Newbie and Fic: How Edward got his Groove Back
Here's a new member sporting pure and utter crack-a-liscous fic for the senses.
Title: How Edward got His Groove Back
Rating: PG-13(...I think)
Pairing: Elricest with implied Roy/Ed and Roy/Al
Snippet: Step One: Nibble on your partner's ear lobe.
How Edward Got His Groove Back
A jingle of a laugh echoes throughout a tiny bedroom, quickly silenced by a sloppy kiss. Two figures continue to simply bask in the other's presence, as three candles flicker on the nightstand. The older of the two smiles smugly as he drags his nail sluggishly against the flank of his younger brother's side, pinching remains of melting baby fat.
The bronze eyed Elric fixes his brother with a glare that sends a clear warning as he squirms to the other side of the lumpy bed, trying his best to disentangle his legs.
"Ah, come now Al, I was just playing." Edward Elric states matter-of-factly, as he reaches over with a body heated automail (due to prior activities) and drags his brother back into his arms. Al opens his mouth to issue a retort but chokes on his reply as Ed places a very quick kiss on the middle of his forehead.
"Al,” the elder of the two calls tentatively, minutes later and strained his ear to hear the tired snort of a reply. "I have a slight....uh..." the boy coughs allowing his hair to mask the upper half of his face, "...confession to make." he finishes lamely and pinches the bridge of his nose as his brother raises his round face from the pillow and waits with an expected look.
Typically Edward froze and averted his gaze.
"Go on." Alphonse urges softly preparing himself to soundly scold his brother until dawn which would be a good hours away.
"This.....uhhh....this wasn't my first time. I've been with someone else, much before your time.....while you were in the armour.....but don't worry I ended it years ago." Ed adds quickly as he searches his brother's face for a response, becoming unsettled when his brother bows his head. "Al..." he begins softly but ends with a cluck as his brother's chortling laughter becomes more audible.
"Well I should hope so you called it off." Alphonse replies, he had a feeling Ed had been with someone else, their lovemaking was quite enjoyable, not awkward or surprising at all for its quirks; Edward's touch was confident and experienced as if he waltzed this tune with another.
"You're not....mad?" the elder of the two questions softly, a rosy blush paints its way against his cheekbones.
With a shaky laugh, that he hopes for his sake sounds more confident, Al shakes his head ignoring the small twinge of guilt that works its way through his stomach. Speaking of which he was hungry, much like the last time he experienced sex.
Not catching his younger brother’s slip, Ed emits a laugh himself and allows a grin to plaster on his face, drawing his lover into his arms. The teen snuggles his cheek against Al's long hair, which he didn't have the heart to cut, seeing his younger brother idolize him in such a way made him swell with pride.
"Al, this may not have been my first time, but I'm glad that you chose me to be your...the one you....." Ed murmurs not noticing his dear brother go rigid in his arms. Al coughs muttering a quick ummhh between hacks as he twists in his siblings embrace.
Ed raises a golden brow.
"Al." Ed starts the voice was soft but was taking on quiet an edge as he notices his brother's beautiful face shift from guilty to embarrassed to apologetic and woe to Alphonse who saw his brother's face melt from questioning to angry and finally eerie calm rage....
.....with the casual eye twinge, of course.
"I can expl....:"
"Who?" Edward chimes, a single question and wants nothing more than a single answer.
"Ummhh."
"Al."
"Bro...brother if we just talk about this calml...."
"Aaalll."
"TheCol...Imean...TheFuhrer!"
"What!?"
Alphonse sighs biting his bottom lip, "Roy Mustang…..when you were trapped on the other side of the gate."
"...
......
.......AAALLLLLL!!"
*
Many houses away, in the quiet heart of Central, a man given the title of the Flame Alchemist twists in his not-so-alone bed and fidgets upward. Utterly confused he drags thin fingers through a batch of cropped raven hair and peers around his bedroom as a very familiar voice seems to howl his battle cry into the night.
"Roy." two sets of voices chime so sweetly as if honey is dribbling from their painted lips, "Come back to bed." the voices whine as two pairs of arms slither out from the blankets and drag the Fuhrer back under the sheet for another round.
