My ticket to Hell-con
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okami_huI know it’s only my own fault; I shouldn’t take a peek on things that will surely hurt me but… maybe I’m really a maczohist…?
Title: Poetic Justice
Author: okami_hu
Beta: tomomi![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_primaleyes
Pairing: Elricest
Rating: R
Warnings: angst, deeper than the pits of the Abyss. Mpreg. Blood. Disturbing images.
Disclaimer: If Arakawa knew, she’d murder me.
Note: My revenge is completed. Throw the flames the other direction, I didn’t violate any rules with this fic. I most likely rape your minds but others can get away with it.
Enjoy.
It wasn’t supposed to happen.
Damn, it couldn’t have happened. This was impossible! Against Nature’s laws!!
It had started out so beautifully. Al and Ed had finally found each other, settling down in Risenbul together. Everybody was happy for them. They all agreed that the brothers deserved the happiness; after all, they had been through so much. Ed was finally able to return from another world just because he loved his brother more than life itself.
For the boys, it wasn’t even surprising, that on a beautiful starry night, when they were lying together on the bed, their hands – all flesh– started to wander, to touch, to caress... Eyes fluttered shut and lips locked so naturally, as if they had been doing this forever.
When Edward’s hot, throbbing manhood entered him with desperate eagerness, Alphonse felt like melting; it felt so right, becoming one with the person he loved more than anybody else. Through passion’s haze, he heard Ed call out his name and Al answered with his whole being, opening up to the other shamelessly. Ed’s hot semen filled his brother’s body as he reached the peak, nearly sobbing from the sense of perfect completeness.
They couldn’t stop afterwards. All those years, the missed teenage days caught up with them; hormones raced at speed of light. They couldn’t get enough of each other and they never said no. For them, it felt right, even though deep inside, in the depth of their souls, they knew this was actually a crime.
***
None of them noticed the signs. They even laughed when Al started to gain weight, agreeing, that he shouldn’t have eaten so much cake. The nausea wasn’t pleasant, but the medicines helped a little and Al was sure it would pass.
Until one morning, Winry shook her head and scolded the younger brother with a gentle smile. “You’re acting like a pregnant woman, really! Look at yourself, your trousers barely fit! And this sickness...” her face turned serious. “I worry for you. This isn’t normal.”
Ed felt his blood freeze in his veins. He nearly spurted out his coffee and he noticed that Al had turned pale, too.
“Don’t worry, Winry. I’ll go see the doctor soon,” Alphonse smiled back with amazing self-control. However, as he sat down and his silvery eyes met his brother’s golden ones, panic was flashing in his gaze.
Half an hour later, they were sitting together in a tight embrace, shivering from fear.
“Nii-san, do you think, I’m... I’m really...?” Al’s voice broke and he looked up, searching for reassurance on Ed’s face.
There was none. “It’s not possible,” Ed said, but his tone lacked its usual steadiness. “You’re a male. You can’t get pregnant. You can’t.”
“But Nii-san...!” Al whimpered desperately. “The same signs... and we indeed made love. Maybe... maybe the Gate, while my body was there-”
Ed shook his head wildly and pulled his brother closer. His hands wandered on Al’s shoulders and arms, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch his round belly.
***
After two weeks, they couldn’t deny it anymore. Alphonse was pregnant by his brother When they first voiced this, Ed started to laugh hysterically before sobbing desperately “Once again, I ruined your life,” he wept and refused his brother’s embracing arms. “Don’t touch me. I’m a monster. I had sex with my own brother and I made him pregnant!!”
“Nii-san, this isn’t your fault.” Tears ran down Al’s face as well. “We didn’t know it... And we’re in a big trouble now. How will I...” he felt sick as he forced out the words “give birth to it?”
Ed tilted his head up. This was something scientific, something he was supposed to be capable of dealing with. “We... don’t know how this...” he gestured toward his brother’s tummy with slight disgust “child came into being. This should mean you have a womb and ovaries as well, yet you possess male genitals. I’m not a doctor, but it seems to be logical, that when it’s time, only a caesarean section could help. The problem is...” he swallowed and couldn’t continue. However, Al caught the train of thought. “We have no idea how to do this, nor do the real doctors. It would require a serious operation because they have to find the womb first.” His voice was a mere whisper as he continued. “If they get word about this, I’ll be taken to Central, examined like a guinea pig. Our sins would be revealed, and I would very likely die, too.”
Ed curled up into a ball and started to cry again. It was heartwrenching to see him crumble away under the weight of this nightmarish reality. Al didn’t weep. His mind was too occupied with slowly developing plans to waste his strength.
***
The call from Central solved Al’s problems. Even if Ed suspected something, he couldn’t stay; he was still the military’s dog and he had to go. Al pulled out his books and started to study day and night. He designed the array with definite care. After all, he didn’t want to kill himself.
