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@ 2011-04-07 20:46:00
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|Entry tags:||alfons heiderich, fma, fma: alternate post-anime timeline, fma: anime, fma: movie, fma: post-anime, heid x ed, nc-17, post-series, slash, smut, yuuo, yuuo: fma|
[Edward Elric/Alfons Heiderich; NC-17] A Bit Of Gold And Braid
Character/Series: Edward Elric/Alfons Heiderich
Notes: Prompt from uofmdragon; 'Hair tie'
Title: A Bit Of Gold And Braid
Word Count: 1630
Summary: Alfons sighed over his coffee, wondering what Edward was swearing about this time.
Alfons sighed over his coffee, wondering what Edward was swearing about this time. "What is it, Edward?" he called back into the back hallway where Edward's voice had come from.
"I can't find my hair tie!" came the annoyed reply.
"Again?" Edward lost that thing more times than Alfons could count. And it always turned into an all day drama trying to find it.
"If the damn thing weren't so small," Edward grumped.
Alfons got up, leaving his coffee unattended, normally a dangerous thing in this household, and headed back to the bathroom to help Edward look. "Did you wear it to bed again last night?"
Edward looked up from under the sink. "Do you remember my hair being in a ponytail in bed?" he snapped. Alfons coughed. No, he didn't. In fact, he remembered removing that offending hair tie because he liked Edward's hair down and running fingers through hair was easier without a hair tie in the way.
"Maybe it's in the bedroom?" he suggested at the memory. It probably was on the floor where it got left last night or under the bed where Edward inevitably kicked it crawling out of bed. (Or Alfons himself may have kicked it getting up first, for all he knew, but he'd let Edward think he did the kicking, because Alfons was like that.)
"I looked in there, already," Edward said, getting to his feet and brushing off his pants.
Once again, Alfons sighed. "Can't you just go with your hair down for once, Edward?"
Edward looked at him sharply. "Are you nuts? And get it caught in machinery? Besides, I'd look like a girl."
That made Alfons want to laugh. Edward had absolutely no problem having long hair, as long as he didn't look like a girl doing it? Oh Edward and his logic. "Edward, cut it short, if you want to not look like a girl," Alfons told him.
The look Edward gave him was venomous. "I like my hair long," he snapped, stomping his way back into the bedroom, despite his protests of already looking there. "I'll take a day off and look for my damn hair tie before I cut it short."
One of these days, living with Edward, Alfons was certain he'd roll his eyes right out of his head. "Do you want me to help you look? It's probably under the bed."
"If you want," Edward replied flippantly, and Alfons almost left him to look for himself, but decided to be merciful. Besides, they couldn't afford for Edward to take a day off just because he couldn't find his hair tie of all things. Couldn't find his clothes, that would be more understandable, and Alfons would probably take a day off with him for that one.
Edward was down on his hands and knees, head disappeared under the bed when Alfons came into the room. He stopped and admired the view. Edward was a gorgeous creature, for all his other faults, and Alfons never stopped appreciating the fact that even if he was intolerable sometimes, he was good on the eyes.
"I don't see it," Edward's voice came from under the bed, muffled by covers that hung haphazardly off the edge. His head emerged, joining the rest of him, and he shot Alfons an annoyed look. "This damn thing keeps disappearing, I need to just get another one," he grumbled, not moving from that position.
Alfons didn't answer, watching him, taking in the sight of him on his hands and knees, hair draped over his shoulders in a golden curtain, flickering slightly with every annoyed movement. Alfons wanted to go over and tangle his hands in that beautiful hair, feel the soft, slightly greasy strands through his fingers.
Hell, why not. They were already going to be late anyway.
"Alfons?" Edward flipped his hair out of his face and fixed his lover with another stare. "Are you going to get over here and help me or just watch me flail around like an idiot?"
A smoky smile slipped over Alfons's face as he lazily strode forward, crossed the span of room between them, and knelt down in front of Edward. Before Edward could open his mouth to make another scathing comment about Alfons's apparent lack of helpfulness or about his damned hair tie, Alfons leaned in and captured his lips with a sharp kiss, demanding and needy.
