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anax fault. She encouraged me, and I'm steadily working my way towards smut. Not quite there yet, but she encouraged me, so if you hate it, give her more feedback. The more she writes, the more distracted I am, the less I write. If you like it, give her more feedback. The more she writes, the more I'm inspired, the more drabbles I come up with. Actually, you should just feedback her fic. It's a pretty one.
And, on with my strangeness. This is slightly AU, as in Hughes is still alive. It's from a story idea I'm working on for NaNoWriMo, and there is an actual reason behind Hughes' mysterious return, but you can know it yet.
Elricest with a guest star. Implied stuff, nothing graphic, though I'm working on it. *grins* Yay, smut. But not here.
disclaimer: don't own them, with I did.
Touch
Al likes to touch.
He really couldn’t help it. After so many years of not being able to feel anything, he could barely keep his hands to himself in public. Ed liked to tease his little brother about being so touchy, but he was also the one who bought Al the little cat doll to play with. Something safe to mess with while out around the crowds. It wasn’t big; no more than two inches long, but it was covered in soft, silky fur.
That fur always reminded Al of Ed’s hair. Something he had expected to never touch. Something he couldn’t stop messing with. Even when they were at the headquarters, Al would find himself running his fingers through that golden hair.
At first, Ed had fussed when Al did that, but he, and everyone else, grew used to it. Hawkeye would smile softly at him; the guys would roll their eyes. Hughes would chuckle when he caught them, usually pulling out a camera. Armstrong spouted long winded speeches on brotherly love. And Roy would smirk.
As much as Al likes to touch, Roy likes to watch.
Late at night, when they were home, Roy liked to watch Al touch Ed. He had commented more than once that it was a thing of beauty to watch Al brush slender fingertips over Ed’s outstretched body. It was a rare thing for Roy to not join in their lovemaking once Ed and Al started, but it did happen. Usually, when it did happen, it was because Roy chose to sit outside of the movements, his eyes dark and full of a hunger that Al didn’t recognize.
What Roy loved the best was when Al and Ed would move against each other, their hands intertwined. That was the image that best let him see that they were there, and that they were his. Flesh against flesh, those human hands let him know that they were all alive.
Ed likes to have those dark eyes on him as much as he likes to be touched by slim hands.
They were all happy, but Ed was actually content for the first time since his mother died. He had his brother back. His brother, who still tasted of steel, and of salt, and of sweat. Ed remembered the taste of his brother’s tears, which had poured down as he had opened his reborn eyes for the first time.
He enjoyed the feel of Al’s hands, which were soft and warm. Unless Al wanted something, then his hands were firm and burning hot, and Ed couldn’t help but cry out as he arched against them.
And the hunger in Roy’s eyes reminded Ed that there were hungers of his own. That is was safe here, in this house, to take what he wants. It reminds him that he has faced his demons and won, and that his prize is right here. In Roy and Al, both alive and full of hungers of their own.
It was Al who let him and Roy be together. If they didn’t have Al, Ed knew that they would have torn each other apart, and it would have hurt more than never trying.
Ed’s thoughts scatter as Al’s teeth nip his throat. Those hot hands are moving down his stomach, and all Ed can do is feel. In the back of his mind, Ed can’t help but be happy.
Because Al likes to touch.
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elricest
anax fault. She encouraged me, and I'm steadily working my way towards smut. Not quite there yet, but she encouraged me, so if you hate it, give her more feedback. The more she writes, the more distracted I am, the less I write. If you like it, give her more feedback. The more she writes, the more I'm inspired, the more drabbles I come up with. Actually, you should just feedback her fic. It's a pretty one.And, on with my strangeness. This is slightly AU, as in Hughes is still alive. It's from a story idea I'm working on for NaNoWriMo, and there is an actual reason behind Hughes' mysterious return, but you can know it yet.
Elricest with a guest star. Implied stuff, nothing graphic, though I'm working on it. *grins* Yay, smut. But not here.
disclaimer: don't own them, with I did.
Touch
Al likes to touch.
He really couldn’t help it. After so many years of not being able to feel anything, he could barely keep his hands to himself in public. Ed liked to tease his little brother about being so touchy, but he was also the one who bought Al the little cat doll to play with. Something safe to mess with while out around the crowds. It wasn’t big; no more than two inches long, but it was covered in soft, silky fur.
That fur always reminded Al of Ed’s hair. Something he had expected to never touch. Something he couldn’t stop messing with. Even when they were at the headquarters, Al would find himself running his fingers through that golden hair.
At first, Ed had fussed when Al did that, but he, and everyone else, grew used to it. Hawkeye would smile softly at him; the guys would roll their eyes. Hughes would chuckle when he caught them, usually pulling out a camera. Armstrong spouted long winded speeches on brotherly love. And Roy would smirk.
As much as Al likes to touch, Roy likes to watch.
Late at night, when they were home, Roy liked to watch Al touch Ed. He had commented more than once that it was a thing of beauty to watch Al brush slender fingertips over Ed’s outstretched body. It was a rare thing for Roy to not join in their lovemaking once Ed and Al started, but it did happen. Usually, when it did happen, it was because Roy chose to sit outside of the movements, his eyes dark and full of a hunger that Al didn’t recognize.
What Roy loved the best was when Al and Ed would move against each other, their hands intertwined. That was the image that best let him see that they were there, and that they were his. Flesh against flesh, those human hands let him know that they were all alive.
Ed likes to have those dark eyes on him as much as he likes to be touched by slim hands.
They were all happy, but Ed was actually content for the first time since his mother died. He had his brother back. His brother, who still tasted of steel, and of salt, and of sweat. Ed remembered the taste of his brother’s tears, which had poured down as he had opened his reborn eyes for the first time.
He enjoyed the feel of Al’s hands, which were soft and warm. Unless Al wanted something, then his hands were firm and burning hot, and Ed couldn’t help but cry out as he arched against them.
And the hunger in Roy’s eyes reminded Ed that there were hungers of his own. That is was safe here, in this house, to take what he wants. It reminds him that he has faced his demons and won, and that his prize is right here. In Roy and Al, both alive and full of hungers of their own.
It was Al who let him and Roy be together. If they didn’t have Al, Ed knew that they would have torn each other apart, and it would have hurt more than never trying.
Ed’s thoughts scatter as Al’s teeth nip his throat. Those hot hands are moving down his stomach, and all Ed can do is feel. In the back of his mind, Ed can’t help but be happy.
Because Al likes to touch.
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