Fandom: FMA
Title: Coming To Terms

Pairings: Elricest, OC/Al

Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Incest, yaoi, lemon

Author's Notes: AU, OC

Word Count: 8,257
Status: Complete

Disclaimer: Not mine, too bad. Not mine, so sad.

Summary: "Well, well, well." Al looked nervously at Ed, who still leaned in the door to the hallway, looking almost… predatory.

Coming To Terms

Chapter 4

He stood on the curb until Sam and Jaxon drove away and vanished around the corner. Then with a sigh, he went back into the house.

"Well, well, well."

Al looked nervously at Ed, who still leaned in the door to the hallway, looking almost… predatory.

"What? Ok, so Sam and I…" He stammered.

"Yeah. So you've got a boyfriend now." Ed said, with deceptive softness.

Al opened his mouth to refute that, then changed his mind, his eyes brightening. "Yeah, I guess I do. Now… now you don't have to feel you must lie to me and say you want me. Now you don't need to worry that I'm pining away for you."

Ed straightened up slowly. As painful as the night's revelations had been for him, he was suddenly glad for them. There was no way he would let Al turn him away now. Now he could prove to him that he did want him. That he wasn't lying.

"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" He moved slowly, so slowly towards his brother.

"Ummm, yeah," Al felt strangely like he was being stalked. "So you see, everything's fine then. We're okay. You don't have to worry about me wanting you anymore…." Al began to back up. "Niisan… what… what are you doing?" With a bump, he found himself against the wall.

"What am I doing?" Ed stopped, less than a breath separating their bodies. "Wanting you, Al. That's what I'm doing."

"But, Niisan, I…I have a boyfriend. You're safe from me. My heart's not pining for you. You don't have to pretend…"

He jumped when Ed's hands landed on the wall on either side of his head. "That would work, Al, if I was pretending. But I'm not. I want you. I have for some time now. I was an idiot before. I had no idea… no idea what it was like to be loved like that by you."

"N…N…Niisan…" Al was trembling, confused and bewildered by Ed's fierce predatory attitude. "Sam…"

"I know you like him, Al. That's fine. But I love you. And you love me. And that's just fine with me. I've burned for you, Al, since the night we made love."

Al gasped when Ed suddenly pressed against him, pinning him between his brother's hard, obviously aroused body and the wall.

"Make no mistake, sweetheart," Ed continued, his face rising so that his lips were just a fraction of an inch from Al's, his breath hot and sweet over his younger brother's mouth, "we made love that night. You didn't molest me. You didn't abuse me. We… we made love… together. And it was glorious. I've wanted nothing more than to make love with you again."

"N…Niisan… what…"

"Shhh…" And Ed's lips made contact, lightly, softly, and Al whimpered. "Don't talk, love. Just feel. Just feel what I'm going to do to you. All. Night. Long."

Ed seized his brother, yanking him from the wall to force him even more tightly against his smaller but no less hard and aroused body. His hands gripped him, one tightly wound in Al's honey blond hair, angling his head for deep, wet, sloppy kisses, the other on his buttocks, kneading them and pinning their hips together, rubbing himself brazenly against his little brother.

Al was lost. With Ed's lips hot against his, his tongue wet and urgent in his mouth, his hands firmly on his body, and his cock thrusting against his hips, he was lost. All thoughts of rejection or refusal was ripped away by a hurricane force wind of desire and passion. He was vaguely aware of Ed pulling him along, pushing and shoving his clothes off, then a gasp when Ed's bed was somehow against the back of his bared knees, and he fell backwards onto all the blankets and quilts, quite naked.

Gasping and panting, he watched Ed looming over him, backlit by the hall light, almost tearing his own clothes off. Then Ed was on top of him, thrusting their cocks together, mouths fused, tongues twining and writhing in pleasure.

With a smothered oath, Ed ripped his mouth free, ducked his head, and began to kiss and lick Al's neck, eyes heavy with desire and pleasure to feel his little brother moaning and squirming helplessly under his body. He slowly worked his way down Al's body, making outrageous detours along the way. A hard long lick to Al's right nipple, and Al groaned. A gentle nip to Al's left one, and he leapt. A long broad lick down his clenching belly, to delve wetly into his navel. Al's belly hollowed out. Nails raked softly down the younger boy's inner thighs, and Al's legs fell open wider of their own volition.

