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@ 2012-05-26 17:10:00
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|Entry tags:||alfons heiderich, alternate timeline, edward elric, fma, fma: alternate anime timeline, fma: alternate timeline, fma: anime, fma: movie, heid x ed, multi-parter, nc-17, post-series, short story, yuuo, yuuo: fma|
[Edward Elric, Alfons Heiderich; NC-17] Failed Attempts To Fly 1/2
Character/Series: Edward Elric, Alfons Heiderich; AU to the movie.
Notes: Please don't blame me if you go through a box of tissue reading this.
Title: Failed Attempts To Fly
Word Count: 10,174
Summary: Edward jumped, spilling some of the valuable rocket fuel down the front of his shirt.
He said: "I was in my early forties,
With a lot of life before me,
And a moment came that stopped me on a dime.
I spent most of the next days,
Looking at the x-rays,
And talking 'bout the options,
And talking 'bout sweet time."
I asked him when it sank in,
That this might really be the real end?
How's it hit you when you get that kind of news?
Edward jumped, spilling some of the valuable rocket fuel down the front of his shirt. He gave Alfons a sour look over his shoulder and handed over the flask. "Here, you make more. I have to get cleaned up now."
Alfons sighed as he took the beaker, scowling at Edward. "Why aren't you wearing a filter mask?" he demanded from behind his own mask.
Edward was more focused on the fuel down his shirt than pulling up his mask. "I have my goggles on," he protested, grabbing a towel and trying to sop up the worst of the spill.
"That won't protect you from the fumes, you idiot," Alfons snapped, setting the flask down on the table Edward had been working at. "Those fumes are toxic, you could get yourself killed."
"I can also tell that something's wrong with the formula that way," Edward protested, tossing aside the towel. "It's too sweet. I know this formula's your baby, but you screwed up somewhere."
Alfons stared at the flask. "You're sure?"
Edward nodded, taking off the goggles and the forgotten filter mask and setting them down on the table. "I'm sure. That's why the rocket's been blowing up halfway up. We want ignition, not explosion. Try reworking it. I'm going home to change."
With a briefly concerned look in Edward's direction, then a look of consternation at the flask, Alfons waved him off. "I'll see you when I get home," he said vaguely.
Wandering home, Edward could still smell the awful fuel, and he resisted the urge to wrinkle up his nose at the stench. God, that was bitterly sweet, almost like death itself. "Goddamnit," he muttered to himself as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. "I probably won't be able to clean this up."
Well, any way it went, he also needed a shower to get the smell off of him, and a shower sounded good about then. They'd have to start from scratch on that stupid fuel and that was a sore point of stress on both of them. A shower would work out some of the tension, and later, when Alfons came home, he could pounce him and work out the rest.
Edward was just reattaching his false arm when the front door opened, and Alfons's voice reached him, greeting him. "I'm in the bedroom!" he called, snapping the arm into place and then carefully hooking up the straps around his chest.
"Are you dressed?" Alfons asked, still out in the hallway.
"No, why?" Edward desperately hoped Alfons hadn't brought home a sponsor or a teammate. He had plans that wouldn't mesh well with having guests.
Alfons appeared in the doorway, tossing a notebook down on the ground. "Good." He shrugged out of his suspenders and sat down on the bed next to Edward. Then the bastard smacked Edward on the back of the head. "That's for not wearing your filter mask today," Alfons grumped at him. "Now put those hands of yours to use and massage my shoulders. You dropped a headache on my lap today."
Edward scooted back on the bed and slid over behind Alfons as Alfons took off his shirt. Edward crossed his legs and started rubbing his boyfriend's shoulders. "I could be rubbing something else, you know," he pointed out, a bit grumbly that he wasn't already.
"That comes next," Alfons said, leaning back against Edward's hands. "Shoulders first."
"What am I, your little housewife?" Edward demanded. "Should I rub your feet next?"
Alfons glanced back at him, making a show of considering that. Edward slugged him on the arm, then went back to massaging his shoulders. "Don't even think it," he said. That made his boyfriend laugh, then he groaned when Edward found a knot in his muscles. "Jesus, Alfons, what were you doing while I was working on that fuel?"
Alfons winced. "Carrying heavy engine components, what else?"
Edward paused in what he was doing to get up onto his knees and get a bit more leverage for working the knot out. "Next time, leave that to Rolf," he said.
Another wince as Edward had to grind his fist particularly hard into the knot, and then Alfons looked up at him. "He probably gets muscle knots too, Edward, and I don't think he has anyone to massage them out for him. Ow, Jesus, Edward, not so hard!"
Edward got a wicked smirk. "That's not what you were saying last night." He caught the corner of Alfons's mouth with his own before returning to what he was doing. "Stop squirming, I've almost got it."
"I'd be a lot more cooperative if I didn't feel your dick pressed against my back," Alfons protested, biting his lip hard as Edward dug into the last of the knot.
"Just be glad it's not more distracting right now," Edward said with a laugh. After another minute, he sat back down. "There. That should be the worst of it, anyway." He wrapped his arms around Alfons's shoulders when the younger man leaned back against him.
