I Can't Believe It... Another "Skeletons" Lemon! o_O
Hey guys! I... um... well, I really have NO IDEA why this ended up getting written. Honestly. And yet, here it is... for your reading pleasure.
Title: Skeletons
Type: BONUS SMUT ONE-SHOT (However, it's directly related to the first Bonus Smut One-Shot, which can be found here: http://community.livejournal.com/elricest/436804.html#cutid1)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: EdwardxAlexander
Warnings: Edward and Alex... having kinky bathroom sex. ...yep. X3
Summary: Everyone has skeletons in their closet-or, perhaps, hidden behind their shower curtain.
Disclaimer: Actually, I do sorta own this… *clings to Edward and Alexander* But, as always, FMA isn’t mine.
Author’s Note: I really have no idea why the hell I’m writing this; I don’t like writing smut as much as I enjoy reading it… And though you’ve all pretty much assured me otherwise (*blush*), I don’t think I’m very good at it, either. But here I am…
Again. ^_^;;;;;;
I think this may Edward and Alexander’s revenge on me for dragging out their romance. ^_~
Ah well. In any case, this is directly related to the first “bonus smut one-shot”-it begins where the first one ends. Unfortunately, it’s not a foursome this time; just Edward-on-Alex-action. But if you can live with that, please enjoy! X3
(…this smut is becoming a chapter fic in-and-of itself… -_-;;;)
Dedication: Once again, for Lessa and Su-chan-Lessa, because I can’t get “Brother’s Exchange” out of my head (XD); and Su-chan, because of your constant encouragement. Usually in the form of: “ALEXANDER IS A HORN-MACHINE; DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.” ^_~
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I was angry.
I was frustrated.
And yes, I was so hard that I could barely stand. But that’s no excuse-I never should have spoken so irrationally. So… immaturely. The words still echo inside of my head, like the lyrics to a terrible song: “‘And THREE-GO SCREW YOURSELF, BIG BROTHER!’”
…I should have known better than to tempt him.
And yet…
Somewhere, deep inside- I’m really glad I did.
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Skeletons
BONUS SMUT
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The bathroom was always freezing at night.
Always. It could be the middle of summer or the peak of winter; a weekend or a weekday; AC on or AC off. It didn’t matter. Somehow, the inflexible temperature always managed to stay somewhere in the vicinity of ‘Arctic Chill.’ Pleasantly comfortable for stray polar bears, to be sure- but for humans such as Alexander Elric, ‘blizzard-like conditions’ were generally frowned upon.
Especially in one’s bathroom.
And especially at night. It certainly made using the toilet irritating; nobody wants a good case of frostbite on their feet or rears; nor does anyone wish to be completely roused from their dream-induced haze hours before necessary. But this was, of course, a generalization. A hasty one, in fact. Because even Alex had to admit that, once in a great while-
(Though not, he was embarrassed to confess, that great-)
He was thankful for the frosty air.
And tonight, it seemed, was going to be one of those times.
Closing the wooden door with the softest ‘thump’ he could manage, the teenage boy closed his eyes-trying unsuccessfully to swallow his rapidly beating heart. It currently seemed to be lodged in his throat… and was showing no signs of wanting to slide back into place. “Dammit,” the brunette whispered as his fingers inadvertently loosened; his quilt slid down his hips with a rustling, teasing brush of air.
It was almost too much to bear.
“Ah-!” Alexander choked on his own breath, collapsing silently upon the toilet seat. ‘Curse these stupid dreams-!’ Visions and flashbacks, visions and flashbacks kept playing over and over inside his head… Knuckles whitening and toes clenching, his hardening erection gave an entirely painful throb. “Dammit!”
It really was going to be one of those nights…
Alex swallowed, feeling somewhat light-headed as his hands trailed downward- lowering his sweatpants as carefully and quietly as he could. He couldn’t make a sound-(‘What if mom or dad hears?’)- he didn’t want to make a sound- (‘What if BROTHER hears?’)-. And yet, the brunette couldn’t stop himself from mewling in aching pleasure as the elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms slid over his stiffened cock.
‘I can’t already be this hard,’ he thought with a flush, gnawing on his bottom lip in order to keep himself silent. His heartbeat was already so loud, echoing in his ears… surely someone was going to hear it soon. ‘It was only a freakin’ dream-! Only a dream!’ But no matter what he had told Edward, it had been a good dream- even just remembering it was enough to make his dick thrum with desire. And need.
His insides were alive again, coiling and twisting and writhing; unbearably hot beneath his skin. Rippling, tightening, seething, bubbling… Gasping as the sensations wore on, Alexander curled in upon himself- finally succumbing to the inevitable:
A trembling hand lowered, stroking his crying shaft.
It felt heavenly. Only just managing to stifle a moan, Alexander closed his fingers around himself, giving a light, desperate tug. His shoulders shuddered; air came to him in shallow gasps. “Aaa…!” the boy squeaked mutely, perspiration clinging to his auburn bangs as he screwed up his face to keep from sobbing. The brisk beating in his ears had vanished, replaced by a deafening rush-screaming blood and his own harsh breathing. He began to move his fist rapidly, roughly pumping himself as images raced through his mind…forbidden images, all too fresh in his brain. And before he could stop it, he heard the strangled whisper fall from his lips:
“Ed…ward…!”
“Yes?”
“-!”
Alex’s heart stopped; his hand froze. He would have shrieked if he’d had the breath to do so-for standing there (quite calmly, it should be said) with his back carelessly pressed to the door… was his older brother: nonchalantly clicking the lock into place.
The tall blonde grinned- waving as if in hello- before moving a finger to his lips, smirking mischievously. “You forgot to lock the door,” he whispered unnecessarily, clearly enjoying himself. “You should be sure to do so in the future; who knows who could walk in while you’re busy?”
