A Taste of Sin

A.N. Honestly, I can’t say where this story idea came from. All I know is I wanted to write a short fic with this kind of idea and then I thought of this fanfic I read for Yugioh with this plot line that would work, so I changed it around til it fit, but still the basic plot flow belongs to Reyn. Anyway, please don’t hate me, and enjoy this weird P.O.S.

Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own FMA. If I did, let’s just say the Conqueror of Shamballa would have been followed by a second series that would have Elricest in it and really fuck with history. ^-^


The Taste of Sin

The darkness was made heavier by the weight of the fog that lifted from the dampened streets in the early-pitchness of morning. The street lights cast an odd gleam upon the pavement and made the trash that littered the street glow like spirits wandering the night. Golden eyes took in all of this with a bored interest, eyes sharp with intelligence and defiance, but dulled by the cruelty of life. A low gurgle drifted from the vicinity of the boy’s stomach, and he curled close, wrapping bare arms around his middle with a scowl.
~Damn I’m hungry… ~ Edward thought disdainfully, scuffing the toe of his worn black boot into the pavement with a little more harshness then he’d intended. The black polish that acted more like paint, rubbed off a little from the moistness on the ground, and made the short teenager cringe. ~Fuck, now I need more polish.~ Edward’s face screwed up in irritation not liking what that meant.
An icy breeze rushed passed and glided smoothly into the leather coat—more grey than black from the mistreat and elements—and graced his bared belly making him shiver and pull on the black skin tight belly shirt, wishing his current profession allowed warmer clothes, or paid enough for him to afford such things.
Edward sighed, pulling his jacket closer around him and shuddering. If someone didn’t come by soon, he’d be stuck sleeping outside again, and would have to go another day without food. Though the thought was unappealing, it was better than returning to that place, or joining some skuzzy pimp group and owing some greasy scum for a crappy smoke smelling room that was only marginally warmer than the outside. ~Yeah right… no thanks, I’d rather sell my body and get paid full price for it, than sink to that.~ Edward thought with a bitter sneer, glaring at his toes, not all that surprised that he could no longer feel them in the cold. His socks had worn out months ago, and his boots were less than useless in the winter, especially in the northern towns. Central was cold enough, but he wasn’t stupid enough to go back there. That was where the hospital was. Where his quiet and solitary room in the back, filled with sanitized toys and recording devices, secrets and lies, sat in silence, hidden from the outside world. ~Not to mention the fucking tests! ~
Edward bit his lips harshly and pushed off of the tavern wall where he’d been resting, hoping that a drunk might be drowned enough to pay more than he was worth for a one night stand he’d not remember in the morning, and that Edward would hope to forget for the next three meals his degradation had bought him. Golden eyes glowered over the dank, quiet streets, and his fists tightened and shook. No, he wouldn’t go back to Central, and he wouldn’t fall apart. He’d find someway to make it on his own, and he’d survive, and find the truth out for himself. If that meant selling his body for a few meals than so be it. After all, he might be desperate but he’d not lost his pride yet, even through his profession, and he would not return to those life toying alchemists.
Sucking in a long, chilled breath, Edward let the chill burn his lungs before releasing it to color the night in a dusty fog, looking up to the blackened sky where hundreds of stars dotted the darkness, like scattered pieces of broken hopes. Something in the stars always made him sad, and caused his heart to clench in bitter regret, as guilt ate away at his soul. He didn’t know why he knew the sky so intimately, or how he knew he’d done something unforgivable beneath those stars, not once, but twice, but he knew and it only made the ache for knowledge all the more urgent.
Perhaps it was the fact that he had no memories of his life, beyond that solitary room with the white walls, and toys. Knew nothing beyond what the doctors had told him, and what the captured creature in the backroom whispered to him the night of his first nightmare. It was through the dark-haired being locked in the room of swirling lines and circles—he knew he’d never seen before but recognized as an array, one that could hold a homunculus captive—that he learned the truth of his existence, however painful. But what a homunculus was, or even the reason why the design in the arrays circle made him nostalgic, Edward didn’t know. Just like he couldn’t understand the being’s hostility when it spoke to him spitting out angry curses and telling him the uselessness of his existence.