*
"I still don't know, just why it had to be that asshole, in fact why did you have to sleep with anyone in the first place?" Ed questions bitterly as he hunches his shoulder against his left cheek preventing his brother from sucking his neck.
"Brother, you really are in no position to lecture me." the younger Elric huffs, "Don't think I didn't notice your midnight rendezvous while I was in the armour." Alphonse mutters in his best I-am-not-an-idiot voice, "Besides it wasn't really sex between two lovers more like two lonely people licking each others wounds...or…or…just never mind."
"Al, I...." Edward says his eyes softening and his anger as usual quickly melting away before his younger brother.
"I....I know." Alphonse breathes softly and reaches for his brother’s metal hand linking their fingers together. A pregnant pause, "You know I should have known it was the Fuhrer you were seeing and tonight is more proof." the boy laughs as his older brother raises a questioning brow. "Well you know that...that...sequence..."Al was getting goose bumps just thinking about it, "...where you....lifted up my right leg and you....I mean we....." the boy ceases his ramblings with a pink blush.
"Oh, that." Ed said and couldn't help the possessive smirk that dances upon his twitching lips. That little sequence, as his brother so kindly dubbed is The Swirl, a very tricky little number, mess it up not only will the results be very, very messy it will end with the termination of that relationship, if done properly...well he just can't wipe the grin of his face whenever he sees the buckle in Alphonse's knees.
"But what does that have to do with anything?" Ed asks.
"Well he taught it to you...the Fuhrer taught you that little move, although when he did it was....." Al closes his eyes and shudders softly, an invisible tremor threading through his lithe body. He opens his eyes, licking his lips, "....well you know.....brother what's wrong?" Alphonse questions as his sibling stills, his face pinching and taking on a purple hue.
"...
....
.......THAT BASTARD STOLE MY MOVE!"
*
"Ro....Roy that was amazing." a female voice breathes as she swats her chestnut locks from her damp forehead.
"Whe...where...how did you..." the second voice, a bit huskier than the first inquires with a small hitch.
Mustang smirks stretching his taut body as if he is a very fat cat lounging in the sun.
"Came up with that little number myself." he boasts as his two one week lovers look at him with such reverence in their hazy eyes.
"I call it The Swirl."
*
"Fullmetal, I have know idea what you are talking about." Roy smoothly interjects between the boy’s earlier banter, nodding his head to his First Lieutenant, a very clear signal to escort the rest of his subordinates out of the room and shut the doors, of course the Fuhrer's instruction did not specify to keep them from eavesdropping.
Eyes wild, Ed's face contorts into a grimace, the blonde points a finger at his superior, "You....you stole my move!" the boy accuses again. Roy raises a brow to the ceiling and successfully contains his snort, the boy was angry enough and he is in no mood to pay for anymore furniture damage for another one of the boys frequent hissy fits. "Don't play dumb with me, you stole it....you stole The Swirl."
The older of the two hangs his head and bites down a laugh. "Fullmetal, how could you accuse me of such a thing, a man of my stature and skill would never stoop so low, there is such thing as dignity as prid..." the man cuts off as the blonde pinches his nose and narrows his eyes.
"Pee-Ewe, someone get a shovel, that's quite a load you're trying to sell me, but I already know you stole it because my dear brother thinks I took it from you, since you were the one who did it to him first." Ed grumps remembering Al's wanton face as he recalled his intimacy with Roy.
"Fullmetal I...." the man in question pauses and smirks triumphantly at his young charge, "....why would Alphonse, your dear brother think you stole such a thing from me? In fact how would even get that type of impression?" Roy accuses already aware of their illicit lifestyle.
Edward blushes and opens and closes his mouth like a beached fish, "......stop trying to change the subject, bastard." he grumbles. The Fuhrer steps from his desk and places his gloved hands a few centimetres away from the boy’s shoulder, not touching him and thankfully not sparking the fuse.
"Whether I stole your.....move." the man coughs, "Or not, this is definitely not the place to discuss such topics, so you, Fullmetal will have to settle this domestic affair on your own like a proper adult." Mustang declares pushing the boy out the door and into the lap of a very surprised Officer Breda who flops ungracefully to floor.
The Flame Alchemist scans over his flushing men while Hawkeye seems to be gazing at the floor as if she had dropped something, when her invisible inspection is complete she drags her gaze from Ed and finally to her quiet superior.
