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FMA fic, Elricest, Gifted
Title: Gifted
Author: annabeth_fics, Lily
Pairing: Elricest
Genre: Yaoi, first-time, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, lemon, pedophilia (Al is twelve)
Spoilers: end of the series and part of the movie
word count: 3350
Notes: I swear I did not mean Edward to sound so sleazy in this fic. He’s currently sulking over it, in fact.
Summary: “Brother, are you sure we should be doing this?”


Gifted

“Brother, are you sure we should be doing this?” Alphonse Elric battled with his brother’s hands, trying to keep them from unbuttoning his pyjama shirt.

“It’s not something normal brothers do, no, but we’re special. We’ve always been gifted.”

Al smiled a little; pushed Edward’s hands away again.

“Look where that got us last time.”

Darkness passed briefly over Edward’s face, turning beloved features foreign. Al was suddenly sorry he’d spoken thoughtlessly.

“This is different,” Edward said, kneeling on the bed beside Al. “The Gate can’t touch this.”

“But the equivalent trade,” Al protested gently.

“Al,” Edward whispered, leaning over Al so close that he could smell cherries on his breath. “As long as this is our secret, nothing bad is going to happen.”

“What do you plan to do?” Al said, acquiescing quietly. His brother’s logic was nothing to underestimate. Edward had survived; he was a survivor and he’d returned to Al, to Amestris.

Edward reached down and cupped the soft heat of Al’s groin in his human palm. It felt heavy and warm, a little strange. Al, shocked, felt his face flush with colour. Opening his mouth, he met Edward’s eyes, and read the unspoken message there. Beneath Edward’s palm, Al felt himself stiffen and grow, tightening his pyjama bottoms. Edward smiled, but it wasn’t lustful or frightening.

“I’m going to make you feel very good,” Edward promised. He began to move his hand slowly up and down, and Al felt his pyjamas becoming damp, his hair sticking to his forehead. He’d never really imagined doing this with Edward; the few times he’d cautiously touched himself, he’d thought of Winry while he did it. But Edward’s palm spread heat outward through his groin, and it felt soft and heavy, and nothing like his own hand. Awkwardness made him want to curl his legs up, but this was Edward, whom he loved so deeply that everything paled in comparison. His legs sprawled wider of their own accord, and Al’s muscles were liquid and weak. The delicious touch crept slowly down the length of his erection and smoothed under his balls, kneading them oh-so-gently through the fabric. It was a place he’d never even dared to touch himself.

“Al,” Edward said very quietly, “does it feel good?”

And what else could Al say? “Oh, yes.”

Edward placed his automail hand very carefully on Al’s chest, and again began to unbutton his shirt. This time Al didn’t resist. He knew that his brother would never do anything to hurt him, and that eased his mind a little. The buttons slipped easily through the little holes, exposing small slivers of skin in their wake. Al could feel the cooler air of the room rush into the openings in his pyjama shirt and make him shiver. Edward must have noticed, because he dipped his head down and blew on Al’s chest, a sticky warm wash of air, scented with cherries, and this time when Al shivered, it was arousal, not being too cold. Meanwhile, Edward’s hand between his legs was squeezing and releasing his balls very carefully, the pressure orchestrated to give him the most little shocks of pleasure without being uncomfortable. Al found himself squirming on the bed, and wishing like he’d never wished before that something, anything, would come in contact with his erection, which wept in his pants and throbbed beautifully. The fabric of his boxers had felt so very soft when he’d put them on, but now they were scratchy and wicked, causing little prickles of sensation that made him want to gasp but were not enough.

As if Edward read his mind, he slid his hand back up and over the hard bulge in his pyjamas, pressing in gently, rubbing little circles with his thumb. Al bucked his pelvis off the bed and into Edward’s caress, trying desperately to increase the sensation. His brother gave a quiet laugh, and pushed Al’s hips back down onto the bed, once again lowering his head and this time tonguing the skin exposed by the open buttons. Al heard a noise, a choked gasp, and realised it had come from him. Edward outlined his erection with his fingers, and Al instinctively rolled his hips, trying to bring his brother’s focus back inward to the place where it ached. Edward snuck a finger through the gap in Al’s pyjama pants and boxers, and for a moment he didn’t really notice any difference, and then he was suddenly hyper-aware of a calloused finger grazing the skin of his erection. Al moaned, and then wanted to clap a hand to his mouth. Once again he felt his face redden, and he peeked at his brother’s face, and discovered that Edward was flushed and sweating, his cheeks bright apple-red and his bangs loose tendrils against his face.

