A Trip to Remember, Fullmetal Alchemist (Ling/Lan Fan/Alphonse)
Title A Trip to Remember
Author- cornerofmadness
Fandom Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer so not mine
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Ling/Lan Fan/Al
Timeline/Spoilers set post 108 so vague spoilers for all
Word Count 1,939
Warning polyamorous sex, boys kissing
Summary Al is have the best vacation of his life.
Author’s Note.Written for Springkink for the prompt ‘Ling/Al/Lan Fan: Washing: There is plenty of room in here for one more’ thanks to seatbeltdrivein for the beta
XXX
Al was on full overload. Xing was so amazing, so very foreign. He hadn’t imagined it would be like this when he cadged a spot on Mustang’s diplomatic team after Al had learned Roy had managed to get Grumman to approve of the four month trip. The older alchemist wanted to see his mother’s homeland. Al wanted to see Ling again. Mustang, not feeling Al needed supervision, had let the young man have free rein and was currently off in his mother’s home providence while Al stayed with Ling. It was less diplomatic work than visiting with old friends.
Ling and Lan Fan had taken him to the theatre after a dinner so large and so wild, Al thought his full belly would make him sleep through the performance. The huge drums on stage ensured that he couldn’t possibly nod off. But even an hour after they left the spectacle, Al was still too thrilled to sleep. Instead, he headed to Ling’s private baths as the emperor had said Al could use them whenever he wanted.
They were natural hot springs, nestled inside a small but decorative building. Dragons soared over the walls and ceiling. Knowing, Ed would kill for those, Al had already purchased a pair of jade ones for him. The building always smelled of minerals and sweet warmth and, since they were Ling’s private baths, they were almost always empty. Oddly, after being isolated from humanity for so long in armor, Al found himself needing time to himself whenever people got too much for him. He enjoyed the quiet. To his surprise, he wasn’t going to get quiet tonight. Ling was already in the water and Lan Fan sat at the water’s edge, her bare feet in the water.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t think anyone would be here,” Al said. “I’ll go.”
“Don’t be silly. There is plenty of room in here for one more.” Ling waved a hand at the inviting water.
“I don’t want to disturb you.”
“Save me from being bored. Lan Fan may strangle me at any moment.” The emperor smirked.
“Would I do that, my Lord?” A subtle smile played at the corners of her mouth.
“I believe you would.”
“So do I.” Al laughed, kicking off his shoes. Ling had already disabused Al from being shy about public bathing. He had nothing to be ashamed of, after all. He shucked out of the rest of his clothing and folded them up on a shelf on the wall, then walked down the marble stairs into the spring, well aware Lan Fan was watching him intently.
While the sides and steps of the bath were finished, the floor wasn’t. Stones, flat and round, met the soft soles of his feet. Al still hadn’t quite worked up a lot of calluses. Water bubbled up from the rocky bottom. Seating shelves had been built into the walls, which were decorated with mosaics and carvings that ringed around the spring. Downward pointing triangles, the alchemic symbol for water, alternated with marble carvings of a bearded man’s face - a face very much non-Xingese and all too familiar.
“Ling, I’ve been meaning to ask you about this.” Al ran his hand over the marble edifice. “Is this the Western Sage?”
“Yes. Looks like Father, doesn’t it?” Ling’s cheeks flushed. “I mean your father…Greed’s...damn, still feels a little like he’s my father, too”
“I can understand that.” Al nodded, thinking he might have taken after his mother facially. He didn’t have the Sage’s long horse face.
“This is depressing,” Ling said, sinking lower in the tub. “Let’s find something more fun. Have you taken my advice and paid a visit to the courtesans?”
Al went ruby. “Ling! I wouldn’t tell you if I had.”
“Figures you would ask that, my Lord.” Lan Fan rolled her eyes.
“Don’t you want to know, Lan Fan?” Ling grinned, leaning over to caress her bare foot where it dangled in the water. “They’ll have trained him up right. I’d like to give that a try.”
Al felt his face getting hotter. “What are you talking about, Ling?”