He didn’t have it easy. Winry started to suspect something and she gave him odd looks. Al was sure she couldn’t accept the reality, no matter how obvious it was. The human mind was a wonderful thing: it can come up with the neatest explanations for any phenomena humans aren’t designed to understand.
The nausea wasn’t an issue. Al got used to it and never complained, not even to himself. The nightmares were worse. He saw visions of himself, struggling to perform a task his body wasn’t designed for. He saw Ed being executed for the sins he committed. Very often, doctors surrounded him, their faces covered with masks and in their hands, cold blades flickering, ready to slice up his skin. Once, he dreamt that he became a woman and gave birth to the child, but the baby was black and had violet eyes and sharp fangs.
He threw up after he woke from that nightmare.
Al started to truly hate his body. He wore his loosest clothes to conceal the state he was in. He wasn’t able to look into the mirror. Although when he bathed, he couldn’t stop himself from touching his belly. There was something utterly perverse in this, and when he got an erection because of it, Al cried and laughed at the same time, as he jerked off.
Three days passed and the array was designed. Of course, it required a great amount of guessing, since this wasn’t a transmutation anybody had ever tried. However, Alphonse was just as bright as his brother was, and he trusted his knowledge. Besides, if he messes up something, what could he loose? Otherwise, one way or another, he was practically sentenced to death. The array was his only chance.
***
The candle’s light danced on the walls and on the clean ground. The white chalk lines seemed to glow oddly. Alphonse was shivering although the late spring night was really pleasant. Slowly, hesitantly, he shed his clothes until he was completely naked. He looked down and pondered for a moment: would others see him as disgusting and deformed as he did?
Carefully, he walked into the array, not touching the delicate white lines. He kneeled down, sitting on his heels and took a deep breath. If he made a mistake, he’ll he’d be dead or he’d wish he was. If not, he he’d be able to greet his brother with a cheerful smile and never again fear the future. He placed his fingers on the lines and murmured a brief prayer – maybe somebody will hear it after all – and he activated the array.
Bluish-white lightning ran along the curves and angles, illuminating the hard walls and the kneeling form. A breeze began to play with Alphonse’s dark honey hair and the sizzles crept up his arms, until they engulfed his whole figure.
The boy felt the alchemic reaction’s tickle on his skin and gasped as the lightning found its way inside - not leaving a wound, just entering to begin its work.
Only a few seconds passed until it began to hurt. Seriously. Al’s silvery eyes widened as the transmutation’s energy began to change something in him, forging his living flesh, twisting, tearing, and squeezing the tender organs. The boy’s body tensed, his mouth opened for a scream, but the agony stole his voice. Tears streamed down his face and he couldn’t even breathe, yet he was unable to pull away his fingers.
The whole process lasted only a minute or two, but Alphonse went to the Hell and back during that time. Finally, his teary eyes registered the blood, the white bones, and the sick wet red of the flesh. A strained, agonizing cry broke free from him and he fell back, his consciousness being swallowed up into the darkness before he hit the ground.
***
When Ed arrived home and couldn’t find his brother, just papers with scribbles, he immediately knew where to go. He had never ran so fast in his whole life. He understood what that array was for. His heart beat furiously, already fearing the sight that could greet him.
Everybody knew about the small hideout. It was behind the third hill, a mile away from the village. It wasn’t a real cave, being too shallow, but the local kids all loved to pretend as it was big enough for a few of them to hide inside. And it was big enough for an array too.
When Ed stumbled into the opening, he nearly threw up from the smell of blood and from the sight of the small heap of flesh and bones piled up in a separate circle. Al’s motionless body lay on the cold ground, his previously round belly flat and smooth again. Ed kneeled down and gathered him into his arms.
Al’s eyes fluttered open and a happy smile spread out on his lips at first. Then, he frowned a little. “Did I succeed?”
Ed just nodded. Yes, his brother had managed to extrude the fetus out of his body, but there was no way to tell if his internal organs had remained intact. He gently probed the abdomen, applying some pressure to see if there was any pain. And suddenly, he realized something.
“N-Nii-san?” Al blinked as Edward’s face turned as white as the chalk he had used for the array. His golden eyes were glued to Al’s midsection and slowly, a teardrop rolled down his face.
Al reached down between his legs. His manhood was soft and warm, and his balls-
...weren’t there.
An unnatural calmness descended on the younger Elric. It felt strangely appropriate: the loss of his ability to procreate. He chuckled softly then started to laugh.
Ed understood. He craddled his brother close and rocked him as the amused laughter turned into desperate crying. Inwardly, he made a bitter mental note: life had a twisted sense of humor when it came to poetic justice.
