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Rated: R
Pairing: LingxEd
Comment: More Ling fainting and getting more than what he hoped for.

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Al was holding Ling upright by the back of his shirt when Winry opened the front door. Light from inside the house cast a soft glow across the landing, illuminating Al and his burden. The prince appeared to be out cold.

“What happened?” Winry asked, ushering them in.

“He fainted by the cornfields,” Al said, carrying Ling into the house.

Winry frowned, shutting the door after them. “He just ate a few hours ago. Does he do this a lot?”

Al gave a half-hearted defense of Ling’s peculiarities as he pushed open the door to the room he and Ed shared just enough to slip through. The room was dim, the only light streaming in from the partially open door. Carefully laying the man on his own bed, he glanced over at Ed’s across the room but couldn’t make out his brother’s form among the anomalous lumps on the bed.

“Where are you going to sleep?” Winry asked when Al emerged from the room.

Al shrugged, his metal shoulders jostling. “I don’t sleep anyway so it’s not a big deal.”

Winry paused in making her way upstairs to her own room. She watched as Al wandered into the back of the house, turning off the lights as he went, his large body making hollow little sounds. Biting her lip she jumped back down the steps and chased after him. She could stay up a bit longer and keep him company.

Ling had regained consciousness the instant Al had hefted him up off the dirt road by his collar. He stared up at the dark ceiling from the bed before turning his head to stare hard at the dark bundle on Ed’s bed. He hadn’t gotten a free meal out of some passing townsman, but this was almost better. It was practically impossible to get Ed alone at night as his little brother always seemed to be alert, even lying motionless on his too-small mattress.

He rose from the cool sheets and padded quietly across the short distance to the other bed, finally spying Ed’s blond head buried under his pillow. He gingerly placed one knee on the bed, his hand reaching for the blanket and tugging gently to free it from Ed’s loose grip.

He toed his slippers off before shrugging out of his shirt as well. Then he slipped between the sheets beside the still dozing blond, lying oblivious on his stomach, and lifted a hand to sift through the golden strands of hair that fell over a muscular shoulder. He waited patiently as the space between the blond’s eyebrows knitted and Ed shifted, the muscles in his arm flexing as he turned onto his side.

Ling leaned forward, his even breaths warming Ed’s cheek. Ed’s eyelashes fluttered and Ling watched as the blond dragged himself from sleep to crack an eye open. Ling smiled. Ed blinked, trying to focus his gaze.

When the face not three inches in front of his finally registered in his quickly growing awareness, gold eyes widened and he opened his mouth to shout-Ling quickly cut him off. His mouth came down on Ed’s, muffling the blond’s indignant cries.

“Wou-mmf…you…” Ed grabbed a hold of Ling’s shoulders and shoved hard enough to break the kiss. “What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, eyes sparking with anger.

Ling grinned in the dark, his palms smoothing down Ed’s sides, smirking when he felt the muscles under his hands tremble briefly at his light touch. “I’m accomplishing a goal.”

Ed was thrown off by his reply just long enough for Ling to slip an arm around the blond’s waist and pull them flush against each other. It was warm in the room and Ed had shirked his top before going to bed. He regretted that now as Ling’s hard chest pressed against his, skin dry and hot. Strong fingers kneaded his lower back and he clenched his teeth to keep from making any sounds Ling might misinterpret as encouragement.

“What are you talking about?” Ed asked, glaring mutinously at Ling’s smiling face.

“I’ve been waiting all week for a chance to get you alone and your brother conveniently put me in here with you. Therefore…” He leaned forward again, laughing softly as Ed’s nostrils flared. He placed a light kiss to Ed’s compressed lips. “All that’s left is to claim my prize.”

Ed opened to his mouth to retort and Ling took the opportunity to cut him off again, his tongue slipping past Ed’s lips to caress both teeth and tongue. Ed made a strangled sound, his body jerking against Ling’s.

Pulling his head back again, he said with much less conviction, “Just because I gave in to you that once doesn’t mean I’m going to welcome you again.”

Ling’s grin softened into a smile that made heat pool in Ed’s gut. “I always win, Edward. And it’s not like you’re not getting what you want either.” To emphasize his point, his hand slid over Ed’s hip and boldly cupped the heaviness between the blond’s thighs.