Alexander gapped at him, open mouthed; pale as a ghost. “Brother-!” he then hissed, cheeks coloring as he tried to cover himself with his discarded quilt. But as Edward currently had his foot upon it, it was proving to be quite a difficult move. And Ed certainly wasn’t making it any easier. (Consequently, Alex settled for blocking himself from view with his palms.) “Brother, get out of here!”
“Why?” the older sibling inquired happily, stuffing his hands into his back pockets. “I need to use the bathroom, too.”
“…” Alex could only manage a blank stare, utterly exasperated. “What?”
“I do,” Edward insisted, though his growing leer was quickly giving him away. “You told me to go fuck myself-didn’t wanna do it in the bedroom. So I figured I’d wait my turn… but you were taking so long in here, I decided I may as well see what the problem was.”
…he couldn’t possibly be serious.
“Brother!” the brunette snarled faintly, face crimson as his erection only got worse-why did Edward have to stare at it?! “Get the hell out of here!”
Ed arched an eyebrow, deeply amused. “No.”
The word, though murmured softly, echoed as if shouted off of the frosted tile walls. Alexander felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him; his stomach gave a funny lurch. From nerves? From fear? From excitement? He couldn’t tell.
And then Edward began walking: moving leisurely, closer and closer and closer… until he stood before his baby brother, golden hair swirling in the silence. “No. I don’t want to.”
He waited a moment for some sort of response. But Alexander (already strained from stress and his screaming hard-on) could think of absolutely nothing to say. So instead, undeterred, the blonde continued: lowering himself to a crouch directly in front of Alex’s quaking hands. Grinning, he gently placed his own hands upon them; the brunette gasped as the added heat poured through his fingers- as if they were made of paper, not flesh. So hot-! In a state of mild shock, he didn’t even notice when Edward pealed their hands away…
Until a new heat encased his cock. The heat of another’s mouth.
With a spasm of surprise, Alexander’s features burnt- burnt nearly as badly as his insides. “Ah-!” he mewled, only just managing to muffle the sound with his fingers. A tear of surprise collected in the corner of his eye, slipping down his clammy cheek… Edward’s expressive eyes cast him a smoldering upward glance.
“Quite the problem you have here…” he drawled, pulling back to lick the tip of his sibling’s rigid dick. “From a nightmare, you said?”
“Br…brother…!” Alex whimpered pitifully, almost falling off of the toilet. Ed’s hand caught him just in time, stilling his tremors.
“Was I in your dream, little brother?” Edward asked again, as idly as if they were discussing the weather. He lifted a pair of casual fingers, running them though Alex’s soft nest of pubic hairs; Alexander responded with a whimper of need, shaking his head. Long, auburn strands stuck to his damp torso. “Tell me the truth, Al…”
The boy shook once more, nose scrunching as another gasp was elicited from him-this time by a feather-light kiss. Alex threw his head back, clamping both hands over his mouth.
“That’s funny,” Ed hummed, allowing his tongue to run the length of Alexander’s manhood-as if sucking on a popsicle in summertime. “I could have sworn that I was… on account of all those noises you made.” He shot his little brother a second look, amber pools alive in the dimness: crackling like coals. “It’s amazingly hard to sleep, you know, with a certain someone’s cute little voice gasping and moaning and calling your name every five seconds.” He smirked, massaging Alex’s balls-just to hear him yelp. “You’re quite the tease.”
“Edward-!” Alexander moaned, chest heaving; muscle shirt stuck uncomfortably to his skin. He gazed down at his older sibling with watery eyes, torn between apprehension and crazed need. And the panic was winning… no matter how slowly.
Ed frowned lightly, quickly sitting up. “Shhh,” he softly soothed, reaching out and wrapping his arms around the brunette’s thin neck, nuzzling his pale collar bone. Alex stiffened slightly, taken aback by the tender caress, but his bewilderment quickly melted away- instinctively falling forward and into his brother’s embrace. “I’m not going to hurt you, Al…” the taller boy assured, playing with the ends of his brother’s hair. “I just want to make you feel really, really good.”
Alexander automatically blushed, lashes fluttering. ‘I’ve heard that line before…’ But that time, it had been a dream. And now…?
Tilting his chin, Alex took a moment to scrutinize his sibling-momentarily stunned by the seriousness in Edward’s tawny eyes. This really wasn’t a joke to him… and if that stare wasn’t enough to convince him, the hardening piece of anatomy that was pressing against his own cock was.
Without a second thought, he felt his lips crash against the other’s; pressing frantically closer as they toppled to the floor. It was so cold, so deliciously cold against their sweltering bodies… “Brother…!” Alexander gasped noiselessly, quickly swallowing Edward’s returning groan. Strong hands gripped Al’s arms, then his shoulders, then his back; he shivered excitedly as a foreign tongue grazed his own. It was electric- and he could feel the pleasurably bitter taste of cigarettes and dark chocolate fill his mouth. “Brother… Edward-!”
“Al…!” Ed choked, tossing his head with a moan. The blonde’s silk-soft locks, currently bound in a ponytail, spilled around him like rays of sunshine, illuminating his rosy complexion. Alex marveled at his beauty for a moment-but was soon distracted by the fierce grinding of their hips. He could only see bright spots of light after that. “Al…” the elder groaned for a second time, rolling over so that he was on top; Alexander’s legs looped around his as Edward’s arms encased the smaller boy. “Al, I- I really want to- but if you want me to stop-”
“Do it,” Alex ordered huskily, breathing in his brother’s unique scent: the sweet remnants of eraser crumbs and pencil shavings mixed with salty sweat. So very Edward… he couldn’t resist trailing his tongue down the elder boy’s bare chest, just to see what it tasted like. Ed barely managed to silence his cry of staggered longing.
