"I will teach you patience even it if kills me," Alfons gritted out. "Let me do this my way, you can give up control just for one act."
Every statement directed at me now seemed to be prefaced with "you bastard." I didn't mind; it was as good a name as any other.
The thought that Elric might be hanging around, watching him like yesterday, was just too creepy to contemplate.
They were not used to being alone and when they were together they were not.
"It's not that easy, Roy. You see, it's my fault he is this way. He honestly doesn't want to hurt me. He loves me..."
It made a lovely picture, with the moonlight streaming in thick and silver under the curtains, and Edward silently cursed everything that came to mind...
Ed peeked into the last box and began to grin. "Twelve-layer chocolate cake," he said. "Wow, a whole slice."
No kinks, no cross-dressing, no tag-team threesomes, and all pets must be ushered out of the room beforehand.
He had never dared to dream that things could get better, astounded as he'd been by the way air tasted spilling over his tongue...
The resemblance to the first set was so uncanny that had he not known better, Ling would have assumed she was a twin.
It's a paradoxical situation; Alphonse is closer to Edward than he has ever been, yet somehow he feels as if they don't know each other at all.
“I’ve never seen an alchemist who didn’t need to draw one of those circles,” he complimented, in a tone just shy of cooing. “You must be pretty special.”
"Did God," Scar asked softly, "mean for us to die?"
There was a lot to be said for experimentation, Ed thought later, when Al was curled up in his arms as Winry fussed in the bathroom.
"I can't be this old and still a virgin," Ed snickered. "I mean, you've been with someone, right?
Edward had come into his life, taken over his life; and sometimes Roy wondered what was left of it for him.
The easiest way to destroy an enemy is to destroy those he depends upon.
Yeah. Get it right and be honest, it's a little too good, a little too everything to let go of just yet.
Envy would never let him forget that the price of pride was destruction, and that those who infringed upon God's domain were damned.
The first time was not a night of magic or fireworks, not something dreams were made of, not something that either of them planned on repeating again.
"Shut up. Don't say anything. I made you food, and there's beer in the icebox, and happy fucking Oktoberfest."
I've never regretted keeping you, Envy.
After so many years in the dark, Edward Elric had discovered he had a libido after all, and it was unfortunately exacting its frustrated vengeance upon one Alphonse Elric.
Stay observant! Amestris needs you!
The momentary flash of grief and longing took him by surprise, as it always did.
Al turned out to be damnably difficult to seduce, but Roy wasn't about to back down from the challenge.
You had to hand it to Roy, he certainly knew how to keep his cool.
"You embarrassed the brass, and now they want their pound of flesh."
"This will feel like home, soon," Greed said when he woke the first time in this bed.
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
"You should know better than to behave that way, Envy," said a voice against his ear, and he felt the warmth of breath as it feathered over the side of his face.
"It's blue!" Edward announced with the voice of desperation.
Wouldn't it be easier, after all, to slip from beneath the blankets and return to his own bed, all but unused for the past month?
Sometimes Roy would just hold him for an hour or more, late at night, blind comfort.
"Apparently their mother never cautioned them to stay away from strangers with cars."
They say that a wizard lives in the log cabin, on the other side of the dark woods and the silver river.
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
“Envy,” she murmured in her brother’s ear. “I need a favor.”
They'd been on the run so long, Ed had long since lost track of the last time he'd slept in a bed instead of in an abandoned barn, or under a hedge.
"I've never met a pair of virgins more ready to jump off the sexual deep end, and you are hung up on a little social rule?"
I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.
Alchemy, the science of turning lead into gold, was never about actual, physical transmutation.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
The air feels cold against Al's face, and even colder down his naked back.
"He misses me," came the quiet whisper, a hope that maybe this madness would end, that maybe, maybe, he could be released, that he could go home.
It is her drive that makes Winry love her. It is the fact that her love doesn't weaken her.
This is what lovers do, thought Ed. They sacrifice for the other's pleasure.
Ed was pretty sure that the Colonel had an office fetish.
There is no way Alfons knows what he does to him.