Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Protection ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Hello Universe! Not much to say before the chapter except, I don't own any of Arakawa's character's, I'm just bending a story *nods* Also, yaoi warnings, and if you're lucky and I'm feeling happy then I may give you guys a lemon *wink-wink*

Um… this is chapter four of Protection. Since I just brought him in, I'm going to tell the story from Roy's point of view for a chapter or two *shrugs* so yes… what you will be reading is coming from Roy. Enjoy, Idea's, comments and flamers are greatly welcomed.

 

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Protection

`Chapter Four'

 

 

Something isn't right, I can sense it.

 

I was in the room Winry had shown me earlier ready to start my report for Central when I heard a door slam. It was so heavy that it knocked the picture off my wall. What was going on? I creaked the door to my room open and peered out. Winry was in front of a door talking through it to somebody. That was Al's room wasn't it? I felt curious as to what happened but wasn't going to go over there, at least not until everyone else was asleep.

 

Maybe it was just an accident, but, the way Winry had been talking to Alphonse…Something isn't right.

 

It was midnight I think, everyone else was in bed, I figured this would be a good time to go and see Al. Earlier I had gotten out of my main uniform and was now wearing only my uniform pants and a plain white shirt. I should have brought something other than myself if I was planning to be here more than a week, which I was but I never even think about bringing extra clothing. Never have.

 

It was quiet down the small hallway except for a soft sobbing. The only lighting was candles that lined the wall and the midnight moon. It made me feel uncomfortable the darkness.

 

“Alphonse?” I murmured against the door, I didn't want to knock because if I woke anyone, that would be rude, at least in my perspective.

 

I heard something shuffle behind it, then there was a soft click and I saw two golden eyes peering out at me, they were shimmering lightly, tears.

 

“Y-yes?” He whispered in a sleepy and breathless voice, like he had just been running or something like that. His blonde hair was strewn in a mess on top of his head like he hadn't combed it in days.

 

“I didn't mean to wake you.” I said softly.

“You didn't” he answered “Do you need anything?”

 

I looked down the hallway from left to right and then returned to look at him. For some reason I had the feeling that somebody was watching us, it made hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.

 

“Actually yes, do you mind if I come in and talk with you?” This presence was making me more and more uncomfortable every second.

 

“Um, sure.” He whispered and let the door fall open; he had turned on his heel and heading back towards his bed where he preceded to fall on. He didn't seem like that Alphonse I had known.

 

His room wasn't completely dark; the only light though was like the rest of the house, it was a small, silver candle on a bedside table and the neon moon. The room seemed more relaxed than the rest of the house. In a corner to my left was a stack of books which all seemed to be about alchemy except for one which was by itself; it was a scrap book bound in a rough, brown leather. Its age made me rather curious.

 

“How is your room? Is there any problems?” He asked from where he sat on the bed cross-legged. He was wiping his cheeks in heavy strokes on the back of his long-sleeved shirt. Other than that he wore a pair of tan shorts that were engulfed by the shirts hem. He reminded me fondly of Fullmetal; add a braid and he could probably be his twin if not for size and hair colour.

 

Another thing that set him and his brother apart was that Edward was a spunky, easy-to-anger teenager who hated being called short. Alphonse was that of innocence and good manner. He loved being called little when he had a body made of bronze; I believe that little bit of reassuring made him human. In my eyes he had always been human.

 

“My room is fine, thank you, there isn't the problem,” I answered in a decent manner and went to lean against the closest wall which was sharply to me left. “I just wanted to talk with you. I haven't seen you since this afternoon. Something wrong?” Hadn't meant to be so blunt with the question and I shouldn't have asked it that way. It made me sound like that was all I wanted to know and then I would leave. But I didn't want to leave yet.

 

He looked at me as if I'd just slapped him. I knew I shouldn't have asked him that, but I wanted to know.

 

“I'm sorry.” I apologized and turned o look down at the pile of books by my feet. There were at least six books and each fairly thick. That was another thing him and Edward had in common. Both loved to read.