“Al… Al, are you sure-?” Edward rasped, voice gruff and low and nearly enough to send Alexander over the edge right there. Instead, he pressed closer; relishing the savory sensation of friction as it tore at their erections. “Oh my God-!” the blonde hissed, eyes jamming shut; impulsively bucking and pulling Alex closer. But it wasn’t close enough…
“Do it,” Alexander demanded once more, arching as his brother’s lips began to attack his throat, nipping and suckling at his sticky skin. The mouth worked downward; hands that weren’t his own slid over his ass… too slowly, too hesitantly. “Dammit, Edward-!” he nearly sobbed, kissing any empty inch of flesh he could find as years of tension and silent yearning finally broke through: “Fuck me now!”
…For the first time in his life, Edward stared at his younger sibling in complete and utter shock.
Then he grinned; wild golden eyes flashing like lightening.
Whatever doubt had lingered moments before had obviously vanished like the morning fog; Alexander felt (rather than heard) a gasp force its way between his lips as his brother suddenly gripped him tightly-
And encased him in the blanket?
‘Wha…?’ Confused, Alex bat weakly against the concealing heat. (Its fuzzy warmth was nearly unbearable against his already inflamed flesh...) “Bro-?” he started to ask, voice ragged and hushed, but the inquiry ended in a muted “Eeep!” as he was lifted into the air. “Edward-!”
“Shhh,” the other soothed- and Alexander felt his back touch an icy incline: cold and smooth and hard. The quilted cocoon was pealed away; his eyes were free. He was in the bath tub, pressed to the end opposite the faucet. Edward crouched above him, between his spread knees, pulling the opaque curtain closed. Shhhhhhhhhhhnk. The dim room seemed dimmer-but his brother’s topaz pools glowed more brightly than ever.
“What was that for…?” Alex questioned breathlessly, hands curling beside his cheeks. “And the blanket…?”
Edward smirked, leaning forward- barricading Alexander with his hands as he kissed his neck and visibly pounding pulse. “The curtain will help muffle the noise a bit,” he purred, rolling his hips. (In a vain attempt to keep quiet the brunette threw back his head, biting his bottom lip until it nearly bled.) “The blanket is to keep you from getting cold. I don’t want you getting sick again.”
“…” Alex frowned, face glowing and chest quaking as he looped his legs around his brother’s waist, clinging to him tightly. “I won’t get sick,” he all but pouted, tangling his fingers in Ed’s hair. The latter moaned, long and low-ripping off the younger teen’s rumpled shirt in order to lavish his chest with love bites and kisses. “I’m not… a china doll, you know.”
Edward paused, amused- toying with Alex’s nipples until they were taut and rosy. (Alex responded with strangled gasps and groans, squirming beautifully.) “I know… but I’ve always sort of thought of you as one.” He chuckled, trailing up to nip the underside of Alexander’s chin. “Your delicate frame… your pale skin… your pretty face… But I suppose that’s just the artist in me talking.”
Artist or not, Alexander redden horribly; turning his head away from his brother’s with a lick of his lips. “I’m sure you say that to all the boys,” he softly teased, trying to hide his pink face with his hair. But Edward simply swept it away, brushing their mouths together in a fleeting kiss. And though they were hard to see, half-lidded as they were by thick lashes, Alex could feel the solemnity in his sibling’s dark-eyed gaze.
“No,” Ed whispered, locking the other teen’s arms above his head. The tile-covered wall felt like a sheet of ice-but it was no where near cold enough to cool either down. “Just you.”
Alexander all but purred, eyes glittering with flustered pleasure- using his legs to draw Edward down. Their lips met in a frenzy of careless pushing and gasping, tongues battling for dominance as their hands loosened and drifted; grabbing whatever there was to grab. “Brother-!” Alex choked, arching urgently as their bodies meshed, chests slick with sweat and long hair tangling. “Brother, please…!”
Edward grunted, pressing his face into the brunette’s shoulder; reaching blindly over the edge of the tub and making a wild grab for something. For what, Alex could only vaguely ponder-too far gone to seriously wonder anything-but he wasn’t kept in the dark for long. It ended up being a small bottle of pastel pink hand lotion that he’d seen earlier, sitting innocently by the towel rack. Edward glanced at it fuzzily, seemed to decide it would work, and quickly popped the lid. The room soon smelt of roses…
Hissing faintly, the blonde swiftly lathered his fingers in the lotion; bending over to kiss Alexander’s stomach in warning. Alex hiccupped, wriggling beneath the feather-touch. “This may feel weird…” Ed cautioned hoarsely.
It did. The younger boy gave a strangled gasp as the lubricated digit was pushed inside of him, stretching the narrow passage. “Ed…ward…” he whimpered, face scrunching cutely as he wiggled, legs involuntarily spreading wider. “It…”
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” Edward asked gently, lavishing attention on Alex’s abdomen. (The younger boy wished he’d move lower; his cock was still burning dreadfully.)
“N-no…it’s just…strange…”
“Relax,” Ed commanded calmly, in a voice so velvety soft that Alexander automatically complied. A second finger slipped in, pushing deeper and wider in a scissoring motion. Alex squeaked, tensing slightly, but soon forgot the discomfort as Edward’s tongue trailed up his sides; dipping into his ticklish navel one, two, three times. The world was a blur-an exotic mixture of fire and ice as the brunette neared sensory overload.
Then the fingers were gone.
And Alex felt his world snap back into sharp relief.
