Fullmetal Alchemist || Breda/Al || Caught
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lynx212Title: Caught
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Verse: FMA Cradle Robbers Series (Yes this is yet another a new series)
Characters: Breda/Al, the usual crew
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lynx212
Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor
Words: 1,627
Rating: M
Summary: Breda thinks back to how he got a particular scar as well as a new young lover.
Warnings/Notes: This is a new series that will feature slice of life fics (probably some smut fics too) featuring the following couples (Roy/Ed, Jean/Russell, Breda/Al, Riza/Winry and Kain/Fletcher) Now that I've listed them I'm sure the name of the Verse makes perfect sense ... lol ENJOY! Dedicated tobaroqueangel because she couldn't wait to see what I did with this pair and pssst it might be her B-day.... ^_^
Every time I run my fingers over the scar near my jaw line I think of how I got it and how very close I came to being a dead man.
Alphonse Elric.
That’s how I got this scar and even though he almost cost me my head, as well as another much loved body part of mine, I wouldn’t change a thing. It had all started when Al came into the office looking for his brother around lunchtime only to find him already gone with Roy. The pout was killing me and before I gave it any serious thought I’d asked Al if he wanted to join me for lunch.
The hour was spent in pleasant conversation and I found he had a mind for strategy as well. It was something that explained how Ed managed to stay alive during his headstrong early years in the military.
I hadn’t put much thought into the event and when it repeated itself a week later I saw it just as another lunch hour spent with friend, a young friend but a friend none the less. Now the third time we ended up eating together it struck me as odd. Al was waiting outside the office after five and asked me if I had dinner plans. When I said no that charmingly bright smile that lit up his face slid across his lips and when he asked if I wanted company I couldn’t have said no if I’d have wanted to.
We ended up eating at a pub and when he ordered a beer I gave him a look.
“Surely you didn’t think I’d order anything else. This place has the best dark lager in town.”
“Does it now?”I questioned as I decided not to say anything that would give away what had really shocked me. I forget he and Ed aren’t teenagers anymore.
“If you can name a place that has something better, lunch is on me tomorrow.”
Now anyone that knows me, knows I like a good challenge and now that I look back on it, the little minx probably had it all planed out. I told him The Kiln had a better dark ale and in order to prove it we had to finish up dinner there and move on. An act that lead us to, sampling several lagers, playing some pool and having a damn good time.
When we were done, we walked to the point in which we had to part ways and before Al left he said, “So lunch at Addy’s Diner tomorrow?”
“Sure thing,” was my only response as he went one way and I went another. I’d completely forgotten about the odd feeling I had gotten earlier when I found him waiting on me and it was three weeks of lunch dates, conversations and pool playing before it returned.
We were walking home after yet another evening spent together and without thinking about it I’d walked him home.
“Would you like to come in?”
“It would probably wake Ed if I did.”
“He’s not here. He practically lives with Roy these days,” Al replied as he pushed the door open and motioned for me to step inside.
“Ah, I should have known,” I said with a chuckle as I walked in.
“What’s so funny?”
“You calling The Chief, Roy. I just never thought you would ever call him anything other than, Sir.”
“I think once a man has had his tongue down your brother’s throat, among other things, it puts you on a first name basis.”
I was laughing, he was laughing and suddenly Al gave me a look that made a lump form in my throat. Soft gray eyes had darkened to the shade of steel when Al walked up to me and asked me if I wanted something to eat or drink. I choked out a sure, simply because anything else was beyond me. I couldn’t figure out what the hell that look was all about… it looked kind of… nah.
I had just shook the feeling and labeled it as a figment of my imagination when Al walked back into the room carrying a couple of cold ones. He handed me one before walking over to the record player and browsing through the albums on the shelf above it.
“Why don’t you pick something out for us to listen to, Breda. I’m going to get more comfortable if you don’t mind.”
“Sure thing, no problem, Al.”