“You’re a copy, a clone of the original pip-squeak.” The dark creature laughed, his voice sounding broken and old, and the small teenager stepped back, even as he retaliated to the insult to his height. It wasn’t his fault that he hated milk, the stuff was gross, and pointless unless used in stew.
“Who’re you calling a bean-midget who can’t even reach the lock on a crappy hospital room door you nasty bastard! I’m still growing!” Edward hissed, realizing just afterward that if he didn’t shut his trap he’d alert the doctors of his escape and they’d put him back in his room again, and he’d have to listen to another lecture from Trisha as the blond girl’s great—older than dirt—grandmother, Winry, sat in the corner with a saddened and hopeful expression. Edward cringed not looking forward to that at all, the old woman had a creepy tendency to hug him at odd moments and tell him that he didn’t mess up, that everything would be fine, soon. And the funny, warm and sad feeling it gave him made him sick to his stomach, and had since he’d first met her at the age of ten (amazingly enough she was his first memory that he could recall). “…and what do you mean copy? I’m Edward, there’s only one me, idiot.” The thirteen-year-old stated giving the creature a glare that usually made grandma Winry cry.
The look made the monster laugh darkly, and move closer to the circular window in the door, it’s crazed purple eyes oddly familiar, and causing his body to tense up, shifting to attack, but he didn’t know how to fight. Again the monster laughed at his confusion, showing off rows of pristine and perfect teeth, pearl white and razor sharp.
“Yes, you are Edward. Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist.” The name was familiar and scary to the teenager, and his head began to hurt as though something was trying to rip free from his head. “That’s right, the DEAD state alchemist, whose been brought back through the twisted powers of science and alchemy.”
“Shut up…” Edward whispered his heart pounding much faster than he would have liked, as knowledge came back to him about human transmutation, something he knew he couldn’t have known or understood. “That’s… that’s not possible. You can’t bring something back from the dead!” Edward whimpered, knowing that much deeper than he knew he should.
“That’s right, but science has found away to copy it, like data. Through something called D.N.A. Quite a nifty little tool, one that makes returning and attaching a soul to a body so much easier. Especially when the soul recognizes the body as its own.” The creature laughed insanely as Edward shook his head vehemently in denial, lifting his arms to his ears to try and block out its cackling laugh.
“You’re lying!”
“Why would I? I have nothing to gain from that now. Besides, can you tell me where you got that scar on your right arm?” The mark in question drew Edward’s attention to the dark scar and the lighter one above it that ultimately ran around the whole of his shoulder as though it had been re-attached or removed at some point, but just as the creature intoned, he could remember neither.
“Shut up!”
“How about that person in your dreams? Do you know him? The one who’s always beside you encased in armor? Or looking up at you with adoring silver-bronze eyes?” The evil smirk on his face twisted Edward’s insides and tore the scream from his mouth before he was even aware that he was screaming. His head hurt, and his heart pummeled faster than he thought possible. ~How?! How does he know about that?! How can he know about my dreams!?~
He wasn’t even aware that he’d clapped his hands together until he was being restrained by the doctors and Trisha, the blond screaming with him to calm down. Doctor Mustang managed to give him a shot, the sedative slowly pulling him from consciousness as he muttered something about his father being right and hoping that they wouldn’t need the poor being anymore.

Edward never saw the homunculus again.