 

“Don't be, it was just a question, it doesn't hurt to ask questions.” He murmured gently and looked at me as if saying `it's fine.'

“I shouldn't be nosy though.” I added quickly.

“I don't mind.” He said with a chuckle in his voice. Thos golden eyes glanced up at me softly. My face, I swore, was probably flushed. “I just… I haven't been feeling good.” Those eyes were shimmering with tears. Was he in pain?

 

“I'm sorry… I'll leave if you want so you can rest.” I pulled myself off the wall ready to exit until he called out.

 

“No, please. Stay.”

 

I blinked a couple of times and turned to see him, oh his bed, he was spread out on his knees and had a hand stretched out towards me. Tears had started to fall down his rosy cheeks. Seeing him this way made me hurt. He said please again but only his lips moved, no sound came out.

 

Pulling away from the door, I walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed that squeaked under my weight. He was looking out the window. This was definitely not the Alphonse I had known, the one that was talkative and was ambitious to his every last fiber. He was either holding his true personality in or he wasn't Al anymore.

 

“So…” He whispered in a supple voice. “How has Central been without us Elric brothers?”

 

I watched his facial expression switch over from serious to playful in a matter of seconds. This was the Alphonse I knew… I was sure of it now.

 

“I guess I could say it has been lonely. I've been used to your brothers annoying voice and your generous presence, since Hawkeye was sent to Xenotime with Elric, I've been commanded to stay back for the paper work, but I've been sent up here to file other information. I don't know how long I'm going to be up here, but maybe my stay will be peaceful.” I tried to put on a little smile but found myself looking down. I was lonely at Central. Ever since my dear friend Maes Hughes death I've been distraught.

“What about you Alphonse?” He returned to looking out the small window on his right side.

 

“I've just been helping Winry out with the shop; I've nothing else to do really so I find extra work in town. It's been okay.”

 

It was so amazing how I could see his facial expressions. I had always been use to only the noises he made when he was upset or angry. Facial expressions made him beautiful. When he first got his body back, expressions would vary on their own, he didn't have control over some of them and often would look depressed when was in the jubilant of moods.

 

“You know Al; you could join the military if you wanted to, like your brother. It would help you maybe.”

 

It looked like he twitched when I said that. Even though I was just throwing an idea out, it look like it made him sad. Maybe he didn't want to grow up like his brother did. Maybe he did just want a normal life in his home town.

 

We sat silent for a while until a conversation about Edward started up. The beginning line was, `How tall has Edward gotten since I've last seen him' from Al. I could help but laugh and begin to explain. Edward would have had mine and his brother's ass if he heard us.

 

It was probably three in the morning and neither of us had a wink of sleep yet. Alphonse had opened up more and that gave us a better variety of conversations. We talked about the weather, what we were planning to do later on in life and often would switch back over to Edward going on to many different topics.

 

We laughed until I hit a certain area, everything went silent and Alphonse turned his face away. I had said the wrong thing. It seemed the military talk wasn't of Alphonse's favorite; I accidentally brought up the matter of Hohenheim. (Sp)

 

I understand that their father had come to see them for the first time in years, and then he mysteriously disappears. I don't know if it was a matter that went skin deep, but it upset Al enough to the point of quaking. He wept into his hands and turned away from me. I had never seen him like this; it was my fault. The only thing I could do was either let him cry it out, or comfort him. I chose the way that would help him the most, and make me feel better.

 

Silently I slid closer and scooped his shaking body into my arms; his face was tear-stained and flushed. He opened his eyes and looked up at me gently, his pink lips were parted and he was taking in soft, steady breaths. Those golden eyes made me shiver against his chest. He had managed to sit straddled across my lap with his upper body against mine, both arms on either side of me. I had my hands placed at the edge of his hips where his shorts lay over that sensuous bone.

 

His eyes were still moist but he didn't cry. I could feel his soft breathing against face; he smelt of a sweet vanilla and of wild flowers.

