Turn About
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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,332
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Turn About
Author\'s Notes: Oh, yes. I -do- have plans to continue torturing the poor boys. ^_^
Disclaimer: Don\'t own the characters and am not making any money off the story.
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Turn About
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He wasn’t sure when it began happening.
All that Alphonse could remember was the way it felt the first time, waking curled about his brother’s sleeping form: the tightness in his chest, the heat coiled low in his stomach, the uncomfortable throb between his legs, slow and sharp and needing. And for the space of several seconds, his mind had refused to process anything but the realization that, lying as he was, he could feel the whole length of Ed’s body beside him, soft and warm, with nothing between them but a few pieces of fabric.
He’d jerked away as though burned- rolled onto his back with eyes wide and heart pounding.
Because he’d known about this sort of thing, certainly- had heard it spoken of while he was still a hollow suit of armor, wont to be mistaken for much older than his actual age.
But knowing and understanding were two different things entirely, and there was an immediacy to the feeling that he’d never expected. A need to disentangle himself from the covers and do… do something about it, before his brother woke and turned to face him.
Because Alphonse was positive that somehow, the older boy would take one look at his face and know, as though every nuance of want had been painted bright and clear for him to see.
Almost, Al had left the room.
Wouldn’t it be easier, after all, to slip from beneath the blankets and return to his own bed, all but unused for the past month? To deal with a new and somewhat unsettling sensation without having to worry about what his brother would think, were he to discover it?
But that, he\'d been forced to acknowledge, would be unfair to Ed: waking the next morning to find that, for the first time in a long while, half the bed was empty, his little brother gone in the night without a word. And lately, the smaller boy\'s nightmares had been tearing him apart.
So Alphonse had resolved himself- because if all he could do to make it better was be there when his brother woke, offer comforting words and gentles touches, then the boy would make sure to see it done.
And he\'d simply have to learn to ignore this peculiar new ache.
* * *
Alphonse woke panting, trembling on the edge of a precipice of which he wasn’t even completely aware.
All the boy knew was that it had never been this bad before, never quite this shade of desperation tinging his body’s insistence that he move.
And so he did, a shallow lifting of hips that was more instinctual than anything else- but the motion was enough to scrape constraining fabric over too-sensitive flesh, and Al bit his lip in response, battling down the wave of feeling that washed over him.
Beside him, Edward turned in his sleep- made one of the quiet sounds that his little brother had come to recognize as a herald of bad dreams. “Al,” the smaller boy murmured, shifting restlessly.
A nightmare, Alphonse’s mind thought feverishly, even as guilt cut through him at the realization. It’s just a nightmare.
So why, he wondered hazily, did hearing those noises make it worse?
* * *
He didn’t remember much of the dream when he came gasping into consciousness- just his brother’s eyes, warm gold and lidded with a lazy sort of desire.
Ed’s mouth had featured prominently as well- and a part of Alphonse had enough sense to wonder, with a distant sort of alarm, when his unconscious mind had decided for itself exactly the way the other boy’s tongue would feel, wet and scalding, if it were to work its way over his skin.
The whimper was out before he could stop it from leaving, and it was only then, when it was too late to call it back, that he realized his mistake. Those same golden eyes were watching him from less than a foot away, turned a murky hazel in the darkened room.
“Hey,” Ed said quietly, watching him with focused intent. “You alright?”
He managed to nod in response, forced what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, brother.”
But he wasn’t- not really. Not when every nerve in his body was screaming at him to close that little bit of space and start recreating the scene from his dream. Not when Edward was darting out his tongue to wet his lips, and just the sight of it was enough to send tendrils of fire rushing through a body already tense with need.
Not when the smaller boy was reaching out a hand like that, so carefully, as though he expected the contact point where fingers met cheek to burn.
It did, Alphonse thought dimly- maybe not Edward, but the younger boy felt the heat from it flashing thick and heavy all through him.
“Your nightmares must be contagious,” he managed after a moment, quite unable to keep himself from nuzzling into the touch. But at least, he told himself by way of consolation, his voice sounded normal- much calmer than he felt, certainly.
And when Ed leaned forward to wrap him in a brief, tight hug, ruffled his hair before pulling back with a tired, worried smile, the stab of guilt at causing him unneeded concern wasn’t as strong as it ought to have been.
Because the places where the boy’s hands had been still tingled, sharp and sensitive, and all other thoughts were buried beneath the impulse to put them back.
