Fic - One Night in Bang Cock
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cornerofmadnessTitle: One Night in Bang Cock
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cornerofmadness
Word Count: 2,479
Rating: NC-17, NSFW
Characters: Ling/Al (and some Al/Ling)
Prompt: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_slashfest for the prompt -
Emperor Ling/Al: They inspire each other to new heights of creativity in the bedroom. And in the hot springs, the peach orchard, the martial arts studio, and that one time in a moving palanquin that seemed like a good idea at the time but kind of wasn't.
Summary: Al is really enjoying his vacation in Xing
Warnings: light bondage, sex toys, food play, public sex, docking
Notes: Thanks toevil_little_dog for the beta. She made me title it this (and if you get the joke, go blame Murray Head). And all my title ideas were equally lame.
series -- manga
Disclaimer -- Arakwa owns them, I’m just messing with them.
Timeline/Spoilers -- post 108 but no spoilers
XXXX
“This is amazing,” Ling rasped, his arm moving slightly in the spring water to help keep him afloat. “It’s like the only part of me that exists.”
From between Ling’s legs, Al smiled around Ling’s cock before letting it slip free of his mouth. “Told you so.”
“You should try it,” Ling murmured.
Al hesitated. He’d discovered he really didn’t like floating. It muffled his hearing with his ears in the water and his body felt weightless. If he shut his eyes, it was like being without senses. It reminded him too much of being back in his armor for him to enjoy it. “Later. You first.”
Al took Ling’s long, slender shaft into his mouth, slowly lolling his tongue around the hot member. He kneaded Ling’s muscular butt under the water as his mouth toyed with his lover’s cock. Al circled one finger around Ling’s pucker. His own cock throbbed, reminding him it wanted attention, too, but it would have to wait. He could feel Ling’s muscles tensing so he slowed down a bit. It wouldn’t do for Ling to come too fast. Al slipped a finger inside Ling who moaned, his head dropping back. Ling sputtered, his head jerking back up out of the water.
“Try not to drown. I’ll leave your naked corpse here and let them figure out what happened.” Al smirked. “It’s Ed we expect to create an international incident, not me.”
Ling chuckled. “Give Ed time.” He folded his hands behind his head, making a pillow to float on.
Al went back to teasing and toying with Ling’s shaft. He tickled his tongue along the contours of the cock’s head. Ling’s muscles tightened again. The emperor nearly drowned himself a second time as he came, spilling in Al’s mouth. After a few moment’s rest to catch his breath, Ling squirmed free of Al’s support, grinning at him.
“Your turn.” Ling splashed a hand on the water, indicating for Alphonse to float.
Instead, Al pushed to the side of the bath then pulled himself up on the edge, spreading his legs. He beckoned Ling forward. One of Ling’s eyebrows shot up quizzically, but the emperor didn’t protest. He moved into the inviting V of Al’s legs, taking the young man’s erection deep into his mouth. Overly primed, Al nearly came at the first touch of Ling’s lips. He fought for control, but it didn’t last long, his cry as he climaxed, echoed in the bathhouse.
Ling flicked a finger on Al’s belly, resting his cheek on the blond’s thigh. “You are full of good ideas. I’m going to keep you around.”
Al just laughed.
XXX
Al swept his foot out. Ling tried to leap over it but didn’t quite make it, sprawling over backward on the mats, his head thumping off of them hard.
“You okay?” Al went over to him.
“Don’t overestimate your strength.” Ling laughed.
Al snorted, his gaze sweeping over the fallen emperor. “You look good like that.”
Ling licked his lips. “How do I look exactly?” He shifted his hips, his legs splaying open a little.
“Submissive.” Al’s grin went wicked. “A ruler at my feet.”
Ling chuckled again, brushing his bare toes over the growing erection hidden behind Al’s sparring trousers. “And don’t you love it.”
“More than you know.”
“Show me.”
Al needed no prompting. He threw himself onto the mat with the emperor, already half hard as he swarmed over the slender Xingese. Lips and hands warred. Sparring clothing went flying. Bare flesh pressed together. Al licked the palm of his hand messily then took firm hold of Ling’s cock. His hand glided its way up the length of the shaft as if following the pattern of a peppermint stick.
