swollen sac brushed against cold, cold metal.
Shifting and making the entire bed protest, Al leaned backwards, taking a moment to gaze at the beautiful sight presented to him. Ed’s twitching entrance, so carefully displayed between creamy mounds, drew all of his considerable attention as he slowly drew his hand back, letting the foreskin go. He felt, more than heard, Ed’s small hiss as he poked at that entrance; carefully daubing the area with the slick silver strands that lay across his fingers.
“You’re so pretty, brother…your tight little hole is like a cat’s, all puckered and pink and wonderful…”
“If you compare my ass to a cats again, Al, I’ll disown you.”
“And here I was, thinking you were lust-blind.” The term had been created after one day in the mess hall, the same day that a bottle of olive oil that had gone to a very good cause. Ed’s grin was sleepy as he glanced over his shoulder; after being brought so close to the edge, stimulated so thoroughly, the gentle movement of that finger prodding at him seemed almost inconsequential.
Al looked slightly disappointed, and Edward sighed as he raised his ass a little higher, flexing the muscles just inside of him so his little brother could see the movement. “Just for tonight, then…Well, if you say it after this, I really will disown you.”
“Soprettyandlittleandpinkandwonderfulandpurringlikeakittyoooohsocute!”
Both boys blinked at the sudden rush of words, and then Ed was biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as Al pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscles. The sudden stretch was painful and yet erotically exhilarating; the sudden, powerful feeling of being filled overwhelming.
“Fuck!”
“Yes, that’s what I’m doing.” Al sounded supremely proud of himself, voice almost quivering as he pushed further, feeling the slightest pressure that should have been vice-like as Ed’s body swallowed his finger whole. The sight made him groan, as well as the feeling of dull, wet heat rising slowly to swirl around his seal as Ed panted and squirmed, contracting around him.
“You have a - uh- such a way of stating the ob-obvious…”
“And you have such a tight ass…”
Ed held back a yelp, the words causing embarrassment and lust to swamp through him quickly, like a torrent of electricity arcing from one power line to the next.
“Aaaaaaaahhh…”
“See how greedy it is? Oh, you can’t…I’ll tell you…”
“Stop being kinky and fuck me already,” Ed growled softly, sliding his hips backward, his eyes rolling in his head as the coarse leather rubbed against his prostate, sending shivers rippling down his spine.
“Your ass is swallowing me.”
The low whisper, low and in his little brothers voice, so sweet and childish and so seemingly innocent-it made light and heat flare through his nerves, automail ports tingling as he jackknifed suddenly, pushing back onto the invading digit. “Fuck…” he sobbed, moving jerkily, half-humping Al’s finger as his flesh hand crept between his thighs.
Al watched, entranced, as muscles writhed and shifted along a gloriously scarred back, Ed’s braid beginning to unravel as he moved erratically. Golden strands littered the pale, wasted skin, twining around his metal arm as he pushed his head to the side. His mouth open slightly eyes shut against the invasion, he was a picture of debauched innocence and pure pleasure, his tongue flicking out to lick his dry lips.
“Do you like this, brother? Tell me how it feels…”
“Feels….ahhhhh….feels good…feels like you’re splitting me open…” Ed rubbed his burning face onto the sheets, trying to spread his legs wider and gain purchase at the same time, failing miserably as his movements became shallower with the extended movement.
“Please, please Al fuck me Al, I need…I need…”
Ed tries to dig his toes into the sheets, the automail tearing them slightly, and Al groans softly as he nods, the creaking sound nearly drowning out the now desperate gasps pouring from his golden brother’s lips.
“Okay, brother…”
Laying one palm flat under Ed’s abdomen, fingers splayed, Al lifts him up slightly as he leans forward, the horn that dominates his helmet resting lightly on twitching skin, the wings of Ed’s shoulder blades rise to meet the touch. Straightening his arm and closing his eyes, Al sinks beneath the seal, beneath the pain and terror that is the messily drawn blood, and falls into pure spiritual pleasure as he starts to ram his finger in and out, as hard and fast as he can.
