Title: "Secret Agent" Chapter 1/3(?)

Author: Silvergray1358

Pairing: Elricest, EdxAlxWinry (for some fun)

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Romance, Humor….. (*coughsmutcough*)

Warnings: Profanity, threesome, bondage, and incest (are your main concerns)

Summary: Al has just gotten his body back and when Winry discovers Al's little secret, she decides to take matters into her own hands…. And have a little fun with it too

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal or anything having to do with it (disappointingly)

Author's Note: Italicized words are thoughts emphases

Chapter 1

Winry's POV

I looked over Ed's shoulder for the tenth time during the same song and once again caught Al watching us dance. Al blushed furiously and choked on the drink that he had been sipping. He quickly turned away to face Mustang and Havoc who had been talking to him until they had gotten into an argument over who would be scarier to fight, Hawkeye or Armstrong without his shirt on. Ed finally caught on that he didn't have my full attention.

"Are you alright, Winry? You're fidgety…" Ed trailed off. I snapped my eyes back to the blond in front of me. Our faces were strangely close and I followed Al's blush and pulled back a little bit. We had been dancing awfully close, my arms wrapped around his shoulders and our legs intertwined as we swayed back and forth with the music.

I scanned the room briefly and saw that Al wasn't the only one who was watching us: there was Sciezka, (who was looking quite pretty in a flowing brown dress that went just past her knees and some light makeup around her usually plain eyes) Hawkeye, (who was stunning in a deep red cocktail dress which distracted most of the men in the room) Ross, (who was dancing with Brosh), and even Breda weirdly enough was looking, but he turned his attention back to the snacks that were on the buffet table. I couldn't blame the women at the party for staring though: Ed was looking especially good tonight.

He was wearing his standard black leather pants and boots, but instead of his tank-top and jacket, he had this red button-down shirt on. The shirt was tucked into his pants, showing off his slim hips and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, displaying one muscular arm and a shiny, automail replica of the other. His typical braid was replaced with a high ponytail with his bangs framing his face perfectly (like always I mused)…

"Hello? Earth to Winry!" Ed exclaimed, snapping one hand in front of my face.

"Uh, what?"

"You didn't answer my question…and you were staring at me. It was starting to creep me out a bit…" Ed said; the corner of his mouth turned down in a concerned frown.

I mentally face-palmed and shook my head. "I'm sorry Ed, I was just thinking."

"You've been acting kind of weird lately…"

"You have some nerve saying that!" Ed had also been distracted all night. He mumbled monosyllable answers when people engaged him in small talk and had even walked right out of a conversation he had been having with Fuery about radios or something like that. Fuery had just blinked and shrugged his shoulders. He was used to Ed acting weird and didn't really notice anything different from usual, so Kain went and searched out Falman instead.

This party had taken a lot of planning on my part and I had wanted it to be perfect. Even since Al had gotten his body back two weeks ago, I knew that the best way to celebrate would be to throw a get-together with all of their friends. And I spared no expense. Aunt Pinako and I had cooked for the past two days, I decorated, and tons of music had been picked out. But the best part was all of the guests: There was Mustang, Riza, Havoc, Fuery, Breda, Falman, Armstrong (who had only taken his shirt off twice throughout the night!), Sciezka, Ross, Brosh, Russel and Fletcher, Gracia and Elysia, Ling, Lan Fan, Mei, and of course Aunt Pinako, myself, Ed and the special guest of the evening, Al!

The party had been going great so far. Mustang had danced with almost every girl there (including Hawkeye three times until she demanded that he give her a break and find someone else to torture. But I had also noticed the small smile that played on her lips the whole time). At one point I had to break up Armstrong who, with tears streaming down his face and so many sparkles that they fell on the people around him, hugged Al so hard I thought that he was going to need another human transmutation just to survive it. Breda and Ling got into an eating contest at one point and Havoc and Fuery had cheered them on, until Black Hayate strolled over and Breda was disqualified for running out of the house and down the road.

But most importantly, Al seemed to be having a great time too. He had politely greeted everyone as they entered the small Resembool house and had even danced with a few of the girls (Mei twice). But Al too was acting sort of odd. He kept staring over at me all night. No, scratch that. He had been staring at me and ED all night. A small smirk danced on my face at that thought and Ed didn't fail to notice it.

"I guess Al's behavior is normal, considering what I found out yesterday…."

The song finally came to an end and Ed broke away first. He mumbled something about punch and walked towards the table with the drinks. I hardly noticed. A slow song came on. Perfect. I made a bee-line for Al who had still been making idle chitchat with Fletcher.

"Would you care to dance with me, Al?" I pleaded; an innocence façade on my face.

Al nodded his head and audibly gulped as I pulled him on the dance floor, leaving Fletcher looking quite confused.

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The previous day….

I woke up briefly in the middle of the night to shift onto my other side. As I laid there, mere moments away from falling back asleep, I heard a strangle sound. At first, I passed it off as Den or even just the house settling. But then I heard it again. And again.