“Ah-!” he squealed, the sound muffled by the rubbing of their bodies. Edward groaned, eyes jammed shut as he eased himself into his brother- trying not to hurt him. His arms trembled, flaxen bangs sticking to his face; it was all he could do to keep from slamming into Alex. Alex, in turn, tried to lay still; swiftly growing accustomed to the dulling sting as the slick, unfamiliar entity filled him… He coughed once, straining to keep tears from forming in his eyes-instead yanking Edward down and into a fevered kiss.
“Brother…” he whimpered, warmly nuzzling his lover. “I love you…”
He felt his left leg loop around the rim of the tub; the other was held firmly against the frigid wall by Edward’s strong hand. Alex lifted his ass an inch or two, moaning his brother’s name. Ed was all the way in. He smiled.
“I love you, too.”
Things quickly sped up; a swirl of color and feeling. Alexander managed to gulp down a great number of needy cries, clawing urgently at Ed’s damp back. The heat between, around and inside of them was crushing-maiming and rearranging their innards as they moved to meet one another, desperate for release. Edward’s fingers clenched tightly around the quilt; Alex could feel him shaking as he thrust deeper and harder and faster. The younger boy gasped in indescribable pleasure, his thrashing head smacking into the linoleum rim with muffled thuds. He desperately rocked along, using the shape of the tub to assist his movements-his loins flamed, his abdomen felt scalded, blistered, and scorched… he couldn’t take it much longer-
“Edward-!”
“Al. . . Alex-! Alexander-!”
And then Ed hit it-that spot he’d heard Rosalie talk about; the one that sent him over the edge, unable to see anything but exploding white stars. “Brother-!” he silently screamed, his entire body shaking as his climax finally hit. Edward convulsed, too, releasing himself with a choked gasp- kissing Alex tenderly as the younger boy grinned, closing his eyes… passing out from bliss and exhaustion.
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When Alexander woke up the next morning, it was to be promptly bombarded with an emotional truckload of confusion. Speedily sitting up in bed- clean and dry and most definitely not covered in cum- the bewildered teenager allowed himself a moment or two to blink blankly into space, trying to sort through his thoughts. What happened? Was it all a dream? Well, the first part most certainly had been- ‘It’s not like Grandpa and Great Uncle Alphonse could have come back from the grave, 80 years younger…’- but the second bit…? (He colored, hiding his face in his hands.) That part had seemed real enough… but dreams usually did, so…?
He scratched his head, running his fingers through his tangled, waist-long tresses.
But he couldn’t come up with any answers.
Shrugging and deciding it was probably for the best-and that it would be better, his cobwebbed mind told him, to (just for the moment, anyway) let it go- Alex rolled out of bed, easing his way into the kitchen. (For some reason, his legs and middle felt really, really sore…)
9:02 AM. The digital clock over the microwave flashed perkily at him, glinting in the reflected beams of sunlight that poured through the giant glass windows. Saturday morning... Alexander muttered a muted, thank-filled prayer as he realized that fact, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. ‘I’m so exhausted… I’ll take a nap in the hammock or something.’
That decided, Alex promptly pulled a chair up to the table, munching lazily on some cereal as his mind began to work the rust off of the kinks and cogs in his brain. Pausing hesitantly, he started to toy with his overly-long pajama sleeves- (‘Were these the PJs I went to bed in…?’)- trying to think things through-
When Edward suddenly walked in, dressed not; as was usual on his free days; in a pair of faded, unzipped jeans- but in loose black slacks and a gray turtle neck. Over this, he wore his old lab coat, the one which doubled as a paint smock.
Alex nearly spat out a bite of Cheerios at the mere sight of him.
“Morning,” Ed greeted casually, yawning as he opened up the refrigerator, burying his nose in its contents. (Alexander, meanwhile, tried to get his heart to start beating again… and quickly applied a paper napkin to his bleeding nose. ‘What the hell was that all about?’ he scolded himself, blushing.) “Dad told me to tell you that he’d be in the office all day. D’you know if mom bought more grape juice?”
It was as if nothing had happened. Had anything happened-?
“I think she’s at the store right now-the grocery list is missing from the side of the ‘fridge,” Alex replied-but to his horror, his voice came out a squeak. He prayed that Edward wouldn’t notice, but of course he did; turning just enough to arch an eyebrow.
“…you okay?” the blonde inquired, sounding mildly entertained. “You look like a strawberry.”
“Er- yes! Yes, I’m just fine-!” the brunette choked, trying fruitlessly to gather the remainder of his shattered composure. “I just had this…um… really weird dre-!”
But he broke off in a hurry as Rosalie’s furious scream filled the house.
“…oh my,” Ed drawled, blinking in surprise as their little sister stormed into the kitchen, stomping furiously and positively seething with rage. Dressed in a halter top and khaki Capri’s, she glowered dangerously-hoop earrings jingling in fury. There was a long, tense pause…
And then she slammed down a half-empty, pastel pink bottle.
Alexander’s face flamed. ‘Oh my God…’; Edward simply regarded the lotion with careful curiosity.
The teen girl snapped.
“I really don’t care,” Rosie snarled, ice-blue eyes flashing, “what the HELL you two chose to do in the bathroom at 3 in the morning- no matter how kinky. But this lotion cost me a SHIT-LOAD, so unless you plan on paying me back- BUY YOUR OWN DAMN LUBE!”
That said, she spun around and stamped away, long hair swaying angrily.
… Edward watched her go with a mixture of amusement and fear playing upon his features, fingering a bottle of apple juice. A brief flicker of consideration crossed his face…“…I guess I’ll go shopping, then,” he finally decided, winking cheerfully at his brother as he disappeared into the confines of the basement.
Alexander, meanwhile, just sat there- apparently brain dead- trying to figure out when the hell he’d fallen back asleep and when he’d finally wake up again.