“Al,” Edward said huskily, drawing little circles on the bare skin with his finger, “can I move inside your pyjamas now?”

Al took a deep breath and nearly choked on it. It felt so amazingly good, to have Edward’s finger where it was -- would his brother’s whole hand feel even better? He managed a nod against the pillow, and his entire pyjama pants were sticking to his bottom and his thighs. Edward spared him another soft smile, and then he inched his hand up Al’s body until it rested just above the elastic waistband. He paused for only a second, then pushed his hand beneath the elastic, and inside Al’s boxers, and then everything came into very bright focus for Al, because Edward wrapped his entire hand around the shaft of his erection. He made another embarrassing little noise, but his brother didn’t seem to mind.

Edward tugged carefully on Al’s erection, and the skin wrinkled up beneath his hand, and then his brother slipped a finger under his foreskin and across his slit, coating itself with the fluid that had gathered there. Al shuddered and felt the back of his pyjama shirt grow wet as if in sympathy. Edward used his automail hand to push the sides of Al’s shirt open, and this time, the burst of cooler air felt like heaven on his overheated skin. Edward lay his steel fingers outstretched on Al’s chest, and he sighed, savouring the feel of the cool metal on his flesh. Inside his pants, his brother was moving his hand a little faster, leaving the leisurely pace of before behind in favour of something more stimulating. And oh God, did it ever feel like that to Al. He felt like flames were creeping along the edges of his skin, and the prickles of his erection were becoming more intense. Edward fisted his arousal, pulling his hand up and down faster and faster, spreading the liquid of his sex around and over the head, and the slippery friction made Al want to cry with the pleasure that was building in his groin. Edward stroked his fingers down the sides, and up the shaft, dancing his thumb across the head, and just before it all came down to a point and exploded, his brother paused and dropped his head and lay his lips against Al’s.

Al didn’t know if it was the kiss which tasted like cherries on his lips or the pressure of Edward’s hand on his erection, but he thrust upwards into his brother’s hand and came, spattering them both. He was breathing so heavily his vision was darkening around the periphery, but that was okay. He felt splendid and languid, and so very, very sated. His mouth opened a little under Edward’s kiss, and then his brother swept his tongue briefly inside before pulling back and sitting up. He lifted his hand out of Al’s pyjama pants and wiped it on the sheets. Al would have complained about having to wash them if he hadn’t been so pleasantly floating. He couldn’t bring himself to care. He panted, and Edward lay down beside him, wrapping his automail arm across his torso.

“Was I right?” he said into Al’s damp skin.

“Oh, yes,” Al said, and closed his eyes, enjoying the weight of his brother’s arm on his body.

“Al,” Edward said, his voice hoarse, “can I come inside you?”

Al’s eyes flew open and searched out his brother’s face, studying it as though he could glean Edward’s meaning. He shrugged, a difficult feat against the bed, and rolled onto his side.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said. Edward moved and Al felt the hardness of his brother’s erection against his stomach. He was a novice in these things, but still, he understood that if he had liked what his brother had done to him, then Edward had probably liked it as well. But Al also knew enough anatomy to know that he didn’t have the necessary parts required to do what Edward had asked for.

“Al,” Edward said again, “you have to tell me if it’s okay. If you don’t want to, we won’t. If at any point you’re uncomfortable, all you have to do is ask me to stop and I will.”

The concern in his voice was evident, and Al wished he knew what his brother was asking for. He knew enough about the mechanics of sex to catch Edward’s drift, but he kept coming back to the reality that he was not female. He was only just beginning to get an inkling that sometimes men did this with other men.

“Brother, I don’t understand how it works between two men,” he said, and felt unequivocally small in that moment. Edward’s sudden bright grin did nothing to dispel the feeling.