That is where life as I knew it ended. When Al came out of his room I was still looking through the brother’s music collection when he walked up behind me.
“Did you find anything of interest?”
“Several things, just trying to make up my mind.”
“Maybe there’s something I can do to help you with that.”
The tone of Al’s voice made my stomach knot and when I turned around the vision I was greeted with damn near made me drop the beer in my hand.
Long light brown hair was hanging loose framing his face and decorating his shoulders.
He was shirtless and the lithe muscle on display was hard not to stare at.
Barefoot, the only thing he had on was a pair of thin blue cotton pants and I couldn’t speak.
“Is there something wrong?”
“Ah… uh no… no, nothing at all.”
“Are you sure?” he asked as he stepped forward and God help me, I didn’t step back because I didn’t want to.
“No everything looks fine to me,” I replied as I looked him up and down. “Damn fine.”
“Good,” Al said as he hooked his arm around my neck and pulled me into a kiss that made passions I’d buried long ago flair to life. “I was beginning to think I’d have to stroll into the office naked in order to get my point across.”
From that day on, my days were spent at work and my nights with, Alphonse.
Now back to the scar that triggered my nostalgia. It comes into play about three weeks later on a Saturday night… when all hell broke loose.
After making out then watching Al strip for me, he crawled between my legs, unbuttoned my pants and proceeded to swallow my cock damn near to the base. All was well until the warm heaven sent mouth that was around my erection suddenly disappeared. Before my mind could process the startled yelp Al had let out I was grabbed by the front of my shirt, tossed in the floor and had a transformed automail limb in the shape of a blade pressed against my throat.
I found out the hard way that Ed was every bit the dangerous, vicious little shit Roy and Jean said he was, because he had me at his complete and total mercy in a matter of seconds.
“Give me one goddamn reason why I shouldn’t cut your dick off and feed it to you!”
As my mind crawled out of its lust driven stupor I realized that I was staring up into the face of rage personified and if I didn’t say the right thing soon I was a dead man.
“Edward… Ed this, this isn’t what it looks like.”
“Oh? You mean I didn’t just walk in my living room and see you with your cock down my little brother’s throat?”
“You did but…” the blade broke the skin and I realized that was not the way to plead my case.
“Brother, Brother please listen, it’s ok.”
“Ok?!” Ed shouted as he took his eyes off me for the first time since he tossed me in the floor. “How the fuck is his dick down your throat considered ok?”
“I… I wanted it,” Al said in a near whisper.
Al looked close tears and nothing got to Ed quicker than an upset Alphonse. Ed looked back at me and I said, “I’d never do anything to hurt Al. Please believe me Ed, I wouldn’t.”
Eyes that looked like molten gold narrowed at me.
“Let’s talk about this Brother,” Al pleaded. “Please?”
Ed thought about it for a moment before the blade pulled back and his hand returned to normal.
“Fine, we’ll talk about it Al, but for fuck’s sake put some clothes on. I’m no prude, but I refuse to have a conversation with you while you’re asshole naked.”
Al flushed, I flushed and Ed finally backed up far enough to allow me to get to my feet. Once I did, I looked at a man that was nearly half a foot shorter than me and he seemed larger than life. The simple fact that he’d tossed me around like I weighed no more than Al was still rocketing around in my skull. I’m a big boy and it’s been a long time since someone treated me like a ragdoll. As I looked into those furious amber eyes I had no doubt that my ass was still on the line and if I didn’t mind my P’s and Q’s I would still loose me head.
When Al headed toward the bedroom Ed turned and followed. When he reached the hall Ed paused, and without bothering to look over his shoulder he said, “If I were you I wouldn’t be here when I return.” It took biting my tongue not to say yes sir and I found out then and there why we called him The Boss.
Despite the rocky start and me getting the death glare all day long, five days a week, for a month Ed chilled out. Even though I’m fairly sure he was the reason I was sent up north in the dead of winter for a week but I digress.
