Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Release ❯ Chapter 1

Release

 

 

“Let go of me, asshole.”

 

Al pushed all his weight down into Ed's tiny chest. His brother was having one of his fits. Al knew Ed could get worked up. It was part of who he was; and it was part of who Al was to calm him down. Ideally.

 

“I said, let go.” Ed squirmed. Al felt every break and bump in contact, a heat reverberating through the dying trail of energy coursing through the circle around them, into their bodies. Alchemy and the crest of puberty had made bored brothers dabblers in a subconscious dance. Al was open to suggestions. His body had plenty. He followed the pull, the tight feeling in his body, and ground his thighs harder, into Ed's chest.

 

“It's part of the experiment.” Al could feel Ed- down there- when he wriggled. “Oh! Keep going!”

 

“If it gets you off me.” Ed shut his eyes and groaned when Al began to rub his own chest. “Gets you off me.” He was laughing.

 

“More…”

 

“You know how Winry's shirt comes unbuttoned?” Al began moving up and down. He released Ed, sat up and began touching his own face. Ed's hands moved. Not to push Al away. Ed took him by the loop of his shorts and pulled down. “You know what I mean?”

 

“She's going to get big, there.” Al tasted a fingertip. His own? Must have been. Ed's were digging into his hips, now. It felt good, like Ed could tear him to pieces with those fingers.

 

The energy's orbit was slowing down- friction. It left a ring of fire around the boys. It was a timer- they had three minutes to go up in flames before the grass.

 

It was a game.

 

“Touch her, there...” Al was rubbing his own chest, riding Ed's hips, writhing as he road. Stars brimmed over his head. Fire made shadows on Ed's face. “Feel her there, Ed.” Al pulled his shirt over his head, hid his face and showed Ed what he wanted. “Here.” He pinched a nipple.

 

“Man… Oh…”

 

It was happening soon. It always happened soon. When the fire got close to their bodies, when the energy under their skin pulsed, when just a touch was enough to release them into feelings beyond childhood, beyond brotherhood, toward a place so bright they had to flinch and stop.

 

“Ed!”

 

He grabbed the hand on his chest. He ground into the pulse point, he saddled the energy between them and they exploded.

 

Their orgasm put out the fire, and smoke lingered long after they helped each other up. Al remembered washing up in the sea fully clothed, to rinse away the come. Ed stood with him, yards away. The only light was from a half moon and pocketful of stars. Morning was a moment or lifetimes away. It didn't matter. Al figured Ed was smiling. Hell, he was too.

 

“That was fun.” Al hooked his hands together and cut through a wave. He popped back up, tossed the wet hair out of his eyes and hooted.

 

“It's just release.” Ed watched Al play in the water. “You won't make such a big deal out of it, once you get used to it.”

 

“I'll always like it,” said Al, before he dipped under water and did a handstand. He knew Ed couldn't preach to his feet. But he could grab them.

 

Still, he couldn't hold on. He was always underestimating him, just because he was the older one. Al could count on that. So he didn't hesitate to corkscrew away.

 

He jumped out of the water. Twigs and branches in the sand poked the calluses on his feet. Water drained out of his sleeves. Laughter drained out of his body. Al collapsed on the bank. “Damn, I'm tired.”

 

Ed followed. “Listen, you gotta be careful.”

 

Al reached for him; he wanted to feel his long hair when it was wet. It felt slippery. Ed slapped his hand away. “What?” Al frowned when Ed sat with a space between them.

 

“It's release. All beings need it, remember? It's how nature ensures animals will reproduce. Because of their sex drive. It makes animals crazy, if they don't release. People too. Remember- it's just release.”

 

“But it's part of alchemy.” Al reached for the pretty, long hair. Ed didn't move away, this time. He just didn't respond, at all. “You make it sound like taking a dump.”

 

“That's called a release, too.” He shrugged.

 

“Well, I think it's cool. And it's good for alchemists, right?”

 

“Yeah.” Ed nodded. His voice sounded… far away.

 

“Brother?”

 

“Don't call me brother, when we talk about what we do,” Ed whispered.

 

“If it's alright, why are you telling me to be careful? Why can't you be my brother when we do this?” His hair was so slick. So long. Al rubbed it, petted it. It felt comforting. Necessary.

 

“We're just doing this to survive.” Ed finally tilted his head toward Al's hand. “Just be sure to remember why we have to do it.”

 

“To survive.” Al nuzzled his soft, silky hair. He smelled good. He smelled like home. “The excess energy…” He put his hand on Ed's solar plexus. The source of that tight feeling- it was right their, in the belly. And just a little lower… lower…

 

“Keep going…” Ed groaned when Al touched that place no brother is supposed to touch. “Be careful, though.”

 

Al remembered the warning, even years later, when it was hard to remember his big brother's face, he could remember his shadow, the way he would grunt and push against his hand, and he would remember, always remember, how important it was to be careful about his release.