The emperor grinned a fierce hungry grin that made Al quiver inside just a little. He’d never really thought about Ling that way but he wasn’t tremendously opposed to the idea. However, Al found his gaze floating over to Lan Fan. Damp tendrils of hair clung to her cheeks. Her automail arm seemed almost organic in the way she carried it, as if that part of her had always been metal. He’d thought about her more than once, even when he was still in armor. The way she moved when she fought, it was alluring.
“I think you know,” Ling said, wading over to where Al sat. “But I think you’re looking at my lovely guard.”
Al turned his attention back to the stern marble visage of his father. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…you know. I’m not thinking that!”
“Why not? We are. We were going to invite you for this anyway but here you are. So why not now?” Ling shrugged, his fingers brushing Al’s cheek. His free hand beckoned Lan Fan over.
“Invite me?” Al’s voice cracked.
“We’ve been watching you since you arrived,” Lan Fan said, her eyes sweeping over him. “You are very nice.”
Al wasn’t quite sure if she meant his personality or his body but settled on both. “Thanks. I…I’ve never done anything quite like this before.”
“You’ve had sex right?” Ling looked as horrified as Ed did when presented with a glass of milk.
“Yes.” Al remembered fondly meeting Roy’s ‘sisters’ for the first time. He wasn’t about to tell Ling about that, though. Hell, he hadn’t even told Ed. “Just never…with two and not with….” He waved a hand at Ling.
Ling brushed his lips over the crook of Al’s neck before backing off. “We can always try that another night, but I think Lan Fan has a few things she might like to try.”
“Oh…I think I like that idea a lot.” Al couldn’t lie about that. Certain parts of him would prove the lie all too easily.
Lan Fan’s hand found that part easily enough, rubbing her thumb over the soft head of his hardening shaft. Her skin was calloused, rough, so different from the soft skin of the girls he had been with before. Her dark eyes glittered as she leaned in, flickering her tongue over his lips.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Al had to be sure of that. He didn’t think Ling would ever force her to do something she didn’t want but he needed to hear it from her.
“I’ve wanted to do this for some time.” Lan Fan reassured him with a hard, slow stroke up his cock.
“I thought maybe you didn’t like me or my brother.” Why exactly was he trying to talk himself out of this when at this point, he wanted it more than anything he could easily call to mind?
“Your brother is a bit of a loud mouth, much like my Lord.” Lan Fan grinned, her lack of stoicism surprising him. Ling scowled. “You, on the other hand, are as pleasant a man as I’ve ever met.”
“Good to know.” Al leaned in, kissing her as his hands traveled along her muscular torso. “Uh, I didn't exactly come prepared for this.”
“Don't worry. I did. It's usually necessary if I follow my Lord, into the baths.” Lan Fan cast a glance over her shoulder.
Ling snorted, taking her in his arms from behind. His fingers lingered over Al's as they both caressed Lan Fan. Ling pressed Lan Fan against Al, kissing her shoulder first then leaned in, his lips brushing Alphonse's. Al was surprised to learn that a man's lips didn't feel all that different than a woman's. Lan Fan's strokes picked up their pace. He slid one of his hands up her thigh to fondle her then reached around her with the free hand to stroke Ling's cock. This was different than stroking himself. Ling's shaft had a different girth and length and the angle Al was working at was definitely different.
Lan Fan moaned low into Al's ear, her forehead resting on his shoulder as his fingers circled her clit. Ling's head tilted back as Al's hand worked him. Ling returned the favor, his hand caressing Al's jewels while Lan Fan continued to follow the contours of Al’s cock. Ling closed his hand over Lan Fan's.
“Don't take him too far, too fast,” Ling cautioned, backing out of Al's grasp. He kissed the back of her neck and whispered something in Xingese.
Lan Fan nodded, slithering out from between them. She pulled herself out of the bath and padded over to the shelved wall, water streaming off her toned body. She brought the tin of condoms over to the edge of the spring, then slipped back into the water and put her arms around Ling. She ran her tongue along the curve of his collar bone.
Al reached for the condoms but Ling shook his head. The emperor pushed Al down on the shelf running along the wall, between the two bearded heads before he got a condom for himself. Ling slid it on. Lan Fan put her arms around Al's neck, bracing herself against him as Ling pushed into her. She sighed softly.
