And then the Words were coming again, maddening addiction crawling straight down inside, making him itch, making him want.
"I can't be this old and still a virgin," Ed snickered. "I mean, you've been with someone, right?
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Hadn't he survived a month on a deserted island when he was ten, equipped only with a little knife and one pair of shorts? He was tough. He was rugged. He could fall asleep anywhere. He could totally do this.
But Mustang would hold onto his control easily, manipulating the boy to lose more and more of his.
Tomorrow: having to talk to fucking Hohenheim. The day after tomorrow: the apocalypse. No pressure, eh?
"Don't worry," Greed had whispered. "I'll take care of your little death."
Alphonse might not have been attractive in Envy's eyes, but what he currently represented was.
Ed had confessed that he had no idea how the relationships had started.
Roy had not wanted to cry for many years; he hadn't wept since Ishbal.
There is immortality deep within us that has nothing to do with corruptible flesh and earthly demise.
He realized for the first time that Edward, who he was used to seeing shadowed by blood and sweat and his own private sorrows, was actually beautiful.
This too, was wrong – not at all the way these things were supposed to go. In his mind's eye, Edward was already yielding to the pressure of his witty onslaught.
Ed's scowl deepens. "Want us to leave and come back when we aren't virgins anymore?"
The Colonel's staff next door ignored the pleas for help and gunshots.
How do you condition the unconditional?
“Envy,” she murmured in her brother’s ear. “I need a favor.”
Ling. Ambitious, greedy Ling. He deserved what he got.
Typical Ed; overprotective, hypocritical, condescending, and for some reason fundamentally incapable of treating Al as an equal.
"Alphonse... why are you wearing a blouse?" The younger boy buried his face in his textbook, and mumbled something inaudible. "...and a miniskirt!?"
“Are you all right, Loincloth Witch Alphonse?” “Y-y-yes,” the young hero stammered, feeling as though at any moment his heart might leap right through his ribcage.
Of course he came through the window.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
The brush began its march through the sunbeam locks, from crown to tail, and Riza pressed her lips to them. "Until then."
Sometimes he feels like an actor, playing to an especially difficult audience.
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
This was getting crazy. He knew that his college years ran equivalent with his sexual peak, but honestly?
“Your latest expense reports left something to be desired. Why don’t you have a seat, and we’ll go over them.” “I’ll stand, thanks.”
Snuggling on the couch was perhaps the only place where their differences worked with each other, albeit briefly.
I know we're going to wind up in our power roles again and again, claws out, dipping hard, down into flesh that sprouts the sanctity of red, red, blood.
It isn't often that our darkest fantasies get fulfilled.
Oh, yes, Ed had ordered him not to speak, too. Couldn't forget about that.
Twenty-one days, and it all falls down.
Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.
Predator-sleek and supple like a malignant-looking trickster, blurring the lines between human and inhuman, male and female, dead and alive.
He'll fix himself breakfast, and maybe something for Edward as well, if he's feeling charitable.
His tone was all weary patience, as though explaining to a child why candy was out of the question until after dinner.
I was talking with Al one day. And I was explaining how a long-term relationship is like a religion. They both have similar hallmarks...
Al didn't complain about his brother's occasional delinquency, so Ed didn't have room to complain about Al's taste in boyfriends.
He didn't know exactly what he found so captivating, seeing Edward like this, but he couldn't stop looking.
"Yeah," Fuery chips in, "you're always the one to stop Ed from doing weird stuff, not the other way around."
"One of us was going to betray the other tonight."
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
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.
"You know we need to catch that train to Central, and you were being unreasonable. If we're late getting back again, General Mustang's going to have a fit."
But still they see, from the languid, liquid (inhuman) grace of her walk, the sway of her movements, the tattoos on her skin that she is something not quite human.