Inspired by Scionis's Icon, I offer Masturbating!Armor!Al
This one is for you, scionis. I'm not saying it's good, because it isn't. It's actually really really bad, but your icon
dared me to.
I'm really tired and I hurt, don't be expecting quality out of me.
TITLE: Just Washing My Hands
PAIRING: Armor!Al in a manage a moi.
RATING: R
WARNING: Crack. Masturbating!Armor!Al. Spoilers for oh, later episodes.
AUTHORS NOTE: Don't say you haven't been warned.
Al didn't have hormones, but he was curious. Curious and brilliant, and a very good researcher, with a sharp mind and an innate ability to memorize pretty much every scrap of alchemy he'd ever come across, including some rather strange esoteric diagrams from Xing that had made his brother blush.
Al was curious, and well read, and lately he was also a Philosopher's Stone. And so it came to be that he had motive, means and opportunity to do something his brother would never approve of.
Thank goodness Ed wasn't around at the moment.
He drew the array on the segmented plates under his loin cloth, not so much because it had to be drawn there, but simply because that's traditionally where the part would be, if he had a part. And there was a certain practicality to putting it there as well. Should Winry or worse Ed barge into the bathroom at this moment, he could simply let the flap of his loincloth fall, and hide the evidence.
But to make double sure he wasn't caught, he locked the door.
He'd just tell brother that he was washing his hands. Yeah.
He touched the alchemy circle and it lit brilliantly for a moment. Then watched as a strange fleshy protuberance grew incongruently out of his armor plating. Honestly, it looked kind of gross. Wrinkly, and brown and just a bit hairy. He remembered his own as being smaller and rather more cute. He vaguely wondered whose part he had, then decided that really wasn't a good thing to be wondering.
He tentatively touched and gasped. It had been a long, long, long time since he'd felt that. Yeah. It felt good. Really, really good.
The thing changed shape as if by magic, growing larger and firmer and decidedly more attractive. He continued to stroke it, but the pleasure was starting to get a bit mixed with a rather hot chafing sort of feel. What he needed was something to make his glove more slippery. Soap. Soap would do.
Just washing my hands, brother. Just washing my hands.
Washing this not-so-little thing, too. Getting it clean. Who knows where it's been, you know. Mmmm!
Is this what Brother felt when he touched himself? If so, he could understand why Ed spent so much time in the bathroom.
It felt even better when Al thought about Ed spending time in the bathroom. And for that matter when he thought of Ed first thing in the morning, waking up with his thing sticking up. And Ed, scratching himself in private areas. Yeah, that was a nice thought too. Oooh and the way Ed ate things like sausages - like he had no gag reflex and he was part anaconda.
Brother, mmm, brother, brother, brother, aaaah, BROTHER!
The thing gooped all over his glove. Well, that was kind of yucky. And now that it had done its thing, it was going soft and squishy again. What was he going to do with it? Best get rid of it for now. He could always make it again.
Time to wash his hands again. Yep, that's why he was in the bathroom.
dared me to.
I'm really tired and I hurt, don't be expecting quality out of me.
TITLE: Just Washing My Hands
PAIRING: Armor!Al in a manage a moi.
RATING: R
WARNING: Crack. Masturbating!Armor!Al. Spoilers for oh, later episodes.
AUTHORS NOTE: Don't say you haven't been warned.
Al didn't have hormones, but he was curious. Curious and brilliant, and a very good researcher, with a sharp mind and an innate ability to memorize pretty much every scrap of alchemy he'd ever come across, including some rather strange esoteric diagrams from Xing that had made his brother blush.
Al was curious, and well read, and lately he was also a Philosopher's Stone. And so it came to be that he had motive, means and opportunity to do something his brother would never approve of.
Thank goodness Ed wasn't around at the moment.
He drew the array on the segmented plates under his loin cloth, not so much because it had to be drawn there, but simply because that's traditionally where the part would be, if he had a part. And there was a certain practicality to putting it there as well. Should Winry or worse Ed barge into the bathroom at this moment, he could simply let the flap of his loincloth fall, and hide the evidence.
But to make double sure he wasn't caught, he locked the door.
He'd just tell brother that he was washing his hands. Yeah.
He touched the alchemy circle and it lit brilliantly for a moment. Then watched as a strange fleshy protuberance grew incongruently out of his armor plating. Honestly, it looked kind of gross. Wrinkly, and brown and just a bit hairy. He remembered his own as being smaller and rather more cute. He vaguely wondered whose part he had, then decided that really wasn't a good thing to be wondering.
He tentatively touched and gasped. It had been a long, long, long time since he'd felt that. Yeah. It felt good. Really, really good.
The thing changed shape as if by magic, growing larger and firmer and decidedly more attractive. He continued to stroke it, but the pleasure was starting to get a bit mixed with a rather hot chafing sort of feel. What he needed was something to make his glove more slippery. Soap. Soap would do.
Just washing my hands, brother. Just washing my hands.
Washing this not-so-little thing, too. Getting it clean. Who knows where it's been, you know. Mmmm!
Is this what Brother felt when he touched himself? If so, he could understand why Ed spent so much time in the bathroom.
It felt even better when Al thought about Ed spending time in the bathroom. And for that matter when he thought of Ed first thing in the morning, waking up with his thing sticking up. And Ed, scratching himself in private areas. Yeah, that was a nice thought too. Oooh and the way Ed ate things like sausages - like he had no gag reflex and he was part anaconda.
Brother, mmm, brother, brother, brother, aaaah, BROTHER!
The thing gooped all over his glove. Well, that was kind of yucky. And now that it had done its thing, it was going soft and squishy again. What was he going to do with it? Best get rid of it for now. He could always make it again.
Time to wash his hands again. Yep, that's why he was in the bathroom.