Al sucked on one of Ling’s nipples as his hand worked the emperor’s expanding shaft. Catching the hard bud of flesh between his teeth gently, Al gave it a little tug.
“Damn, Al.” Ling fumbled between their bodies, trying to get hold of Al’s penis.
Al stopped what he was doing long enough to grab Ling’s hands and push him back flat on the mat. “Stay,” he demanded and Ling smirked.
Al’s hand captured both of their cocks, rubbing them together, his breath rasping in and out. Ling obey the command, both surprising Al and making him harder. They were minus certain aids here and Al wasn’t sure just how submissive Ling would stay if they did have lubricant around.
His thumb coursed over the soft, damp tips of their cocks, sending electrical bon mots of delight racing through his body. Al rolled onto his side, taking Ling with him. He nipped the emperor’s shoulder. “Now you can touch me.”
Ling’s hand smoothed down Al’s back as Al rolled his foreskin down over the head of Ling’s cock. Both men shuddered at the intimate touch, the novel sensation of it. Ling gasped in Al’s ear.
“M-more,” the emperor stammered.
Al gleefully obeyed, taking them both quickly over the messy edge. He stroked Ling’s hip with sticky fingers, only to feel his lover tighten up. Al looked at him then followed his gaze to the far wall.
A masked warrior stood there, her automail fingers drumming her arm. A sound, half exasperated, half amused echoed out from behind Ran Fan’s mask. Al just stared back in horror. She turned on her heel and marched out, saying, “Clean your own mess, my emperor.” Ling burst into laughter.
“That is not funny.” Al pinched him. “She likes you, you know.”
That sobered Ling up. “That is a complicated thing. She likes you, too, if you must know.”
Al waved him off. “How much do you think she saw?”
“Enough. It’s probably not even the first time she’s watched, just the first time we’ve caught her at it.”
“I have no idea how to feel about that.”
Ling pushed Al’s head back onto the mat. “Enjoy it.”
XXX
“I’m not sure about this.” Al gave the silk scarves tying his arms to the bed post a tug.
Ling smirked. “You said you wanted to feel things more.”
“And how does me being tied down relate to that?” Al eyed his lover, noting Ling was more than hard enough just from tying him up.
“You’ll see. You’re going to have to trust me,” Ling replied, sounding just a little too much like Greed for comfort. “And it’s my turn to have you at my feet.”
Al smirked back. “Better make the most of it.”
“That is the plan and I have just the things.” Ling went to the dresser and pulled off the silk shawl he had draped there. “Let’s start with this.” He held up a feather.
“Um, Ling, I’m not sure that’s what I had in mind.” Al dug his heels into the bedding pushing back a bit.
“Don’t make me tie your feet, too.” Ling dusted the feather over Al’s nipples and the blond sucked in a deep breath. “See?”
Al nodded. “Not what I expected.”
Ling sucked briefly on one of the hardened pearls of flesh before turning the feather on Al’s testicles. He drew the soft tip of it over Al’s erection and around the head of his cock until Al writhed all over the bed. Giving him a brief break, Ling exchanged the feather for a mitten of some kind of fur. He rubbed his hand over the sensitive flesh of Al’s thigh, eliciting a moan.
When Ling wrapped that furred hand over Al’s cock, Al thrust into the softness, pulling hard on the scarves binding him. The headboard groaned, but not as loudly as the alchemist. “Damn, Ling, too much, it’s too much. You’re going to make me come now.”
The mitten disappeared. “That won’t do.” Ling brought two more items to the bed, the familiar bottle of lubricant and a covered dish. Ling set the dish on the bed stand, uncovering it to reveal the lychee that Alphonse was just learning to appreciate. Ling traced Al’s lips with one of the white fruits. Al’s tongue chased around the sweet taste. Ling pushed the fruit between Al’s lips then licked them after the alchemist swallowed the treat. Ling repeated the process with another lychee. The sweetness, the soft touch of Ling’s lips made Al harder. His hips swayed on the bed, and he wasn’t sure he liked having his hands tied, especially when he could see Ling’s cock, erect and waiting and he couldn’t touch it.