"Sex Fiends."
*
Alphonse buries his blonde head deeper into his pillow and glares scornfully at the small light that drifts from the crack in his door. He was at it again, he notes as hears the smallest tremor of mumbling and a slight pop from another room. Ever since they had revealed their past experiences, Alphonse's sexual life had hit rock bottom always ending with a "Not tonight, Al."
Yesterday he got so annoyed he hopped out of bed and bounded into the study to see what his brother was as up to but he must have been too loud for Ed pink in the face quickly closed his texts with a thud and must have fallen from his chair in the process because he was in the queerest position, rump in the air and all.
"Brother, this is getting very tiring." the boy sighs as he once again drifts to sleep in a cold and empty bed.
Way into the wee hours of the night the youngest of the Elric family shifts in his sleep and shoves his left arm under his pillow, completely unaware of his brother's antics. Ed raises his head from his numerous books, categorizing from human anatomy to cliché romance novels with male leads given the name Raoul.
"I’ve got it"
*
Alphonse stifles a yawn as he once again settles into his bed to end yet another day. "Goodnight, Broth...oh not researching today?" the boy inquires as his sibling enters their bedroom and approaches the bed with awkward enough ginger steps. "Is there something wrong brot…...grrhh." the boy grunts as Ed tackles him, peppering his face with kisses. "Wha...what's gotten into you?" Al angles his head so his brother could successfully nip his throat.
"You know I'm not satisfied until I get a rise out of you." Edward jokes and brushes his flesh hand against his brother's awakening erection. Al whimpers and arches his back as his body goes into a tremor. "Perfect." the elder of the two alchemists breathes earning a curious look from his brother.
".....you're......er...perfect, my perfect Al." Ed coos oddly as he nuzzles his brother’s neck and adjusts his body so he could properly pin Al, taking a quick sweeping glance towards his arm Edward lowers his head.
"Step one, nibble on your partner's ear lobe."
*
Ed takes in another deep breathe as he juggles his brother in his arms. Yes, he couldn't dismiss the twinge of satisfaction as his sibling stirs half-heartedly in his embrace. Al is boneless and weak as a newborn kitten in his arms as he plants another quick kiss on his round cheek.
"Wha...what was that about?" Al moans truly lost, his sweaty face still contains the star-struck expression.
"Heh, oh just a little project I've been working on." Ed replies.
"....project?" Al murmurs life returning to him. Ed laughs launching up from his bed, nearly knocking Alphonse face first into the floor.
"That's right....The Counter-Clockwise Swirl, by giving an estimate on your throaty moans, which by the way I will be teasing you about tomorrow morning Al, is ten times more stimulating than the regular run-of-the mill Swirl." Fullmetal declares a sheepish look marring his confident features as he settles down.
"....so was I.....was it better than....." Ed trails off unable to finish as Al erupts into chuckles latching onto his arm and nuzzling into his shoulder.
"Honestly brother was that what all your research was for.... I'm going to do us both a favour and not answer that question, you should already know the answer." the younger brother laughs as he detaches himself from his brother and frowns, taking a closer look at the black stain on his hand.
"Brother, what's going o....what is that on your arm?" Al asks squinting in the darkness, the moonlight not providing enough help for the situation.
"Uhhhh...." Ed mumbles, trying to scramble out of bed but only managed to flinch pathetically as his brother turned on the lamp.
"Wha...what is that..." Al inquires raising his voice as he grabs his brother's flesh arm.
"Aaa....Al I just made the move, you can’t expect me to remember the entire ste...."
"Step 7 position your.....uhhh...Brother, CHEAT NOTES!"
Fin(...or is it?)
Omake: Ed comes home from work to a sleepy Alphonse.
"Al." he calls placing a hand on the boys shoulder. "Al." he calls again with no response a gleam forming in his eyes as he pulls away the comforter and drags his hand down his brother's side.
"Al." just a bit lower.
"Mmm."
"Aaaalll." he breathes as he drags his hand across his belly, pinching a bit of skin.
"Mmmhh."
"Alphonse." he sing-songs as he switches tactics and slips his chilled automail into the boys paints and dips into his boxer. "Got ya."