Al is worth anything Ed could throw at me.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Verse: FMA Cradle Robbers Series (Yes this is yet another a new series)
Characters: Breda/Al, the usual crew
Author:
lynx212Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor
Words: 1,627
Rating: M
Summary: Breda thinks back to how he got a particular scar as well as a new young lover.
Warnings/Notes: This is a new series that will feature slice of life fics (probably some smut fics too) featuring the following couples (Roy/Ed, Jean/Russell, Breda/Al, Riza/Winry and Kain/Fletcher) Now that I've listed them I'm sure the name of the Verse makes perfect sense ... lol ENJOY! Dedicated to
baroqueangel because she couldn't wait to see what I did with this pair and pssst it might be her B-day.... ^_^Every time I run my fingers over the scar near my jaw line I think of how I got it and how very close I came to being a dead man.
Alphonse Elric.
That’s how I got this scar and even though he almost cost me my head, as well as another much loved body part of mine, I wouldn’t change a thing. It had all started when Al came into the office looking for his brother around lunchtime only to find him already gone with Roy. The pout was killing me and before I gave it any serious thought I’d asked Al if he wanted to join me for lunch.
The hour was spent in pleasant conversation and I found he had a mind for strategy as well. It was something that explained how Ed managed to stay alive during his headstrong early years in the military.
I hadn’t put much thought into the event and when it repeated itself a week later I saw it just as another lunch hour spent with friend, a young friend but a friend none the less. Now the third time we ended up eating together it struck me as odd. Al was waiting outside the office after five and asked me if I had dinner plans. When I said no that charmingly bright smile that lit up his face slid across his lips and when he asked if I wanted company I couldn’t have said no if I’d have wanted to.
We ended up eating at a pub and when he ordered a beer I gave him a look.
“Surely you didn’t think I’d order anything else. This place has the best dark lager in town.”
“Does it now?”I questioned as I decided not to say anything that would give away what had really shocked me. I forget he and Ed aren’t teenagers anymore.
“If you can name a place that has something better, lunch is on me tomorrow.”
Now anyone that knows me, knows I like a good challenge and now that I look back on it, the little minx probably had it all planed out. I told him The Kiln had a better dark ale and in order to prove it we had to finish up dinner there and move on. An act that lead us to, sampling several lagers, playing some pool and having a damn good time.
When we were done, we walked to the point in which we had to part ways and before Al left he said, “So lunch at Addy’s Diner tomorrow?”
“Sure thing,” was my only response as he went one way and I went another. I’d completely forgotten about the odd feeling I had gotten earlier when I found him waiting on me and it was three weeks of lunch dates, conversations and pool playing before it returned.
We were walking home after yet another evening spent together and without thinking about it I’d walked him home.
“Would you like to come in?”
“It would probably wake Ed if I did.”
“He’s not here. He practically lives with Roy these days,” Al replied as he pushed the door open and motioned for me to step inside.
“Ah, I should have known,” I said with a chuckle as I walked in.
“What’s so funny?”
“You calling The Chief, Roy. I just never thought you would ever call him anything other than, Sir.”
“I think once a man has had his tongue down your brother’s throat, among other things, it puts you on a first name basis.”
I was laughing, he was laughing and suddenly Al gave me a look that made a lump form in my throat. Soft gray eyes had darkened to the shade of steel when Al walked up to me and asked me if I wanted something to eat or drink. I choked out a sure, simply because anything else was beyond me. I couldn’t figure out what the hell that look was all about… it looked kind of… nah.
I had just shook the feeling and labeled it as a figment of my imagination when Al walked back into the room carrying a couple of cold ones. He handed me one before walking over to the record player and browsing through the albums on the shelf above it.
“Why don’t you pick something out for us to listen to, Breda. I’m going to get more comfortable if you don’t mind.”
“Sure thing, no problem, Al.”
That is where life as I knew it ended. When Al came out of his room I was still looking through the brother’s music collection when he walked up behind me.