Ed, predictably, squeals and thrashes, pushing back as far as he can, his gaping mouth is drawn roughly over the sheets he as is pushed into them, the pounding rhythm making his whole body rock back and forth. There wasn’t nearly enough slickness to accommodate the wide girth of Al’s digit, but it didn’t really matter-it felt good, damn good, to have this at all, to know his Al was enjoying this, the sweet encouragements murmured in his soft voice.
“Oh…brother, when I’m whole again, I want you to do this to me. I want you to fuck me…” Al opens his eyes (insomuch as he can) to watch the gaping pucker convulsing around his thrusting finger, seemingly the only thing he can concentrate on, as Ed pulls on his cock rapidly, beyond sobbing and crying into the stained sheets as orgasm hits him like a bullet to the brain.
“That’s it…” Al whispers, holding him up gently as Ed pushes futilely into the air, seed spraying his stomach and chest as a pure note of pleasure uncurling from his clenched throat. An angry red flush pours through Ed’s sweat soaked skin, signaling utter completion, and Al sighs to himself as he gradually brings his finger to a stop, half listening to Ed swearing as he collapses onto the bed, rolling slightly into the dent created by Al’s left knee.
“That was so beautiful, brother…”
Ed only groans softly in response as Al pulls the leather glove away from his stretched hole, easily slipping the finger outside, watching it twitch for a few moments as his hand moves up to stroke Edward’s back.
“So beautiful…”
Panting harshly, one eye slit open against the glare the lights created, Ed reaches for Al with weakened arms, whimpering softly. For the moment there is no thought inside of the brilliant mind; no sadness or doubt or fear, and the older boy sighs happily, tears of completion still rolling down his cheeks as he is gathered into slightly warm metal arms.
“Al…”
Guilt rolls through him then, cutting the fascination in half, and leaving it withering in his chest. Ed’s golden eyes blinked slowly and sleepily, a sated kind of happiness floating through them, but the bruise stands out severely on his prominent cheekbone, already a deep purple, tinged with harsh yellows.
If Al had eyes he would have cried, just from the sheer trust in that gaze, even as the betrayal of it was shown baldly beneath, horrifying in its abruptness.
“Oh, brother, I’m so sorry…”
“It’s okay. Love you, Al. Its okay, Al, ‘kay?”
“It’s not…”
The utter dismay and fear in his tone causes Ed to sit up sharply, even as pleasure and pain echo in his bottom and groin faintly, blinking so he can clear his eyes and glare at his cringing brother. The utter shame that narrowed his eyes in the first place causes Ed to bite back the stinging words that want to erupt, and he deliberately lowers his voice as he reaches forward to lay his palm flat on Al’s chest plate.
“I broke your arm when we were four, because you got the last chocolate on May Day. I was wrong; to send your cat away…I know they make you feel better. Not so… so strange…”
There is a creak as Al turns his head down; studying his hands, one still covered in the drying, sticky strands of Ed’s seed… he shakes his head violently.
“There’s no justification in violence.”
“I hit you first.”
“But I hurt you.”
“Yeah, and, like I said earlier, I probably deserved it.” Shocked deadlight eyes snap up to meet glimmering ochre- glimmering with a smile, no trace of anger in them at all.
“God knows I deserve to be punched out, once in awhile…better you than somebody who does it for no reason, eh?”
“I’m sorry” Al whispers again, and Ed sighs as he pulls the empty suit towards him, holding the small red mark more than he does the barely quivering metal. Golden strands brush against Al’s helm as Ed leans forward, murmuring softly, “Its okay…”
He pressed kisses into steel, chilling his lips, sighing as Al awkwardly bunches the blankets that had been tossed at the end of the bed over them.
“I’m sorry…”
“I know. I forgive you.”
Al presses his jaw to Edward’s, the only kiss he can give while in this state, and Ed runs his palm over the soft, silky feather that tops his helmet, twirling it thoughtfully.