"Mm. You smell nice," Alfons said, closing his eyes and turning his head on Edward's shoulder to face him.
"I did just take a shower," Edward pointed out, then kissed Alfons gently. "And there are better positions for you to be in. Come on, out of those pants before I rip them off."
Alfons gave him a grumpy look before sitting up and fussing with his pants. "Impatient brat," he muttered. He stood and shimmied out of his pants, then took a spot up at the head of the bed and crossed his legs, facing Edward. "Okay, now what? Or did you think this through at all?"
With a look better suited for a cat with cream on its whiskers, Edward leaned forward and wrapped his flesh hand around Alfons's cock, stroking it gently to full erection. "No, I thought it through. I figured we'd skip the foreplay, but you weren't ready for me."
Alfons closed his eyes and leaned back, his hips trying to twitch up into Edward's hand. "You assaulted me, that's why," he said through unsteady breaths.
Satisfied that his boyfriend was ready, Edward let go of Alfons's cock. "Hand me a condom, would you?"
Blindly, Alfons groped around in the nightstand drawer for a condom and finally produced one from the drawer's depths. Edward snatched it away quickly and opened it, tossing aside the wrapper as he rolled the latex onto his erection, resisting the urge to just start whacking off.
Need screamed along his nerves as he uncrossed Alfons's legs with Alfons's help, and settled down between them, kissing Alfons hungrily. Alfons returned the kiss with just as much want, the contact sending pleasant shocks down his spine. The kiss turned to more tooth than tongue as each fought for control.
Alfons lifted his hips against Edward's, rubbing against him teasingly. Edward whimpered, nipping Alfons's lower lip hard. "Tease," he accused, returning to the kiss between gasps for air.
Alfons smiled against the kiss. "Only if I don't follow through," he said between nips and bites and tongue.
Edward pulled back and stuck out his tongue. "I'm the one following through, you're just going to lay there and let me," he said. Alfons laughed, catching his mouth in another hungry kiss, Edward going still as electricity danced along his nerves. He moaned into the kiss, grinding his hips down against Alfons's, and turning the kiss into tiny nips and bites along his boyfriend's jaw. Alfons hissed slightly as Edward nibbled on his ear lobe, nuzzling Edward's neck.
"What're you waiting for?" Alfons demanded, pressing his hips up against Edward's teasing grinding. He ran stubby fingernails along Edward's sensitive back, tracing over his spine. "Stop teasing us both already."
Edward snorted, then lifted his head to capture Alfons's mouth again for a brief moment. "And you called me impatient." He propped himself up on one elbow, nerves dancing in anticipation as he lined himself up and pressed into Alfons, slowly, carefully, waiting on Alfons to tell him to go ahead.
After a moment, Alfons nodded, trembling a little as Edward began to slowly thrust into him. Edward shuddered at the warm, tight feeling, the delicious friction on his cock, the feel of Alfons hard against his belly. He pushed himself up on his hands, watching the beautiful expressions on Alfons's face as they fucked, slow and warm and sensuous.
The noises Alfons was making turned from quiet moans into a high pitched squeaking noise, and Edward increased the intensity of his thrusts, hitting the sensitive spot inside of Alfons, making the squeaking get a bit higher. Edward almost wanted to laugh; he didn't think Alfons could make that high pitched of a noise.
His own breath was ragged, vocalizing Alfons's name while Alfons began whispering various blasphemies as nerves began to strain to the breaking point. Lightning and fire warred low in his groin as he sped up, straining to reach the top and that goddamn delicious fall afterwards. There was a tightening sensation in his balls, giving him a three second warning as his climax slammed into him hard and every synapse exploded into white heat.
Alfons whimpered, straining against Edward's sudden stillness. "Edward, god, please don't stop." Edward resumed thrusting, shuddering hard at the continued overstimulation, but not willing to stop again until Alfons had gotten off. Mercifully, Alfons hadn't been far behind him, who muffled a cry by biting his lip as he came. Finally, Edward went still, then pulled out, disposing of the condom before rolling over and curling up against Alfons.
Alfons wrapped an arm around Edward's shoulders. "You just got cleaned up and now you're filthy again," he said, teasing a bit. "You didn't think that plan through very well."
Edward grinned, lifting his head. "Yeah, but it was worth it." He reached up and kissed Alfons, lingering over his lips, running his tongue over his lower lip, savoring the taste of him.
That elicited a sound that closely resembled a purr from Alfons, who smiled against the kiss. "Mm. I love you, Edward."
Edward's smile in response lit up his whole face. "Love you too. Come on, we gotta clean up, and I want dinner."
"Thinking with your stomach again, I see," Alfons teased. "All right, all right, I suppose I can find something to cook."
Edward climbed over Alfons to get off the bed. "More potatoes and sauerkraut?" he asked with a grimace.
Alfons laughed. "Do we have anything else? We do have a little bratwurst, I think I can put together something with that."