"Haaa.....Oh...God, Brother what is the matter with you?!"
Fin(for real this time)
Title: How Edward got His Groove Back
Rating: PG-13(...I think)
Pairing: Elricest with implied Roy/Ed and Roy/Al
Snippet: Step One: Nibble on your partner's ear lobe.
How Edward Got His Groove Back
A jingle of a laugh echoes throughout a tiny bedroom, quickly silenced by a sloppy kiss. Two figures continue to simply bask in the other's presence, as three candles flicker on the nightstand. The older of the two smiles smugly as he drags his nail sluggishly against the flank of his younger brother's side, pinching remains of melting baby fat.
The bronze eyed Elric fixes his brother with a glare that sends a clear warning as he squirms to the other side of the lumpy bed, trying his best to disentangle his legs.
"Ah, come now Al, I was just playing." Edward Elric states matter-of-factly, as he reaches over with a body heated automail (due to prior activities) and drags his brother back into his arms. Al opens his mouth to issue a retort but chokes on his reply as Ed places a very quick kiss on the middle of his forehead.
"Al,” the elder of the two calls tentatively, minutes later and strained his ear to hear the tired snort of a reply. "I have a slight....uh..." the boy coughs allowing his hair to mask the upper half of his face, "...confession to make." he finishes lamely and pinches the bridge of his nose as his brother raises his round face from the pillow and waits with an expected look.
Typically Edward froze and averted his gaze.
"Go on." Alphonse urges softly preparing himself to soundly scold his brother until dawn which would be a good hours away.
"This.....uhhh....this wasn't my first time. I've been with someone else, much before your time.....while you were in the armour.....but don't worry I ended it years ago." Ed adds quickly as he searches his brother's face for a response, becoming unsettled when his brother bows his head. "Al..." he begins softly but ends with a cluck as his brother's chortling laughter becomes more audible.
"Well I should hope so you called it off." Alphonse replies, he had a feeling Ed had been with someone else, their lovemaking was quite enjoyable, not awkward or surprising at all for its quirks; Edward's touch was confident and experienced as if he waltzed this tune with another.
"You're not....mad?" the elder of the two questions softly, a rosy blush paints its way against his cheekbones.
With a shaky laugh, that he hopes for his sake sounds more confident, Al shakes his head ignoring the small twinge of guilt that works its way through his stomach. Speaking of which he was hungry, much like the last time he experienced sex.
Not catching his younger brother’s slip, Ed emits a laugh himself and allows a grin to plaster on his face, drawing his lover into his arms. The teen snuggles his cheek against Al's long hair, which he didn't have the heart to cut, seeing his younger brother idolize him in such a way made him swell with pride.
"Al, this may not have been my first time, but I'm glad that you chose me to be your...the one you....." Ed murmurs not noticing his dear brother go rigid in his arms. Al coughs muttering a quick ummhh between hacks as he twists in his siblings embrace.
Ed raises a golden brow.
"Al." Ed starts the voice was soft but was taking on quiet an edge as he notices his brother's beautiful face shift from guilty to embarrassed to apologetic and woe to Alphonse who saw his brother's face melt from questioning to angry and finally eerie calm rage....
.....with the casual eye twinge, of course.
"I can expl....:"
"Who?" Edward chimes, a single question and wants nothing more than a single answer.
"Ummhh."
"Al."
"Bro...brother if we just talk about this calml...."
"Aaalll."
"TheCol...Imean...TheFuhrer!"
"What!?"
Alphonse sighs biting his bottom lip, "Roy Mustang…..when you were trapped on the other side of the gate."
"...
......
.......AAALLLLLL!!"
*
Many houses away, in the quiet heart of Central, a man given the title of the Flame Alchemist twists in his not-so-alone bed and fidgets upward. Utterly confused he drags thin fingers through a batch of cropped raven hair and peers around his bedroom as a very familiar voice seems to howl his battle cry into the night.
"Roy." two sets of voices chime so sweetly as if honey is dribbling from their painted lips, "Come back to bed." the voices whine as two pairs of arms slither out from the blankets and drag the Fuhrer back under the sheet for another round.
*
"I still don't know, just why it had to be that asshole, in fact why did you have to sleep with anyone in the first place?" Ed questions bitterly as he hunches his shoulder against his left cheek preventing his brother from sucking his neck.