“Did you find anything of interest?”
“Several things, just trying to make up my mind.”
“Maybe there’s something I can do to help you with that.”
The tone of Al’s voice made my stomach knot and when I turned around the vision I was greeted with damn near made me drop the beer in my hand.
Long light brown hair was hanging loose framing his face and decorating his shoulders.
He was shirtless and the lithe muscle on display was hard not to stare at.
Barefoot, the only thing he had on was a pair of thin blue cotton pants and I couldn’t speak.
“Is there something wrong?”
“Ah… uh no… no, nothing at all.”
“Are you sure?” he asked as he stepped forward and God help me, I didn’t step back because I didn’t want to.
“No everything looks fine to me,” I replied as I looked him up and down. “Damn fine.”
“Good,” Al said as he hooked his arm around my neck and pulled me into a kiss that made passions I’d buried long ago flair to life. “I was beginning to think I’d have to stroll into the office naked in order to get my point across.”
From that day on, my days were spent at work and my nights with, Alphonse.
Now back to the scar that triggered my nostalgia. It comes into play about three weeks later on a Saturday night… when all hell broke loose.
After making out then watching Al strip for me, he crawled between my legs, unbuttoned my pants and proceeded to swallow my cock damn near to the base. All was well until the warm heaven sent mouth that was around my erection suddenly disappeared. Before my mind could process the startled yelp Al had let out I was grabbed by the front of my shirt, tossed in the floor and had a transformed automail limb in the shape of a blade pressed against my throat.
I found out the hard way that Ed was every bit the dangerous, vicious little shit Roy and Jean said he was, because he had me at his complete and total mercy in a matter of seconds.
“Give me one goddamn reason why I shouldn’t cut your dick off and feed it to you!”
As my mind crawled out of its lust driven stupor I realized that I was staring up into the face of rage personified and if I didn’t say the right thing soon I was a dead man.
“Edward… Ed this, this isn’t what it looks like.”
“Oh? You mean I didn’t just walk in my living room and see you with your cock down my little brother’s throat?”
“You did but…” the blade broke the skin and I realized that was not the way to plead my case.
“Brother, Brother please listen, it’s ok.”
“Ok?!” Ed shouted as he took his eyes off me for the first time since he tossed me in the floor. “How the fuck is his dick down your throat considered ok?”
“I… I wanted it,” Al said in a near whisper.
Al looked close tears and nothing got to Ed quicker than an upset Alphonse. Ed looked back at me and I said, “I’d never do anything to hurt Al. Please believe me Ed, I wouldn’t.”
Eyes that looked like molten gold narrowed at me.
“Let’s talk about this Brother,” Al pleaded. “Please?”
Ed thought about it for a moment before the blade pulled back and his hand returned to normal.
“Fine, we’ll talk about it Al, but for fuck’s sake put some clothes on. I’m no prude, but I refuse to have a conversation with you while you’re asshole naked.”
Al flushed, I flushed and Ed finally backed up far enough to allow me to get to my feet. Once I did, I looked at a man that was nearly half a foot shorter than me and he seemed larger than life. The simple fact that he’d tossed me around like I weighed no more than Al was still rocketing around in my skull. I’m a big boy and it’s been a long time since someone treated me like a ragdoll. As I looked into those furious amber eyes I had no doubt that my ass was still on the line and if I didn’t mind my P’s and Q’s I would still loose me head.
When Al headed toward the bedroom Ed turned and followed. When he reached the hall Ed paused, and without bothering to look over his shoulder he said, “If I were you I wouldn’t be here when I return.” It took biting my tongue not to say yes sir and I found out then and there why we called him The Boss.
Despite the rocky start and me getting the death glare all day long, five days a week, for a month Ed chilled out. Even though I’m fairly sure he was the reason I was sent up north in the dead of winter for a week but I digress.
Al is worth anything Ed could throw at me.
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Date: 2012-07-21 07:56 pm (UTC)