Fandom: FMA
Title: Miraculous Intervention
Pairings: Elricest, one sided Roy/Ed and Jean/Al
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Incest, Angst, Non Con, Yaoi, Lemons

Author's Notes: AU, OC

Word Count: 14,055
Status: Complete

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

Summary: And if Jack, Ed's boyfriend, bore a striking resemblance to Al, well, that was just a coincidence, right?

Miraculous Intervention

Chapter 7

It was a difficult, complicated dance that led them to Ed's bedroom. They couldn't stop touching each other, couldn't stop the hot wet and urgent kisses, couldn't stop the trembling of their hands as they clumsily stripped off each others clothes while feet stumbled because they kept trying to rub against each other.

They were finally naked by the time they made it into Ed's room and fell onto the bed, Al on top. The younger boy clumsily laid a line of wet kisses across Ed's chest and up his neck, and Ed could swear that Al was purring. Ed treasured the sweet inexperienced kisses and caresses with an aching heart. He was so grateful that their secrets had been revealed to each other so that Al's first kiss, his first erotic caress, and his first shared orgasm would be with him. The realization that he'd almost forced Al to give them to someone else made him shudder.

Then Al's lips locked onto his and the eager wet thrust of his brother's tongue into his mouth obliterated that last unsavory line of thought. Al dropped his hips, dragging his younger, slightly smaller, but no less hot or hard erection across Ed's.

"Your mouth…" Ed gasped when Al broke the kiss to whimper in pleasure in his ear, "it's… so sweet… I didn't know… it could taste… like that… Al... fuck…" Ed's mind was blown. He'd kissed many men, and licked the flesh of just as many, but none of them had tasted like Al did, with a sweet, almost buttery flavor, lightly spiced with salt; rich and savory, and so damn good he could feast upon him forever. And he knew he had to taste something else. Right now. Or else he would die.

He rolled over, pulling Al under his body, and gave him one last hard kiss. Then he scooted down to put his head between his brother's shivering thighs. And smelled Al's arousal for the first time. It exploded into his brain like a potent drug and he was instantly addicted. He licked Al's painfully swollen cock with an aggressive tongue, quickly laving him from leaking crown to swollen balls, leaving him wet and glistening. Al squealed in surprised pleasure, shuddering from the sensation, his hands falling to slide through Ed's unbound hair. Ed found the taste of moisture at the tip so delicious. And he knew it was merely a shadow of the glory that Al's climax would be. And he had to have that climax; right now. Nothing else would do. With a soft growl, Ed engulfed Al, all at once, all the way, burying his finely modeled nose in his brother's silky fur. Swallowing firmly, he reveled in Al's cry of astonishment as sensation screamed through his brother's body. Fingers tightened deliciously in his hair. Keeping his throat closed, Ed dragged him slowly back out, flattened tongue rasping erotically along the bottom of his shaft, until just the head remained within his heated mouth. Ed shoved the foreskin out of the way with experienced lips, ran his stiffened tongue around the sensitive rim, then laved the pulsing cap firmly as he sucked hard.

Al exploded violently into orgasm. And it was the most beautiful thing Ed had ever experienced. Al arched off the bed, his back a perfect curve that Ed ran his hands along with reverent appreciation, taut as a bow sting, his silky throat exposed, slim thighs trembling tensely against his cheeks, and a high, sweet unfettered shriek of ecstasy bursting from his pale pink lips. He came in a shivering rush, filling Ed's eager mouth with the sweetest cream he'd ever tasted. As he greedily drank his fill of his brother's pleasure, Ed hazily wondered how he had tasted the semen of so many men, and found it harsh and bitter each and every time, yet Al's was ambrosia on his tongue. Even after Al's cry quavered away into a helpless moan, and the boy collapsed limply into the bed, Ed gently sucked for more. Not until Al was utterly spent did he let his brother slip from his mouth.

Ed slowly sat up between Al's spread legs, loving the sight of his brother bonelessly tangled in his quilts and blankets and sheets, face flushed and eyes dreamy. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," Ed whispered in awe. He leaned forward and laid his cheek upon Al's flat belly and felt gentle fingers sifting through his hair once more.

"I love you, Niisan," Al said tenderly.

Ed's breath hitched in his throat, and he turned his head slightly and kissed the silky smooth skin under his lips. "Al… thank you."

"For what?" Fingers left his hair to stoke the sides of his face lovingly.

