Fullmetal Alchemist; Elricest fic dump: "My Personal Moon", "Twilight"
Whee, like the title says. Older Elricest fic dump, huzzah.
Title: My Personal Moon
Author: Kitana
Warnings: PG-13, maybe? Fluffiness, ahoy Elricest, and spoilers for the movie.
***
This place is so much different than what he used to know. Alphonse can compare it clearly now with his memory completely restored. He misses the plush grasses of Resembool that he used to roll around in; he misses the fresh and crisp air that stung his nose if he inhaled too deeply. Vaguely, he misses all the people he used to know. Winry’s cheerfulness, Pinako’s stern love and home-cooked meals, and Izumi. His sensei, twice in a row.
Alphonse knows he can never go back. The gate has been destroyed; it’s gone for good. Whether that impacted alchemy on the other side, he will never know. It’s still hard adjusting to the fact that a clap of his hands doesn’t do anything anymore, but the brunette doesn’t have regrets. Not as he stares at his older brother, the one he gave up so much for and who sacrificed the same, if not more, for him.
Edward’s nose is practically touching the book he’s engrossed in, his long bangs shielding his face. He is re-reading Einstein’s work, and instead of picking out the things that once seemed like answers to the gate, he’s putting the theories into work for this world. Edward’s always working so hard on something.
It gives Alphonse fond memories of studying alchemy with Ed; the times they used to discuss the complexities of the science, rake over the encrypted codes with a fine-toothed comb. Yet, there is a difference now. Alphonse is the warm comfort for Ed’s frustration, when all he used to be was distant reassurance.
Al walks over to where Ed is, overcome by a sudden urge to be near the older boy. He slides over the back of the large chair Edward is sitting in, and maybe it’s him or maybe it’s the chair, but the brunette fits so neatly between his brother and the back of the chair.
“Nii-san.” Alphonse whispers as he loops his arms under Ed’s, and around his chest.
Edward looks back, a faint smile on his lips. “What is it, Al?” he replies. Ed doesn’t remember where their relationship changed, or when he realized that there is more to his brother than just the familial tie. He doesn’t think about it anymore. As long as Al wants to be this way, that’s just how long they will stay the way they are.
Alphonse doesn’t say anything, opting to bury his nose into Ed’s hair instead. Ed’s fine with the silence and goes back to reading. Alphonse’s embrace is soothing, and strangely, Ed feels less stressed. He relaxes into Al’s warmth, and it seems easier to focus on his book.
“You’re tired, nii-san, you should come lay with me.” Alphonse says after a while, when he catches himself falling asleep against the back of Ed’s neck. He may be more sleepy than his brother is, but the ‘tired’ excuse never fails. Edward’s always tired somehow. The blonde just isn’t satisfied with himself until he’s on the brink of exhaustion.
Ed hums a reply and Alphonse takes that as an agreement. The blonde bookmarks his page and drops the book to the floor with a dull thunk, but neither of the boys move afterward. Ed mumbles something to which Al replies to, and the brunette unwinds his arms from Ed’s torso.
The pace is slow as though both boys were experiencing the same spell of sleepwalking. They hit the bed at nearly the same time, and it seems as though they have never broken contact.
Edward pulls Al close, and the last thing he thinks is that it’s always better to sleep with someone nearby.
It’s always better to sleep with Alphonse nearby.
~Owari~
Title: Twilight
Author: Kitana
Warnings: NC-17; armor!Elricest. Alphonse admires Edward’s body in the dark, and it leads to other things. 900+ words.
***
The inn room Alphonse and Edward shared wasn’t very big. In fact, Al could make the width of the room in only three or four steps, but small confines never bothered him much. The room was actually rather quaint if one took the time to appreciate it. Everything about the room was wood, particularly old, cherry-coloured wood, but it was well-kept and polished shiny and beautiful.
