Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ To Fall ❯ Chapter 1

To Fall

 

Rating: NC-17 overall

This chapter: NC-17

 

Author notes: This story is set in an alternate universe. The main pairing is homunculus!Hohenheim/Ed. Homunculus!Hohenheim/Al, Ed/Al, and the three together may appear in future chapters. The boys and their 'father' flee from the consequences of their sins.

 

 

Chapter One

 

The clear blue sky gave way to darkening clouds which opened up, pouring their contents down upon the land of Amnestris. Three figures moved quickly toward shelter, an abandoned hovel far from the main road and from prying eyes. The place was sparsely furnished, not lived in for some time. Drenched, the boys stripped off wet overcoats as their father put wood on the fireplace. The man turned, regarding the pair through cat-like golden eyes.

 

A smile slid across his face that was almost human. "Boys," in a silky deep voice, "Come warm yourselves by the fire."

 

Al grinned. "Thanks, Father." He quickly bounded over to take a seat on the rug before the fireplace.

 

Edward hesitated, looking as though he wanted to ask something. But he already had his answer.

 

Hohenheim tilted his head just so, still wearing the smile that Edward used to love to see. He extended a hand, beckoning. "You'll catch cold, standing there like that." His grin widened, showing teeth sharper than human. "All wet."

 

Edward shrugged, pretending not to notice the double entendre. He almost fooled himself with his feigned nonchalance. "Sure, old man."

 

He tried not to shiver as that hand stroked his back when he got close enough.

 

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They slept on makeshift beds crafted from blankets found in a closet, and cushions from an old couch. Al was curled on his side, facing the wall. Edward lay on his back, trying to fall asleep by counting the cracks in the ceiling visible in the moonlight. How could he sleep after the thing they'd done? What he'd convinced Al to help him do?

 

Don't you want him back?!

 

But, Brother, we can't! Father said-

 

"Equivalent Exchange," the teenager said quietly. To gain anything, something of equal value has to be offered. And what is equal to a life except another life? It was a little too late for regret now. What was done was done. No doubt their deed had been uncovered, which was why they had to move in secrecy.

 

"Edward," his father said, "You need to get your sleep. We have to leave in the morning."

 

Ed looked up at the man, propped up on one arm, smiling down at him.

 

"I'll be fine, old man."

 

A flash of a grin. "If you don't rest enough, it will stunt your growth."

 

Hohenheim was amused by his son's ensuing outburst about chibis, milk, and giants like himself. He took the opportunity to move closer to hush the teenager.

 

"You don't want to wake your brother, do you?" he asked, two fingers against Ed's lips.

 

Edward shook his head, frowning. He frowned even more so at the fingers moving to ghost over his cheek, down his neck, and against the exposed skin above his open shirt collar. Ed grabbed the wandering hand tightly.

 

"What are you doing!" he whispered loudly, trying not to disturb his slumbering brother.

 

That grin with teeth again. "What you want me to do." A hand reached out to pull the boy closer to that grinning mouth.

 

"What are you talking about?"

 

"Oh, Edward, my boy. Don't you know? This is how you brought me back. How you wanted me to be."

 

Hohenheim moved closer to Ed, spooning against him. The boy struggled half-heartedly, but the two of them knew that this was a pretense. Hohenheim hushed him this time with lips instead of fingers. Edward gasped against the gesture, and at being pulled close enough to feel the man's erection.

 

After he had kissed the boy breathless, Hohenheim buried his face into a shoulder, nuzzling pliant flesh.

 

"You have no idea how long I wanted to hold you like this," he sighed. "How often that I watched you move. Watched you sleep. How often I felt you watching me in turn."

 

"I-," Ed stammered, "I never used to watch you-"

 

"Tsk, tsk. There's no need for lies between us. You're a sinner now anyway, Edward." He moved in to murmur into his ear, a voice thick with desire, "What's one more sin to you?"

 

Edward wasn't sure at what point his shirt had been opened, but it was now, with Hohenheim hands sliding everywhere, his mouth sampling yielding flesh. Edward breathed heavily, hands tangling in long golden hair, pulling the elastic band free, sending luscious locks cascading over strong shoulders.