"For the miracle of loving me that way I do you."

"How could I not?" And before Ed could reply to that, he gave a soft satisfied sigh and tugged once more on Ed's golden hair. "Niisan, come here." But Ed just kissed his stomach again, got up and left the bedroom.

Al was nervous. Ed hadn't come. What if… what if he only did this to please him, as he'd been so afraid all along? What if even now he was getting ready to go back to Murphy's to find yet another look-alike to spill his seed in? It didn't bear thinking about. He got up shakily, pleasurable aftershocks still echoing through his body, and followed his brother into the living room. "Niisan, come back to bed. Let me love you now." He swallowed hard to see Ed with his coat in hand. "You… you're not still going out, are you?" He could help the squeak of dismay that escaped his throat.

Ed shook his head, tossing something in his hand, and dropped the coat back onto the couch. "No, I'm not. I'm never going back there again, Al."

Al watched his brother move towards him in all his naked glory; tangled gold hair and glittering eyes, tawny flesh and gleaming metal, his arousal bobbing heavily between his thighs as he walked. A thousand butterflies exploded into Al's belly and he felt his groin start to tingle again. Then Ed was cupping his face in a strong hand, kissing him slowly and intimately, the hot moist tip of his brother's cock dancing slickly across his own slowly reawakening organ.

"You're mine now, Al," Ed said huskily, and paused to nip an earlobe, "all mine. Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to suck. And mine to fuck. All of you. All mine." There was a gloating satisfaction behind the passion roughened voice that thrilled Al to his toes, weakened his knees and fired his blood all over again.

"Yes," he whimpered softly, leaning helplessly against Ed. "Always was… always will be… forever."

"Come back to bed, Al," Ed said softly, sweeping him up into his arms. "I'm not done with you yet. Hell, I never will be." He carried his brother back into the bedroom. He playfully tossed Al back onto the bed amid delighted giggles and crawled on as well, climbing on his knees between Al's legs, resting his hands on his brother's bent knees. "I want you. I need you. Let me have you, please…" Ed begged softly, fingers stroking the soft skin under his hands.

Al pushed himself up on his elbows and regarded his brother through sultry half closed eyes. "Then take me, Niisan. I've wanted you inside me forever."

Ed shuddered, gripped Al's thighs and pulled him closer; lifting his legs to rest upon his own bent ones. Al gave a soft laugh when his elbows slipped out from under him, and tilted his hips in invitation. His breath was coming quick and he had recovered his youthful vigor completely, his cock quivering like a tuning fork. "Will it be deep, Niisan?" His eager voice was as thick and rich as butterscotch.

Ed's fingers trembled on the little jar he'd taken from his coat. "Fuck, yeah," he growled, falling forward on his automail hand to kiss Al wildly for a moment. "As deep as I can possibly get."

"Good," Al breathed softly, his hands falling down his sides to cup his rear and spread himself wide for his brother's pleasure, eyes glittering with eager anticipation.

"Fuck…." Ed groaned, his hand slipping between Al's legs, fingers thick with gel, and he began to caress that tight virgin ring of muscle nestled between his brother's downy cheeks. He heard Al whimper softly, that pink rosebud twitching under his gentle fingers. Ed softly probed with a fingertip, then lightly circled. Al gave a breathless laugh, then groaned when Ed probed again, more deeply this time. To Ed's gratified surprise, Al was experiencing no pain, as he was slowly drilled by his brother's finger. HE squirmed and sighed and moaned, opening for his brother's invasion. One finger became two, then became three, and Al panted and gasped and begged for more. Ed couldn't help but remember the blood and pain of his first time, and wistfully wished that he hadn't been so afraid and wary, that he'd given his virginity to Al. But what was passed was in the past, and right now he had his brother wrapped around his fingers, thrusting into his snug slick heat with long languid strokes.

"Enough, Niisan," Al half growled half wailed, hips wiggling impatiently. "Take me. I need it. Please!"

Ed groaned and slid closer, removing sticky fingers to lift Al's hips slightly more. He lined himself up, and Al was probed again, this time by a larger, harder object. "Al, love, tell me… tell me if I hurt you…" Ed's voice was shaking. He eased in, feeling the heat of Al's body slowly enveloping him, waiting for the resistance he knew would follow. But it didn't. There was a pleasurable pop, and he was inside, and groaning, frozen in place to keep from thrusting hard and deep and hurting his brother.

