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He and Edward travel through this new world, on feet or by horse-driven cart, unburdened by the thought of alchemy. Al knows Edward misses Winry, so much, but the heartache fades.

They're joined by another. His name is Alfons. He nearly died of a bullet wound.

Alfons is Al's doppleganger from this world, or he has heard it mutter behind their backs. They're not mirror images of each other, but Edward insists that Alfons has a crinkle on his upper lip that Al always had when they're smiling close-mouthed.

The same fearless, bold persistence.

When Edward is absent, Al finds himself gravitating to Alfons, fascinated by his inventions and clever mind. He envies him, and sympathizes when his companion begins to feel ill, hiding up in the top floor, coughing up specks of blood and grumbling about delayed in his work. About his own failing health.

Surviving a bullet wound had been hell to begin with, but this…

Their hands meet. Al presses his fingers between the other boy's paler ones, trying reassure him that nobody is going anywhere, and certainly not Alfons himself. Those bright blue eyes crinkle, just like Alfons' upper lip.

Al recognizes the taste of jam and honey, when a pair of lips collide with his, Alfons shutting his eyes and embracing Al's waist by the doorway. The heavier, euphoric groan vibrates against Al's skin, like it is gonna dissolve all of his molecules.

He doesn't know if they taste the same, Al breaking the kiss and going down on his copy, nosing against him.

Anything's possible.

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FMA isn't mine. A little less horror and Halloween for this one, but it's fine! We got one more fic left! Hope any curious minds enjoyed this and any thoughts welcomed!