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"Brother…" Alphonse moaned. His brother's hands began to roam his pale unweathered vesture. Al was sweating, his breath hitched at every stroke, every tentative touch…

Al's eyes popped open as he sat up in bed. He looked over to his side looking for his brother, but found he was not present. He let out a discerning sigh as he felt moisture trickle down his

forehead and nightshirt and his… Al reached under the covers and daintily touched his thighs. They were moist and sticky.

Al blushed with embarrassment, the illustrious kiss of the night concealing his shy face. It was all just a dream… It was true. Ever since Al had gotten his body back and started going

through puberty… he was starting to recognize his feelings for his brother as more than just brotherly love.

He found himself day dreaming (and just plain dreaming) about Ed, sighing out of discontent when he wasn't around. He felt a rough tug on his heartstrings whenever his brother would

envelope him in a tight hug and call out his name.

"I never want to loose you… not again, Alphonse. I love you." He would snuggle into the nook of his brothers neck, "I love you to, brother. I'll never leave".

He gripped his pillow missing the warm pulse of his skin, the cold soothe of his auto mail arm… But he could never tell Ed. Not in a million years. That would be terrible!

What is brother doesn't love me back? Not like that, anyways. Oh dear, I can't keep doing this! Whenever I think about brother, it feels like there is a hundred butterflies fluttering

around in my tummy, and like someone is sitting on my heart. I am always missing his touch… oh brother! I want you here right now! I want to hug you and kiss you and never let you

go! You mean everything to me… nii-san…

With tears gently disgorging themselves from Al's swollen eyes, he silently cried himself back into a deep disgruntled sleep.

Al awoke still to find a lack of his brother's presence in their bed. Why he thought Ed would be there in the first place, he did not know.

He lay on his back and began lazily counting the cracks in the ceiling and the morning sunlight peaked through the window and dappled the floor in an intricate labyrinth. Al knew he had

to get up, that his brother would be waiting for him in the kitchen for breakfast… brother… Al gently closed his eyes.

As the familiar blackness enveloped him, he pieced together bits and pieces of his brother, generating the figure flickering beneath the slack lids. His face was tanned and slender, his hair

a deep blonde like the sun, or like gold, his eyes mimicking them. He imagined the scar that ran across Ed's chest, that painful memory flooding back… of Ed's death… He shook it from his

thoughts.

He did not notice that he was undressing Ed in his mind until he realized the imaginary figure was naked.

Al yelped in surprise at his own thought, but did not stow them. It was fascinating, and he had to look just a little longer. It wasn't wrong to do so, right? He stared at his brother's body,

making a clone of himself appear next to the figure.

Ed then started kissing Al firmly on the lips, like there was no tomorrow. Each chaste kiss brought a silent moan from the illusionary Al, as the real one was nearly doing the same. He

jolted his eyes open.

"Oh my goodness…!" he hushed quickly, noticing the surprising action in his pants those thoughts had brought about.

"Gah...ah…ah…" Al stuttered out, afraid and embarrassed. He swallowed what little pride he had, and stared at the obnoxious bulge. "Um, hello there." No response, as he had figured.

"Um, listen you, brother will be waiting for me at the table, so I need you to go down now please."

Still no response.

"Listen, I know it's my fault you are like this," he started, bringing his voice down to a whisper, "but I need you to go back down! If brother sees this, he will-" Al was briskly interrupted

as the door to his bedroom swung open and a cheerful Ed stepped inside.

"GOOD MORNING, ALPHONSE!" Al's eyes grew wide. "Eeep!" He yelped briefly at the intrusion, quickly covering his arousal with the blanket again.

Ed sat by the side of the bed. Al gasped in horror. He wasn't wearing a shirt… Oh this was great. Just great. This wasn't going to help his problem at all! "Al, you'll never believe it, I got

the week off!"

Ed started talking while Al noticed the thin sheets didn't do the most terrific job at covering him, so he was scrambling for pillows to stifle the embarrassment below layers of fluff. "Oh,

uh, uh- that interesting brother. Why- uh, why is that?" He utterly failed at mimicking a calm composure.

"Well Al, a drunk driver plowed his carriage into the office, and renovations won't be done for at least a week. We can spend more time together this way!" Al blushed, still fidgeting with

the pillow he had managed to swipe.

"Uh… brother?" Ed opened his grinning eyes and looked at him. "Yes, Al?" Al ran his eyes quickly up and down Ed bare chest. This, by the way, only succeeded in making him harder,

causing him to let out another soft yelp of discomfort.

"Why are you not wearing a shirt?" Ed gave his brother a blank puzzled look. Then burst out laughing. Al didn't see what was quite so funny. "You're the best brother. Here I am, telling

you- and all you care about- ah, never mind. We're brothers Al, and this is our home. I don't need to be fully clothed all the time! Come on, you slept in, so I made us breakfast!" Ed

certainly was cheery this morning. Uh oh. Ed grabbed Al's fisted hand and began to coax him out of bed with gentle tugs.