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Poor Alex… so confused. X3 Ah well, he’ll get over it. ^_~
Thanks for reading!
Title: Skeletons
Type: BONUS SMUT ONE-SHOT (However, it's directly related to the first Bonus Smut One-Shot, which can be found here: http://community.livejournal.com/elricest/436804.html#cutid1)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: EdwardxAlexander
Warnings: Edward and Alex... having kinky bathroom sex. ...yep. X3
Summary: Everyone has skeletons in their closet-or, perhaps, hidden behind their shower curtain.
Disclaimer: Actually, I do sorta own this… *clings to Edward and Alexander* But, as always, FMA isn’t mine.
Author’s Note: I really have no idea why the hell I’m writing this; I don’t like writing smut as much as I enjoy reading it… And though you’ve all pretty much assured me otherwise (*blush*), I don’t think I’m very good at it, either. But here I am…
Again. ^_^;;;;;;
I think this may Edward and Alexander’s revenge on me for dragging out their romance. ^_~
Ah well. In any case, this is directly related to the first “bonus smut one-shot”-it begins where the first one ends. Unfortunately, it’s not a foursome this time; just Edward-on-Alex-action. But if you can live with that, please enjoy! X3
(…this smut is becoming a chapter fic in-and-of itself… -_-;;;)
Dedication: Once again, for Lessa and Su-chan-Lessa, because I can’t get “Brother’s Exchange” out of my head (XD); and Su-chan, because of your constant encouragement. Usually in the form of: “ALEXANDER IS A HORN-MACHINE; DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.” ^_~
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I was angry.
I was frustrated.
And yes, I was so hard that I could barely stand. But that’s no excuse-I never should have spoken so irrationally. So… immaturely. The words still echo inside of my head, like the lyrics to a terrible song: “‘And THREE-GO SCREW YOURSELF, BIG BROTHER!’”
…I should have known better than to tempt him.
And yet…
Somewhere, deep inside- I’m really glad I did.
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BONUS SMUT
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The bathroom was always freezing at night.
Always. It could be the middle of summer or the peak of winter; a weekend or a weekday; AC on or AC off. It didn’t matter. Somehow, the inflexible temperature always managed to stay somewhere in the vicinity of ‘Arctic Chill.’ Pleasantly comfortable for stray polar bears, to be sure- but for humans such as Alexander Elric, ‘blizzard-like conditions’ were generally frowned upon.
Especially in one’s bathroom.
And especially at night. It certainly made using the toilet irritating; nobody wants a good case of frostbite on their feet or rears; nor does anyone wish to be completely roused from their dream-induced haze hours before necessary. But this was, of course, a generalization. A hasty one, in fact. Because even Alex had to admit that, once in a great while-
(Though not, he was embarrassed to confess, that great-)
He was thankful for the frosty air.
And tonight, it seemed, was going to be one of those times.
Closing the wooden door with the softest ‘thump’ he could manage, the teenage boy closed his eyes-trying unsuccessfully to swallow his rapidly beating heart. It currently seemed to be lodged in his throat… and was showing no signs of wanting to slide back into place. “Dammit,” the brunette whispered as his fingers inadvertently loosened; his quilt slid down his hips with a rustling, teasing brush of air.
It was almost too much to bear.
“Ah-!” Alexander choked on his own breath, collapsing silently upon the toilet seat. ‘Curse these stupid dreams-!’ Visions and flashbacks, visions and flashbacks kept playing over and over inside his head… Knuckles whitening and toes clenching, his hardening erection gave an entirely painful throb. “Dammit!”
It really was going to be one of those nights…
Alex swallowed, feeling somewhat light-headed as his hands trailed downward- lowering his sweatpants as carefully and quietly as he could. He couldn’t make a sound-(‘What if mom or dad hears?’)- he didn’t want to make a sound- (‘What if BROTHER hears?’)-. And yet, the brunette couldn’t stop himself from mewling in aching pleasure as the elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms slid over his stiffened cock.
‘I can’t already be this hard,’ he thought with a flush, gnawing on his bottom lip in order to keep himself silent. His heartbeat was already so loud, echoing in his ears… surely someone was going to hear it soon. ‘It was only a freakin’ dream-! Only a dream!’ But no matter what he had told Edward, it had been a good dream- even just remembering it was enough to make his dick thrum with desire. And need.
His insides were alive again, coiling and twisting and writhing; unbearably hot beneath his skin. Rippling, tightening, seething, bubbling… Gasping as the sensations wore on, Alexander curled in upon himself- finally succumbing to the inevitable:
A trembling hand lowered, stroking his crying shaft.
It felt heavenly. Only just managing to stifle a moan, Alexander closed his fingers around himself, giving a light, desperate tug. His shoulders shuddered; air came to him in shallow gasps. “Aaa…!” the boy squeaked mutely, perspiration clinging to his auburn bangs as he screwed up his face to keep from sobbing. The brisk beating in his ears had vanished, replaced by a deafening rush-screaming blood and his own harsh breathing. He began to move his fist rapidly, roughly pumping himself as images raced through his mind…forbidden images, all too fresh in his brain. And before he could stop it, he heard the strangled whisper fall from his lips:
“Ed…ward…!”
“Yes?”
“-!”
Alex’s heart stopped; his hand froze. He would have shrieked if he’d had the breath to do so-for standing there (quite calmly, it should be said) with his back carelessly pressed to the door… was his older brother: nonchalantly clicking the lock into place.
The tall blonde grinned- waving as if in hello- before moving a finger to his lips, smirking mischievously. “You forgot to lock the door,” he whispered unnecessarily, clearly enjoying himself. “You should be sure to do so in the future; who knows who could walk in while you’re busy?”