While Al was savoring one of the lychees, Ling helped himself to the lubricant. Al shuddered in anticipation as Ling crawled onto the bed, spreading Al’s legs with his cool, slick fingers. Al moaned as one finger probed into his warm recesses while Ling sucked Al’s cock deep into his mouth. Al arched his hips up, going as deep into Ling’s mouth as the emperor would let him.
The wet, hot touch of Ling’s mouth sudden disappeared along with the finger that had been exploring inside of Al. He groaned at the loss of sensation but the demise of Ling’s touch was very temporary. Al gasped as the head of Ling’s cock pressed into him just a bit.
“Don’t tease, Ling,” Al grumbled.
Ling pulled out again. “But it’s fun.”
The emperor didn’t tease Al a second time, thrusting into him with vigor. He swept Al’s legs up against his shoulders, to get a better angle. Al found himself rolled up on his own shoulders, Ling pounding deeply into him. He was helpless to do anything but give into his senses, and Al did that with enthusiasm, keening out Ling’s name; further exciting the young man, making Ling speed up his thrusts.
Al came noisily, warm semen dribbling down his chest. He was still trying to catch his breath when Ling spilled into him. Letting him down a little less than gently, Ling crashed onto the bed beside Al, panting.
“Fun,” Ling said.
Al wasn’t quite sure it was a statement or a question. He bobbed his head. “More than just fun.”
Ling kissed him. “Good.”
XXX
“I’m not…oh…I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Al rasped, not that it mattered at this point. He hadn’t been keen on the idea of traveling through the city in a palanquin. Al felt sorry for the porters, but Ling seemed to have little choice in the matter. Of course, they had every choice in the world when it kept to keeping their clothes on but they hadn’t bothered with that bit of propriety.
Ling thrust up into Al who was half in his lap, half draped over the red velvet of the palanquin’s bench seat. “Best idea I ever had.”
“They’re going to hear us,” Al said, grinding down on Ling’s shaft, burying him even deeper inside him.
“Then you better learn to be quiet.” Ling grinned then nibbled Al’s neck.
“You’re noisier than me,” Al protested, reaching between them so he could stroke his cock. “They have to be wondering why the weight keeps moving in here.”
“You worry about the dumbest things,” Ling panted. His tongue followed the line of Al’s collar bone as his hips moved slow but sure. Hooking his hands under Al’s thighs, he lifted the alchemist up a little.
Al took the hint, pulling up off of Ling’s shaft. He let the emperor reposition him on his knees. The soft velvet tickled the sensitive skin of his chest as Al rested his weight on the seat. “Still say…bad idea.”
Ling teased Al’s cock and balls, putting off getting right back inside of Al. “Best idea ever.”
Al had heard a lot about spirits and demons and not tempting them since he’d been in Xing. He didn’t put much stock in them until he heard someone cry out and stumble. The palanquin tilted. Ling squawked and, off balanced, hit the door. It opened as if some unseen hand yanked on it. Ling almost spilled right out on the street, but Al caught him by the ankles. Al nearly fell out with him, but he managed to haul the startled emperor back inside just before the palanquin was set down.
Ling lay on the floor, red-faced and breathing hard, his erection flagging. Someone knocked on the side then said, “We apologize, my emperor. A dog raced out in front of us and the palanquin was off balance.”
Ling pointedly ignored Al’s told-you-so look. “It’s fine. We’re not hurt. Please just get us out of here.”
Al couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing.
“It’s not funny,” Ling snarled.
“The whole market just saw the emperor’s dick. Sorry, that’s…that’s just ludicrous.” Al giggled. “I told you it wasn’t your best idea ever.”
“Maybe they didn’t see it was me.”
“We’re in a palanquin with the Imperial crest. They’re going to notice. They might not have seen me. I sure as hell hope not. It’ll be an international incident,” Al huffed. “The headlines nearly read ‘Emperor Yao Ling died in a Palanquin accident having sex with some blond guy’.”