Al's back arched hard, Ed's cold metal hand caressing and supporting that perfect beautiful curve when liquid fire engulfed his aching cock. Al's mind bent, fractured, and fell into a jangling tinkling pile, shifting on the relentless winds of pleasure. Ed, with no gag reflex to speak of, forced his brother's cock down his throat, burying his nose in the darker honeyed hair between Al's thighs. A high pure shriek was ripped from Al's throat as Ed swallowed, and Al's world exploded in white light, his very soul pumping relentlessly from the tingling tips of his fingers and toes, rushing from all extremities to a burning white hot rush into Ed's greedy mouth. It was endless, this obliterating ecstasy, and Al knew he would die of it. Then everything went black and he fell back limply onto Ed's blankets.

Humming with satisfaction, Ed sucked gently until there wasn't a drop to be had, then lifted his head. Al was slowly coming to, beautiful bronze eyes half open and utterly glazed, a magnificent blush covering that perfect body from head to toe, lips swollen and wet and parted in chest heaving pants. Shaking with need, Ed crawled up his brother's body, raking his hot swollen cock over Al's body as he went, darting his tongue into his brother's open mouth to lick the roof of Al's mouth. He kissed Al's neck, his mouth, his face, over and over again, until Al finally found his wits once more. Then he put his mouth against his brother's ear, and his words were hot and made Al's eyes cross.

"Now, brother-mine, either you can put yourself into my body, or I can put myself into yours, your choice, but one of us is getting fucked hard tonight."

And Al smiled slowly, wrapping his legs tightly around his brother's hips. "Is that so, Niisan? Then take me. Take me hard and deep. God, I've wanted this forever!"

When Ed stumbled into work at the unbelievably proper time he was supposed to, he was half asleep. He shambled past startled colleagues, his superior officer and into his cubicle, and collapsed limply in his chair. Even as his head thumped on his arms upon his desk, he grinned, knowing Al was in the same shape he was.

"Fullmetal… are… are you alright?"

Ed looked up weakly at Mustang, who stood in the opening, staring down at him in concern. "Oh, yeah, I'm quite alright."

"You look like you… did something happen to you?" Mustang reached down to touch Ed's forehead. The boy looked sick.

"Heh, you could say that. Stop. I'm fine. What the hell are you doing anyway?" He batted feebly at Mustang's hand.

"Checking for fever. You're flushed, you're eyes are too bright, and you walk like you have a corncob shoved up your ass."

To Mustang's amazement, Ed giggled. "Really. Heh. I see." He instinctively hunched, afraid the high collar of his jacket didn't hide the love bites all over his neck. "Well, I'm not sick, so put your mind to rest."

"Are you drunk?" He gripped Ed's chin in remorseless fingers, tilting his head up to peer into his face. "And what the hell happened to your mouth?"

Ed slapped his hand away. "Shit, Mustang. I thought you knew everything I did. But you're dense as a brick today. I have been well and truly fucked, is that what you want to hear? Fine I said it. I've been fucked so hard, my eyes have crossed. Fucked so long I can barely walk. Fucked so well, I can't wait to go home and do it all over again." He leaned back in his chair, stretched his arms back and over his head in a bone popping stretch, head thrown back to reveal red marks on his throat and neck. Then he heaved a contented sigh and relaxed into his chair, peering up at Mustang in smug satisfaction. "What, nothing to say?"

"I see. You and Al…" Mustang was thoughtful.

"Oh yes. Finally! Damn that boy has a will of iron. I've been trying to seduce him for months. Well, I got tired of that, so I just threw him down and had my wicked way with him."

Mustang sat suddenly on the edge of Ed's desk. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't you in tears because his love for you scared you?" Obviously much had been going on that he'd overlooked.