There was a fireplace in the middle of the room, and Al made a point to feed it every so often. Edward may be asleep, but that was no reason to let the fire burn to barely-lit embers. Alphonse sighed, as he gave the fireplace another chunk of coarse wood, then looked back at Edward’s sleeping form. The blonde’s covers had slid down to his knees, and his shirt was hiked up mid-chest as per usual.
Alphonse crept towards the bed, slowly to make less noise, and sat down next to the bed with his legs tucked under him. The drapes covering the window were parted only slightly; there was a slice of moonlight that filtered through that seemed to cut through the dancing shadows the fireplace created.
“Nii-san... you really need to stop sleeping like this,” Al whispered, even though he knew Ed was too far into slumber to acknowledge that he was speaking. “You’ll catch another one of those terrible colds and feel miserable for days.”
Yet Alphonse didn’t make any gestures to pull the covers over the older Elric. Instead, he reached out and tentatively touched Ed’s stomach. He didn’t need to be able to feel to know of the scars that arose from shallow wounds. The muscles of his abdomen twitched under Al’s slight caress, and he wondered vaguely whether, even in his sleep, Ed was somehow attuned to the sensation.
Alphonse traced patterns on Ed’s stomach, circling his navel. He paused momentarily when Ed shifted slightly and exhaled deeply. The blonde murmured something unintelligible before stilling again. Alphonse exhaled himself - for a moment he thought that he had disturbed Ed’s slumber. It was too peaceful a moment, and he didn’t want to ruin the serenity.
Satisfied that Ed had fallen back into his slumber, Al continued to make up patterns on Ed’s stomach. Humming to himself, he let his hand travel further up, pushing Ed’s shirt up higher in the process. There were more scars to follow here, crisscrossing and intersecting themselves. Al mapped each blemish one by one, amazed that he never realized how many there actually were. Many stemmed from Ed’s automail, and he traced those too, almost awestruck.
There was a long scar across Edward’s chest, spanning nearly the entire breadth. Alphonse ghosted over it, brushing Ed’s nipple in the process. Edward’s motions repeated themselves - a shifting and a soft exhalation through his nose - and Al also repeated the movement, stroking Ed’s nipple.
It fascinated Al to watch what his touches did to the blonde. His cheeks were flushed, lips were parted and his breathing quickened just slightly, a small breathy noise escaped. Something like that would normally be barely audible, but in the silence of the room, it was almost overwhelming in pitch. The older Elric even trembled and arced a little. Alphonse couldn’t feel the trembling, of course, but he saw it plainly.
“Al...” Ed whispered, his voice low and sleep-softened. His eyelids flickered as though he were waking, and Al paused, finger poised only inches away from Ed’s flesh. Ed’s eyes slid open, hazy and glazed and dark.
If Alphonse could’ve swallowed in nervousness, he would’ve at that exact time. “Er... yes, nii-san?” he replied, slowly bringing his hands together in his lap.
Edward was silent for a stretching moment, and it seemed like it was a reflex of sleep, before the boy reached out towards Al.
“You hand,” Ed started, his flesh hand touching cool metal. “Give it here.” His voice was still that same sleepy softness, only a bit more alert than before.
Confused, Al complied, clasping the blonde’s outstretched hand. He let himself be led, Ed pressing his gauntlet back to his abdomen. He watched, the familiar feeling of enthrallment coming back to him, as Ed guided his hand to stroke his torso. Starting from his nipple and down, over and over, inching further south each time.
Edward pushed Al’s hand down to the elastic waist of his boxers and that drew Al’s eyes. Ed was aroused, straining against thin, moistened fabric. Alphonse gasped, preparing to withdraw his hand, but Ed fingers tightened around the larger ones.
“Nii-san!” Al’s whisper was one of appall.
“Al...” The blonde said, his words breathed like the air itself. “Touch me here... please. I need it.” The look in Ed’s eyes spoke of a strange, foreign need, and Al found himself complying, yet again.