“Hey Al, did you really mean it?” Al looks almost offended as he sits up slightly, arm shifting from his side so he can sling it around a thin waist.
“Of course! I’m sorry! I said I-“
“No, I meant…well, you’d let me fuck you? When we get your body back?”
Ed starts to laugh as Al suddenly finds the ceiling very, very interesting to glare at, and he curses himself for his big, fat mouth.
“Damn it…”
But he has to admit, the sleepy, ringing peals of laughter falling from grinning lips, golden eyes slit and laughing with him, well… it makes up for his slip of tongue.
Just a little bit.
---------End.
SHY'S A/N: Inspiration comes in many, many forms. The inspiration that flows freely from cupped hands is blessed...and the inspiration that comes from smutty Armor!sex pictures provides even more detailed, and illustrious, inspiration. For Snapey-chan, she who co-wrote this and came up with the original idea, and one of my biggest inspirations to boot. (I'm just the smut girl, don't mind me) ^^;;
So he doesn’t move, instead he watches Ed stand in the open doorway that leads to the balcony, shivers running almost imperceptibly through his small frame. Al had been afraid, at first, that Ed would leave. That he would storm out of the room, slamming the door hard enough to damage the frame, and never look back. Instead he walked to the balcony, his coat and over shirt staying carelessly splayed across the room’s single bed, leaving Al to heave an internal sigh of relief.
Finally Alphonse can stand it no longer, the silence, the trembling that courses through his brother’s body as snow flakes drift lazily over the older boy. He climbs to his feet, groaning armor giving away his motion, and calls out to Ed.
“Brother?”
Golden eyes snap their attention towards him, as wary as any alley cat’s and Al holds out what serves as his hand.
“Come inside and close the door, Ed, you’re cold.”
The eyes turn back to considering the grey skies for a moment longer and then Ed is inside, rubbing his arms briskly, even as he realizes that it’s an effort in futility. Al drops his hand and takes a few steps back, unsure of what will happen now.
“I guess I deserved that,” Ed roughly gestures to his cheek with a slight grin that does nothing to dispel the guardedness of his gaze.
Al shakes his head vigorously, “No! No, brother! I just…” He gives his head another shake, “I’m sorry, Ed.”
“Ah, well,” Ed sighs, “What’s done is done. Now the question is: What are you going to do about it?”
“D-do about it?” Al stutters. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” Ed says, as he pulls Al’s hand to his cheek, with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “How are you going to make it up to me, little brother?” the older boy pauses with a small sigh, his eyelids drifting lazily closed. “That feels nice against my bruise…”
If Al had been able to swallow heavily, he would have. As it was he was completely taken by the image his brother presented in the faint, orange spilled light that he so laughingly called vision; the heavily lidded eyes, the faint glistening tip of tongue that was exposed as he ran it over small, pinkish lips…
Despite the guilt that he felt, running like cool rain along the seal that bound him, lust flared, as half formed and as unreal as the flesh that didn’t belong to him anymore.
They were brothers. They could fight like wildcats, when the mood suited them.
And they could fuck like the most intense of lovers, when that suited them.
He couldn’t feel the cheek that pressed lightly against his leather gloves, but he sensed it; Ed’s warmth was as corporeal as the smile he was giving Al. Then his brother was flicking out that beautiful tongue, tasting the saltiness of brown leather, running his lips over the metal plates of Al’s hands.
“Come on Al, make it up to me…,” Ed trailed off with one of the most wicked smirks Al had ever been on the receiving end of.
“Guilt tripping your younger sibling, brother?” Al asked softly, watching appreciatively as Edward swayed before him, as tempting as forbidden fruit and sun warmed serpents. No one could capture the effortless grace Edward possessed when he was - to put it bluntly - horny.
“Like you tried to guilt trip me about that damned cat?”
Charming as Ed could be at times, he hated talking during sex if it did not directly result in touching.