“Well,” Edward said, and blushed, “it’s technically an exit, but it can be used for this. Just tell me if it’s okay and I’ll show you.”

And Al knew he couldn’t deny his brother anything; not the young man who had sacrificed his right arm for him.

“All right,” he conceded, and then Edward was sitting up again, hooking his thumbs in the elastic of his pyjama pants.

“I have to take these off,” he said, and Al nodded. His brother worked them down over his hips, down his thighs, and then tugged them off entirely and tossed them onto the floor. His boxers followed suit, and Al found himself exposed to his brother’s heated gaze. And Edward did look very interested now, the tip of his tongue resting in the corner of his mouth, his eyes transfixed on the smooth expanse of skin he’d uncovered. Al wanted to cover himself, but forced himself to ball his hands into fists and clutch them to his sides. It was clear that his brother wanted to look at him, and Al knew without asking that there was nothing Edward found lacking about his little brother. To his surprise and slight mortification, the feel of Edward’s eyes on his crotch made him start to become hard again.

There were a few tense moments, and then Edward backed off the bed, standing and pulling his tank top over his head in one fluid movement. Al amazed himself by staring hungrily at his brother’s chest; drinking in the scars and the toned abdomen, the male nipples that he imagined must look very different from Winry’s. Edward’s jeans came off next, and he kicked them to the side, crawling back onto the bed stark naked and glistening, his own erection full and hard against his stomach, the tip leaking and drizzling down the shaft. Al sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, unballed his hands, and gingerly reached up to touch Edward’s erection. It felt strange under his fingertips; hard and yet the skin was soft with a slightly pebbled texture. Al found that he liked it, and was disappointed when Edward hissed in a breath and gently removed Al’s fingers.

“If you do that,” he said hoarsely, “I might come too soon and you won’t know what the rest of it is like. I think you’ll like it, Al, I really do. There isn’t anything else that compares.”

Al nodded yet again, accepting that his big brother knew what he was doing and that he should simply wait for Edward to give him some sort of instruction. Edward pushed Al’s legs open, and situated himself between them, kneeling. He bent down and kissed the crown of Al’s erection, which felt like a little piece of heaven blooming under his skin.

“I’m going to tell you what I’m doing,” and his brother was ruddy-faced as he said it, “so that you aren’t scared. And if hurts, tell me right away.”

“All right,” Al said breathlessly. Edward lifted his hips and pushed a pillow underneath his bottom, raising him off the bed. Al looked at his brother and flushed, because Edward was staring unashamedly at him, his tongue once again peeking out of his mouth. And then Al realised where Edward planned to put his hard arousal, and he nearly snapped his legs closed, until he remembered that he’d promised to let his brother do this, and that Ed had promised it would feel good. Ed had kept that vow last time, so Al really didn’t have anything to worry about. Edward’s human hand disappeared from his vision, and then returned with a tiny vial.

“This is lubricant,” Edward explained, holding up the clear bottle. “If you were a woman, you’d make your own, but because you’re not, we have to use this. It’s going to be a little cold,” and then Edward unstoppered the vial and poured some of it on his human fingers.

“Brother?” Al asked. He waited for Edward to look up at his face, then continued. “Do you love me?”

“Of course, Al. What a silly question -- I wouldn’t bother doing this if I didn’t love you.”

“Ah. Just checking.”

“I’m going to stretch you with my fingers. Try and relax, it’s an easier entry if you can do that.”

Al took another deep breath and willed it to spread throughout his body, turning his muscles to jelly and feeling his skin cool down. Edward put his middle finger down to Al’s puckered hole, pressing inward slowly. Al sucked in a breath; Edward was right, it was cold! A moment later he forgot all about the temperature and the finger sank in up to the knuckle. It felt incredibly bizarre, like when he was full and needed the bathroom. He was going to tell his brother that, when Edward crooked his finger a little.

