#willowsrain

“Brother… you said that that’s a book about vampire myths, right?” Ed, precious Ed… His gold eyes flickered with confusion, then guilt, then quickly concealed as he closed his eyes and laughed lightly - a painfully fake one. 

Interesting. 

“Yeah, of course! It’s about the different myths regarding them, and how they’ve taken over the government, which honestly might be an improvement over what we’ve got going so far, consider-” Ed’s voice grew louder and louder as he started to work himself up to a fever pitch, his cheeks pink with what was clearly embarrassment. 

“Brother.” Al quickly cut him off, his voice as calm as ever. “Please stop yelling about vampire conspiracy theories at three in the morning, you’re going to make our neighbors uncomfortable.” 

Ed’s mouth snapped shut and he blinked. Once. Twice. Then reached for his pocketwatch, clicking it open. 

“...It’s three am?” 

Taking advantage of his brother’s distraction, Al snatched the book out of his hands, ignoring Ed’s indignant squawk and jumped up to his feet to dance out of the way of Ed’s grabby hands, letting his own book fall to the couch. 

He felt warm, safe, wrapped up in the slightly cool arms that encompassed not only his physical body, but his very soul as well. Their bodies swayed to the music, the scent of cologne and aftershave tingling his nose. 

A warm breath teased at the sensitive skin of his neck, followed by the teasingly light brush of sharp fangs, sending a shiver down his spine as he pressed himself closer to Thoradon’s chest. His left hand slid upwards along his lover’s back, teasing the hairs at his neck before tugging lightly back. Thoradon obliged, pulling back to meet his eyes - a deep crimson that he could easily, and had so gladly lost himself in so many times before. With a smile tugging at his lips, he shifted up onto the balls of his feet, pressing his lips to the soft, cool ones of his lover-

The book got yanked from his hands before Al could get any farther. Ed was blushing profusely now, quickly closing the tome in one hand with a crisp snap of pages. 

“That’s not- um…” Realization settling in, Al couldn’t help the wicked grin that pulled on his lips, events snapping into place in his mind. The blushes, how easily and willingly Ed always offered his blood, how… oddly content he was after letting Al feed (though the last two could also be explained by his raging guilt complex)... and how quickly he always made his way into the bathroom after he had been cleaned and bandaged. 

“Brother… you should have told me…” Ed’s cheeks were doing an admirable job trying to impersonate a tomato, at least in color. 

“I have no idea what you-” Al strode forward, closing the distance between them. His hands gently, oh so gently, cradled Ed’s heated cheeks, then leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his warm, slightly-chapped lips.

Mismatched hands grabbed tightly at Al’s button down shirt, pulling him even closer, returning the kiss with the fervor of a parched man in the desert finding water.