The boxers were nothing but a flimsy barrier that Al easily slid beneath. He was unsure now - what had gotten into Ed? He grasped Edward’s erection in a light grip, unprepared for the low moan that spilled from the blonde, nor how he immediately bucked into the grip. Alphonse began to stroke slowly, and was sure that it was going to be painful, or chafe, or something, but Ed showed no signs of discomfort whatsoever.
In fact, he rocked into Al’s fingers, demands - faster, tighter - bleeding through his moans that increased in frequency and intensity. With words like that rolling so thick and honey-like off of his older brother’s tongue, Alphonse couldn’t help but give in those demands. His pace quickened, and Ed’s eyes slid shut, eyelids flickering again. His fists clutched the sheets tightly, the knuckles of his flesh hand almost white.
The blonde was reduced to repeating Al’s name over and over, and Alphonse felt he could die in that very instant. Edward was so beautifully intense, vibrant even in the darkening room. It was like visual overload for the younger Elric.
“Al, I...” Ed tried to complete a sentence, to warn Al, but orgasm roared up too fast for him. He shuddered, writhing in the firm hold Al had on him. All the tension leaving him in one fell swoop, it seemed like an eternity for Ed before he calmed and his body coming back down into some semblance of control.
Alphonse could only stare, transfixed, at the off-white that covered his black gauntlet as he let go of Ed’s gradually waning erection. As if Edward decided that Alphonse wasn’t stunned enough, he pulled that very same hand to his lips and began to suck each digit, tasting warmth and leather and salt and various other subtle flavours that he wouldn’t even try to identify.
When the blonde had sufficiently cleaned all traces from Alphonse’s gauntlet, Al tried to speak. He wanted some kind of answer; the older Elric’s behaviour was all too perplexing. Edward shushed him and smiled lazily.
Alphonse only sighed as he stood, legs creaking a little from inactivity, taking the forgotten blanket in hand and placing it over Ed.
“Really, nii-san, you’re too much sometimes.”
“Mmm.” Was Edward’s reply. He seemed already half-asleep.
Alphonse glanced over at the fireplace that was just about embers. He had to wash his hands, put more wood into the fire, and think.
Yes, Alphonse felt he had a lot of thinking to do.
~Owari~
Title: Living, Dreaming
Author: Kitana
Warnings: G; slight angst and slight Elricest. Alphonse wishes he could soothe Edward more. 382 words.
***
Alphonse couldn’t understand why Edward did to himself the things he did. He would research for hours on end sometimes, denying himself sustenance or slumber until either Al forced him, or something clicked and Ed found what he had been looking for.
Though he tried not to comment on it, Alphonse couldn’t help but notice the signs of weary on his brother’s young face. No one his age should show so many signs of tiredness, Alphonse would think, and he would feel guilty. He would feel that he was the cause of the older Elric’s suffering.
He wanted to rid himself of that guilt; he wanted to find someway to fix Ed, to fix himself, to be of more use than he was. With that in mind, Alphonse would watch Edward in his peaceful slumber and soothe him in his fitful dreams. If it were only that he were able to place his gauntlet, cool and slightly rough, against Ed’s head and stop the choked sobs and tremors that wracked Ed’s body, then Al would do that.
It may have been selfish for part of his reasoning to be because it made him feel better, but Alphonse knew he that if he had no comfort himself, he would not be able to comfort the blonde who took such painstaking strides to restore his body.
There were times where Al noted that Edward could not have been more beautiful if he tried. Alphonse cherished those times; those times where Ed’s smile was genuine, when the boy didn’t feel that he needed to hide from the world in the name of ‘protection’.
Then there was now. Now where Edward’s mouth was set firm, his whole expression one of grim determination, his body tense with the stresses of their everyday. Alphonse wished that he could take Edward into his arms and hug him, cradle him, until all of the strain left the boy’s body.
It was the one thing Alphonse regretted not being able to feel, was his brother’s warmth. The memory, although vague, gave him something to look forward to when his body was given back to him. It was what kept him going, kept Ed going. The strongest of all the glues that bound Alphonse to Edward.