 

My body seemed to have a mind of its own as I leaned forward and pressed my nose against his. I loved the feel of that soft facial skin against mine, his eyes locked with my own; no words could possibly describe it. My lips brushed like feathers against his, I felt him tremble softly, and that was when I lost it. I leaned closer and took over his lips in a long, sweet stroke of my own.

 

I heard my throat let out a whimper as my hands slid up under his shirt and came in contact with that soft, creamy skin on his sides. He fell into the touch and stroked his lips back against mine. First he was hesitant and I was afraid I had just broken our friendship, but when he moaned softly against my bottom lip I pulled him closer.

 

He pulled his hands up and traced then along my back until he came to my hair line; gently he slid his right hand through my jet black locks and the other cupped the back of my neck where the bone connected.

 

My hands ran along his sides and up his chest until I found two roused peaks. I gently flickered both thumbs over them and loved the sound that erupted from his throat, almost a purring sound. I had to admit, he reminded me of a cat the way he has stretched out and the way his eyes narrowed at certain things.

 

I broke my lips from his and went to his soft, vulnerable neck, leaving soft butterfly kisses all the way down to his collar bone. The long-sleeved shirt he had on had fallen down his shoulder and I took advantage of it by running my warm tongue over that sweet flesh. My left hand came up to stroke his face but my other one remained in his shirt tickling its way along his rib cage and often running times over those soft peaks that were so addictive to give your attention.

 

He clutched himself against me as I nibbled at his ear softly running the tip of my tongue over that mound of plump flesh. I had always had a thing for soft ear lobes; I found that they were one of the most sensuous parts of the body.

 

I loved the way he inhaled air now; when I touched a certain spot he would gasp and then replace it either with a whimper or a gentle moan that made me melt.

 

I laid another kiss on his neck and then pulled away to look at him. He was flushed a rosy colour and was panting softly. I wanted to take him, I wanted to just kiss away pain and show him pleasure.

 

We sat there staring at each other for a moment longer until he groaned gently and leaned forward to press his lips against mine. I was taken by surprise and moaned at the contact, my hands instantly going to the hem of his shirt and pulling it up to the end tip where his rosy nipples and let one hand trace on his stomach, my thumb going round the soft edges of his belly button.

 

I felt bad when I thought about how it used to be. He used to feel nothing, he was used to being a shell that he hadn't experienced touch in years, he hadn't felt pain or pleasure. I longed to make up for that.

 

I laid him down and stared at his form. He was curled up with either of his legs stretched out to the side, me in the middle. He was slightly turned to the right and his right hand was held above his head, the other hand was planted on his chest where the hem of his shirt was still up revealing his soft, smooth stomach. His blonde hair was scattered around his face and he had those luscious pink lips parted taking in steady breaths like before.

 

He was pure innocence. I longed for that innocence.

 

I cautiously lowered myself so that I was above him and took control of his lips again. He pulled his chest up against mine, both arms grasping the back of my white shirt. I was hesitant as I held the hem of his shirt in my shaking hands. I came back to reality and saw what I was doing. I saw what I was doing, but I wanted to continue. He was a boy! What was I thinking? I didn't care… I wanted him… I… loved him.

 

I looked down at him as if asking for permission and he simply watched me. I was trembling now as I lifted his gray shirt over his hand and then dropped it to my left side. He was so beautiful with smooth creamed skin that glistened in the pale candle light; those rosy nubs were calling me as they stuck out like a sore thumb. I moaned softly at this vision of beauty as I dropped my head and latched my mouth against one of his erect nipples sucking generously like a child with melting chocolate.

 

I felt the pleasure from watching him rise inside of me; a thin layer of sweat gleamed on my forehead and my bare neck. He too was sweating; the smell wasn't disgusting, but rather erotic, especially with the vanilla.