Edward made a noise of protest against the kiss, but the protest died in the back of his throat as Alfons pushed the kiss, reaching around and grabbing Edward's hair and tangling his fingers, holding him firmly. Be quiet, the action commanded, and for some reason Alfons hadn't figured out, but was infinitely grateful for in many ways, Edward obeyed.
Satisfied that he would get no more protests from his golden boyfriend, Alfons released Edward's hair to play his fingers along Edward's neck, feeling the older boy's pulse jump and skyrocket at the touch as his tongue slipped past Edward's lips to taste him, explore him, own him. He tasted of wood smoke, a burnt taste and Alfons realized with disapproval that Edward had snuck a drink of whiskey that morning before dressing after Alfons had gotten up.
He considered briefly confronting Edward on it, but the pleased whimpers Edward was making against the kiss encouraged him to let it drop, just this once, and pay more attention to more important matters. A brief, wild fantasy flitted through his head and he decided to indulge in it, breaking the kiss to position himself behind Edward. Edward started to sit back, but he grabbed Edward by the back of the neck and pushed him back down. At that, Edward made another noise of protest, a weak one this time, and trembled, breath hitching as Alfons took over, commanded and made the decisions.
Arousal was now making Alfons's pants uncomfortably tight, and he let go of Edward, who stayed as he was, looking back over his shoulder at Alfons, long enough to shrug out of his suspenders before he reached one hand forward again to tangle in Edward's hair tightly, holding him still.
It was a clumsy process, unbuckling Edward's belt and unfastening his pants with just one hand, but he managed, pulling the offending article of clothing down to pool around Edward's knees, before he turned his attention to his own pants, freeing his aching erection from the confines of his undergarments. Cool air teased along heated flesh and his grip on Edward's hair tightened. Instead of the squawk of protest Alfons expected, Edward made a low moan of pleasure, a sort of beautiful sound Alfons had not heard before. He'd have to remember to do that again.
Alfons didn't bother looking for lube, just shoved his pants out of the way impatiently and pressed in against Edward's entrance, pre-come slick against the tight ring of muscle, and nerves began to misfire as he stroked back his foreskin and pushed in. Edward's muscles tightened around him as Alfons began to thrust, rough and aching for more of the goddamn delicious heat and tightness.
Lightning danced down his nerves as he thrust, tightening his grip on Edward's hair and pulling slightly, lifting Edward's head back as Alfons's other hand slipped around Edward's waist, seeking out the other man's neglected erection. Edward cried out, made noises of pleasure where before, he'd always been silent. Alfons had always assumed the silence came from a fear of being caught, or at least an awareness that they shouldn't be, but these new sounds were barely hushed, as if Edward was no longer aware, or no longer cared about being caught, too turned on by what Alfons was doing to give a damn past the beautiful sensations.
Alfons would have to remember Edward had a hair-pulling fetish in the future.
Edward began to press back against Alfons, trying to thrust into the hand on his cock and back against Alfons's thrusts at the same time, and the sensation caused Alfons's nerves to pull taut, ready to snap as they began to fray around the edges, like a rope about to break. His hand moved quicker, tightened around Edward's cock as his thrusts became erratic, fire pooling low in his groin.
The tightening in the base of his cock gave him only a few seconds warning before his climax slammed into him and his body went tense, thrust a few more times as he pulled a little harder on Edward's hair, his hand stroking the length of Edward's cock with a rough grip. Edward's orgasm came only seconds later, the hot come hitting the floor in front of them.
Slowly, Alfons released Edward's hair, and Edward's head fell forward, his back rising and falling with his shallow breaths and every muscle trembling as Alfons withdrew, aftershocks spiraling along his nerves.
"You realize, we have to get cleaned up now," Edward finally said, still struggling to bring his breathing back under control.
Alfons gathered up his pants, held them at his waist, his wet cock still exposed to the chilly air as he stood up with a satisfied grin. "Yeah, but it was worth it."
Edward turned his head, looked up at Alfons past a curtain of hair, and scowled. Alfons wanted to laugh, it was such a typical look on Edward. "I never said it wasn't, asshole, I was just saying we have to get cleaned up now."
"You can find your hair tie while I make first claim on the bathroom," Alfons told him sweetly, before turning and heading out of the room.
Edward chucked a pillow after him. Alfons heard it thud harmlessly against the door frame just as he rounded the corner with a laugh.