The promise of ‘some day’.
~Owari~
Title: My Personal Moon
Author: Kitana
Warnings: PG-13, maybe? Fluffiness, ahoy Elricest, and spoilers for the movie.
***
This place is so much different than what he used to know. Alphonse can compare it clearly now with his memory completely restored. He misses the plush grasses of Resembool that he used to roll around in; he misses the fresh and crisp air that stung his nose if he inhaled too deeply. Vaguely, he misses all the people he used to know. Winry’s cheerfulness, Pinako’s stern love and home-cooked meals, and Izumi. His sensei, twice in a row.
Alphonse knows he can never go back. The gate has been destroyed; it’s gone for good. Whether that impacted alchemy on the other side, he will never know. It’s still hard adjusting to the fact that a clap of his hands doesn’t do anything anymore, but the brunette doesn’t have regrets. Not as he stares at his older brother, the one he gave up so much for and who sacrificed the same, if not more, for him.
Edward’s nose is practically touching the book he’s engrossed in, his long bangs shielding his face. He is re-reading Einstein’s work, and instead of picking out the things that once seemed like answers to the gate, he’s putting the theories into work for this world. Edward’s always working so hard on something.
It gives Alphonse fond memories of studying alchemy with Ed; the times they used to discuss the complexities of the science, rake over the encrypted codes with a fine-toothed comb. Yet, there is a difference now. Alphonse is the warm comfort for Ed’s frustration, when all he used to be was distant reassurance.
Al walks over to where Ed is, overcome by a sudden urge to be near the older boy. He slides over the back of the large chair Edward is sitting in, and maybe it’s him or maybe it’s the chair, but the brunette fits so neatly between his brother and the back of the chair.
“Nii-san.” Alphonse whispers as he loops his arms under Ed’s, and around his chest.
Edward looks back, a faint smile on his lips. “What is it, Al?” he replies. Ed doesn’t remember where their relationship changed, or when he realized that there is more to his brother than just the familial tie. He doesn’t think about it anymore. As long as Al wants to be this way, that’s just how long they will stay the way they are.
Alphonse doesn’t say anything, opting to bury his nose into Ed’s hair instead. Ed’s fine with the silence and goes back to reading. Alphonse’s embrace is soothing, and strangely, Ed feels less stressed. He relaxes into Al’s warmth, and it seems easier to focus on his book.
“You’re tired, nii-san, you should come lay with me.” Alphonse says after a while, when he catches himself falling asleep against the back of Ed’s neck. He may be more sleepy than his brother is, but the ‘tired’ excuse never fails. Edward’s always tired somehow. The blonde just isn’t satisfied with himself until he’s on the brink of exhaustion.
Ed hums a reply and Alphonse takes that as an agreement. The blonde bookmarks his page and drops the book to the floor with a dull thunk, but neither of the boys move afterward. Ed mumbles something to which Al replies to, and the brunette unwinds his arms from Ed’s torso.
The pace is slow as though both boys were experiencing the same spell of sleepwalking. They hit the bed at nearly the same time, and it seems as though they have never broken contact.
Edward pulls Al close, and the last thing he thinks is that it’s always better to sleep with someone nearby.
It’s always better to sleep with Alphonse nearby.
~Owari~
Title: Twilight
Author: Kitana
Warnings: NC-17; armor!Elricest. Alphonse admires Edward’s body in the dark, and it leads to other things. 900+ words.
***
The inn room Alphonse and Edward shared wasn’t very big. In fact, Al could make the width of the room in only three or four steps, but small confines never bothered him much. The room was actually rather quaint if one took the time to appreciate it. Everything about the room was wood, particularly old, cherry-coloured wood, but it was well-kept and polished shiny and beautiful.
There was a fireplace in the middle of the room, and Al made a point to feed it every so often. Edward may be asleep, but that was no reason to let the fire burn to barely-lit embers. Alphonse sighed, as he gave the fireplace another chunk of coarse wood, then looked back at Edward’s sleeping form. The blonde’s covers had slid down to his knees, and his shirt was hiked up mid-chest as per usual.