“Try to get used to the feeling; it’s normal. It’ll be more profound when my cock is inside you, but you should be okay, and then it will be very good, just trust me,” Edward said. Al let out the breath he was holding and nodded against the pillow. Edward inserted a second finger and scissored the two of them inside Al’s body, and one brushed against something that felt at once sharp and liquid. It made him dizzy for a moment and the lights of the room winked out of his vision, then came back into focus. Edward was right; that felt even better than his brother’s hand on his cock. He tasted the word in his mouth, trying it out, and found it bitter. Somehow, it felt right when Edward said it, but Al didn’t like how it felt in his own mouth.

Edward’s fingers slipped slowly out of his body, only to be replaced by something much wider and thicker. Al felt himself tense involuntarily, and then Edward was leaning over him and his tongue was in Al’s mouth, filling them both with the taste of cherries and musk. Al relaxed, and then his brother was pushing in tenderly, his erection stretching Al past the point of comfort. He gave a little pained gasp into his brother’s mouth, but he didn’t want to say it hurt just yet -- mostly, it was just uncomfortably full, and Al truthfully couldn’t say he liked that part of it much. The lubricant on his brother’s arousal eased the passage immeasurably, but it was cool and slick and combined with the hard flesh it was overwhelming. Al surprised himself by arching his hips up further, and then Edward was lifting Al’s knees onto his shoulders, which made the angle better and easier to bear. Time slowed down for Al as his brother entered him, and then it came to a clinging point. Edward stopped, and gripped Al’s hip just over the bone.

“I’m all the way in,” he said, and Al opened his eyes. He’d expected more pain, or something more, rather than this full stretched feeling. Just at the edges something flickered, and Al arched into it, wanting to feel it completely. Edward shifted, and Al’s breath whooshed out; the very-uncomfortable sharp feeling was back, and he widened his eyes, searching Edward’s face. His brother was looking strained, but he held his position, letting Al adjust.

“I’m all right, Brother,” he said. It wasn’t painful, not really. And Edward had promised, which meant there was still something more to do. Edward forced a smile and then withdrew a little.

“I’m going to move now,” he said and his voice was stretched thin. Ed clutched both of Al’s hips with his hands and pulled out, thrusting a second later. At first they were shallow, and Al twisted the bedsheets up in his fists, waiting for the pleasure he’d been promised; then his brother angled deeper into his body and drove home wildly, which stroked every nerve in Al’s body and came to a bursting point against something he couldn’t identify but which made his body arc off the bed and his breath wheeze in his chest. He heard a hoarse shout and didn’t know if it was his brother’s or his own.

Al felt his brother’s balls slap against his bottom, and his erection was sheathed deep in his body, and then Edward paused, his head hanging, his hair stringy with sweat and brushing against Al’s chest.

“If I’m lucky,” he said pantingly, “I hit your prostate at least once. That feels amazing.”

“Oh, yes,” Al panted back. His brother withdrew and thrust again, and now he let up on Al’s hips a little, letting him bring his pelvis off the bed to meet each thrust. Sweat pooled on his brow and slipped down his cheek, the room felt stiflingly hot, and every sensation he could imagine was bound up in the feel of his brother’s cock inside his body. Strange, that now the word felt apt, and tasted sweet, as Edward gave a sudden yell and his arms quivered. There was a hot rush and Al knew that Edward had achieved orgasm, those things he’d read about and very recently experienced, and then his brother was kissing him all over and pulling out of his body. He collapsed onto his side, dragging Al as close as he could into his embrace, finding Al’s sweaty temple with his lips.

“Was it good?” he asked, and stroked little circles on Al’s chest with his human fingers.

“I love you,” Al replied, and knew that Edward would get his meaning, for there were no words to describe how good it had been to belong to his brother completely.

“Oh, Al, you were perfect,” Edward said. Al smiled. He hadn’t really done anything, but it pleased him to have his brother think so.

“Nngh,” was all he could manage. His body was thrumming and he wasn’t sure if he’d come a second time, until he accidentally ran a finger through something sticky on his belly. He supposed he must have come when Edward had hit his prostate. His eyes dripped closed. He really should get them up and into a bath, but he couldn’t summon the energy required.

“Goodnight, Al,” his brother said, and Al felt his lips curve into a smile. “I’ll wash the sheets,” he added, and Al relaxed bonelessly into the bed. It was all right, then; he could just go to sleep, which was what he did a mere second later.

end.