"Brother, you really are in no position to lecture me." the younger Elric huffs, "Don't think I didn't notice your midnight rendezvous while I was in the armour." Alphonse mutters in his best I-am-not-an-idiot voice, "Besides it wasn't really sex between two lovers more like two lonely people licking each others wounds...or…or…just never mind."
"Al, I...." Edward says his eyes softening and his anger as usual quickly melting away before his younger brother.
"I....I know." Alphonse breathes softly and reaches for his brother’s metal hand linking their fingers together. A pregnant pause, "You know I should have known it was the Fuhrer you were seeing and tonight is more proof." the boy laughs as his older brother raises a questioning brow. "Well you know that...that...sequence..."Al was getting goose bumps just thinking about it, "...where you....lifted up my right leg and you....I mean we....." the boy ceases his ramblings with a pink blush.
"Oh, that." Ed said and couldn't help the possessive smirk that dances upon his twitching lips. That little sequence, as his brother so kindly dubbed is The Swirl, a very tricky little number, mess it up not only will the results be very, very messy it will end with the termination of that relationship, if done properly...well he just can't wipe the grin of his face whenever he sees the buckle in Alphonse's knees.
"But what does that have to do with anything?" Ed asks.
"Well he taught it to you...the Fuhrer taught you that little move, although when he did it was....." Al closes his eyes and shudders softly, an invisible tremor threading through his lithe body. He opens his eyes, licking his lips, "....well you know.....brother what's wrong?" Alphonse questions as his sibling stills, his face pinching and taking on a purple hue.
"...
....
.......THAT BASTARD STOLE MY MOVE!"
*
"Ro....Roy that was amazing." a female voice breathes as she swats her chestnut locks from her damp forehead.
"Whe...where...how did you..." the second voice, a bit huskier than the first inquires with a small hitch.
Mustang smirks stretching his taut body as if he is a very fat cat lounging in the sun.
"Came up with that little number myself." he boasts as his two one week lovers look at him with such reverence in their hazy eyes.
"I call it The Swirl."
*
"Fullmetal, I have know idea what you are talking about." Roy smoothly interjects between the boy’s earlier banter, nodding his head to his First Lieutenant, a very clear signal to escort the rest of his subordinates out of the room and shut the doors, of course the Fuhrer's instruction did not specify to keep them from eavesdropping.
Eyes wild, Ed's face contorts into a grimace, the blonde points a finger at his superior, "You....you stole my move!" the boy accuses again. Roy raises a brow to the ceiling and successfully contains his snort, the boy was angry enough and he is in no mood to pay for anymore furniture damage for another one of the boys frequent hissy fits. "Don't play dumb with me, you stole it....you stole The Swirl."
The older of the two hangs his head and bites down a laugh. "Fullmetal, how could you accuse me of such a thing, a man of my stature and skill would never stoop so low, there is such thing as dignity as prid..." the man cuts off as the blonde pinches his nose and narrows his eyes.
"Pee-Ewe, someone get a shovel, that's quite a load you're trying to sell me, but I already know you stole it because my dear brother thinks I took it from you, since you were the one who did it to him first." Ed grumps remembering Al's wanton face as he recalled his intimacy with Roy.
"Fullmetal I...." the man in question pauses and smirks triumphantly at his young charge, "....why would Alphonse, your dear brother think you stole such a thing from me? In fact how would even get that type of impression?" Roy accuses already aware of their illicit lifestyle.
Edward blushes and opens and closes his mouth like a beached fish, "......stop trying to change the subject, bastard." he grumbles. The Fuhrer steps from his desk and places his gloved hands a few centimetres away from the boy’s shoulder, not touching him and thankfully not sparking the fuse.
"Whether I stole your.....move." the man coughs, "Or not, this is definitely not the place to discuss such topics, so you, Fullmetal will have to settle this domestic affair on your own like a proper adult." Mustang declares pushing the boy out the door and into the lap of a very surprised Officer Breda who flops ungracefully to floor.
The Flame Alchemist scans over his flushing men while Hawkeye seems to be gazing at the floor as if she had dropped something, when her invisible inspection is complete she drags her gaze from Ed and finally to her quiet superior.