It was the sound of running feet that made him turn around. Glancing back down the wet and dank street, Edward could barely make out the form of a quickly moving person. Edward smiled, hoping that perhaps this could be his next meal ticket, and moved a little to be sure he was in the fleeing person’s way. As if sensing him, the man—more a boy now that Edward could see him in the florescent glow of the street lamp. Only sixteen or seventeen at the most, though he still stood a good half-foot above Edward, much to his chagrin—stopped before him and looked at him with a surprised and vaguely elated smile.
For a shocking moment Edward was frozen, heart tight in his chest. He knew those silver-bronze eyes, and for some reason, he wanted to cry. To just reach out and embrace this man who he’d never met and sob. He held it back when the boy glanced over his shoulder at the sound of a crash, and then returned to look up at him with pleading eyes.
Edward’s usual cocky attitude returned quickly, and he crossed his arms over his chest, making sure that the boy could see his clothes, certain that even he couldn’t mistake what his profession was. “You need help?”
“Yes, please.” The voice was soft, young, and recognizable, it made Edward shiver, and almost forget about his empty stomach. “I’m being chased by some men. I—I don’t think—“
“It’ll cost ya dinner.” Edward said, already assessing what needed to be done, and weighing the choices he had. It wouldn’t be good to get in the way of a gang fight, but getting a free meal was tempting, not to mention the toll his heart was paying at the sigh to the short auburn-haired teen before him.
“… Wha?” The boy asked, nervously glancing over his shoulder at the shuffling sounds that were coming closer. A few droplets of sweat flew free from his bangs at the movement, and Edward noticed the sweat that clung to the other’s pale skin. ~He must have been running a long time… wonder what he’s done?~ Edward pondered the sudden urge he had to protect the boy before him. Those silver eyes whipped back around to face him and the boy gave a firm nod to his terms and then allowed Edward to drag him back to the darker corner of the building, pressing him against the wall, and throwing his jacket around the taller boy’s shoulders.
“Hurry, put this on.” Edward said, trying to keep the tremor from his voice. It was freezing with out his coat. He could feel his nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of his top and tried to ignore it. Once the coat was on, Edward moved forward, wrapping one arm around the boy, hand slipping down and into the back of the boy’s jeans. The boy gave a jolt, and a choking sound about to complain when Edward, met his eyes, his other arm slipping around the other’s neck and pulling his face down to his own.
“Just follow me if you don’t want to get caught.” Edward breathed against the trembling lips, and waited until the silver-bronze softened in understanding before sealing his lips to the ones below his. They were warm, and soft, and somehow addictingly easy to kiss. Edward sighed, moving his mouth with practiced ease, knowing that he’d become quite skilled with his lips and tongue, and used those to his advantage as he suckled on the lower lip, teeth grazing the flesh lightly as he nibbled, allowing his tongue to trace the inner part.
He was barely aware when the culprits after the one he had tangled in his arms—pelvis held snugly to his own, legs parted and trembling around his, hands fisted in the fabric at his back, lips parting of their own accord inviting him to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue into the deep refines of the other’s mouth—came across them, pausing only for a brief moment too look at them, and after assessing that they were indeed two males engaged in a passionate kiss, turned away with a muttered curse to continue down the street.
“C’mon, the little bastard must have gone passed here!”
“But, boss, he isn’t—“
“Shut your damn mouth and hurry it up. I don’t give a shit what he is, no one gets away with offing the boss, not even a fucking state alchemist.” The leader snorted in disgust and started up again, his lackey’s quickly following. Edward, listened carefully, emitting a low grunt and pulling the boy closer, tilted his head a bit more for a deeper kiss, biting at the tongue that invaded his own mouth, and holding it in place to suckle on it lightly. The boy’s shivers grew intense, as one leg slipped up Edward’s hip in a suggestive manner.
Maybe he’d get his payment tonight after all.
