Happy Valentines day CoE.
Some of you saw this yesterday.
TITLE: The Last Temptation of Al.
Al looked up from cleaning the altar. Late sun spilled in from the stain glass windows, across the pews and dais stairs. For a moment he could only see the figure as a silhouette against the dusty light, walking confidently down the aisle.
"Brother?"
No he was too tall. The stranger stepped into a pool of crimson colored light, and Al clearly noted the features of Roy Mustang.
Mustang let his eyes roam lazily over the church. "This is quite a set up you have here. I wondered what you boys have been so busy with."
Al felt his stomach burn. "You aren't welcome here. My brother told me to tell you to go to hell if you came in here."
Mustang seemed unperturbed by this. He continued advancing forward, stepping lightly up the broad steps to the alter itself. "Padded, eh?" he drawled, running his hand over the cushioned surface. "Not exactly conventional as far as these things go."
"It's more comfortable for the Lord," explained Al. "He got bruises before we put the padding in."
"Yes. Your worship is rather unconventional either."
"Listen, " said Al, his eyes flashing. "Ed is the LORD. You'd do well to not to piss him off."
"Lord," said Mustang disbelieving. "Surely you don't believe that. He's no more a God, Alphonse, than I am."
Al was suddenly aware of just how close Mustang was. And how good he smelled. And the way his muscles played under that very tight shirt he was wearing… Al stiffened.
No, no, no. He would not give in to temptation. Mustang was a heretic. Clearly there to tempt Al away from the path of righteousness, and piss Brother off.
"Honestly," Mustang purred. "You don't need to worship your brother. I can take you to heaven, no groveling involved." And with that he put his hands up under Al's armpits and hoisted him onto the altar.
"Eeep!" said Al. "Don't think you can tempt me you… you… tempter!"
Mustang was already lifting up the long hem of Al's robes.
"I take it undergarments are not allowed in your religion?" he asked, derisively.
"The LORD my Brother likes me to be ready to service him when the he calls. He's rather impatient." Al gasped at his unrighteous comment and covered his mouth.
Mustang's hands were running up the length of Al's, legs, parting his thighs. "It's rather convenient for me."
Al attempted to slap the hands away, but oh they did feel rather good, and Ed wasn't here at the moment. "You -" he gasped, "Shouldn't be - ah - doing, oh my, that!" said Al.
"Doing what?" asked Mustang innocently. His hands found Al's cock and began lazily pumping it.
"Brother will be-ah - PISSED if I -- oh god that feels good."
Mustang chuckled. "Don't worry, Ed's rather busy right now. I just dumped three boxes worth of paperwork on him. I doubt he'll be making a church appearance any time soon."
Al opened his eyes and stared with horror! "You are tempting me! You are trying to woo me away from my God, well it's not going to work!" Al grabbed Mustang's hand and pushed it away from his indeed sorely tempted crotch.
He pushed Al back until he lay across the altar, much the way the LORD frequently did during the start of services. Mustang entwined Al's fingers with his own and leaned down between his bent knees. Mustangs next argument came from his mouth but it had no words.
"Oh, oh GOD," said Al, momentarily forgetting who he was with. "Oh God that's good. That's fantastic."
Mustang released Al's hands, but the high priest but he was too far gone to care. He noticed nothing but the persistent warm sucking on his rigid cock. That is until he felt the first poke.
"Yes brother," said Al. "Oh yes. Take your most loyal servant. Show me your love!"
Ed's hands pushed his hips to the edge of the altar, and pulled his knees back towards his shoulders. Al smelled the alter oil's sweetness, and felt it liberally slicking his ass. Ed was being a lot slower this time, Al thought hazily. Usually he didn't have the patience for a slow decadent stretching… but oh not worth thinking about when it felt this good.
Soon enough the Lord was pumping into his body, invading Al's senses, showing him paradise. Al wanted to open his eyes and look into Ed's golden glowing face, but for some reason he dared not. Oh, he was coming, yes, Lord, the gates of heaven had opened and he'd ARRIVED.
"I really ought to give Ed paperwork more often," came a voice that utterly dashed Al's fantasy. Al looked up and saw the Defiler pulling away with a look of utter satisfaction on his face. "You are beautiful."
"You corrupted me," said Al angrily, pushing down his soiled robes.
"Oh, you wanted to be corrupted," said Mustang, zipping up. "You really shouldn't take this brother worship so seriously, you know."
Blasphemy! Al was horrified in himself, but there was nothing to do about it now.
When Ed got back from all that paperwork, Al would have to go down on his knees and prove his devotion to his Lord. Yes repeatedly. Until Ed forgave him.