“Brother!” Al tries to fill his tone with reproach, but it is difficult when he knows he has already forgiven his brother.
“Touch me, Al…” The golden boy’s entreaty is entirely wasted on Alphonse; if there could have been storm clouds above Al’s head, they most likely would have been bucketing down rain.
“There was no need to toss the kitty into the Colonel’s office. Now he thinks that we’re cruel to animals!”
“Well look how he treats me!” Ed’s indignant look is quickly replaced by one of shock, as Al picks him up and drops him carefully on the bed. He huffs, landing on his back, the sheets bunching beneath him as he twists in reaction, trying to glare at the steel shape looming over him. “Whadija do that for?!”
“Trying to suggest you’re an animal, brother?”
Ed bites his lip, keeping silent as the bed groans beneath him, one heavy knee making the springs below him sink at least six inches. Al fills his vision until all he can see are the burning, curious lights shelved in pure darkness; whatever his innocence, Al could be one imposing bastard.
“Do you want to be fucked like an animal, brother?”
Okay, maybe not so innocent.
Ed yelps as he is flipped over onto his front, the shock of hands squeezing his sides making him gasp before the wind is knocked out of him by his landing.
“Jeez, Al, careful with the merchandise!”
“Why be cautious with something I’ve used many, many times?”
“That’s just crude,” Ed mutters, glaring at the flat pillow in front of his nose, and then gasping as large hands start to grope his leather clad ass.
“Al----ahhhhh….!”
“You like it when I squeeze you, don’t you, brother?”
There was no way to respond to that with a hypothetical, rhetorical, or cutting comeback so Ed panted, pushing himself back even as he rubbed his growing erection against the mussed sheets.
“No, that’s wrong; you love it.”
There is always a hint of awkwardness in Al’s overly large hands, especially when it comes to the delicate matter of unzipping tight leather, or fiddling with small clasps on expensive silk tops. The tough leather of his hands always caught on stitching, and since he only had no way of knowing what was too rough on Ed’s skin, he sometimes pressed hard enough to leave bruises. But this had happened before, and Al wasn’t very worried about it happening again as he stripped his brother quickly and efficiently. He managed to only tear one button off of the cloth, and suddenly, Ed was lying naked on the bed.
Supine.
Panting.
Wriggling so that Al’s left hand was clasped loosely on his corresponding hip, shivering as the metal scraped against the sharply jutting bone. If Al had been able to, he probably would have fainted with the rush of blood that unexpectedly seemed to flow everywhere at once, a liquid heartbeat that couldn’t possibly be his own thudding in non-existent ears.
“Do it Al,” Ed whispered softly, panting as he raised and lowered his hips, grinding into the sheets as his breathing became broken, forced, and charged with the smallest of whimpers as Al’s body scraped against his automail.
“I want to feel you. I wanna feel you fuck me, come on, Al…”
“You really are like an animal, brother,” Al chuckled softly, tilting his head to the side as muscles writhed up Ed’s back like lazy snakes. He raised Ed’s hips slightly and spread his creamy thighs wider, looking between the slim gap to watch his brother’s cock twitch, hard and pointing forward, dripping steadily onto the sheets. His balls were full, swollen and a dusky red, and Al cradled him gently as Ed attempted to thrust back agains empty air without much success.
“Slow down, you little animal…”
“Don’t tease me…” Ed’s pants were shrill and sharp, and he groaned, low and deep, as a calloused glove wrapped tightly around his cock, not squeezing enough to be totally painful but a reminder, that in this domain, Al ruled. A small pink tongue flittered over whitened lips as the hand slid, from the curling golden hairs at the base to the glistening, swollen head, effectively milking him as he twitched and thrummed steadily. More glistening spools of Ed’s seed dribbled onto the wet and stained sheet.
“AL!”
“We haven’t even started yet, brother.”