Ling snorted. “Ran Fan would make sure you were named and probably hounded right out of Xing. They’re probably going to hear about this as it is all the way to Amestris. Your brother will choke on his breakfast reading the paper.”
Al broke out laughing harder. “I’d want to see that.” He slapped Ling’s arm. “Next time, listen to me when I say it’s a bad idea.”
XXX
Al followed Ling out to the gardens. Ling promised the peach orchard was not to be missed. Ran Fan, unmasked, stood at the doorway outside. She raised her eyebrows at them.
“Something wrong, Ran Fan?” Ling asked.
“Just wondering what condition you might be in, my Lord, after falling out of the palanquin earlier today.”
Al saw the smile playing in the corners of her mouth. He hoped he wouldn’t break down laughing again. Ling’s nose wrinkled.
“I’m fine. I’m going to show Al the peach orchard. It’s secluded, no need for a guard out there.” Ling waved her off dismissively.
Ran Fan’s gaze slid over to Alphonse. She rolled her eyes before she disappeared into the shadows.
Al couldn’t help snickering again. “I think she thinks you’re up to something naughty.”
Ling huffed, taking Al’s hand. “Come on, you must see the finest orchard anywhere.”
“And the best peaches?” Al smirked.
“You won’t find better.”
Ling hauled Al, still laughing, into the cool recesses of the trees. The smell of sweet fruit hung heavy in the air and Ling pulled a fuzzy peach down, rubbing it against Al’s cheek. Al turned his head, taking a bite. Juice ran down his chin and Ling’s tongue made sure to catch every drop.
Al knew he’d never had a trip to compare to this one. He took another bite of peach and let the fun begin again in a burst of sweetness.
Author:
cornerofmadnessWord Count: 2,479
Rating: NC-17, NSFW
Characters: Ling/Al (and some Al/Ling)
Prompt: written for
fma_slashfest for the prompt - Emperor Ling/Al: They inspire each other to new heights of creativity in the bedroom. And in the hot springs, the peach orchard, the martial arts studio, and that one time in a moving palanquin that seemed like a good idea at the time but kind of wasn't.
Summary: Al is really enjoying his vacation in Xing
Warnings: light bondage, sex toys, food play, public sex, docking
Notes: Thanks to
evil_little_dog for the beta. She made me title it this (and if you get the joke, go blame Murray Head). And all my title ideas were equally lame.series -- manga
Disclaimer -- Arakwa owns them, I’m just messing with them.
Timeline/Spoilers -- post 108 but no spoilers
XXXX
“This is amazing,” Ling rasped, his arm moving slightly in the spring water to help keep him afloat. “It’s like the only part of me that exists.”
From between Ling’s legs, Al smiled around Ling’s cock before letting it slip free of his mouth. “Told you so.”
“You should try it,” Ling murmured.
Al hesitated. He’d discovered he really didn’t like floating. It muffled his hearing with his ears in the water and his body felt weightless. If he shut his eyes, it was like being without senses. It reminded him too much of being back in his armor for him to enjoy it. “Later. You first.”
Al took Ling’s long, slender shaft into his mouth, slowly lolling his tongue around the hot member. He kneaded Ling’s muscular butt under the water as his mouth toyed with his lover’s cock. Al circled one finger around Ling’s pucker. His own cock throbbed, reminding him it wanted attention, too, but it would have to wait. He could feel Ling’s muscles tensing so he slowed down a bit. It wouldn’t do for Ling to come too fast. Al slipped a finger inside Ling who moaned, his head dropping back. Ling sputtered, his head jerking back up out of the water.
“Try not to drown. I’ll leave your naked corpse here and let them figure out what happened.” Al smirked. “It’s Ed we expect to create an international incident, not me.”
Ling chuckled. “Give Ed time.” He folded his hands behind his head, making a pillow to float on.