Alexander gapped at him, open mouthed; pale as a ghost. “Brother-!” he then hissed, cheeks coloring as he tried to cover himself with his discarded quilt. But as Edward currently had his foot upon it, it was proving to be quite a difficult move. And Ed certainly wasn’t making it any easier. (Consequently, Alex settled for blocking himself from view with his palms.) “Brother, get out of here!”
“Why?” the older sibling inquired happily, stuffing his hands into his back pockets. “I need to use the bathroom, too.”
“…” Alex could only manage a blank stare, utterly exasperated. “What?”
“I do,” Edward insisted, though his growing leer was quickly giving him away. “You told me to go fuck myself-didn’t wanna do it in the bedroom. So I figured I’d wait my turn… but you were taking so long in here, I decided I may as well see what the problem was.”
…he couldn’t possibly be serious.
“Brother!” the brunette snarled faintly, face crimson as his erection only got worse-why did Edward have to stare at it?! “Get the hell out of here!”
Ed arched an eyebrow, deeply amused. “No.”
The word, though murmured softly, echoed as if shouted off of the frosted tile walls. Alexander felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him; his stomach gave a funny lurch. From nerves? From fear? From excitement? He couldn’t tell.
And then Edward began walking: moving leisurely, closer and closer and closer… until he stood before his baby brother, golden hair swirling in the silence. “No. I don’t want to.”
He waited a moment for some sort of response. But Alexander (already strained from stress and his screaming hard-on) could think of absolutely nothing to say. So instead, undeterred, the blonde continued: lowering himself to a crouch directly in front of Alex’s quaking hands. Grinning, he gently placed his own hands upon them; the brunette gasped as the added heat poured through his fingers- as if they were made of paper, not flesh. So hot-! In a state of mild shock, he didn’t even notice when Edward pealed their hands away…
Until a new heat encased his cock. The heat of another’s mouth.
With a spasm of surprise, Alexander’s features burnt- burnt nearly as badly as his insides. “Ah-!” he mewled, only just managing to muffle the sound with his fingers. A tear of surprise collected in the corner of his eye, slipping down his clammy cheek… Edward’s expressive eyes cast him a smoldering upward glance.
“Quite the problem you have here…” he drawled, pulling back to lick the tip of his sibling’s rigid dick. “From a nightmare, you said?”
“Br…brother…!” Alex whimpered pitifully, almost falling off of the toilet. Ed’s hand caught him just in time, stilling his tremors.
“Was I in your dream, little brother?” Edward asked again, as idly as if they were discussing the weather. He lifted a pair of casual fingers, running them though Alex’s soft nest of pubic hairs; Alexander responded with a whimper of need, shaking his head. Long, auburn strands stuck to his damp torso. “Tell me the truth, Al…”
The boy shook once more, nose scrunching as another gasp was elicited from him-this time by a feather-light kiss. Alex threw his head back, clamping both hands over his mouth.
“That’s funny,” Ed hummed, allowing his tongue to run the length of Alexander’s manhood-as if sucking on a popsicle in summertime. “I could have sworn that I was… on account of all those noises you made.” He shot his little brother a second look, amber pools alive in the dimness: crackling like coals. “It’s amazingly hard to sleep, you know, with a certain someone’s cute little voice gasping and moaning and calling your name every five seconds.” He smirked, massaging Alex’s balls-just to hear him yelp. “You’re quite the tease.”
“Edward-!” Alexander moaned, chest heaving; muscle shirt stuck uncomfortably to his skin. He gazed down at his older sibling with watery eyes, torn between apprehension and crazed need. And the panic was winning… no matter how slowly.
Ed frowned lightly, quickly sitting up. “Shhh,” he softly soothed, reaching out and wrapping his arms around the brunette’s thin neck, nuzzling his pale collar bone. Alex stiffened slightly, taken aback by the tender caress, but his bewilderment quickly melted away- instinctively falling forward and into his brother’s embrace. “I’m not going to hurt you, Al…” the taller boy assured, playing with the ends of his brother’s hair. “I just want to make you feel really, really good.”
Alexander automatically blushed, lashes fluttering. ‘I’ve heard that line before…’ But that time, it had been a dream. And now…?
Tilting his chin, Alex took a moment to scrutinize his sibling-momentarily stunned by the seriousness in Edward’s tawny eyes. This really wasn’t a joke to him… and if that stare wasn’t enough to convince him, the hardening piece of anatomy that was pressing against his own cock was.
Without a second thought, he felt his lips crash against the other’s; pressing frantically closer as they toppled to the floor. It was so cold, so deliciously cold against their sweltering bodies… “Brother…!” Alexander gasped noiselessly, quickly swallowing Edward’s returning groan. Strong hands gripped Al’s arms, then his shoulders, then his back; he shivered excitedly as a foreign tongue grazed his own. It was electric- and he could feel the pleasurably bitter taste of cigarettes and dark chocolate fill his mouth. “Brother… Edward-!”
“Al…!” Ed choked, tossing his head with a moan. The blonde’s silk-soft locks, currently bound in a ponytail, spilled around him like rays of sunshine, illuminating his rosy complexion. Alex marveled at his beauty for a moment-but was soon distracted by the fierce grinding of their hips. He could only see bright spots of light after that. “Al…” the elder groaned for a second time, rolling over so that he was on top; Alexander’s legs looped around his as Edward’s arms encased the smaller boy. “Al, I- I really want to- but if you want me to stop-”
“Do it,” Alex ordered huskily, breathing in his brother’s unique scent: the sweet remnants of eraser crumbs and pencil shavings mixed with salty sweat. So very Edward… he couldn’t resist trailing his tongue down the elder boy’s bare chest, just to see what it tasted like. Ed barely managed to silence his cry of staggered longing.