“Oh God…..Al….A-Al…”
The creak of shifting plate-mail filled the room as Al spread his metal legs apart, sliding his brother between them easily. The cool sheen of reflected iron threw pale reflections over alabaster skin, casting rippling waves of light on smooth and scarred legs, endless patterns on metal clasps and bolts.
“Still cold, brother?” Al purrs as he rubs his hands firmly into the shivering, goose pimpled flesh of Ed’s bottom, raised and presented before him. The perfection of sin that his brother displays stirs the flecks of sparkling electricity in his seal, making it burn, making it whisper as he cups pale curves with brown hands.
“Al…” Ed shudders, biting his lip as his hips plunge forwards frantically, though the firm grip Al has on him barely allows him to move an inch. “Oh please, Al…”
Al slaps a smooth, downy cheek carefully, delighting in the sharp gasp and the reddening that results from his action. “Little animal…now, what can we do with you?”
“Fuck me.” Ed’s demand was shaky, halting as his chest heaved and sobbed with trapped breath, and he nearly screamed as Al wrapped rough fingers around his cock again, tugging teasingly before tracing back to pet a round cheek.
“A-A-Al….oh…. ooooooohhhh, godddd….…..”
“We need something, brother, to make my fingers go inside you easier…do you want me to do that? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
Ed nods brokenly, barely able to indicate to the affirmative before dropping forward onto the sheets, leaving his ass raised in the air. He was like a string less puppet, and Al’s eyes glowed with pleasure as he slowly parted his brother’s cheeks with one hand.
“I’m going to use your pre-come to lube you up, brother.”
Ed trembles at the rough, low words, turning his head slightly to the side so he could peer up and behind him, trying to find his lovers face. Glazed amber locked with blazing white - an exchange too fast to see, a general feeling of worried enquiry - and he nodded again, parting his lips so that his panting wasn’t as eerily audible.
“Do it…”
Al traced one large, clumsy finger down Ed’s spine, pausing to stroke the end of a gleaming golden braid while the other hand delved deeper between jerking thighs to gently cradle heated, erect flesh. Even to sense-less fingertips, the head was swollen and soft, and Al gently peeled back the smaller boy’s foreskin, rubbing the exposed tip with the greatest of care. Ed bit into the sheet, curse words muffled but still understandable, thrashing in the grasp as Al let dribbles of sticky fluid flow to collect in his palm.
“God!”
“I thought you didn’t believe in Him…” Al giggled softly, before wincing at the sheer electricity that snapped Edward’s body backwards -nearly in half- his braid brushing the top of his clenched rear. He fell panting, cursing, and screaming for more; Al complied, squeezing and rubbing the soft skin together.
Ed wailed, a high pitched keening sound that had ever metal object in the room, including his younger brother, vibrating softly, with its timbre. His gasps had become half shrieked, intense and sharply toned pleas, every nerve flaring under the rough, yet gentle, so very gentle, movements that were making him rock rhythmically into the loosely cupped shell of that gloved hand; he sobbed in pleasure as his swollen sac brushed against cold, cold metal.
Shifting and making the entire bed protest, Al leaned backwards, taking a moment to gaze at the beautiful sight presented to him. Ed’s twitching entrance, so carefully displayed between creamy mounds, drew all of his considerable attention as he slowly drew his hand back, letting the foreskin go. He felt, more than heard, Ed’s small hiss as he poked at that entrance; carefully daubing the area with the slick silver strands that lay across his fingers.
“You’re so pretty, brother…your tight little hole is like a cat’s, all puckered and pink and wonderful…”
“If you compare my ass to a cats again, Al, I’ll disown you.”
“And here I was, thinking you were lust-blind.” The term had been created after one day in the mess hall, the same day that a bottle of olive oil that had gone to a very good cause. Ed’s grin was sleepy as he glanced over his shoulder; after being brought so close to the edge, stimulated so thoroughly, the gentle movement of that finger prodding at him seemed almost inconsequential.