~The End~
And be happy, that I left Al alive. Duh.
Title: Poetic Justice
Author: okami_hu
Beta: tomomi
_primaleyesPairing: Elricest
Rating: R
Warnings: angst, deeper than the pits of the Abyss. Mpreg. Blood. Disturbing images.
Disclaimer: If Arakawa knew, she’d murder me.
Note: My revenge is completed. Throw the flames the other direction, I didn’t violate any rules with this fic. I most likely rape your minds but others can get away with it.
Enjoy.
It wasn’t supposed to happen.
Damn, it couldn’t have happened. This was impossible! Against Nature’s laws!!
It had started out so beautifully. Al and Ed had finally found each other, settling down in Risenbul together. Everybody was happy for them. They all agreed that the brothers deserved the happiness; after all, they had been through so much. Ed was finally able to return from another world just because he loved his brother more than life itself.
For the boys, it wasn’t even surprising, that on a beautiful starry night, when they were lying together on the bed, their hands – all flesh– started to wander, to touch, to caress... Eyes fluttered shut and lips locked so naturally, as if they had been doing this forever.
When Edward’s hot, throbbing manhood entered him with desperate eagerness, Alphonse felt like melting; it felt so right, becoming one with the person he loved more than anybody else. Through passion’s haze, he heard Ed call out his name and Al answered with his whole being, opening up to the other shamelessly. Ed’s hot semen filled his brother’s body as he reached the peak, nearly sobbing from the sense of perfect completeness.
They couldn’t stop afterwards. All those years, the missed teenage days caught up with them; hormones raced at speed of light. They couldn’t get enough of each other and they never said no. For them, it felt right, even though deep inside, in the depth of their souls, they knew this was actually a crime.
***
None of them noticed the signs. They even laughed when Al started to gain weight, agreeing, that he shouldn’t have eaten so much cake. The nausea wasn’t pleasant, but the medicines helped a little and Al was sure it would pass.
Until one morning, Winry shook her head and scolded the younger brother with a gentle smile. “You’re acting like a pregnant woman, really! Look at yourself, your trousers barely fit! And this sickness...” her face turned serious. “I worry for you. This isn’t normal.”
Ed felt his blood freeze in his veins. He nearly spurted out his coffee and he noticed that Al had turned pale, too.
“Don’t worry, Winry. I’ll go see the doctor soon,” Alphonse smiled back with amazing self-control. However, as he sat down and his silvery eyes met his brother’s golden ones, panic was flashing in his gaze.
Half an hour later, they were sitting together in a tight embrace, shivering from fear.
“Nii-san, do you think, I’m... I’m really...?” Al’s voice broke and he looked up, searching for reassurance on Ed’s face.
There was none. “It’s not possible,” Ed said, but his tone lacked its usual steadiness. “You’re a male. You can’t get pregnant. You can’t.”
“But Nii-san...!” Al whimpered desperately. “The same signs... and we indeed made love. Maybe... maybe the Gate, while my body was there-”
Ed shook his head wildly and pulled his brother closer. His hands wandered on Al’s shoulders and arms, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch his round belly.
***
After two weeks, they couldn’t deny it anymore. Alphonse was pregnant by his brother When they first voiced this, Ed started to laugh hysterically before sobbing desperately “Once again, I ruined your life,” he wept and refused his brother’s embracing arms. “Don’t touch me. I’m a monster. I had sex with my own brother and I made him pregnant!!”
“Nii-san, this isn’t your fault.” Tears ran down Al’s face as well. “We didn’t know it... And we’re in a big trouble now. How will I...” he felt sick as he forced out the words “give birth to it?”
Ed tilted his head up. This was something scientific, something he was supposed to be capable of dealing with. “We... don’t know how this...” he gestured toward his brother’s tummy with slight disgust “child came into being. This should mean you have a womb and ovaries as well, yet you possess male genitals. I’m not a doctor, but it seems to be logical, that when it’s time, only a caesarean section could help. The problem is...” he swallowed and couldn’t continue. However, Al caught the train of thought. “We have no idea how to do this, nor do the real doctors. It would require a serious operation because they have to find the womb first.” His voice was a mere whisper as he continued. “If they get word about this, I’ll be taken to Central, examined like a guinea pig. Our sins would be revealed, and I would very likely die, too.”
Ed curled up into a ball and started to cry again. It was heartwrenching to see him crumble away under the weight of this nightmarish reality. Al didn’t weep. His mind was too occupied with slowly developing plans to waste his strength.
***
The call from Central solved Al’s problems. Even if Ed suspected something, he couldn’t stay; he was still the military’s dog and he had to go. Al pulled out his books and started to study day and night. He designed the array with definite care. After all, he didn’t want to kill himself.
