Title: Games of Pretend
Description: Just a random, movie-based drabble. Very short, but I rather like it. HeidrichxEd, very much with the implied Elricest.
Games of Pretend
There is no resistance, only distantly familiar warmth as Heidrich's tongue, writhing and wet, slides between his lips. It is a kiss layered with guilt and sinful promises, but Edward wouldn't have wished for it any other way. It would feel the same even if the doppelganger of his brother were who he really wanted it to be.
There is no struggle against the roughness of the taller man's body as they lower themselves to the comfort of the bed, rather a strange acceptance of what he offers; even though he would be gentle and smooth in the same situation.
There is no hesitation in returning the hushed moans of 'brother' in his ear with whimpers of his own, even if the familiar word is a lie. He doesn't deny that he wants someone else to Alfons, and Alfons never asks him to, more seems to have a bizzare understanding of how he feels. Of the shameful wants of Edward Elric.
And there is no pain as the craved warmth is finally close enough to bring him over the edge, only blissful pleasure as, for a moment, just a moment, they both can imagine.
But it does hurt when the soft chant of 'brother' morphs into 'I love you''s, because it is Alfons Heidrich who is confessing, and doing so genuinely. The tears of pity blaze hot paths down Edward's cheeks when he can finally bring himself to open clouded golden eyes.
Because there is only one person who he can associate with that intimacy, and it is not the man who loves him, but his brother, his own flesh and blood.
Alfons doesn't even know if Edward's sympathy is truely for him anymore.
Maybe it would be best if he could learn to pretend as well.