Alphonse crept towards the bed, slowly to make less noise, and sat down next to the bed with his legs tucked under him. The drapes covering the window were parted only slightly; there was a slice of moonlight that filtered through that seemed to cut through the dancing shadows the fireplace created.
“Nii-san... you really need to stop sleeping like this,” Al whispered, even though he knew Ed was too far into slumber to acknowledge that he was speaking. “You’ll catch another one of those terrible colds and feel miserable for days.”
Yet Alphonse didn’t make any gestures to pull the covers over the older Elric. Instead, he reached out and tentatively touched Ed’s stomach. He didn’t need to be able to feel to know of the scars that arose from shallow wounds. The muscles of his abdomen twitched under Al’s slight caress, and he wondered vaguely whether, even in his sleep, Ed was somehow attuned to the sensation.
Alphonse traced patterns on Ed’s stomach, circling his navel. He paused momentarily when Ed shifted slightly and exhaled deeply. The blonde murmured something unintelligible before stilling again. Alphonse exhaled himself - for a moment he thought that he had disturbed Ed’s slumber. It was too peaceful a moment, and he didn’t want to ruin the serenity.
Satisfied that Ed had fallen back into his slumber, Al continued to make up patterns on Ed’s stomach. Humming to himself, he let his hand travel further up, pushing Ed’s shirt up higher in the process. There were more scars to follow here, crisscrossing and intersecting themselves. Al mapped each blemish one by one, amazed that he never realized how many there actually were. Many stemmed from Ed’s automail, and he traced those too, almost awestruck.
There was a long scar across Edward’s chest, spanning nearly the entire breadth. Alphonse ghosted over it, brushing Ed’s nipple in the process. Edward’s motions repeated themselves - a shifting and a soft exhalation through his nose - and Al also repeated the movement, stroking Ed’s nipple.
It fascinated Al to watch what his touches did to the blonde. His cheeks were flushed, lips were parted and his breathing quickened just slightly, a small breathy noise escaped. Something like that would normally be barely audible, but in the silence of the room, it was almost overwhelming in pitch. The older Elric even trembled and arced a little. Alphonse couldn’t feel the trembling, of course, but he saw it plainly.
“Al...” Ed whispered, his voice low and sleep-softened. His eyelids flickered as though he were waking, and Al paused, finger poised only inches away from Ed’s flesh. Ed’s eyes slid open, hazy and glazed and dark.
If Alphonse could’ve swallowed in nervousness, he would’ve at that exact time. “Er... yes, nii-san?” he replied, slowly bringing his hands together in his lap.
Edward was silent for a stretching moment, and it seemed like it was a reflex of sleep, before the boy reached out towards Al.
“You hand,” Ed started, his flesh hand touching cool metal. “Give it here.” His voice was still that same sleepy softness, only a bit more alert than before.
Confused, Al complied, clasping the blonde’s outstretched hand. He let himself be led, Ed pressing his gauntlet back to his abdomen. He watched, the familiar feeling of enthrallment coming back to him, as Ed guided his hand to stroke his torso. Starting from his nipple and down, over and over, inching further south each time.
Edward pushed Al’s hand down to the elastic waist of his boxers and that drew Al’s eyes. Ed was aroused, straining against thin, moistened fabric. Alphonse gasped, preparing to withdraw his hand, but Ed fingers tightened around the larger ones.
“Nii-san!” Al’s whisper was one of appall.
“Al...” The blonde said, his words breathed like the air itself. “Touch me here... please. I need it.” The look in Ed’s eyes spoke of a strange, foreign need, and Al found himself complying, yet again.