“Al… Al, are you sure-?” Edward rasped, voice gruff and low and nearly enough to send Alexander over the edge right there. Instead, he pressed closer; relishing the savory sensation of friction as it tore at their erections. “Oh my God-!” the blonde hissed, eyes jamming shut; impulsively bucking and pulling Alex closer. But it wasn’t close enough…
“Do it,” Alexander demanded once more, arching as his brother’s lips began to attack his throat, nipping and suckling at his sticky skin. The mouth worked downward; hands that weren’t his own slid over his ass… too slowly, too hesitantly. “Dammit, Edward-!” he nearly sobbed, kissing any empty inch of flesh he could find as years of tension and silent yearning finally broke through: “Fuck me now!”
…For the first time in his life, Edward stared at his younger sibling in complete and utter shock.
Then he grinned; wild golden eyes flashing like lightening.
Whatever doubt had lingered moments before had obviously vanished like the morning fog; Alexander felt (rather than heard) a gasp force its way between his lips as his brother suddenly gripped him tightly-
And encased him in the blanket?
‘Wha…?’ Confused, Alex bat weakly against the concealing heat. (Its fuzzy warmth was nearly unbearable against his already inflamed flesh...) “Bro-?” he started to ask, voice ragged and hushed, but the inquiry ended in a muted “Eeep!” as he was lifted into the air. “Edward-!”
“Shhh,” the other soothed- and Alexander felt his back touch an icy incline: cold and smooth and hard. The quilted cocoon was pealed away; his eyes were free. He was in the bath tub, pressed to the end opposite the faucet. Edward crouched above him, between his spread knees, pulling the opaque curtain closed. Shhhhhhhhhhhnk. The dim room seemed dimmer-but his brother’s topaz pools glowed more brightly than ever.
“What was that for…?” Alex questioned breathlessly, hands curling beside his cheeks. “And the blanket…?”
Edward smirked, leaning forward- barricading Alexander with his hands as he kissed his neck and visibly pounding pulse. “The curtain will help muffle the noise a bit,” he purred, rolling his hips. (In a vain attempt to keep quiet the brunette threw back his head, biting his bottom lip until it nearly bled.) “The blanket is to keep you from getting cold. I don’t want you getting sick again.”
“…” Alex frowned, face glowing and chest quaking as he looped his legs around his brother’s waist, clinging to him tightly. “I won’t get sick,” he all but pouted, tangling his fingers in Ed’s hair. The latter moaned, long and low-ripping off the younger teen’s rumpled shirt in order to lavish his chest with love bites and kisses. “I’m not… a china doll, you know.”
Edward paused, amused- toying with Alex’s nipples until they were taut and rosy. (Alex responded with strangled gasps and groans, squirming beautifully.) “I know… but I’ve always sort of thought of you as one.” He chuckled, trailing up to nip the underside of Alexander’s chin. “Your delicate frame… your pale skin… your pretty face… But I suppose that’s just the artist in me talking.”
Artist or not, Alexander redden horribly; turning his head away from his brother’s with a lick of his lips. “I’m sure you say that to all the boys,” he softly teased, trying to hide his pink face with his hair. But Edward simply swept it away, brushing their mouths together in a fleeting kiss. And though they were hard to see, half-lidded as they were by thick lashes, Alex could feel the solemnity in his sibling’s dark-eyed gaze.
“No,” Ed whispered, locking the other teen’s arms above his head. The tile-covered wall felt like a sheet of ice-but it was no where near cold enough to cool either down. “Just you.”
Alexander all but purred, eyes glittering with flustered pleasure- using his legs to draw Edward down. Their lips met in a frenzy of careless pushing and gasping, tongues battling for dominance as their hands loosened and drifted; grabbing whatever there was to grab. “Brother-!” Alex choked, arching urgently as their bodies meshed, chests slick with sweat and long hair tangling. “Brother, please…!”
Edward grunted, pressing his face into the brunette’s shoulder; reaching blindly over the edge of the tub and making a wild grab for something. For what, Alex could only vaguely ponder-too far gone to seriously wonder anything-but he wasn’t kept in the dark for long. It ended up being a small bottle of pastel pink hand lotion that he’d seen earlier, sitting innocently by the towel rack. Edward glanced at it fuzzily, seemed to decide it would work, and quickly popped the lid. The room soon smelt of roses…
Hissing faintly, the blonde swiftly lathered his fingers in the lotion; bending over to kiss Alexander’s stomach in warning. Alex hiccupped, wriggling beneath the feather-touch. “This may feel weird…” Ed cautioned hoarsely.
It did. The younger boy gave a strangled gasp as the lubricated digit was pushed inside of him, stretching the narrow passage. “Ed…ward…” he whimpered, face scrunching cutely as he wiggled, legs involuntarily spreading wider. “It…”
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” Edward asked gently, lavishing attention on Alex’s abdomen. (The younger boy wished he’d move lower; his cock was still burning dreadfully.)
“N-no…it’s just…strange…”
“Relax,” Ed commanded calmly, in a voice so velvety soft that Alexander automatically complied. A second finger slipped in, pushing deeper and wider in a scissoring motion. Alex squeaked, tensing slightly, but soon forgot the discomfort as Edward’s tongue trailed up his sides; dipping into his ticklish navel one, two, three times. The world was a blur-an exotic mixture of fire and ice as the brunette neared sensory overload.
Then the fingers were gone.
And Alex felt his world snap back into sharp relief.