~But what the hell were they talking about? He doesn’t look like any state alchemist I know of… and no state alchemist would willingly run away from a battle. ~ Edward pushed the thought from his mind as the sound of the pursuers faded off. With a lingering nip to the boy’s lips, Edward pulled back, mouth clinging sensually to the other’s for a little while, as their harsh breath mingled between them. Slowly, as if drugged, silver-bronze eyes opened to look up at him in a lustful daze, and Edward couldn’t keep the smirk off of his face, as the boy pulled forward for another taste of his lips. For some reason, this one’s advances made him especially happy, and not just because it meant a nice meal ticket for a while.
He allowed the other to kiss him again, parting his lips willingly for the other’s tongue to sweep inside and map out his mouth. When the hands began to wander lower though, Edward pulled away again, grabbing the thin wrists gently, and finally regaining the other’s attention. The boy blushed darkly, and dropped his eyes stammering embarrassedly, and in a way that Edward found quiet adorable.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean—that is, I, uhm.. well…. I didn’t really—“
“Look, I don’t really mind the foreplay kid,” Edward said, somehow feeling that this taller boy was somehow younger than he was, but doubted it at the same time, he was only sixteen after all, not many of his partners where younger than him. “But, I’m not cheap, and you already owe me dinner.”
The boy pouted, and glared at him a bit, but not pulling his arms from Edward’s capture. “I’m not a kid! I’m a State Alchemist I’ll have you know!” He said defiantly, rising to his full stature and Edward smirked sliding his body up and against the lean frame before him, enjoying the way the color flooded those pale cheeks and the silver-bronze eyes glazed over slightly.
“Oh, so, in other words, you can more than afford me, is that what you’re implying, Mr. State Alchemist?” Edward purred in his ear, the tip of his tongue flicking out to tease the skin of the lobe, and he felt the boy’s squeak, and tremble. Edward pulled back, tracing the seams of the boy’s black shirt, admiring the white hem and finding it a little saddening to see it even as he thought it out-dated. “So, what’s you’re name, State Alchemist?” Edward asked suddenly curious. He usually made it a point not to know his customers names. Made it easier to forget them, but for some reason, Edward had a feeling that he wanted to remember this encounter. He looked expectantly up at the silver-bronze eyes from his own lidded gold, and watched as the other swallowed and tried to talk.
“A—Alphonse Elric, the… uhnm… the Soul Alchemist.” Alphonse whispered, pink in the cheeks again. His last name brought Edward up short and he could have sworn that he remembered this boy as a child, and that they read alchemy books together. He shook the thought from his head quickly, and thought on his second name.
“Soul Alchemist, huh?” Edward kept it to himself that he somehow thought that the Soul Alchemist was supposed to be either really old, or really dead, and instead played with the collar of his new customer’s shirt. “So, you going to take me to dinner, or invite me over, Alphonse?” Using his full name felt odd for some reason, but like the last name Edward brushed it off. ~Secure payment and or food, and then find out if this guy can help with the blank areas. ~
Alphonse blinked for a moment looking quite shocked, and embarrassed. He spluttered for several minutes incoherently, and Edward let one of his legs slip between Alphonse’s—still parted—thighs, and let it rub suggestively against him, surprised to find him hard. Either this guy was really virgin, or Edward was just his type. Alphonse gasped and lowered his eyes to Edward’s, and Edward smirked, pressing closer, and was rewarded with the glazing over of Silver-bronze.
“You—you want to… come with me?” He asked almost frightened of his answer, and Edward broke into a full out grin.
“Lead the way, Al…phonse.” Edward stumbled over the name, not wanting to be overly informal with Alphonse, but finding it just so much easier—so right—to call him ‘Al’. His blunder seemed to cause the state alchemist some joy, because he turned to him with warm, somewhat sad, eyes, and took his hand, lacing his fingers through Edward’s own, and pulling him in the direction he’d just run from. The action would have made Edward’s skin crawl, having had too many clients who seemed to like the intimate gesture of laced fingers, but like so many other things with Alphonse, it seemed more heart-warming; his fingers embraced by a deep warmth.