Al went back to teasing and toying with Ling’s shaft. He tickled his tongue along the contours of the cock’s head. Ling’s muscles tightened again. The emperor nearly drowned himself a second time as he came, spilling in Al’s mouth. After a few moment’s rest to catch his breath, Ling squirmed free of Al’s support, grinning at him.
“Your turn.” Ling splashed a hand on the water, indicating for Alphonse to float.
Instead, Al pushed to the side of the bath then pulled himself up on the edge, spreading his legs. He beckoned Ling forward. One of Ling’s eyebrows shot up quizzically, but the emperor didn’t protest. He moved into the inviting V of Al’s legs, taking the young man’s erection deep into his mouth. Overly primed, Al nearly came at the first touch of Ling’s lips. He fought for control, but it didn’t last long, his cry as he climaxed, echoed in the bathhouse.
Ling flicked a finger on Al’s belly, resting his cheek on the blond’s thigh. “You are full of good ideas. I’m going to keep you around.”
Al just laughed.
XXX
Al swept his foot out. Ling tried to leap over it but didn’t quite make it, sprawling over backward on the mats, his head thumping off of them hard.
“You okay?” Al went over to him.
“Don’t overestimate your strength.” Ling laughed.
Al snorted, his gaze sweeping over the fallen emperor. “You look good like that.”
Ling licked his lips. “How do I look exactly?” He shifted his hips, his legs splaying open a little.
“Submissive.” Al’s grin went wicked. “A ruler at my feet.”
Ling chuckled again, brushing his bare toes over the growing erection hidden behind Al’s sparring trousers. “And don’t you love it.”
“More than you know.”
“Show me.”
Al needed no prompting. He threw himself onto the mat with the emperor, already half hard as he swarmed over the slender Xingese. Lips and hands warred. Sparring clothing went flying. Bare flesh pressed together. Al licked the palm of his hand messily then took firm hold of Ling’s cock. His hand glided its way up the length of the shaft as if following the pattern of a peppermint stick.
Al sucked on one of Ling’s nipples as his hand worked the emperor’s expanding shaft. Catching the hard bud of flesh between his teeth gently, Al gave it a little tug.
“Damn, Al.” Ling fumbled between their bodies, trying to get hold of Al’s penis.
Al stopped what he was doing long enough to grab Ling’s hands and push him back flat on the mat. “Stay,” he demanded and Ling smirked.
Al’s hand captured both of their cocks, rubbing them together, his breath rasping in and out. Ling obey the command, both surprising Al and making him harder. They were minus certain aids here and Al wasn’t sure just how submissive Ling would stay if they did have lubricant around.
His thumb coursed over the soft, damp tips of their cocks, sending electrical bon mots of delight racing through his body. Al rolled onto his side, taking Ling with him. He nipped the emperor’s shoulder. “Now you can touch me.”
Ling’s hand smoothed down Al’s back as Al rolled his foreskin down over the head of Ling’s cock. Both men shuddered at the intimate touch, the novel sensation of it. Ling gasped in Al’s ear.
“M-more,” the emperor stammered.
Al gleefully obeyed, taking them both quickly over the messy edge. He stroked Ling’s hip with sticky fingers, only to feel his lover tighten up. Al looked at him then followed his gaze to the far wall.
A masked warrior stood there, her automail fingers drumming her arm. A sound, half exasperated, half amused echoed out from behind Ran Fan’s mask. Al just stared back in horror. She turned on her heel and marched out, saying, “Clean your own mess, my emperor.” Ling burst into laughter.
“That is not funny.” Al pinched him. “She likes you, you know.”
That sobered Ling up. “That is a complicated thing. She likes you, too, if you must know.”
Al waved him off. “How much do you think she saw?”
“Enough. It’s probably not even the first time she’s watched, just the first time we’ve caught her at it.”
“I have no idea how to feel about that.”
Ling pushed Al’s head back onto the mat. “Enjoy it.”
XXX
“I’m not sure about this.” Al gave the silk scarves tying his arms to the bed post a tug.
Ling smirked. “You said you wanted to feel things more.”
“And how does me being tied down relate to that?” Al eyed his lover, noting Ling was more than hard enough just from tying him up.