"More…" Al moaned, letting go of his rump and pushing down on the bed, legs locking around Ed's waist and jerking him closer. Ed, overbalanced, leaned forward, and slid in all the way to the hilt. The sensation was indescribably pleasurable, dark heat surrounding his swollen flesh, the slick lining of Al's body pulsing softly around him, and then Al flexed, and Ed almost screamed in pleasure. "Ah, god!" Al's voice was agonized, and Ed tried to pull away, but he couldn't. Al's back arched and he slithered in a fraction more, as impossible as that seemed.

His mind screamed at him to pull out, he was hurting Al, but looking down at his brother's face, all flushed and glassy eyed, mouth parted and panting and gasping, a rosy flush suffusing his whole body. Al's cock was impossibly hard, twitching, leaking freely, and throbbing in time to the boy's racing heartbeat. Al moaned again, just as agonizingly, and Ed realized it wasn't pain in his voice, but an all consuming, excruciating pleasure. Just seeing his brother wrapped around his body lost in mindbending ecstasy was too much for Ed. He drew back, even as his own cock began to twitch and throb, and then drove home again. Al's voice rose higher, hands reaching blindly, and Ed caught them, pulling Al into a sitting position so that he could wrap his arms around his little brother, kiss him wetly and began to thrust wildly. And then Ed was lost to mindless motion, dark pleasure, wet heat, crushing pressure, and the unimaginably intense sensation of sliding in and out of Al's body. He dimly heard Al's voice, high, beautiful, pure, felt a wet heat spattering his chest and neck, his brother's body clenching violently around and against his. He gave one last frenzied thrust, burying himself to the root inside his brother, and froze there, feeling every throb, every flutter, every pulse of their joined bodies, and his own exploded into a million glittering fragments.

It was several moments before he pulled himself together enough to lift his head. He was still lying on top of Al, his softened member having slipped free during the stunned aftermath, and he looked down at his brother. Al's eyes were closed, head tilted back, an expression of sheer bliss on his face, and Ed's heart faltered. How did this come to pass, that he would be so favored to have Al this way, that his touch would make Al so happy, that his love would reduce Al to sweetly smiling, fragrantly sweaty, dreamy eyed bliss? How could such a dark and forbidden love feel so good, so right, and be so miraculously returned in equal intensity?

Al was completely enervated. He could barely move. He sensed, more than saw, Ed looking down at him. His brother was still lying on him, and Al didn't want him to move. With great effort, he reached up and pulled Ed's head back into the crook of his neck. "Don't move…" His voice was slurred with sleep. "Stay… right here… Love you…" And the warm comforting weight of his brother's body on his was more than he could take, and he slipped away into a deep slumber.

The noise of chirping birds finally woke Al, who felt relaxed and satisfied like never before, a deep vein of unspeakable happiness running through him despite a vague and somehow comfortable soreness in his rear. He was warm, almost too warm, for the blankets over his body were thick and heavy, unlike his own light bedspread. His eyes fluttered open slowly, to find himself in a room that was not his own. He blinked, and Ed's desk swam into focus. Ed's desk? Behind him, Ed gave a soft snuffling sigh, threw his arm around his waist, then lapsed back into gentle snoring. The memory of last night slammed into him like a freight train: hot wet kisses, mindless passion, and excruciating pleasure. Al's body immediately exploded into heat. They were lovers! Ed had shown him passion he'd only fantasized about and the reality had far surpassed his feeble inexperienced dreams.

Hesitantly, he reached down, lightly laid his hand over Ed's and laced their fingers together. A moment later, he felt his brother's fingers tighten gently around his, and a moist kiss was planted on the nape of his neck. Al shivered softly.

"Al?" Ed whispered, such a small word and so filled with anxious questions. Do you really love me? Did I go too far? Are you sorry? Can we do it again?

Al squirmed around and swarmed against his brother's naked body, finding him already completely aroused and ready. He rubbed his aching shaft against Ed's, rewarded by his brother's soft hiss through suddenly clenched teeth, and pulled Ed's mouth to his for a wet, greedy, sloppy, wonderful kiss. "Niisan," he breathed softly, letting his actions answer the unspoken questions and asking the last himself "can we do it again?"

Ed smiled, and pushed his brother onto his back. "Fuck yeah, we can. Whenever you want."

Owari!