Al looked slightly disappointed, and Edward sighed as he raised his ass a little higher, flexing the muscles just inside of him so his little brother could see the movement. “Just for tonight, then…Well, if you say it after this, I really will disown you.”
“Soprettyandlittleandpinkandwonderfulandpurringlikeakittyoooohsocute!”
Both boys blinked at the sudden rush of words, and then Ed was biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood as Al pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscles. The sudden stretch was painful and yet erotically exhilarating; the sudden, powerful feeling of being filled overwhelming.
“Fuck!”
“Yes, that’s what I’m doing.” Al sounded supremely proud of himself, voice almost quivering as he pushed further, feeling the slightest pressure that should have been vice-like as Ed’s body swallowed his finger whole. The sight made him groan, as well as the feeling of dull, wet heat rising slowly to swirl around his seal as Ed panted and squirmed, contracting around him.
“You have a - uh- such a way of stating the ob-obvious…”
“And you have such a tight ass…”
Ed held back a yelp, the words causing embarrassment and lust to swamp through him quickly, like a torrent of electricity arcing from one power line to the next.
“Aaaaaaaahhh…”
“See how greedy it is? Oh, you can’t…I’ll tell you…”
“Stop being kinky and fuck me already,” Ed growled softly, sliding his hips backward, his eyes rolling in his head as the coarse leather rubbed against his prostate, sending shivers rippling down his spine.
“Your ass is swallowing me.”
The low whisper, low and in his little brothers voice, so sweet and childish and so seemingly innocent-it made light and heat flare through his nerves, automail ports tingling as he jackknifed suddenly, pushing back onto the invading digit. “Fuck…” he sobbed, moving jerkily, half-humping Al’s finger as his flesh hand crept between his thighs.
Al watched, entranced, as muscles writhed and shifted along a gloriously scarred back, Ed’s braid beginning to unravel as he moved erratically. Golden strands littered the pale, wasted skin, twining around his metal arm as he pushed his head to the side. His mouth open slightly eyes shut against the invasion, he was a picture of debauched innocence and pure pleasure, his tongue flicking out to lick his dry lips.
“Do you like this, brother? Tell me how it feels…”
“Feels….ahhhhh….feels good…feels like you’re splitting me open…” Ed rubbed his burning face onto the sheets, trying to spread his legs wider and gain purchase at the same time, failing miserably as his movements became shallower with the extended movement.
“Please, please Al fuck me Al, I need…I need…”
Ed tries to dig his toes into the sheets, the automail tearing them slightly, and Al groans softly as he nods, the creaking sound nearly drowning out the now desperate gasps pouring from his golden brother’s lips.
“Okay, brother…”
Laying one palm flat under Ed’s abdomen, fingers splayed, Al lifts him up slightly as he leans forward, the horn that dominates his helmet resting lightly on twitching skin, the wings of Ed’s shoulder blades rise to meet the touch. Straightening his arm and closing his eyes, Al sinks beneath the seal, beneath the pain and terror that is the messily drawn blood, and falls into pure spiritual pleasure as he starts to ram his finger in and out, as hard and fast as he can.
Ed, predictably, squeals and thrashes, pushing back as far as he can, his gaping mouth is drawn roughly over the sheets he as is pushed into them, the pounding rhythm making his whole body rock back and forth. There wasn’t nearly enough slickness to accommodate the wide girth of Al’s digit, but it didn’t really matter-it felt good, damn good, to have this at all, to know his Al was enjoying this, the sweet encouragements murmured in his soft voice.
“Oh…brother, when I’m whole again, I want you to do this to me. I want you to fuck me…” Al opens his eyes (insomuch as he can) to watch the gaping pucker convulsing around his thrusting finger, seemingly the only thing he can concentrate on, as Ed pulls on his cock rapidly, beyond sobbing and crying into the stained sheets as orgasm hits him like a bullet to the brain.