"Ahh..! Uh, no, wait brother! Hold on I need to uh, get dressed!" Al was pulled to his feet, still clutching the sheets and pillow over his groin. "Aw, come on Al, I know ya sleep in boxers.

We're family here, it's okay! Come on now, I have a surprise for you."

Al was dragged out of bed against his will, still struggling to grasp free from his brothers maniacal grip.

Al continued groaning in protest. With one final jerking motion, Al was torn from his oh so precious bedspread, and pulled into the kitchen. His brother was turned around, leading the

way, so he had yet to notice Al's proud little friend popping up to say hello.

This was so embarrassing! Once the kitchen was entered and the grip released, Al instantly turned to face the wall. "Ta da- wait," Ed turned around to show Al the surprise, when he

noticed something was off.

"Uh, Al?" Al paused a moment, and voice muffled by the wall, replied, "What is it brother?" Ed pouted slightly. "Come look at your surprise!" Al's thoughts were in a jumble. "Uh, I can

see it from here brother, and it's very nice! Thank you."

Ed rolled his eyes. Why was his brother acting so weird? "Al, why are you facing the wall?" A moment of silence passed. "No particular reason. Just felt like looking at our wall, that's all."

"Al."

"Yes?"

"Turn around."

"Uh, what exactly implies 'turning around'?"

"Al, come on! This is special! I want to show ya some thing, and I'm gonna show it to ya! So stop being a goof and turn around!" Al had to think fast. He took a step back, and in one

solid sweeping motion, turned around three hundred and sixty degrees. The motion was all a blur so nothing was to be seen, and within seconds he was facing the wall once again. "Al."

"Yes?"

"You're facing the wall again."

"I thought you wanted me to turn around? That's what I did, heh heh…"

"Stop fooling around, Al!" Al could sense the annoyed tone in Ed's voice and could tell that he was loosing patience, and was tired of playing what seemed to be Al's silly game.

Oh man, what am I going to DO? Maybe his erection wasn't that noticeable? He looked down. Nope. Defiantly noticeable. MORE than noticeable in fact, prominent. He sighed. This was

going to be awkward.

"Ed? You would never laugh at me, right? I mean, if I was being serious and all and I was real embarrassed and I didn't want you making fun, you wouldn't laugh, right?" Al couldn't see

his brothers face turn serious, but he could hear the change of tone in his voice. "Of course Al, what's wrong? Is something bothering you?" Al squeezed his eyes shut. "Promise you

wont laugh. Not at all. Not even one little squeak."

"Al, I promise."

Slow and unsure, Al slowly stepped around. He was staring at the floor and his face was severely reddened. Ed looked at his face. Then at his chest. Then at his… Oh my. A moment of

silence passed, what seemed like an eternity to the sweating anxious young boy. Ed let out a sigh of relief "That's what you were worried about? That's your problem?" He began to

chuckle. "Hey, you said you wouldn't laugh!" Well, at least Ed didn't notice that he was the one who caused it. "Al, do you remember waking up in the mornings when we were little?

Like, four or five?" Al shook his head. A grin spread across Ed's face.

"Those are normal Al, especially in the morning. In fact, when we were young we would get those all the time. We even use to look at each other's, sometimes even play with each

other's! It's nothing I haven't seen before." Al's face was stained a deep crimson. They did what? "Wha- what? But but- that's… what?" Al could hardly imagine having done that with

his brother! But a part of him wished he could remember… Ed continued to giggle.

Al, thoroughly embarrassed, put a hand over his moist eyes and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Ed stopped his laughter immediately. He let out a sigh. Why was Al

being so touchy this morning. He slowly walked up to the door. He reached up a loose hand and rapped on it. "Al?"

"Go away."

"Are you alright? Listen, I wasn't laughing at you, I was just relieved that something wasn't seriously wrong."

"You are lying, brother. I know you are."

"Al, I'm not lying. It's ok, I'll wait for you. Come out when you're ready to join me."

"Uh, brother?"

"Yes Al?"

"Um, how do I make it go away?"

"Uh," Ok, so this was just a little more awkward. "You just uh, you know. Well, there are really two things you can do. You can either take a cold shower and wait for it to go down on it's

own, or you can uh, you know. Touch it. Until you feel relieved. I'll leave you alone now." When Ed left he himself had a s sufficient blush creeping over his cheeks. Did I just tell my

brother to jerk off?

Back in his room, Al looked at himself. He was in the nude, deeply involved in a battle of will power. Him, vs. his.. thing. Hm, what do I do now? Brother said if I touch it… He reached

down a shaky hard. He gently grabbed the base, and winced at the strange feeling. He slowly moved his hand back up.

These delicate strokes make Alphonse shiver with anticipation. He tried touching the head, and couldn't help but letting out a muffled moan. So this is what brother was talking about? Al

stood still for a moment. So this is what lovers do to each other…

Al stepped into the bathroom and locked the door. He turned on the shower as cold as it went, and stepped in. "GyaahH! It's c-c-old!" Alphonse stood silently in the shower, crystal

droplets peeling themselves from his porcelain skin. As each icy bud hit his vesture, the flesh perked up into little bumps all along his body. After what seemed like too long, he stepped

out and wrapped a towel around his waist, noticing his problem was gone.