"Heh. Yeah, stupid of me. But I can tell you, no more than a day went past after our talk that I didn't regret feeling that way, and having Al know. I tried to bed him, you know, for his sake, but he wouldn't have anything to do with that. Not that I blamed him. Things were pretty bad for us for a long time. Then he came home drunk one night, and started kissing me. Didn't know what he was doing, of course. But… I realized that it felt good. Very good. Fucking good. And when he took me to bed, it was… Shit. I can't describe it. I'd had no idea being touched by Al could feel that way. Damn." Ed paused to look awed, and Mustang couldn't help but flush slightly at the look in the boy's eyes. "After that, god, how I wanted him. But he was… horrified. Thought he'd abused me. Thought I was just putting a brave face on things, as he said. He cried and told me he was sorry, wouldn't touch me again. And damn, he wasn't lying. He avoided me, he was already sleeping on the couch, would jump if I so much as brushed by him and run away. I was… frustrated to say the least. Started spending a lot of time in the bathroom, making love to my hand. I was always hard around him, always wanting, always burning. Cause I now knew, you see? I knew what his mouth tasted like. I knew what his hands felt like on my body. I knew what his cock felt like rubbing against me, knew what his come tasted like. And I wanted more, more, more! And the damn angsting bastard wouldn't give me any."

Ed looked so disgruntled; Mustang gave a bark of laughter. "That's rich, coming from you."

"No shit. Angst is my shtick. Not, Al's. Besides, there's nothing to angst about. I wanted my brother the same way he wanted me. So I'd been a little scared, which in retrospect, seems ridiculous. I've never been scared of anything before. Well… only the idea of losing Al, but that's pretty much it. And Al didn't want to leave me, he wanted to love me. Anyway, I'd been kicking myself for a long time for fucking up something so… wonderful. Beautiful. Mustang, I just can't describe what Al makes me feel. And God, I love him more now than I ever did before." Ed gave a soft rapturous sigh, making Mustang blink. The boy really did have it bad for his brother. "Well, Saturday night, something happened to change everything. I'm not going to tell you what, so don't bother to ask. But it gave me the leverage I needed to make Al understand I did love him. I did want him. Which isn't to say he still didn't resist. Heh, Al's an Elric alright, how we love our guilt. He put up one hell of a fight, and certainly didn't go down easy. I finally just threw him into my bed, tore his clothes off, and fucked him silly." A deep satisfied sigh. "And it was even better than I remembered. I'd given him the choice, that night, you see. He could fuck me, or I could fuck him, but someone was getting fucked that night. Well, he chose me. We didn't get much sleep that night. After that, we took turns. And damn, love with Al just keeps getting better and better. Well, as it worked out, it was my turn this morning."

Ed gave a massive yawn. "I hope I've properly fed your curiosity, because I gotta be honest with you, boss. I'm beat to shit, I hurt all over, and I'm so tired I could sleep on a bed of nails. I'm just gonna lay my head down, right here, and take a nap. Don't fuss at me, because I've gotten more than my share of work done recently, and I promise I won't make a habit of this."

Mustang sighed. "No, you can't sleep at your desk, it's bad for morale. Come with me." And despite Ed's protests, he grabbed the boy's arm, drug him past his silent, staring colleagues, who'd heard every word, and into his office, where he balled up Ed's red coat, shoved the boy down onto the couch, and covered him with his own coat. "Get some sleep. You're useless to me like this."

So Ed snuggled happily down and was soon snoring away, while Mustang bent his head to his work, lips twitching with amusement. Honestly, after Ed's tears so long ago in his office, this was the last result he'd expected. But Ed was so… open and shamelessly pleased with the way things had turned out, that all's well that ended well, and now all he had to do was get Al to relax around him so they could be one big happy family again.

"Do you think Mustang's going to discipline Ed for… for…" Breda's face went blank.

"Incest?" Havoc supplied helpfully. "No. He's the apple of the Fuhrer's eye. Besides, those two boys…" Havoc fell silent a moment, thinking. "They've been through enough. If they love each other that way, and want to be together, more power to them. Personally, I'm not surprised. Those two were always a little too close to be normal. And if they're happy? Hey, it's all good."

Owari