~*~

The room was filled with the early morning haze, as the window of the motel slowly fogged with the impassioned breath of the two on the bed, legs tangled, clothes a forgotten mess upon the floor beside an old worn suitcase and worn, ratty, red coat, a black symbol on the back. Edward had paused at the sight of it, and could have asked Alphonse about it if he’d wanted, but had moved instead to earn his pay. Questions could wait until after he had the pale boy completely sated and tired beneath him. It was odd how easily he dominated the taller boy, usually allowing the client to chose which position he or she preferred, with Alphonse though, he simply took control, pushing the boy upon the bed and kissing him senseless, fingers quickly undoing the boy’s top and running skilled fingers over flesh loving his body until clothing had been tossed and he’d found himself between the other’s legs, sucking him gently, fingers pushing with an easy grace inside.
“Ah! E—Edward!” Alphonse cried again, hands curled and fisted by his face as Edward rocked into him again. Alphonse was amazingly tight and yet relaxed around him. He’d admitted to being a virgin but had easily followed Edward’s lead, even supplying him with a nice lubricant from the suitcase. Edward grunted, and ran his hands up the sweat soaked body, following the curve of the arms, and held hands with the dish-water blond beneath him.
Alphonse’s face was flush with color and his head titled back with each sliding thrust Edward made into his pliable body, offering his neck now covered in deep-red love bites and hickies that would most likely last a few days. Edward smirked as best he could with the amazing heat and tightness around his erection, and breathed in deeply watching the way Alphonse’s stomach muscles clenched and quivered with each thrust of his hips. The trim legs lifted higher allowing Edward to sink in deeper and he groaned, enjoying this encounter much more than he should. Thos sweaty thighs slid up and against his flesh, burning him with their heat, and catching on his hips as his driving plunge shook his weak and pleasure numbed limbs from their resting place.
One of Alphonse’s feet skimmed up his thigh, toes curling into him when he hit his prostate just right, and again, Alphonse cried out for him, tears seeping from between his closed lids. Edward, overcome with a warm lust, swooped in low, kissing those eyes, his tongue darting out to taste his salty tears. Alphonse whimpered and his legs wound back around his hips, feet crossing at the ankle, heels pressing into Edward’s tail bone pushing him deeper still.
A squeal that caused a jolt of need to burn in his lower stomach, escaped Alphonse’s throat as he writhed on the bed beneath him, and Edward growled predatorily, one hand pulling free to wrap around his waist as his lips moved to capture and steal another sinfully sweet kiss from Alphonse’s previously virgin lips. This kiss was hard and demanding, forcing lips to part and accept his messy kisses, as he nipped and breathed his passion into the body below.
“Ah.. Ed… Edward…. God…” Alphonse panted against Edward’s parted lips, and it was beautiful to him. Edward moaned, speeding his motions up, thrusting into Alphonse almost brutally, as he moved to suckle and kiss behind his ear.
“Al… you’re so good… Al…” Edward wasn’t usually the type for sex talk, unless asked to do so by his customer, but the need to tell Alphonse just how wonderful his body felt, just how beautiful his new body was, it was overpowering. ~New body? What..? ~
Alphonse reached up with his good hand pulling his face back around for a kiss, fingers tangling in his long unbound hair, and tenderly kissed Edward. Edward grunted, his thrusting becoming erratic now as he reached the end of his endurance. Reaching down between them, Edward wrapped his hand around the straining member between their bodies. It was hot and slick with sweat and precum; perfect. Edward tightened his hold and gained a cry from the boy he took. It gave him such pleasure to hear him cry out for him, because of him, and with that thought Edward began fisting him almost harshly.
The boy bucked up with each stroke ultimately forcing himself down onto Edward’s up thrusting hard on, creating a rhythm that was most satisfying to them both. Alphonse was wheezing now, too far gone to make noise as Edward grunted and groaned, whispering endearments and words that would be crass if spoken outside the confines of the bed sheets and sweaty limbs. The intense fire pulled tight in his belly and coiled there for several long minutes, as he waited for Alphonse o snap. It didn’t take long, a quick squeeze and harsh pump and Alphonse bucked up, pulling Edward down with his legs, whole body squeezing him tight as he came, whispering into his mouth.
“Brother!”
The whispered name, the heat, the pulsing tightness, all became too much and Edward came with a howl, buried deep inside of Alphonse. He felt quite satisfied as his seed squeezed out from around his buried erection to soil the crisp white sheets. Edward lay panting upon Alphonse’s chest, feeling both of their fluttering hearts as well as the cooling sweat that dried slowly on their skin. For a long time Edward lay still, looking around the slowly lightening room in awe. It was cold, but somehow refreshing in this pre-damn light, almost as recognizable to him as the stars, and left a feel of nostalgia in his body.
Edward moved then, pulling out of the warm body and feeling Alphonse tighten and hiss a little in pain as he removed himself and lay down beside him on the shared bed. He wanted to sleep, but he knew from experience it was better to collect the money as soon as he could. Waiting for his body to feel up to moving across the room to the blue jeans with the silver pocket-watch chain hanging out of it, Edward breathed in the smell of sweat and sex finding it sadly comforting.
Alphonse made a content cooing sound, obviously pleased, and rolled over, curling against his side, warm and very welcoming. A part of Edward wanted to stay like that, finding a deep peace he’d not felt since… well, ever. But, like most things, Edward shoved it away. He was a half-man with missing pieces and he could not relax until he had answers, until he was stable and free; whole.