Ed bit his lip too late and a soft groan issued from his throat. “Damn it,” he whispered, arching into Ling’s hand. “I hate you, you know that?”

Ling made a small consoling sound and whispered against Ed’s lips. “You hate me about as much as you hate this.” He rubbed his palm against the growing hardness in Ed’s pajama pants, the tip of his finger smoothing over the tip and dampening the thin cotton. He placed a light kiss at the corner of Ed’s mouth before trailing his mouth down the blond’s jaw, sucking lightly at the skin just beneath his ear. Rising onto his elbow, he forced Ed to lie on his back as he rose above him.

What was it about the blond that made him want things he’d never particularly cared for before, he thought vaguely. Physical pleasure had always been such a trivial thing, but now…

Shaking such needless thoughts from his mind, he concentrated instead on the smooth skin beneath his fingers and lips. He licked a stripe down Ed’s neck, the blond arching his back to rub more fervently at the hand massaging his erection and to give Ling better access to the smooth column of his neck. Cool metal fingers smoothed through Ling’s hair as Ed’s automail arm removed the tie holding it back. Long dark hair spilled over his shoulders onto Ed’s chest. Ling smiled against Ed’s skin as the blond rubbed the soft locks between his fingers. It seemed Ed shared Ling’s affinity for his lover’s hair.

His fingers tugged at the waist of Ed’s pants and the blond lifted his hips obligingly for Ling to tug them down. Ed kicked them off the rest of the way before his hands abandoned Ling’s hair in favor of tugging insistently at Ling’s own tented pants. Ling kissed the ridge of Ed’s collarbone before backing away just long enough to remove his pants, tossing them over his shoulder without looking.

Gold slits watched Ling straddle his narrow hips through half-lowered lids. His breath came in soft pants as his hips thrust upward, seeking Ling’s equally hard cock. Ling bent over him and their erections pressed, eliciting an appreciative groan from both of them.

Ling’s tongue found Ed’s nipple, licking hard at the dusty pink nubbin, teeth lightly scraping over it. His hips met Ed’s upward thrusts, their cocks rubbing with an almost painfully dry friction. He lifted his head from Ed’s chest enough to meet the blond’s gaze.

“Let me fuck you,” he whispered breathily, fingers digging into the muscle of Ed’s shoulders.

Ed’s blinked owlishly at him. Ling could almost see the blond turning the idea over his mind, behind those lust-clouded eyes. He let Ed play with the thought a bit longer, let him imagine Ling moving over him, legs draped over his shoulders and he slammed into him again and again.

“I’ve never…,” Ed said, a line of uncertainty forming between his eyebrows.

Ling smiled softly, licking at Ed’s jaw as he murmured, “Another time then, when you’re more certain.” He didn’t mind waiting. Waiting for what would inevitably be a mind-blowing experience was worth the anticipation.

He rose upright and clasped his hand around their erections, pressing their hard lengths together, precum dribbling over his fingers as he began to stroke them both. Ed whispered something unintelligible as all the muscles in his chest strained. Ling threw his head back, breath ragged as he imagined himself pushing into Ed’s body, heat and tightness clenching around his cock. He looked down, watched Ed’s chest rise and fall as he panted, his body writhing beneath him and came hard into his hand.

Ed’s teeth sank into his lip hard to muffle a cry as he came in Ling’s hand as well, mixing with the mess now dripping down both their lengths and Ling’s fingers.

Slumping on top of the blond, the two lay motionless for a long while, both catching their breath and letting their bodies relax in the warm air of the room.

“Ling,” Ed finally said.

He lifted his head from Ed’s shoulder to look at him and smiled lazily. His finger drew senseless patterns in the sticky puddle pooling on Ed’s stomach.

Ed made a face at him and said, “Stop that and get off me.”

Ling’s smile didn’t waver as he placed a light, lingering kiss on Ed’s jaw. “Next time, Edward, I’ll make you scream my name.”

The blond rolled his eyes and his automail hand came up to push lightly at Ling’s body still pressed into his side. He should have said that there wouldn’t be a next time, but Ed was never very good at fooling himself. So instead he sighed dramatically before shoving Ling hard and finding a small measure of satisfaction in the painful sounding thump as Ling’s body hit the floor.

The End.