As Ling slowly pumped into her, Al caressed and kneaded Lan Fan's breasts. Her nipples stood up, wanting attention. Pulling her closer, Al took one into his mouth sucking. Ling ran his hand through Al's golden hair as Lan Fan's breath rasped in Al's ear. She pushed against him then tapped the ledge of the pool behind him.
“Get up here,” she demanded.
Al hoisted himself up and his skin goose pimpled once he was out of the heated water. Ling slipped free of Lan Fan while she spread Al's legs. Her metal arm felt so very warm against his skin as she rested it on his thigh. Lan Fan sucked him into her mouth, her tongue curling over his cock.
Ling pushed back into her. Lan Fan rocked between them. Al had been initiated into the idea of blow jobs by Roy's sisters, along with the idea of reciprocal loving. It was pretty amazing stuff and Lan Fan definitely had talent. Al had to restrain himself from thrusting into her mouth, letting her do to him as she will. He leaned over her, running his fingers down her back.
Ling captured Al's chin with one hand, drawing him into a kiss as he sank deeply into Lan Fan. His tongue swept the roof of Al's mouth as Lan Fan's flickered under the head of Al's cock. The competing sensations robbed Al of his senses as he came, his groan muffled against Ling’s mouth.
Lan Fan straightened up, her lips replacing Ling's on Al's mouth. Al could taste the salt and musk on her as they kissed. He held her while Ling continued to thrust into her. The emperor didn't last much longer. His guttural cry echoed in the little room. Pulling out of Lan Fan, Ling leaned against the wall, panting.
He grinned. “That was fun.”
Al snorted. “Absolutely.”
Ling and Lan Fan grabbed Al's arms and tugged him back into the water. Al stretched out, floating. Lan Fan tickled his belly.
“Next time, you and I could try something together,” Ling suggested, looking down at Al.
Al smiled. “That could also be fun.”
“I can promise you that.” Ling tweaked Al's nipple.
This was turning out to be Al's best trip ever.
Author- cornerofmadness
Fandom Fullmetal Alchemist
Disclaimer so not mine
Rating NC-17
Characters/Pairing Ling/Lan Fan/Al
Timeline/Spoilers set post 108 so vague spoilers for all
Word Count 1,939
Warning polyamorous sex, boys kissing
Summary Al is have the best vacation of his life.
Author’s Note.Written for Springkink for the prompt ‘Ling/Al/Lan Fan: Washing: There is plenty of room in here for one more’ thanks to seatbeltdrivein for the beta
XXX
Al was on full overload. Xing was so amazing, so very foreign. He hadn’t imagined it would be like this when he cadged a spot on Mustang’s diplomatic team after Al had learned Roy had managed to get Grumman to approve of the four month trip. The older alchemist wanted to see his mother’s homeland. Al wanted to see Ling again. Mustang, not feeling Al needed supervision, had let the young man have free rein and was currently off in his mother’s home providence while Al stayed with Ling. It was less diplomatic work than visiting with old friends.
Ling and Lan Fan had taken him to the theatre after a dinner so large and so wild, Al thought his full belly would make him sleep through the performance. The huge drums on stage ensured that he couldn’t possibly nod off. But even an hour after they left the spectacle, Al was still too thrilled to sleep. Instead, he headed to Ling’s private baths as the emperor had said Al could use them whenever he wanted.
They were natural hot springs, nestled inside a small but decorative building. Dragons soared over the walls and ceiling. Knowing, Ed would kill for those, Al had already purchased a pair of jade ones for him. The building always smelled of minerals and sweet warmth and, since they were Ling’s private baths, they were almost always empty. Oddly, after being isolated from humanity for so long in armor, Al found himself needing time to himself whenever people got too much for him. He enjoyed the quiet. To his surprise, he wasn’t going to get quiet tonight. Ling was already in the water and Lan Fan sat at the water’s edge, her bare feet in the water.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t think anyone would be here,” Al said. “I’ll go.”
“Don’t be silly. There is plenty of room in here for one more.” Ling waved a hand at the inviting water.