Edward sat up, dislodging the dozing male beside him as he slid to the edge of the bed, retrieving Alphonse’s wallet and taking out several hundred cenz. Alphonse looked up from his half seated, half lounging position beside him, with a confused face. Edward didn’t give him a second look, somehow feeling guilty for his actions. ~I have no other option… Damn it! ~
“I charge extra for cuddling afterwards.” Edward muttered, counting the bills and placing them in his own leather pant’s pocket, slipping back into the worn article of cloth even as the bed shifted beside him as Alphonse sat up.
“You…” The sadness in that one word made Edward’s heart cold and he tensed, standing up and fastening his pants.
“I told you what I was. You think I was joking?” Edward asked with practiced indifference, somehow regretting hurting the innocent virgin—well, not so virgin now—and fell back into a seated position with a gentle touch to his arm. “I told you my fee, so you can’t go feeling bad about it—“
“You, don’t remember do you?”
Those words brought him up short, and Edward flung around, staring into pained silver-bronze with a look of shocked hope. He swallowed thickly against the knot in his throat that choked him silent, and he licked his lips to dry them. This would either be his big lead, or his down fall depending on what exactly this boy remembered about him.
“You, know me? From before?” Edward asked cautiously, and watched the sad smile that graced those lovely features, features he’d been sure he’d never see again. Edward blinked, scared by the double thoughts that kept intruding, the pain in his head was back. Edward tried not to wince as he faced the boy he knew but didn’t know, loved but only just met, and felt like crying when Alphonse lifted one hand and cupped his cheek so tenderly it broke his heart.
Alphonse met his eyes and nodded once, his thumb stroking Edward’s cheek bone as he leaned close trapping him on the bed. Edward knew that this was precarious position to be trapped in but wasn’t afraid as Alphonse crawled over him, pinning him down, forehead touching his own. “I’ve been looking for you.”
The words caused a rush of fear and Edward’s golden eyes widened in alarm, and he immediately moved to struggle but was restrained. ~That’s right, I’ve never won against him… how do I know that? ~ Edward wondered, his head hurting more, his vision starting to blur.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come back… I thought that you’d left me here all alone.” Alphonse continued to whisper and Edward froze out of confused curiosity. “For a long while, I thought Mustang was only playing when he said he thought he knew of a way to bring you back. But, when we caught Envy… I began to hope.” Alphonse rested his forehead against Edward’s and some of the pain receded and images became clearer. Envy, and the bastard colonel… something still refused to let lose and it made Edward fearful, he hated the feeling immensely.
“I’m… I’m a copy aren’t I?” Edward asked, almost fearful of the answer, and stared up angrily into silver-bronze.
“I guess you are, but, you also are reincarnated. You’re body was remade through genetic cloning and alchemy the base material being the lost limbs we retrieved from Wrath.” Another image flooded his mind, showing the child that had taken his leg for equivalent exchange and his arm for his baby brother. “I needed you brother.” Alphonse whispered and the words were like a cold realization for Edward, as he stared up in shock at him, recognizing him but almost as though through a dream.
“It was you…”
“You left me there, all alone, using the stone to transmute my body back, but giving your body to reattach my soul. What else was I supposed to do? I had to have your back, even if that meant working for the military, as there shadow. I could handle that, so long as they returned your soul to your body…” Alphonse enveloped Edward in a warm embrace, and Edward felt hot scalding tears drench his skin, as he stared dazedly at the ceiling. Remembering the gate, and the image of his brother, finally returned, and the guilt at knowing that he would be all alone now, with his imperfections.
“A—Al…?” Edward whispered, head still painfully throbbing, and eyes burning. Alphonse lifted his head to look down on him, and smiled, kissing his forehead tenderly once. “I don’t… I can’t remember… why?”
Alphonse smiled then and kissed his lips softly, tongue sliding in kiss him more deeply and thourally, and Edward relaxed into the kiss willingly dropping his guard. “Brother, how would you like to never be hungry again?”
Edward blinked up at the offer, his original need and desire reinstating itself in his mind, and he swallowed convulsively, wondering if this alchemist was offering to care for him. The thought was both tempting and insulting and left Edward stranded unable decide. ~Do I say yes? Can I say yes? ~
“Brother,” Alphonse crooned capturing his stare and holding him hostage with the innocent wisdom and trust that rested there. “Do you want to remember? Do you want to be whole, now? Or do you still need time?” The question was almost a plea, and before Edward could stop himself he was crying.
Crying because he knew the name which Alphonse called was his own, knew that whatever it was that haunted him was finally over, and knew that finally, he could stop hurting, stop mourning, and live. “Yes, Al. I… I want… I want it back. I want it all back, Al! I want it back!” Edward cried, looping his arms around the form he knew but didn’t know and wept for the first time since his escape three years ago.
“Okay, brother. It’s all right now, leave everything to me, everything will be fine now.” Alphonse said, and Edward slowly looked up at Alphonse vaguely wondering why his teeth looked so sharp as he smiled down on him, whispering against his throat, fangs brushing skin coolly, “Welcome home, brother.”
And darkness consumed him.