TITLE: The Last Temptation of Al.
Al looked up from cleaning the altar. Late sun spilled in from the stain glass windows, across the pews and dais stairs. For a moment he could only see the figure as a silhouette against the dusty light, walking confidently down the aisle.
"Brother?"
No he was too tall. The stranger stepped into a pool of crimson colored light, and Al clearly noted the features of Roy Mustang.
Mustang let his eyes roam lazily over the church. "This is quite a set up you have here. I wondered what you boys have been so busy with."
Al felt his stomach burn. "You aren't welcome here. My brother told me to tell you to go to hell if you came in here."
Mustang seemed unperturbed by this. He continued advancing forward, stepping lightly up the broad steps to the alter itself. "Padded, eh?" he drawled, running his hand over the cushioned surface. "Not exactly conventional as far as these things go."
"It's more comfortable for the Lord," explained Al. "He got bruises before we put the padding in."
"Yes. Your worship is rather unconventional either."
"Listen, " said Al, his eyes flashing. "Ed is the LORD. You'd do well to not to piss him off."
"Lord," said Mustang disbelieving. "Surely you don't believe that. He's no more a God, Alphonse, than I am."
Al was suddenly aware of just how close Mustang was. And how good he smelled. And the way his muscles played under that very tight shirt he was wearing… Al stiffened.
No, no, no. He would not give in to temptation. Mustang was a heretic. Clearly there to tempt Al away from the path of righteousness, and piss Brother off.
"Honestly," Mustang purred. "You don't need to worship your brother. I can take you to heaven, no groveling involved." And with that he put his hands up under Al's armpits and hoisted him onto the altar.
"Eeep!" said Al. "Don't think you can tempt me you… you… tempter!"
Mustang was already lifting up the long hem of Al's robes.
"I take it undergarments are not allowed in your religion?" he asked, derisively.
"The LORD my Brother likes me to be ready to service him when the he calls. He's rather impatient." Al gasped at his unrighteous comment and covered his mouth.
Mustang's hands were running up the length of Al's, legs, parting his thighs. "It's rather convenient for me."
Al attempted to slap the hands away, but oh they did feel rather good, and Ed wasn't here at the moment. "You -" he gasped, "Shouldn't be - ah - doing, oh my, that!" said Al.
"Doing what?" asked Mustang innocently. His hands found Al's cock and began lazily pumping it.
"Brother will be-ah - PISSED if I -- oh god that feels good."
Mustang chuckled. "Don't worry, Ed's rather busy right now. I just dumped three boxes worth of paperwork on him. I doubt he'll be making a church appearance any time soon."
Al opened his eyes and stared with horror! "You are tempting me! You are trying to woo me away from my God, well it's not going to work!" Al grabbed Mustang's hand and pushed it away from his indeed sorely tempted crotch.
He pushed Al back until he lay across the altar, much the way the LORD frequently did during the start of services. Mustang entwined Al's fingers with his own and leaned down between his bent knees. Mustangs next argument came from his mouth but it had no words.
"Oh, oh GOD," said Al, momentarily forgetting who he was with. "Oh God that's good. That's fantastic."
Mustang released Al's hands, but the high priest but he was too far gone to care. He noticed nothing but the persistent warm sucking on his rigid cock. That is until he felt the first poke.
"Yes brother," said Al. "Oh yes. Take your most loyal servant. Show me your love!"
Ed's hands pushed his hips to the edge of the altar, and pulled his knees back towards his shoulders. Al smelled the alter oil's sweetness, and felt it liberally slicking his ass. Ed was being a lot slower this time, Al thought hazily. Usually he didn't have the patience for a slow decadent stretching… but oh not worth thinking about when it felt this good.
Soon enough the Lord was pumping into his body, invading Al's senses, showing him paradise. Al wanted to open his eyes and look into Ed's golden glowing face, but for some reason he dared not. Oh, he was coming, yes, Lord, the gates of heaven had opened and he'd ARRIVED.
"I really ought to give Ed paperwork more often," came a voice that utterly dashed Al's fantasy. Al looked up and saw the Defiler pulling away with a look of utter satisfaction on his face. "You are beautiful."
"You corrupted me," said Al angrily, pushing down his soiled robes.
"Oh, you wanted to be corrupted," said Mustang, zipping up. "You really shouldn't take this brother worship so seriously, you know."
Blasphemy! Al was horrified in himself, but there was nothing to do about it now.
When Ed got back from all that paperwork, Al would have to go down on his knees and prove his devotion to his Lord. Yes repeatedly. Until Ed forgave him.