“I don’t want to disturb you.”
“Save me from being bored. Lan Fan may strangle me at any moment.” The emperor smirked.
“Would I do that, my Lord?” A subtle smile played at the corners of her mouth.
“I believe you would.”
“So do I.” Al laughed, kicking off his shoes. Ling had already disabused Al from being shy about public bathing. He had nothing to be ashamed of, after all. He shucked out of the rest of his clothing and folded them up on a shelf on the wall, then walked down the marble stairs into the spring, well aware Lan Fan was watching him intently.
While the sides and steps of the bath were finished, the floor wasn’t. Stones, flat and round, met the soft soles of his feet. Al still hadn’t quite worked up a lot of calluses. Water bubbled up from the rocky bottom. Seating shelves had been built into the walls, which were decorated with mosaics and carvings that ringed around the spring. Downward pointing triangles, the alchemic symbol for water, alternated with marble carvings of a bearded man’s face - a face very much non-Xingese and all too familiar.
“Ling, I’ve been meaning to ask you about this.” Al ran his hand over the marble edifice. “Is this the Western Sage?”
“Yes. Looks like Father, doesn’t it?” Ling’s cheeks flushed. “I mean your father…Greed’s...damn, still feels a little like he’s my father, too”
“I can understand that.” Al nodded, thinking he might have taken after his mother facially. He didn’t have the Sage’s long horse face.
“This is depressing,” Ling said, sinking lower in the tub. “Let’s find something more fun. Have you taken my advice and paid a visit to the courtesans?”
Al went ruby. “Ling! I wouldn’t tell you if I had.”
“Figures you would ask that, my Lord.” Lan Fan rolled her eyes.
“Don’t you want to know, Lan Fan?” Ling grinned, leaning over to caress her bare foot where it dangled in the water. “They’ll have trained him up right. I’d like to give that a try.”
Al felt his face getting hotter. “What are you talking about, Ling?”
The emperor grinned a fierce hungry grin that made Al quiver inside just a little. He’d never really thought about Ling that way but he wasn’t tremendously opposed to the idea. However, Al found his gaze floating over to Lan Fan. Damp tendrils of hair clung to her cheeks. Her automail arm seemed almost organic in the way she carried it, as if that part of her had always been metal. He’d thought about her more than once, even when he was still in armor. The way she moved when she fought, it was alluring.
“I think you know,” Ling said, wading over to where Al sat. “But I think you’re looking at my lovely guard.”
Al turned his attention back to the stern marble visage of his father. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…you know. I’m not thinking that!”
“Why not? We are. We were going to invite you for this anyway but here you are. So why not now?” Ling shrugged, his fingers brushing Al’s cheek. His free hand beckoned Lan Fan over.
“Invite me?” Al’s voice cracked.
“We’ve been watching you since you arrived,” Lan Fan said, her eyes sweeping over him. “You are very nice.”
Al wasn’t quite sure if she meant his personality or his body but settled on both. “Thanks. I…I’ve never done anything quite like this before.”
“You’ve had sex right?” Ling looked as horrified as Ed did when presented with a glass of milk.
“Yes.” Al remembered fondly meeting Roy’s ‘sisters’ for the first time. He wasn’t about to tell Ling about that, though. Hell, he hadn’t even told Ed. “Just never…with two and not with….” He waved a hand at Ling.
Ling brushed his lips over the crook of Al’s neck before backing off. “We can always try that another night, but I think Lan Fan has a few things she might like to try.”
“Oh…I think I like that idea a lot.” Al couldn’t lie about that. Certain parts of him would prove the lie all too easily.
Lan Fan’s hand found that part easily enough, rubbing her thumb over the soft head of his hardening shaft. Her skin was calloused, rough, so different from the soft skin of the girls he had been with before. Her dark eyes glittered as she leaned in, flickering her tongue over his lips.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Al had to be sure of that. He didn’t think Ling would ever force her to do something she didn’t want but he needed to hear it from her.
“I’ve wanted to do this for some time.” Lan Fan reassured him with a hard, slow stroke up his cock.
