Finally

Author\'s Notes: Thanks very, very much to everyone who\'s left comments! *little hearts* So much love to you. ^_^

That said... this series has come to a close. Hope it met expectations. *bows out* ^^

Disclaimer: Don\'t own the characters and am not making any money off the story.

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Finally

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Edward woke with a quiet gasp, snatched abruptly from the sensation that his mind had been insisting could be achieved if only Alphonse would put his mouth to more creative uses.

And for the space of a moment, confused and only partially awake, the boy was grateful for the ache between his legs, despite the fact that the need was almost pressing enough to be painful. Because that meant that he wouldn’t have to slip from the bed to wash his pajamas, at least- wouldn’t have to dread Al’s innocent response, were he to find out: “I appreciate you doing laundry, brother… but why didn’t you wait until morning?”

Stifling a groan, Ed risked a glance at the younger boy, needing to know that his brother hadn’t yet awakened.

Alphonse was lying just inches away, curled up on one side and facing him. It made a lovely picture, with the moonlight streaming in thick and silver under the curtains, and Edward silently cursed everything that came to mind for the fact that there wasn’t any space left to put between them.

Because the younger boy had moved closer in his sleep- and with the bed pressed up against the wall, there simply wasn’t anyplace to go. No distance available to put between himself and temptation.

And so Ed took a long, slow breath in- let it out. Tried staring intently up at the ceiling.

It would only make things worse, he knew, to recall the way the boy had looked in his dream- the smooth, pale skin, bare and tempting. The feel of soft lips on his own. The way those fingers had felt, light and amazing, as they slipped down over his stomach…

Fuck.

Clenching his flesh hand so that he could dig short nails into his palm, Ed squeezed his eyes shut and wracked his brain for something that he could concentrate on completely.

And when the first line of the first array sketched itself neatly within his mind, the boy felt a surge of relief. Because this, he knew, was something he could give his full attention to. Something that wouldn’t allow outside interference- because even mentally, Edward refused to create anything but a perfect array.

It might have worked, had Alphonse not made a soft noise beside the boy and shifted in his sleep.

He didn’t move far, by any means. Had the brothers not been lying so close, the younger of them would simply have rolled onto his stomach.

But the bed space he landed in was already occupied- and so Alphonse ended with an arm sprawled out over his brother’s chest, half-draped across the smaller boy’s torso.

The first few seconds were lost to Edward, paralyzed as he was by twin spikes of terror and want. He couldn’t quite stop the trembling that raced through muscles suddenly pulled taut, couldn’t silence the breathy little whine that left his throat as the younger boy settled in.

And then his mind took a moment to point out that if Al’s leg was just a little bit further over, things would be really interesting, and the problem was quite suddenly unbearably worse.

Wouldn’t the pressure be nice, a part of him whispered, even if it was through the fabric of his pajamas? Much better than a few rough, hurried tugs when he could steal a moment alone- perhaps better even than the nightly parade of erotic dreams.

The boy actually cursed under his breath as he moved to shove Alphonse away. Levered his little brother up awkwardly with the arm trapped beneath the sleeping form and pushed, intent on rolling Al off him.

But it was an awkward angle, and the younger boy was dead weight, and Ed had been trying with his flesh arm rather than the automail.

And so what had seemed a good idea turned out much, much worse in execution: Edward succeeded in easing his brother up all of five centimeters before his arm trembled under the strain of being bent the wrong way, shuddered, and gave out.

His little brother landed back on top of him with a force that didn’t even approach gentle.

Edward took two long, slow breaths, forcing down the noise that threatened to slip out. And then, doing his best to ignore the proximity, he braced himself to try again.

“Brother?”

Just one word- but it was enough to steal the breath from his lungs and fill the pit of his stomach with icy panic. And why, the rational part of Ed’s mind demanded, why wasn’t it enough to stop the slow burn between his legs?

But rationality was warring with impulse, and the sound of his brother’s voice had spurred a strong one. He’s awake and right there, a part of the boy whispered. Do something about it.

Edward bit his lip, hard, and forced the compulsion down.

“Fuck, Al,” he managed, and was proud that his voice only shook a little. “Stay on your side of the bed, will you?”


But there was only silence in response- and why, Ed thought frantically, isn’t he going anywhere?- a period of nothing but Alphonse’s eyes, filled with an emotion he didn’t recognize, watching him in the moonlight.

