A Good Kisser

Edward Elric was many things. A devoted brother, a wonderful and gentle (if somewhat overly cautious) lover, a loyal friend; he was all of them and so many more, so many more. And Al loved him very much, and was willing to put up with a lot of things, but sometimes... sometimes, you just had to make an exception.

"Get out of the kitchen, brother," he snarled, waving the spatula threateningly. "I'm still cooking, damnit."

"But I'm hungry," Ed whined, leaning away from the offending implement. "How long is it going to take?"

"Half an hour, I said! Now go away and stop pestering me every five minutes—"

Ed dodged another half-hearted swipe with the spatula and ducked inside it the arc of the swing, ending up practically nose-to-nose with his younger brother. "No," he said, and leaned in to close the few inches between them, pressing their lips together as softly as he could. Al felt his eyelashes fluttering shut, and tipped his head back; opened his mouth and let his brother's tongue inside, as his body, feeling strangely warm, melted into Ed's.

"Brother," he whispered when they parted and Ed nuzzled their faces together, noses brushing. "I love you, you know."

"I know," Ed replied with a smile, leaning in to place a smaller, more chaste peck on Al's lips. "The food's burning."


"... Just kidding."


"OW! I'm going, I'm going, just put the bloody spatula down!"

Al watched his brother beat a hasty retreat up the stairs, his teeth bared in a snarl of warning, and went back to the food. It was only when his face was tipped down, peering into the contents of the saucepan, and knowing that he was utterly alone, that he allowed himself to smile.

Edward Elric was many things; 'difficult' and 'occasionally annoying' were just two of them. Luckily they were counter-balanced by the words 'a good kisser'.