He didn’t have it easy. Winry started to suspect something and she gave him odd looks. Al was sure she couldn’t accept the reality, no matter how obvious it was. The human mind was a wonderful thing: it can come up with the neatest explanations for any phenomena humans aren’t designed to understand.
The nausea wasn’t an issue. Al got used to it and never complained, not even to himself. The nightmares were worse. He saw visions of himself, struggling to perform a task his body wasn’t designed for. He saw Ed being executed for the sins he committed. Very often, doctors surrounded him, their faces covered with masks and in their hands, cold blades flickering, ready to slice up his skin. Once, he dreamt that he became a woman and gave birth to the child, but the baby was black and had violet eyes and sharp fangs.
He threw up after he woke from that nightmare.
Al started to truly hate his body. He wore his loosest clothes to conceal the state he was in. He wasn’t able to look into the mirror. Although when he bathed, he couldn’t stop himself from touching his belly. There was something utterly perverse in this, and when he got an erection because of it, Al cried and laughed at the same time, as he jerked off.
Three days passed and the array was designed. Of course, it required a great amount of guessing, since this wasn’t a transmutation anybody had ever tried. However, Alphonse was just as bright as his brother was, and he trusted his knowledge. Besides, if he messes up something, what could he loose? Otherwise, one way or another, he was practically sentenced to death. The array was his only chance.
***
The candle’s light danced on the walls and on the clean ground. The white chalk lines seemed to glow oddly. Alphonse was shivering although the late spring night was really pleasant. Slowly, hesitantly, he shed his clothes until he was completely naked. He looked down and pondered for a moment: would others see him as disgusting and deformed as he did?
Carefully, he walked into the array, not touching the delicate white lines. He kneeled down, sitting on his heels and took a deep breath. If he made a mistake, he’ll he’d be dead or he’d wish he was. If not, he he’d be able to greet his brother with a cheerful smile and never again fear the future. He placed his fingers on the lines and murmured a brief prayer – maybe somebody will hear it after all – and he activated the array.
Bluish-white lightning ran along the curves and angles, illuminating the hard walls and the kneeling form. A breeze began to play with Alphonse’s dark honey hair and the sizzles crept up his arms, until they engulfed his whole figure.
The boy felt the alchemic reaction’s tickle on his skin and gasped as the lightning found its way inside - not leaving a wound, just entering to begin its work.
Only a few seconds passed until it began to hurt. Seriously. Al’s silvery eyes widened as the transmutation’s energy began to change something in him, forging his living flesh, twisting, tearing, and squeezing the tender organs. The boy’s body tensed, his mouth opened for a scream, but the agony stole his voice. Tears streamed down his face and he couldn’t even breathe, yet he was unable to pull away his fingers.
The whole process lasted only a minute or two, but Alphonse went to the Hell and back during that time. Finally, his teary eyes registered the blood, the white bones, and the sick wet red of the flesh. A strained, agonizing cry broke free from him and he fell back, his consciousness being swallowed up into the darkness before he hit the ground.
***
When Ed arrived home and couldn’t find his brother, just papers with scribbles, he immediately knew where to go. He had never ran so fast in his whole life. He understood what that array was for. His heart beat furiously, already fearing the sight that could greet him.
Everybody knew about the small hideout. It was behind the third hill, a mile away from the village. It wasn’t a real cave, being too shallow, but the local kids all loved to pretend as it was big enough for a few of them to hide inside. And it was big enough for an array too.
When Ed stumbled into the opening, he nearly threw up from the smell of blood and from the sight of the small heap of flesh and bones piled up in a separate circle. Al’s motionless body lay on the cold ground, his previously round belly flat and smooth again. Ed kneeled down and gathered him into his arms.
Al’s eyes fluttered open and a happy smile spread out on his lips at first. Then, he frowned a little. “Did I succeed?”
Ed just nodded. Yes, his brother had managed to extrude the fetus out of his body, but there was no way to tell if his internal organs had remained intact. He gently probed the abdomen, applying some pressure to see if there was any pain. And suddenly, he realized something.
“N-Nii-san?” Al blinked as Edward’s face turned as white as the chalk he had used for the array. His golden eyes were glued to Al’s midsection and slowly, a teardrop rolled down his face.
Al reached down between his legs. His manhood was soft and warm, and his balls-
...weren’t there.
An unnatural calmness descended on the younger Elric. It felt strangely appropriate: the loss of his ability to procreate. He chuckled softly then started to laugh.
Ed understood. He craddled his brother close and rocked him as the amused laughter turned into desperate crying. Inwardly, he made a bitter mental note: life had a twisted sense of humor when it came to poetic justice.
~The End~
And be happy, that I left Al alive. Duh.