“You’ll see. You’re going to have to trust me,” Ling replied, sounding just a little too much like Greed for comfort. “And it’s my turn to have you at my feet.”
Al smirked back. “Better make the most of it.”
“That is the plan and I have just the things.” Ling went to the dresser and pulled off the silk shawl he had draped there. “Let’s start with this.” He held up a feather.
“Um, Ling, I’m not sure that’s what I had in mind.” Al dug his heels into the bedding pushing back a bit.
“Don’t make me tie your feet, too.” Ling dusted the feather over Al’s nipples and the blond sucked in a deep breath. “See?”
Al nodded. “Not what I expected.”
Ling sucked briefly on one of the hardened pearls of flesh before turning the feather on Al’s testicles. He drew the soft tip of it over Al’s erection and around the head of his cock until Al writhed all over the bed. Giving him a brief break, Ling exchanged the feather for a mitten of some kind of fur. He rubbed his hand over the sensitive flesh of Al’s thigh, eliciting a moan.
When Ling wrapped that furred hand over Al’s cock, Al thrust into the softness, pulling hard on the scarves binding him. The headboard groaned, but not as loudly as the alchemist. “Damn, Ling, too much, it’s too much. You’re going to make me come now.”
The mitten disappeared. “That won’t do.” Ling brought two more items to the bed, the familiar bottle of lubricant and a covered dish. Ling set the dish on the bed stand, uncovering it to reveal the lychee that Alphonse was just learning to appreciate. Ling traced Al’s lips with one of the white fruits. Al’s tongue chased around the sweet taste. Ling pushed the fruit between Al’s lips then licked them after the alchemist swallowed the treat. Ling repeated the process with another lychee. The sweetness, the soft touch of Ling’s lips made Al harder. His hips swayed on the bed, and he wasn’t sure he liked having his hands tied, especially when he could see Ling’s cock, erect and waiting and he couldn’t touch it.
While Al was savoring one of the lychees, Ling helped himself to the lubricant. Al shuddered in anticipation as Ling crawled onto the bed, spreading Al’s legs with his cool, slick fingers. Al moaned as one finger probed into his warm recesses while Ling sucked Al’s cock deep into his mouth. Al arched his hips up, going as deep into Ling’s mouth as the emperor would let him.
The wet, hot touch of Ling’s mouth sudden disappeared along with the finger that had been exploring inside of Al. He groaned at the loss of sensation but the demise of Ling’s touch was very temporary. Al gasped as the head of Ling’s cock pressed into him just a bit.
“Don’t tease, Ling,” Al grumbled.
Ling pulled out again. “But it’s fun.”
The emperor didn’t tease Al a second time, thrusting into him with vigor. He swept Al’s legs up against his shoulders, to get a better angle. Al found himself rolled up on his own shoulders, Ling pounding deeply into him. He was helpless to do anything but give into his senses, and Al did that with enthusiasm, keening out Ling’s name; further exciting the young man, making Ling speed up his thrusts.
Al came noisily, warm semen dribbling down his chest. He was still trying to catch his breath when Ling spilled into him. Letting him down a little less than gently, Ling crashed onto the bed beside Al, panting.
“Fun,” Ling said.
Al wasn’t quite sure it was a statement or a question. He bobbed his head. “More than just fun.”
Ling kissed him. “Good.”
XXX
“I’m not…oh…I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Al rasped, not that it mattered at this point. He hadn’t been keen on the idea of traveling through the city in a palanquin. Al felt sorry for the porters, but Ling seemed to have little choice in the matter. Of course, they had every choice in the world when it kept to keeping their clothes on but they hadn’t bothered with that bit of propriety.
Ling thrust up into Al who was half in his lap, half draped over the red velvet of the palanquin’s bench seat. “Best idea I ever had.”
“They’re going to hear us,” Al said, grinding down on Ling’s shaft, burying him even deeper inside him.
“Then you better learn to be quiet.” Ling grinned then nibbled Al’s neck.
“You’re noisier than me,” Al protested, reaching between them so he could stroke his cock. “They have to be wondering why the weight keeps moving in here.”
