Carnal Alchemy

ok,you\'ll have to wait while i make some corrections to this fic...i started it before,but decided to change it, based on spoilers,plusa desire to make it more lemon than lime...but here\'s the part i\'ve done so far....

DISCLAIMER
I don\'t own Fullmetal Alchemist, because if I did, it would obviously have more suggestive and illegal content! Still, I worship Arakawa Hiromu, as well as Square-Enix, Bones, and FUNimation for bringing the series to worldwide attention. Without them, my imagination would be a LOT less interesting…healthier, probably, but where’s the fun in that?
MAJOR SPOILER ALERT!!! Having watched Conqueror of Shambala many more times than is good for my sanity, this fic contains movie as well as end-of-series spoilers. Ok, so it didn\'t at first (well, not exactly), but things change, and some details of the story will too. Maybe this repost will be my last re-edit...but don\'t count on it.
Getting to the pr0n rating; this fic may take some time to work up to full incestuous splendor(not to mention all the warnings listed), because it\'s going to take Al a while to break down Edward\'s defenses.^_^
Since Ed\'s so much older now, does that mean he\'s still Uke? I mean, Al might be the initiator, but Ed\'s going to be calling the shots, to some extent. And, uh, yeah…I mentioned Elricest, right? That’s my only excuse for doing this. I effing LOVE Elricest. It\'s just so damned addictive, once you get started on it. Still, even Ed admits that the age difference is wrong (Al is 13, according to official sources, i.e., text in the movie)…I mean, picture it: incestuous, homosexual pedophilia.
3 taboos all in one!
The only thing that could possibly make it MORE wrong would be if I found a way to add tentacles, or bondage, or bestiality…Hmm, there\'s a thought (Hentai Fangirl Alert!!! part of the inspiration for this fic came to me while I was molesting one of my Edward figurines…you know, the one where all he\'s wearing are those nice, tight leather pants…and the jacket\'s blowing in the wind *bzzt* crap! I think I just shorted out the keyboard drooling over Ed again...).
Any mistakes made are my own, as I\'ve decided not to inflict the perversities of my wicked imagination on my betas anymore.

CHAPTER 1
Alphonse ran his hands over the planes of Edward\'s stomach, the balls of his thumbs bumping lightly over his brother\'s perfectly sculpted abdominals. Sometimes, Ed\'s habit of sleeping with his stomach exposed worked in his younger brother\'s favor. Ed moaned as he slowly awoke to the sensation, his muscles tautening perceptibly wherever Al\'s fingers touched.
Every part of Ed\'s body seemed perfect to Al. From the rich, stunning gold of his hair, to the sweet, molten depths of his eyes (so much more rare and precious than the element they made mockery of; real gold was dead. Such a plain, dull metal. Nii-san\'s eyes were alive, and so very expressive), or the rosy tan of his skin, intercepted by numerous pale scars. How Alphonse would love to map every one of those scars with his tongue! He could imagine himself spending many a pleasurable hour searching for a place on his brother\'s body as yet unmarked…or perhaps even making a few marks of his own.
Even his scars could do no more than add to Al\'s appreciation of Edward\'s beauty. The only thing that marred his enjoyment of his nii-san\'s body were the automail limbs that Ed still bore, the payment exacted for the kyodai\'s transgressions.
But why, why should Edward be the one who was forced to pay time and again? Al thought, his dark blonde brows drawing together into an angry frown. Although they had long ago accepted that life wasn\'t particularly fair, so many terrible things had happened to them, and to Ed more so than Al, that it went well beyond the means of unfair. It was almost as if the Universe (God? Karma? Whatever…he was never precisely sure on that count) had developed some sort of personal vendetta against his only sibling. Even though Alphonse had finally regained his human body, his memories...even though the two of them were finally able to be together once more...still, it pained Al to realize that Edward would never be able to regain what he\'d lost. In a very real sense, they were trapped here.
Forever on the wrong side of the Gate.
To open that portal again was a risk they could never take. If they were to protect the order of both their worlds, it must remain shut...and the path to their own world would have to die with them.
Al sighed, deeply, and bent to lick at the cup of Ed\'s navel. Well. He\'d just have to do his best to make amends for the loss of his brother\'s limbs somehow...
\"Uhn...ah...Al,\" Edward gasped as he blinked awake, his eyes still unfocused, and with the merest hint of desperation in their golden depths. \"I...we...we can\'t...\"
\"Can\'t what, nii-san?\" Al asked, head cocked to one side, his face as innocent of guile as a newborn kitten. Ed wasn\'t fooled. \"Can\'t…do this,\" Edward replied, heaving a shuddering breath, and gently pushing his younger brother away from his bare stomach. He sat up, pulling his rumpled shirt back down, fingers already fumbling at the buttons. \"It\'s wrong. It\'s really, really wrong. You\'re my brother, and I love you, but we can’t do—\" he paused, glanced up to meet Al\'s warm hazel eyes, only to find tears flowing silently but steadily down his face.
\"Oh, Gott, Al, please don\'t cry…I\'m sorry, let me finish, okay?\" Alphonse nodded, sniffling, and scrubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. Ed reached across to the boy with his left hand, using real (if calloused) fingertips to gently clear the remnants of tears from the smooth, delicate skin of his brother\'s cheeks. Damn, that didn\'t help matters one bit. He drew back even further.
\"I don’t want you hurt again, that\'s all,\" Edward said, then gave a bitter, twisted half-smile. \"Although it looks like I can\'t help that, no matter what I do. It’s my fault that all of this happened, Al. And it’s my fault that we’ve lost so much time. I\'m years older than you are now. You\'re still a kid, and I want you to take the time to act like one. Hell, the only good thing I ever did for you was give you a few of the years I lost back, so you could live them, without…\" he paused. \"I just—don\'t want you trying to carry burdens that are too heavy for you to bear, not while I can—\"
\"No, brother, you\'re the one that doesn\'t understand,\" Al interrupted him, stubbornly. \"You\'re the one who\'s been hurt. You\'ve always managed to protect me, and take care of me the best you could,\" he went on, determination in the dark amber eyes that met Edward\'s golden, \"And if you made some mistakes, so what? Everyone does. You\'ve already paid, a lot more than any of those mistakes were worth. You saved me. In some cultures, that means that my life is yours…that I’m yours. Why is that so hard for you to understand? Can’t you accept that I love you, and want to do something to make up my debt to you? You admit that you love me…and if this is something I want, then what makes it so wrong?
“You don\'t owe me a thing, Alphonse, you never did,\" Edward muttered, gazing down at his hands clasped in his lap, metal fingers intertwined with flesh. Alphonse reached out, grasping his older brother\'s chin, pulling Ed\'s face up to meet his own. Edward was right in at least one respect; things had changed. Ed was much older now, close to 20, while Alphonse was just barely past puberty. The skin under Al\'s soft fingers was slightly rough with the scrape of stubble. The almost girlish oval shape of Edward\'s face had lengthened, growing a little more angular, although his eyes remained unchanged…they were still as large and as boyish as ever. His voice was different, now, too. It was deeper, more masculine, and almost as deep as Col—as Priv—as Roy Mustang\'s.