"Sex Fiends."
*
Alphonse buries his blonde head deeper into his pillow and glares scornfully at the small light that drifts from the crack in his door. He was at it again, he notes as hears the smallest tremor of mumbling and a slight pop from another room. Ever since they had revealed their past experiences, Alphonse's sexual life had hit rock bottom always ending with a "Not tonight, Al."
Yesterday he got so annoyed he hopped out of bed and bounded into the study to see what his brother was as up to but he must have been too loud for Ed pink in the face quickly closed his texts with a thud and must have fallen from his chair in the process because he was in the queerest position, rump in the air and all.
"Brother, this is getting very tiring." the boy sighs as he once again drifts to sleep in a cold and empty bed.
Way into the wee hours of the night the youngest of the Elric family shifts in his sleep and shoves his left arm under his pillow, completely unaware of his brother's antics. Ed raises his head from his numerous books, categorizing from human anatomy to cliché romance novels with male leads given the name Raoul.
"I’ve got it"
*
Alphonse stifles a yawn as he once again settles into his bed to end yet another day. "Goodnight, Broth...oh not researching today?" the boy inquires as his sibling enters their bedroom and approaches the bed with awkward enough ginger steps. "Is there something wrong brot…...grrhh." the boy grunts as Ed tackles him, peppering his face with kisses. "Wha...what's gotten into you?" Al angles his head so his brother could successfully nip his throat.
"You know I'm not satisfied until I get a rise out of you." Edward jokes and brushes his flesh hand against his brother's awakening erection. Al whimpers and arches his back as his body goes into a tremor. "Perfect." the elder of the two alchemists breathes earning a curious look from his brother.
".....you're......er...perfect, my perfect Al." Ed coos oddly as he nuzzles his brother’s neck and adjusts his body so he could properly pin Al, taking a quick sweeping glance towards his arm Edward lowers his head.
"Step one, nibble on your partner's ear lobe."
*
Ed takes in another deep breathe as he juggles his brother in his arms. Yes, he couldn't dismiss the twinge of satisfaction as his sibling stirs half-heartedly in his embrace. Al is boneless and weak as a newborn kitten in his arms as he plants another quick kiss on his round cheek.
"Wha...what was that about?" Al moans truly lost, his sweaty face still contains the star-struck expression.
"Heh, oh just a little project I've been working on." Ed replies.
"....project?" Al murmurs life returning to him. Ed laughs launching up from his bed, nearly knocking Alphonse face first into the floor.
"That's right....The Counter-Clockwise Swirl, by giving an estimate on your throaty moans, which by the way I will be teasing you about tomorrow morning Al, is ten times more stimulating than the regular run-of-the mill Swirl." Fullmetal declares a sheepish look marring his confident features as he settles down.
"....so was I.....was it better than....." Ed trails off unable to finish as Al erupts into chuckles latching onto his arm and nuzzling into his shoulder.
"Honestly brother was that what all your research was for.... I'm going to do us both a favour and not answer that question, you should already know the answer." the younger brother laughs as he detaches himself from his brother and frowns, taking a closer look at the black stain on his hand.
"Brother, what's going o....what is that on your arm?" Al asks squinting in the darkness, the moonlight not providing enough help for the situation.
"Uhhhh...." Ed mumbles, trying to scramble out of bed but only managed to flinch pathetically as his brother turned on the lamp.
"Wha...what is that..." Al inquires raising his voice as he grabs his brother's flesh arm.
"Aaa....Al I just made the move, you can’t expect me to remember the entire ste...."
"Step 7 position your.....uhhh...Brother, CHEAT NOTES!"
Fin(...or is it?)
Omake: Ed comes home from work to a sleepy Alphonse.
"Al." he calls placing a hand on the boys shoulder. "Al." he calls again with no response a gleam forming in his eyes as he pulls away the comforter and drags his hand down his brother's side.
"Al." just a bit lower.
"Mmm."
"Aaaalll." he breathes as he drags his hand across his belly, pinching a bit of skin.
"Mmmhh."
"Alphonse." he sing-songs as he switches tactics and slips his chilled automail into the boys paints and dips into his boxer. "Got ya."
"Haaa.....Oh...God, Brother what is the matter with you?!"
Fin(for real this time)