~*~

Fingers dragged slowly through the golden bangs as the bright sunlight of the afternoon glared in through the open window. Silver-bronze watched the show with elated eyes, glad to finally have his brother back and whole in his arms. His eyes wandered to the phone on the nightstand, he knew that the Fuhur would call soon; to see if he’d managed to stop the communist group from assailing the returning general and his family, and that Mustang’s son would likely be asking about the slumbering for in his lap, but at the moment, Alphonse couldn’t bring himself to care.
“It’s finally over brother.” Alphonse whispered, joyfully. It wasn’t what they’d planned and they weren’t perfectly human anymore, but they were whole, alive, and together, and that was what their goal had been from the moment Alphonse awoke in armor, and Edward received his auto-mail limbs.
Bleary gold eyes eased open and looked around the room in a daze, and Alphonse giggled, drawing Edward’s attention to himself. When the gold eyes relaxed with soft joy and mirth Alphonse felt the first of his tears fall. “Morning Al. I’m home.”
Silver-bronze gleamed back in the bright sunlight.
“Welcome home, Brother.”

~**~

A.N. Right so this ended much differently than I’d planned, and turned out really odd. If you can’t tell Alphonse was returned to his body at the cost of Edward’s life, but like a homunculus something went wrong, and Al is human except he’s basically immortal so long as he doesn’t lose too much blood or lose his head. He can pass his immortality through bite. So, in essence he’s a Vampire, but a weird homunculus kind. I guess I could have explained it more but I wanted to make this short and sweet. So yes, that’s Al’s story, then after capturing Wrath and Envy, Roy became the new fuhur and appointed Alphonse as the “Ghost of the military” the Soul Alchemist, while they kept searching for a way to revive Edward. They managed to clone Edward from his limbs (Thus Edward’s memories beginning at he age of ten, that was the age of the limbs) and from there they attached his soul, but before they could inform Alphonse of the success, and before his memories could awaken, Edward ran away into hiding. Everyone catch that? Good. Anyway, drop me a line and let me know what you think.

Lechan