The boxers were nothing but a flimsy barrier that Al easily slid beneath. He was unsure now - what had gotten into Ed? He grasped Edward’s erection in a light grip, unprepared for the low moan that spilled from the blonde, nor how he immediately bucked into the grip. Alphonse began to stroke slowly, and was sure that it was going to be painful, or chafe, or something, but Ed showed no signs of discomfort whatsoever.
In fact, he rocked into Al’s fingers, demands - faster, tighter - bleeding through his moans that increased in frequency and intensity. With words like that rolling so thick and honey-like off of his older brother’s tongue, Alphonse couldn’t help but give in those demands. His pace quickened, and Ed’s eyes slid shut, eyelids flickering again. His fists clutched the sheets tightly, the knuckles of his flesh hand almost white.
The blonde was reduced to repeating Al’s name over and over, and Alphonse felt he could die in that very instant. Edward was so beautifully intense, vibrant even in the darkening room. It was like visual overload for the younger Elric.
“Al, I...” Ed tried to complete a sentence, to warn Al, but orgasm roared up too fast for him. He shuddered, writhing in the firm hold Al had on him. All the tension leaving him in one fell swoop, it seemed like an eternity for Ed before he calmed and his body coming back down into some semblance of control.
Alphonse could only stare, transfixed, at the off-white that covered his black gauntlet as he let go of Ed’s gradually waning erection. As if Edward decided that Alphonse wasn’t stunned enough, he pulled that very same hand to his lips and began to suck each digit, tasting warmth and leather and salt and various other subtle flavours that he wouldn’t even try to identify.
When the blonde had sufficiently cleaned all traces from Alphonse’s gauntlet, Al tried to speak. He wanted some kind of answer; the older Elric’s behaviour was all too perplexing. Edward shushed him and smiled lazily.
Alphonse only sighed as he stood, legs creaking a little from inactivity, taking the forgotten blanket in hand and placing it over Ed.
“Really, nii-san, you’re too much sometimes.”
“Mmm.” Was Edward’s reply. He seemed already half-asleep.
Alphonse glanced over at the fireplace that was just about embers. He had to wash his hands, put more wood into the fire, and think.
Yes, Alphonse felt he had a lot of thinking to do.
~Owari~
Title: Living, Dreaming
Author: Kitana
Warnings: G; slight angst and slight Elricest. Alphonse wishes he could soothe Edward more. 382 words.
***
Alphonse couldn’t understand why Edward did to himself the things he did. He would research for hours on end sometimes, denying himself sustenance or slumber until either Al forced him, or something clicked and Ed found what he had been looking for.
Though he tried not to comment on it, Alphonse couldn’t help but notice the signs of weary on his brother’s young face. No one his age should show so many signs of tiredness, Alphonse would think, and he would feel guilty. He would feel that he was the cause of the older Elric’s suffering.
He wanted to rid himself of that guilt; he wanted to find someway to fix Ed, to fix himself, to be of more use than he was. With that in mind, Alphonse would watch Edward in his peaceful slumber and soothe him in his fitful dreams. If it were only that he were able to place his gauntlet, cool and slightly rough, against Ed’s head and stop the choked sobs and tremors that wracked Ed’s body, then Al would do that.
It may have been selfish for part of his reasoning to be because it made him feel better, but Alphonse knew he that if he had no comfort himself, he would not be able to comfort the blonde who took such painstaking strides to restore his body.
There were times where Al noted that Edward could not have been more beautiful if he tried. Alphonse cherished those times; those times where Ed’s smile was genuine, when the boy didn’t feel that he needed to hide from the world in the name of ‘protection’.
Then there was now. Now where Edward’s mouth was set firm, his whole expression one of grim determination, his body tense with the stresses of their everyday. Alphonse wished that he could take Edward into his arms and hug him, cradle him, until all of the strain left the boy’s body.
It was the one thing Alphonse regretted not being able to feel, was his brother’s warmth. The memory, although vague, gave him something to look forward to when his body was given back to him. It was what kept him going, kept Ed going. The strongest of all the glues that bound Alphonse to Edward.
The promise of ‘some day’.
~Owari~