I'm the only person I know of so far to write this pairing. I hope to inspire more love.
We'll start off first with an intro micro-drabble (Aka, the crap-filler-drabble), and then after you
Ummm... spoilers, fluff, mild AU-ness occasionally, and projections of an older, more mature Alphonse, and Wrath. (Wrath? Mature? Omgwtfbbqimpossible!) etc. .__.
"When Brother was Gone"
When brother was there, Al always took his side. He couldn't help it. He was, after all, his only big brother, and Alphonse loved him more than he loved anything else in the world. It was only natural that they had to protect each other at all costs, and that meant against everyone else.
When brother was there, Alphonse would not hesitate to attack Wrath if need be. He was a homunculus; He had stolen Brother's limbs; He wouldn't bat an eye if he had to take the rest of his body. The normally demure Elric could not let such things happen, no matter how merciful his nature. That was the way things were when Brother was there.
But when Brother was gone, Al could not help but pity the child.
Alphonse's mother kissed him very often when he was young. She would kiss him on the cheek before sending him off to kindergarten, and catch his struggling brother for one, while their friends giggled. She would kiss him on the forehead when he did something that made her proud, like completing a good transmutation, or cleaning up his room without being asked. She kissed his scrapes when he hurt, and she kissed his lips before she tucked him into bed at night, and sometimes, as he helped her with the cooking, and got himself so covered in flour that his adorableness was utterly irresistable, she would pinch his chin, and kiss him on the nose, the only clean part on his face.
Being kissed by Wrath was not like being kissed by his Mother. He was surprised, at first, when the violet eyed boy who had normally been completely mean to him when they encountered each other on his visits to the Rockbells, had told him, with a profuse blush, that he wanted to go for a walk. He was shocked to have Wrath slip his automail hand into his own flesh hand, and stop beneath the plum tree in the backyard, where he could remember having played as a child. He was almost a little scared by the foreign feeling of Wrath's lips pressed against his; he froze, his heart fluttering, and confusedly wondered exactly what had just happened. He felt apprehensive, worried, even a little bit ashamed; all things that felt alien to him; he'd never felt that when Mother kissed him.
Yet, there was a tiny hint of warmth he felt, as Wrath's hands held on to his. Warmth... was definitely a feeling he could understand.
It was the first kiss, but only the first of many.
"Let's have a baby."
The comment would have caused Wrath to fall off the couch completely, if Alphonse hadn't been curled on his chest to stake him down. He spluttered as though he were choking on something, which was only worsened by the weight on his torso that bounced with each tremor, and finally managed to cough out,
"Yeah," Al replied, nuzzling against Wrath's neck, his completely calm and normal self.
"B-but, well, you know how- we can't exactly- you know we're both-"
"I don't mean that way," Al said propping himself up to gaze into Wrath's eyes, "I mean- we should adopt a baby." Wrath was still staring at Alphonse as though he'd grown another head.
"But why?" Wrath asked, as Al pouted and shifted a bit, beginning to twirl some of Wrath's dark hair between his fingers.
"Well, why not? Don't you think it would be so nice?" Al blushed as he continued dreamily, "A nice cute, soft and cuddly baby... to take care of, and raise, and teach, and hug, and comfort when he cries, and be proud of when he's good, and bring to school, and-"
"Don't get so far ahead. I mean- a baby's a really big commitment."
"I know. But we can commit. I think we'd be good parents."
"Bu- but that's not all! There's money involved, right? Lots of it. And a house, and-"
"Well, if I keep teaching for a while longer, I'll be able to make more, and you're pulling in a little as well. Then, well, I guess we'd need to get a new house..."
"-I like this house!" Wrath interjected, desperately, "And we're too young. You're only twenty four-"
"Twenty five next month-" Al pointed out, "Come on. Don't you think we can make a few sacrifices for the sake of raising a happy child?" Al began kissing wrath gently on the cheek, " We could adopt from Xing, or Ishbal; some poor baby who needs parents, and we could provide that." Al moved his affectionate pecks down the blushing Wrath's jaw and to his neck. Being kissed by Al was so nice... no!; he had to stay focused!
"Uh- ah- I don't think we're ready!" He stammered, trying not to be distracted by Alphonse's wicked wiles, "Just, not now. Isn't there anything else you could take care of? For the time being?"
Al pulled back and twisted his lip in dissappointment, "Like what? A new cat?"
"Yes! Cat! Good!" Wrath exclaimed, "Cat would be nice."
Al's agate eyes dimmed as he thought this over, and finally gave in with a sigh,
"I guess a new cat would be alright for now." Al resigned, snuggling back against Wrath.
Wrath exhaled deeply, quite certain that his heart had nearly stopped for a moment there, and didn't notice the smug smirk that tweaked Al's peaceful expression.
(He would be able to take Mittens out of hiding now...)