 

My mind was swimming as I groaned. My shaft was throbbing uncontrollably and demanded attention. I ignored it with every regret and went to tease with his pants button. I slid my hand under the belt line and felt that warm skin just at the tip of my fingers. I found his lips and took them over in lustful strokes, sliding my tongue along his moist bottom lip asking for him to open. He applied and slowly parted his swollen lips, my tongue slipped into his weary mouth and searched with great sexuality, twisting around to stroke his own.

 

I was surprised when he fought back, wrapping his warm tongue against mine. This was going to be a battle for dominance now.

We went on until he won and over took me, brushing his hand thickly through my hair. His touch was searing against my neck and cheek.

 

I went to slide my hand along his shorts, ready to unbutton them until I felt that uncomfortable presence. This time it was closer, it was watching with anger. I couldn't help but look up. I felt violated for some reason, filthy when I felt the presence. Was it just me?

 

I went again to play with his shorts until this time I saw something. In the corner of my eye I could see someone outside of the window; their face was hard to see but I could tell it was a look of disgust and pure anger. Instantly I pulled back and glanced at them dumbfounded. They took off running.

 

Alphonse too had noticed the person and was reaching for his shirt staring out the window with wide eyes. He was blushing furiously and I could tell was embarrassed. I stood and walked to the window. No one to be seen now. Who was it? Was it someone I knew? I don't know but it wasn't a woman. It was a young man; I just couldn't see his face.

 

I looked out the window once more then returned to Alphonse who was looking at the floor. I tilted his head back gently and brushed my lips against his. With a gentle murmur I bid him a goodnight and then returned to my room in silence.

 

That presence was making me crazy. Everywhere I looked I felt like somebody was watching me, you know that feeling? With the presence I felt it vibrate with anger and hate. This presence, if it didn't like me before, it probably had a grudge against me.

 

As I entered the room I was going to sleep in I noticed that the presence was thicker. I stared out the window and shivered. I couldn't sleep now, even if I was on the brink of just flat passing out, I couldn't sleep with a window staring down at me. I took my uniform jacket and covered the window; it didn't cover it all so I pulled my bed sheets from its linen and draped them along with my jacket. That would have to do. The only thing I was worried about was the presence getting brave enough to come in.

I officially was scared mentally, he presence was like death to me for some reason, I was fearful of it because I didn't know what it was, plus… it hated me.

 

 

 

 

 

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Happy late Valentine's Day! *squees* that was a gift for all the viewers and or yaoi lovers. Ya'lls gots to read some RoyxAlphonse there. See, this couple is also one of my favorite; it's a race between ScarxAlphonse.

 

I'm sorry this chapter is two pages shorter than my other chapters, it's just that I've been staying up until like… eleven to finish these chapters `cuz I've got a goal, I want to do a chapter at least every night, the next one I will try to make up for if I am motivated enough.

 

Heh, Scar has him some competition now… he's not the only one… he would have been with Al if not for yelling at him on V-day *goes to huggle Allyphonse*

Okay…so you persons got your first make-out yaoiness that almost turned into a lemon. If it weren't for my mother coming in every ten minutes to bring me clothes you would have gotten a lemon… maybe next time if you are nice. *wink-wink*

 

Let me see… Oh yes! I wanted to ask… what person do you prefer the most to tell from their perspective? I'm trying to switch every so often so you can see into the characters minds and how they think and stuff… but I'm running out of ideas. The character that will have the most narration will be Scar… `Cuz this is a Scar-scar fan fic *glomps Scar-scar* but I put a RoyxAlphonse out there because Roy is too going to be a part of the fic and he needs some public recognition!

 

You know… when I was writing the lemony part where Roy and Al were like… making out, I started thinking. Why would there be a window without a pulled curtain? Did they want the world to see? Maybe… maybe Roy was secretly hosting for a porno on the other side of the window with cameras and stuff… and he spotted someone who didn't pay XD Yes I know I am retarded, but it helps me at times *glomps viewers*

Idea's comments and flamers are always welcome^-^ *stuffs Valentine's Day chocolate down throat* Sugar high! *does Napoleon Dynamite head shake* Sweet!