“That’s it…” Al whispers, holding him up gently as Ed pushes futilely into the air, seed spraying his stomach and chest as a pure note of pleasure uncurling from his clenched throat. An angry red flush pours through Ed’s sweat soaked skin, signaling utter completion, and Al sighs to himself as he gradually brings his finger to a stop, half listening to Ed swearing as he collapses onto the bed, rolling slightly into the dent created by Al’s left knee.
“That was so beautiful, brother…”
Ed only groans softly in response as Al pulls the leather glove away from his stretched hole, easily slipping the finger outside, watching it twitch for a few moments as his hand moves up to stroke Edward’s back.
“So beautiful…”
Panting harshly, one eye slit open against the glare the lights created, Ed reaches for Al with weakened arms, whimpering softly. For the moment there is no thought inside of the brilliant mind; no sadness or doubt or fear, and the older boy sighs happily, tears of completion still rolling down his cheeks as he is gathered into slightly warm metal arms.
“Al…”
Guilt rolls through him then, cutting the fascination in half, and leaving it withering in his chest. Ed’s golden eyes blinked slowly and sleepily, a sated kind of happiness floating through them, but the bruise stands out severely on his prominent cheekbone, already a deep purple, tinged with harsh yellows.
If Al had eyes he would have cried, just from the sheer trust in that gaze, even as the betrayal of it was shown baldly beneath, horrifying in its abruptness.
“Oh, brother, I’m so sorry…”
“It’s okay. Love you, Al. Its okay, Al, ‘kay?”
“It’s not…”
The utter dismay and fear in his tone causes Ed to sit up sharply, even as pleasure and pain echo in his bottom and groin faintly, blinking so he can clear his eyes and glare at his cringing brother. The utter shame that narrowed his eyes in the first place causes Ed to bite back the stinging words that want to erupt, and he deliberately lowers his voice as he reaches forward to lay his palm flat on Al’s chest plate.
“I broke your arm when we were four, because you got the last chocolate on May Day. I was wrong; to send your cat away…I know they make you feel better. Not so… so strange…”
There is a creak as Al turns his head down; studying his hands, one still covered in the drying, sticky strands of Ed’s seed… he shakes his head violently.
“There’s no justification in violence.”
“I hit you first.”
“But I hurt you.”
“Yeah, and, like I said earlier, I probably deserved it.” Shocked deadlight eyes snap up to meet glimmering ochre- glimmering with a smile, no trace of anger in them at all.
“God knows I deserve to be punched out, once in awhile…better you than somebody who does it for no reason, eh?”
“I’m sorry” Al whispers again, and Ed sighs as he pulls the empty suit towards him, holding the small red mark more than he does the barely quivering metal. Golden strands brush against Al’s helm as Ed leans forward, murmuring softly, “Its okay…”
He pressed kisses into steel, chilling his lips, sighing as Al awkwardly bunches the blankets that had been tossed at the end of the bed over them.
“I’m sorry…”
“I know. I forgive you.”
Al presses his jaw to Edward’s, the only kiss he can give while in this state, and Ed runs his palm over the soft, silky feather that tops his helmet, twirling it thoughtfully.
“Hey Al, did you really mean it?” Al looks almost offended as he sits up slightly, arm shifting from his side so he can sling it around a thin waist.
“Of course! I’m sorry! I said I-“
“No, I meant…well, you’d let me fuck you? When we get your body back?”
Ed starts to laugh as Al suddenly finds the ceiling very, very interesting to glare at, and he curses himself for his big, fat mouth.
“Damn it…”
But he has to admit, the sleepy, ringing peals of laughter falling from grinning lips, golden eyes slit and laughing with him, well… it makes up for his slip of tongue.
Just a little bit.
---------End.
SHY'S A/N: Inspiration comes in many, many forms. The inspiration that flows freely from cupped hands is blessed...and the inspiration that comes from smutty Armor!sex pictures provides even more detailed, and illustrious, inspiration. For Snapey-chan, she who co-wrote this and came up with the original idea, and one of my biggest inspirations to boot. (I'm just the smut girl, don't mind me) ^^;;