“I thought maybe you didn’t like me or my brother.” Why exactly was he trying to talk himself out of this when at this point, he wanted it more than anything he could easily call to mind?
“Your brother is a bit of a loud mouth, much like my Lord.” Lan Fan grinned, her lack of stoicism surprising him. Ling scowled. “You, on the other hand, are as pleasant a man as I’ve ever met.”
“Good to know.” Al leaned in, kissing her as his hands traveled along her muscular torso. “Uh, I didn't exactly come prepared for this.”
“Don't worry. I did. It's usually necessary if I follow my Lord, into the baths.” Lan Fan cast a glance over her shoulder.
Ling snorted, taking her in his arms from behind. His fingers lingered over Al's as they both caressed Lan Fan. Ling pressed Lan Fan against Al, kissing her shoulder first then leaned in, his lips brushing Alphonse's. Al was surprised to learn that a man's lips didn't feel all that different than a woman's. Lan Fan's strokes picked up their pace. He slid one of his hands up her thigh to fondle her then reached around her with the free hand to stroke Ling's cock. This was different than stroking himself. Ling's shaft had a different girth and length and the angle Al was working at was definitely different.
Lan Fan moaned low into Al's ear, her forehead resting on his shoulder as his fingers circled her clit. Ling's head tilted back as Al's hand worked him. Ling returned the favor, his hand caressing Al's jewels while Lan Fan continued to follow the contours of Al’s cock. Ling closed his hand over Lan Fan's.
“Don't take him too far, too fast,” Ling cautioned, backing out of Al's grasp. He kissed the back of her neck and whispered something in Xingese.
Lan Fan nodded, slithering out from between them. She pulled herself out of the bath and padded over to the shelved wall, water streaming off her toned body. She brought the tin of condoms over to the edge of the spring, then slipped back into the water and put her arms around Ling. She ran her tongue along the curve of his collar bone.
Al reached for the condoms but Ling shook his head. The emperor pushed Al down on the shelf running along the wall, between the two bearded heads before he got a condom for himself. Ling slid it on. Lan Fan put her arms around Al's neck, bracing herself against him as Ling pushed into her. She sighed softly.
As Ling slowly pumped into her, Al caressed and kneaded Lan Fan's breasts. Her nipples stood up, wanting attention. Pulling her closer, Al took one into his mouth sucking. Ling ran his hand through Al's golden hair as Lan Fan's breath rasped in Al's ear. She pushed against him then tapped the ledge of the pool behind him.
“Get up here,” she demanded.
Al hoisted himself up and his skin goose pimpled once he was out of the heated water. Ling slipped free of Lan Fan while she spread Al's legs. Her metal arm felt so very warm against his skin as she rested it on his thigh. Lan Fan sucked him into her mouth, her tongue curling over his cock.
Ling pushed back into her. Lan Fan rocked between them. Al had been initiated into the idea of blow jobs by Roy's sisters, along with the idea of reciprocal loving. It was pretty amazing stuff and Lan Fan definitely had talent. Al had to restrain himself from thrusting into her mouth, letting her do to him as she will. He leaned over her, running his fingers down her back.
Ling captured Al's chin with one hand, drawing him into a kiss as he sank deeply into Lan Fan. His tongue swept the roof of Al's mouth as Lan Fan's flickered under the head of Al's cock. The competing sensations robbed Al of his senses as he came, his groan muffled against Ling’s mouth.
Lan Fan straightened up, her lips replacing Ling's on Al's mouth. Al could taste the salt and musk on her as they kissed. He held her while Ling continued to thrust into her. The emperor didn't last much longer. His guttural cry echoed in the little room. Pulling out of Lan Fan, Ling leaned against the wall, panting.
He grinned. “That was fun.”
Al snorted. “Absolutely.”
Ling and Lan Fan grabbed Al's arms and tugged him back into the water. Al stretched out, floating. Lan Fan tickled his belly.
“Next time, you and I could try something together,” Ling suggested, looking down at Al.
Al smiled. “That could also be fun.”
“I can promise you that.” Ling tweaked Al's nipple.
This was turning out to be Al's best trip ever.