“Ah-!” he squealed, the sound muffled by the rubbing of their bodies. Edward groaned, eyes jammed shut as he eased himself into his brother- trying not to hurt him. His arms trembled, flaxen bangs sticking to his face; it was all he could do to keep from slamming into Alex. Alex, in turn, tried to lay still; swiftly growing accustomed to the dulling sting as the slick, unfamiliar entity filled him… He coughed once, straining to keep tears from forming in his eyes-instead yanking Edward down and into a fevered kiss.
“Brother…” he whimpered, warmly nuzzling his lover. “I love you…”
He felt his left leg loop around the rim of the tub; the other was held firmly against the frigid wall by Edward’s strong hand. Alex lifted his ass an inch or two, moaning his brother’s name. Ed was all the way in. He smiled.
“I love you, too.”
Things quickly sped up; a swirl of color and feeling. Alexander managed to gulp down a great number of needy cries, clawing urgently at Ed’s damp back. The heat between, around and inside of them was crushing-maiming and rearranging their innards as they moved to meet one another, desperate for release. Edward’s fingers clenched tightly around the quilt; Alex could feel him shaking as he thrust deeper and harder and faster. The younger boy gasped in indescribable pleasure, his thrashing head smacking into the linoleum rim with muffled thuds. He desperately rocked along, using the shape of the tub to assist his movements-his loins flamed, his abdomen felt scalded, blistered, and scorched… he couldn’t take it much longer-
“Edward-!”
“Al. . . Alex-! Alexander-!”
And then Ed hit it-that spot he’d heard Rosalie talk about; the one that sent him over the edge, unable to see anything but exploding white stars. “Brother-!” he silently screamed, his entire body shaking as his climax finally hit. Edward convulsed, too, releasing himself with a choked gasp- kissing Alex tenderly as the younger boy grinned, closing his eyes… passing out from bliss and exhaustion.
X
When Alexander woke up the next morning, it was to be promptly bombarded with an emotional truckload of confusion. Speedily sitting up in bed- clean and dry and most definitely not covered in cum- the bewildered teenager allowed himself a moment or two to blink blankly into space, trying to sort through his thoughts. What happened? Was it all a dream? Well, the first part most certainly had been- ‘It’s not like Grandpa and Great Uncle Alphonse could have come back from the grave, 80 years younger…’- but the second bit…? (He colored, hiding his face in his hands.) That part had seemed real enough… but dreams usually did, so…?
He scratched his head, running his fingers through his tangled, waist-long tresses.
But he couldn’t come up with any answers.
Shrugging and deciding it was probably for the best-and that it would be better, his cobwebbed mind told him, to (just for the moment, anyway) let it go- Alex rolled out of bed, easing his way into the kitchen. (For some reason, his legs and middle felt really, really sore…)
9:02 AM. The digital clock over the microwave flashed perkily at him, glinting in the reflected beams of sunlight that poured through the giant glass windows. Saturday morning... Alexander muttered a muted, thank-filled prayer as he realized that fact, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. ‘I’m so exhausted… I’ll take a nap in the hammock or something.’
That decided, Alex promptly pulled a chair up to the table, munching lazily on some cereal as his mind began to work the rust off of the kinks and cogs in his brain. Pausing hesitantly, he started to toy with his overly-long pajama sleeves- (‘Were these the PJs I went to bed in…?’)- trying to think things through-
When Edward suddenly walked in, dressed not; as was usual on his free days; in a pair of faded, unzipped jeans- but in loose black slacks and a gray turtle neck. Over this, he wore his old lab coat, the one which doubled as a paint smock.
Alex nearly spat out a bite of Cheerios at the mere sight of him.
“Morning,” Ed greeted casually, yawning as he opened up the refrigerator, burying his nose in its contents. (Alexander, meanwhile, tried to get his heart to start beating again… and quickly applied a paper napkin to his bleeding nose. ‘What the hell was that all about?’ he scolded himself, blushing.) “Dad told me to tell you that he’d be in the office all day. D’you know if mom bought more grape juice?”
It was as if nothing had happened. Had anything happened-?
“I think she’s at the store right now-the grocery list is missing from the side of the ‘fridge,” Alex replied-but to his horror, his voice came out a squeak. He prayed that Edward wouldn’t notice, but of course he did; turning just enough to arch an eyebrow.
“…you okay?” the blonde inquired, sounding mildly entertained. “You look like a strawberry.”
“Er- yes! Yes, I’m just fine-!” the brunette choked, trying fruitlessly to gather the remainder of his shattered composure. “I just had this…um… really weird dre-!”
But he broke off in a hurry as Rosalie’s furious scream filled the house.
“…oh my,” Ed drawled, blinking in surprise as their little sister stormed into the kitchen, stomping furiously and positively seething with rage. Dressed in a halter top and khaki Capri’s, she glowered dangerously-hoop earrings jingling in fury. There was a long, tense pause…
And then she slammed down a half-empty, pastel pink bottle.
Alexander’s face flamed. ‘Oh my God…’; Edward simply regarded the lotion with careful curiosity.
The teen girl snapped.
“I really don’t care,” Rosie snarled, ice-blue eyes flashing, “what the HELL you two chose to do in the bathroom at 3 in the morning- no matter how kinky. But this lotion cost me a SHIT-LOAD, so unless you plan on paying me back- BUY YOUR OWN DAMN LUBE!”
That said, she spun around and stamped away, long hair swaying angrily.
… Edward watched her go with a mixture of amusement and fear playing upon his features, fingering a bottle of apple juice. A brief flicker of consideration crossed his face…“…I guess I’ll go shopping, then,” he finally decided, winking cheerfully at his brother as he disappeared into the confines of the basement.
Alexander, meanwhile, just sat there- apparently brain dead- trying to figure out when the hell he’d fallen back asleep and when he’d finally wake up again.
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Poor Alex… so confused. X3 Ah well, he’ll get over it. ^_~
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