And then, impossibly, his brother was scooting just that little bit nearer- so close that Ed could feel the warmth of the boy’s breath on his cheek. It was maddening. Was anguish, and he didn’t think he could-

Breathe. Breathe, or think, or function, because Alphonse was kissing him.

The boy’s body reacted before his mind had managed to pick up the scattered pieces of itself. Was leaning up into the contact with a desperation that was frightening, moaning into his brother’s mouth, all but squirming beneath the light touch.

And then the younger boy was pulling back, sitting up, moving away- and Edward’s thoughts sorted themselves out for long enough to realize that he didn’t want that at all.

He pulled with the automail hand this time- and perhaps there was a bit too much strength behind it, because unbalanced as Alphonse was, not quite all the way to sitting, the tug was enough to land him sprawling.

Ed was only vaguely aware of the fact that the noise of pleasure he made was echoed by the other boy, caught as he was in the sudden sensation that came with having his brother’s weight settled fully atop him. Was really only distantly conscious of the fact that there was a world at all, beyond the pressure that Al’s thigh was applying to his still-clothed erection.

And then Alphonse shifted up against him, moved experimentally, and he could feel the heat of something solid pressed to his own leg.

Edward cried out helplessly as the friction combined with new awareness, the dual assault threatening to overwhelm him. He rocked his hips up with an urgency that bordered on desperation, whimpered shamelessly to realize that he could feel the warmth of Alphonse’s body even through the fabric of their pajamas.

“Brother,” Al panted softly- and the word went straight to his groin, sparked trails of fire in its wake. “Brother.”

And then those lips were on him again, clumsy and sweet and warm, and Edward shuddered beneath them, arched, attempted to speed the erratic pace their hips had set. But he was pinned well and truly beneath his brother’s weight, left unable to make the short, shallow thrusts into something more satisfying.

When Alphonse broke the kiss to breathe, Ed would have been embarrassed by the bereft noise that he made, had enough of his mind remained coherent to realize. But all that mattered was the fact that his brother didn’t wait long to resume the contact, and then everything was washed away beneath the rapture of teeth and tongue and lips and delicious, insufferable friction.

The boy made an unintelligible sound into his brother’s mouth, a keening sort of encouragement, and Al moved more quickly in response, slipping a hand down to reach under his shirt and explore the skin that lay beneath. Edward jerked at the touch, moaned unabashedly at the combination of new pleasure and the feel of heated fabric rubbing firm and insistent up against his erection.

“Al,” he whimpered, pulling away from the kiss reluctantly. “I- I’m not sure- ah!” Words fled in the face of the pleasure that shot through him as a hesitant thumb found his nipple.

“It’s okay, brother,” Alphonse answered thickly, and repeated the touch with more surety this time. “M-me too, I think.”

And when the younger boy lowered his head to mouth wetly at the junction between neck and shoulder, the combined sensation was quite suddenly too much.

Ed arched up hard off the bed as he came, long seconds spent with his back bowed and lips parted, eyes staring unfocused as tremors wracked his frame. There was no thought- was nothing save the ecstasy that raced along his nerves, hot enough to burn.

When at last he collapsed back against the mattress, panting, Edward felt the rawness in his throat and wondered distantly whether he’d screamed.

“Brother,” Al was saying- and only then did Edward realize that the younger boy must have followed him over the edge. Because there was a stunned, sated sort of look deep within those lovely bronze eyes, and Ed realized, with a sudden jolt of longing, that it was an expression he’d like to see more often.

“Mm?” It wasn’t much by way of response - but he felt heavy with satisfaction, and didn’t think he could manage more.

Very carefully, Alphonse shifted his weight, resettled so that he was lying pressed up beside Edward instead of on top of him. “Do you think,” the younger boy began hopefully, “We could do that again some time?”

Ed could feel the grin creeping across his lips, didn’t bother trying to hide it in the moment before he nestled near enough to press a light kiss against his brother’s collar bone.

“You know,” the boy said thoughtfully by way of reply. “If we leave our pajamas on, there’s gonna be a mess in the morning.” His tongue found the slight dip where throat met chest, and Alphonse shivered. “We ought to take them off.”

There was a pause, and then the feel of fingers reaching to take him up on the suggestion.

~owari~