Alphonse took a long, shaky breath, and set the urge aside.
~owari~
Disclaimer: Don\'t own the characters and am not making any money off the story.
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Turn About
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He wasn’t sure when it began happening.
All that Alphonse could remember was the way it felt the first time, waking curled about his brother’s sleeping form: the tightness in his chest, the heat coiled low in his stomach, the uncomfortable throb between his legs, slow and sharp and needing. And for the space of several seconds, his mind had refused to process anything but the realization that, lying as he was, he could feel the whole length of Ed’s body beside him, soft and warm, with nothing between them but a few pieces of fabric.
He’d jerked away as though burned- rolled onto his back with eyes wide and heart pounding.
Because he’d known about this sort of thing, certainly- had heard it spoken of while he was still a hollow suit of armor, wont to be mistaken for much older than his actual age.
But knowing and understanding were two different things entirely, and there was an immediacy to the feeling that he’d never expected. A need to disentangle himself from the covers and do… do something about it, before his brother woke and turned to face him.
Because Alphonse was positive that somehow, the older boy would take one look at his face and know, as though every nuance of want had been painted bright and clear for him to see.
Almost, Al had left the room.
Wouldn’t it be easier, after all, to slip from beneath the blankets and return to his own bed, all but unused for the past month? To deal with a new and somewhat unsettling sensation without having to worry about what his brother would think, were he to discover it?
But that, he\'d been forced to acknowledge, would be unfair to Ed: waking the next morning to find that, for the first time in a long while, half the bed was empty, his little brother gone in the night without a word. And lately, the smaller boy\'s nightmares had been tearing him apart.
So Alphonse had resolved himself- because if all he could do to make it better was be there when his brother woke, offer comforting words and gentles touches, then the boy would make sure to see it done.
And he\'d simply have to learn to ignore this peculiar new ache.
* * *
Alphonse woke panting, trembling on the edge of a precipice of which he wasn’t even completely aware.
All the boy knew was that it had never been this bad before, never quite this shade of desperation tinging his body’s insistence that he move.
And so he did, a shallow lifting of hips that was more instinctual than anything else- but the motion was enough to scrape constraining fabric over too-sensitive flesh, and Al bit his lip in response, battling down the wave of feeling that washed over him.
Beside him, Edward turned in his sleep- made one of the quiet sounds that his little brother had come to recognize as a herald of bad dreams. “Al,” the smaller boy murmured, shifting restlessly.
A nightmare, Alphonse’s mind thought feverishly, even as guilt cut through him at the realization. It’s just a nightmare.
So why, he wondered hazily, did hearing those noises make it worse?
* * *
He didn’t remember much of the dream when he came gasping into consciousness- just his brother’s eyes, warm gold and lidded with a lazy sort of desire.
Ed’s mouth had featured prominently as well- and a part of Alphonse had enough sense to wonder, with a distant sort of alarm, when his unconscious mind had decided for itself exactly the way the other boy’s tongue would feel, wet and scalding, if it were to work its way over his skin.
The whimper was out before he could stop it from leaving, and it was only then, when it was too late to call it back, that he realized his mistake. Those same golden eyes were watching him from less than a foot away, turned a murky hazel in the darkened room.
“Hey,” Ed said quietly, watching him with focused intent. “You alright?”
He managed to nod in response, forced what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, brother.”
But he wasn’t- not really. Not when every nerve in his body was screaming at him to close that little bit of space and start recreating the scene from his dream. Not when Edward was darting out his tongue to wet his lips, and just the sight of it was enough to send tendrils of fire rushing through a body already tense with need.
Not when the smaller boy was reaching out a hand like that, so carefully, as though he expected the contact point where fingers met cheek to burn.
It did, Alphonse thought dimly- maybe not Edward, but the younger boy felt the heat from it flashing thick and heavy all through him.
“Your nightmares must be contagious,” he managed after a moment, quite unable to keep himself from nuzzling into the touch. But at least, he told himself by way of consolation, his voice sounded normal- much calmer than he felt, certainly.
And when Ed leaned forward to wrap him in a brief, tight hug, ruffled his hair before pulling back with a tired, worried smile, the stab of guilt at causing him unneeded concern wasn’t as strong as it ought to have been.
Because the places where the boy’s hands had been still tingled, sharp and sensitive, and all other thoughts were buried beneath the impulse to put them back.
Alphonse took a long, shaky breath, and set the urge aside.
~owari~