Thank god… He walked into the bedroom and changed into some loose fitting clothes, and shuffled into the kitchen. He didn't want to touch himself like that… what was the point? If Ed

couldn't do it for him, he wouldn't either.

Alphonse gasped.

The kitchen table was set, two plated were out. There was a mug of coffee for Ed, and a glass of milk for Al. On each plate there was a huge stack of flapjacks with maple syrup, and a

bowl of fresh fruit. In the middle of the table there was a blue china vase with a single red rose in it…

Al was almost on the Verge of tears Ed can't cook to save his life! He did all this for me, and I treated him rudely. I'm such a terrible, person, I don't deserve him… Al slowly sat down at

the table. Ed came out of the living room and sat across from him, golden hair gleaming in the sunlight. "Edward…" Ed stiffened slightly. Had Al just said his actual name?

A tear bloomed from Al's eye and gently rolled down his cheek. "Edward.. you, cooked breakfast for- oh Edward, it's beautiful." Ed was staring, mouth a gape at Alphonse. He was fresh

out of the shower, so his loose fitting clothes were lightly stuck to his skin. His hair was not in his normal ponytail, but spilling damply around his shoulders, slowly dripping down his form.

As the tear slowly shimmered down his cheek, he looked so pale, so fragile, so beautiful… Ed quickly snapped out of his trance and ran to Al's side.

He reached up a concerned hand, and delicately grasped Alphonse's chin. Doki Doki Doki Al's heart began to beat fast… Brother's face is so close to mine… Al closed his eyes. He could feel

his brothers touch. It was like the first gentle kiss of summer sum, dappling Lilliputian freckles of warmth on your skin.

Ed reached a thumb up and wiped away Al's tear. He could hear Ed's soft breathing. It tickled his cheek, causing him to shiver, he was already freezing from his shower. "Al, I'm sorry. I

didn't mean to make you cry." Alphonse squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head back and forth. "N-no brother! It's, it's just so beautiful, you must really care for me and I have been

so rude to you and you did all this and oh brother, I could never deserve you!" He reached out and wrapped his arms around Edward's neck, sobbing into his shoulder.

Ed grabbed Al firmly by the shoulders and tore him from his body, a stern look on his face. Al was frozen stiff. "don't you ever say that again Al. you know I love you and there is nothing

undeserving about you. You are a WONDERFUL person Al, you're so sweet, kind, loving, and don't you ever think other wise. Hear me?" He embraced his weeping brother firmly around

the waist. "Oh, brother… thank you…" Ed pulled away slowly. "Al, your lips are blue! You're freezing! We need to get you warmed up. Those clothes are cotton, and cotton keeps you cold

when wet."

Without another word, Ed began to quickly unbutton Al's shirt. "Ahh- b-brother! What are you doing?" Al was de-robed from the waist up, skin prickly from head to toe with goose

bumps. "If you stay in those clothes you'll catch a cold." Then, without warning, Ed picked his brother up bridal style, and carried him into the bedroom, laying him softly on the bed.

He the reached a hand up, and unbuttoned Al's pants, and pulled them all the way down. Al was trying his hardest not to be aroused by the whole situation, but it was damn hard. Next

went his boxers. It was a miracle Al had the will to remain flaccid. I guess when they say to think about dead kittens, it really works. Especially for a cat lover. Ed threw Al a Pair of fresh

ones, along with flannel pajamas. He picked Al up over his shoulder and began to put his pants on… "Bother, I can dress my self."

Al should've already known Ed was too stubborn for that. Once he had his mind set on something, that was that. He simply ignored Al and finished dressing him. He then put a thin sheet

over him. "I'm sorry, the quilt is still wet, it's hanging outside to dry." He scrutinized the sheet for a moment. "This wont do." He removed his slippers and got under the sheets with

Alphonse, snuggling against his shivering figure. "Brother…"

"Shhhh- Al. My body heat will help to warm you." What Ed didn't know was that Al was already burning up from the excitement of being in this position with his brother… My beautiful

brother… nii-san… now badly I want to kiss you right now… "But the breakfast, that beautiful breakfast you made…Ed looked up at him with stern but loving eyes.

"Alphonse, don't you understand? In this day and age, even a cold can be dangerous, and I'll be damned if I let you get sick. Besides, it's my fault for telling you to take that shower. My

stupid breakfast doesn't matter. I just need you to warm up, and I'll bring you some food in later, ok? I don't want to looses you again Al, you're all that I have…" Al brought his arms

over the slender physic of Ed's body, who was more than willing to comply. The two brothers embraced like that for a while. Before long, Ed had drifted off to sleep, looking as angelic as

ever. I truly don't deserve him…

Al cried him self to sleep that morning, for the second time in a row. But these tears were melancholy. Even if I can not have nii-san the way I truly want, at least I have him this way.

Because he really does love me…

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