 

Hohenheim slid a hand under the elastic of the teenager's boxers to surround a hardening cock. Stroking it, he watched the surprised look on Edward's face blossom into one of bliss. The boy arched his back, moaning soundly.

 

Hohenheim grinned. "You're far too noisy." He silenced the boy with lips and a probing tongue.

 

A few moments more, and Ed found his shorts pushed down around his ankles. Warm hands traveled up his thighs. Hands he could pretend were human. He could pretend that what he was on the verge of doing wasn't wrong since this man wasn't truly his father. Was he?

 

A mouth as talented as he'd imagined it would be engulfed Edward's cock to the hilt. He strangled the sound that threatened to escape, lest Al be awakened. He tried not to shift about on the bedding.

 

Ed watched his father pull away from his loins to slick his fingers with saliva. He leaned up to catch the boy's lips again as that hand slid between his buttocks to toy with the puckered orifice.

 

"Nnn!" Ed moaned against his father's lips as a digit was pressed firmly inside. He tried to scoot away from the intruding fingers.

 

"Yes, I know," his father said. "I'll need to use more than that for you to be able to take me."

 

The man rose with a rustle of bedding, revealing his nakedness. When had those clothes come off? Edward watched as he fished through the pocket of his coat, thrown over a chair. He returned, carrying a small container of hand cream. The man gave the teen a knowing smile.

 

"Don't look so nervous, Edward. You're sure to enjoy it."

 

Hohenheim pushed the anxious boy onto his back, reclaiming his lips while he slicked himself with the cream. Parting the boy's thighs, he moved between them. Ed could feel a blunt object press against the orifice, seeking entry.

 

"Uh… maybe we shouldn't-" Edward started to say.

 

The insistent pressure remained. "No second thoughts allowed," came the roughened response.

 

A sharp thrust, and pain bloomed in his backside. Edward opened his mouth to intake breath for a shout, finding lips pressed to his. Hohenheim swallowed the scream the boy made. Another thrust, and golden curls were pushed flush against the previously virgin flesh. The man growled into the teen's mouth at the tightening of the delicious ring around him.

 

A moment of respite was given to the panting boy before Hohenheim withdrew slowly, and then pressed back in. This leisurely tempo continued until the boy began to roll his hips up to meet those thrusts, pain having fled in the face of pleasure. With a rumbling sound that was almost a purr, the man quickened the pace and depth of the thrusts. Edward moaned helplessly into his father's mouth, his cock rubbing against their stomachs where it was trapped, leaving a trail of wetness.

 

It was so good. Pleasure that Edward had only imagined on nights when he'd taken his own hardened flesh into his hand, thinking of his father's nude body. Not the withering and corroded skin he'd been shown once, but smooth, warm flesh like what lay against him now, strong and alive. He'd always wondered whether or not this feeling was mutual or only part of his twisted fantasies. Fantasies that could never be. Until now.

 

Fingers dug into the flesh of Hohenheim's shoulder. Delicious pain. He pounded the eager body beneath him into the bedding. It was good that his other son was such a sound sleeper. It wouldn't do to be interrupted. It's not as though he would be able to stop, even with Al's wide eyes staring at him. Hohenheim grinned against the skin his lips were pressed against. That might not be such a bad thing.

 

Edward groaned through closed lips, eyes squeezed shut, trying to control his vocalizations. The pleasure in his rear seemed to consume his entire body, his cock rubbed raw between them. He couldn't take much more.

 

Burying his face against his father's shoulder, Edward screamed his orgasm into it, body wracked with shudders. Grunting, Hohenheim continued to thrush until he reached his own climax, filling the boy with his seed. Sated, he partly collapsed onto the body beneath him, bracing himself on an arm. Ed relaxed against the bedding, his father pulling softening flesh free.

 

Lying beneath the body nuzzling him, Edward looked up absently at the ceiling. He wondered what lay in store for them all. He had part of what he'd always wanted. Did he deserve to be happy now?