"Damn, if it's Den begging to go outside again, I'm going to be sooo pissed…" I thought as I dragged myself out of bed. Once in the hallway, I walked a few steps down the hall to the stairs. As I passed the boy's room, I noticed the door was cracked open. Curiosity getting the best of me, I peeked my head in, trying to make sure the door didn't creak.

There were two single beds in the extra bedroom and Aunt Pinako had graciously allowed Ed and Al to take them while Al was recovering. They could of course stay as long as they wanted, but I didn't have to tell them that; they knew. One of said beds held a sprawled Edward. The comforter had been tossed onto the floor at some point in his sleep and he was pretty tangled up in the sheets. His flesh hand had pushed up his night shirt and rested on his presented stomach. I giggled softly to myself. "If Al saw this, he would have a fit…" but I didn't finish the rest of my thought. Al wasn't there.

His bed had obviously been laid in, but Al was nowhere in the room. I started to push the door open further so I could get a better view of the room to look for Al when I heard that mysterious sound again. It sounded like… a groan? That really didn't sound like Den. Was it coming from down the hall? I backed up into the hall and gently closed the bedroom door again.

There was the sound again. Was that from the study? I padded down the hall to the last room and saw that there was a light on inside. Once again, the door wasn't completely closed, but almost. I pushed the door just the tiniest bit and a sliver of light played across my face.

Al was inside the study, sitting on one of the big leather chairs that we kept. The light was coming from one of the reading lamps placed over the chair and there was a pile of alchemy books next to Al. I had discovered the previous week that Al had a hard time sleeping at night. It was probably due to staying up all night, every night for all those years. I had found him in the study before, a book in hand, reading until dawn and then he would sneak back into the bedroom. But Al wasn't reading this time. Definitely not.

The alchemy book was lying open on the floor, forgotten. Al had his shorts pushed down to mid-thigh and his night shirt was pushed up around his armpits. His head was tilted back against the top of the chair and his mouth was slightly opened, smaller gasps and moans escaping out on every breath. Al's left hand was tightly clutching the armrest while his right hand took care of the rest.

I knew I should look away but the sight was so startling I didn't know what to do at first. I had never seen Al this way and there was something breathtaking about it.

His stomach was a smooth plane with slight signs of forming muscles. They weren't as clearly defined as Ed's were (I had seen him shirtless plenty of times during his automail appointments) but Ed's were muscles after years of physical training. But I could definitely see Al's starting to harden in his abs and thighs. What really had my attention was his right hand languidly stroking his length. The impressive length of Al's cock was red and swollen, the tip leaking more precum that joined the rest as it dripped down and was used to slick up his hand as he slid it up to the tip again, rolling the head against the palm of his hand. Al moaned loudly again from the sensation and his chest fell with his shaky breath.

Shifting slightly in the doorway, I pushed the door just a little bit, but carefully as to not make a single sound. I was vaguely aware of the heat pooling in my lower stomach but I couldn't tear my attention off of Al.

He pushed his hand down abruptly on his cock, making him shiver from the quickening pace. He tightened his grip on the base and an animalistic growl escaped his throat.

"God, yes…. Pl-please don't stop…" Al breathed out, his eyes tightly closed and head thrown back.

My heart pounded at the unexpected words and felt a heat wave make its way through my thighs. I desperately wanted to know what Al was fantasizing right now. I leaned a little closer into the crack in the door, hoping that Al would say more.

Al's pace picked up and soon he was even thrusting up into his hand as he pulled it down on his length. His breath was unsteady and tiny moans were pouring out from his lips. "Ah!... y-y-yes….so cl-close…" he hissed. His hand tightened further and on the upstroke, his thumb would circle over the head of his cock, before he thrust it back down again. This new pattern seemed to be too much for Al and only after a few more similar strokes, he cried out.

"A-Ah, fuck. Yes, Edward, Y-yes!" Al choked out before his body convulsed violently, white strands of milky liquid pouring onto his exposed stomach. After a few seconds, Al's body started to relax, his cock twitching, and his heaving chest starting to slow.

I couldn't move. I knew I had to get out of the doorway and back to my room before Al saw me here. But my feet felt frozen. Al started to clean up his stomach and hand with his boxers and then stood up. As he went to turn off the lamp, he knocked over the pile of books and there was quite a loud thud as they toppled over. Al swore sharply under his breath and continued mumbling as he re-organized them.

"Run! Do it now!" I spun on my heels and quickly crept (probably looking like a horrible actor pretending to sneak up on someone rapidly) back down the hall. As soon as I was in my room, I rested my back against the door and tried to control my breathing. A few moments later, I heard Al softly pad down the hall and into what I guessed to be the bathroom.

The sink started to run and soon Al was walking back down the hall. As he passed my door, I held my breath. He continued past and I barely heard the door to his bedroom close. I exhaled the sigh that had been burning in my chest. Millions of thoughts were swimming through my head in the darkness of my room, but when one passed through my consciousness, I couldn't help but smirk and chuckle softly at the idea.

"Hmm…. I think I'm going to have to give that a try…"

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