“You worry about the dumbest things,” Ling panted. His tongue followed the line of Al’s collar bone as his hips moved slow but sure. Hooking his hands under Al’s thighs, he lifted the alchemist up a little.
Al took the hint, pulling up off of Ling’s shaft. He let the emperor reposition him on his knees. The soft velvet tickled the sensitive skin of his chest as Al rested his weight on the seat. “Still say…bad idea.”
Ling teased Al’s cock and balls, putting off getting right back inside of Al. “Best idea ever.”
Al had heard a lot about spirits and demons and not tempting them since he’d been in Xing. He didn’t put much stock in them until he heard someone cry out and stumble. The palanquin tilted. Ling squawked and, off balanced, hit the door. It opened as if some unseen hand yanked on it. Ling almost spilled right out on the street, but Al caught him by the ankles. Al nearly fell out with him, but he managed to haul the startled emperor back inside just before the palanquin was set down.
Ling lay on the floor, red-faced and breathing hard, his erection flagging. Someone knocked on the side then said, “We apologize, my emperor. A dog raced out in front of us and the palanquin was off balance.”
Ling pointedly ignored Al’s told-you-so look. “It’s fine. We’re not hurt. Please just get us out of here.”
Al couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing.
“It’s not funny,” Ling snarled.
“The whole market just saw the emperor’s dick. Sorry, that’s…that’s just ludicrous.” Al giggled. “I told you it wasn’t your best idea ever.”
“Maybe they didn’t see it was me.”
“We’re in a palanquin with the Imperial crest. They’re going to notice. They might not have seen me. I sure as hell hope not. It’ll be an international incident,” Al huffed. “The headlines nearly read ‘Emperor Yao Ling died in a Palanquin accident having sex with some blond guy’.”
Ling snorted. “Ran Fan would make sure you were named and probably hounded right out of Xing. They’re probably going to hear about this as it is all the way to Amestris. Your brother will choke on his breakfast reading the paper.”
Al broke out laughing harder. “I’d want to see that.” He slapped Ling’s arm. “Next time, listen to me when I say it’s a bad idea.”
XXX
Al followed Ling out to the gardens. Ling promised the peach orchard was not to be missed. Ran Fan, unmasked, stood at the doorway outside. She raised her eyebrows at them.
“Something wrong, Ran Fan?” Ling asked.
“Just wondering what condition you might be in, my Lord, after falling out of the palanquin earlier today.”
Al saw the smile playing in the corners of her mouth. He hoped he wouldn’t break down laughing again. Ling’s nose wrinkled.
“I’m fine. I’m going to show Al the peach orchard. It’s secluded, no need for a guard out there.” Ling waved her off dismissively.
Ran Fan’s gaze slid over to Alphonse. She rolled her eyes before she disappeared into the shadows.
Al couldn’t help snickering again. “I think she thinks you’re up to something naughty.”
Ling huffed, taking Al’s hand. “Come on, you must see the finest orchard anywhere.”
“And the best peaches?” Al smirked.
“You won’t find better.”
Ling hauled Al, still laughing, into the cool recesses of the trees. The smell of sweet fruit hung heavy in the air and Ling pulled a fuzzy peach down, rubbing it against Al’s cheek. Al turned his head, taking a bite. Juice ran down his chin and Ling’s tongue made sure to catch every drop.
Al knew he’d never had a trip to compare to this one. He took another bite of peach and let the fun begin again in a burst of sweetness.
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Date: 2011-08-10 04:59 am (UTC)Somehow, I just don't see Ling ever being humble. Not even after the palanquin incident.
XD
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Date: 2011-08-10 02:37 pm (UTC)thanks
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Date: 2011-08-11 12:45 pm (UTC)Does the Ultimate Shield extend to the royal jewels?
That was awesome. I've never read a Ling/Al, but I have a serious jones for Ling fic, so I had to read. Loved it.
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Date: 2011-08-11 01:06 pm (UTC)Greed says yes
thank you. I'm glad you liked it