It was, and he hated to admit it, an intriguing proposal. Ed wondered who the General had leaned on to get it written in just such a way to make his alchemic blood tingle.
"You embarrassed the brass, and now they want their pound of flesh."
Roy's breath took a holiday at the beach for approximately 30 seconds, the longest it had ever left him alone.
Ed had his suspicions about any offer Roy Mustang made that sounded like what he wanted. There had to be a catch.
"So, Colonel, when are you going to find my replacement?"
"This is disgusting," he said aloud, then poked his head through the door and yelled, "Brother! This is disgusting!"
Ed knew he was going to muck everything up between the three of him if he didn't get a hold of his libido.
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
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.
If he would permit himself to be honest, Alphonse would admit to Roy that he hates the rain, too.
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Ed was good; here they both were, trying to call each other's bluff.
Sex isn't comfortable. It's wet, hard, satisfying, but never comfortable.
"Damnit, brother," Alphonse managed, and Ed grinned at him. "I was only away for a week!"
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...
All it took was a push of his hand and the twist of a small brass key to put it out of sight.
Let me start by saying that I love my grandchildren. Actually, they’re my great great grandchildren, but that’s repetitive and makes me sound old, so screw that.
The creature tilted its head, eyeing the two men to the side of her, and slid off its precarious perch.
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?
Ed considered for a moment how much to share with the boy. Kids could be weird with what upset them, and Ed didn't want to lose his single ally in the neighborhood.
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.
The human body (or rather, the nearly-human homunculus body) is really an incredible thing.
"Just talking and showing won't help much. He needs to try things before he can get them right."
It is somewhat odd that two brothers can be so different, yet so close.
That was when the nightmare had begun, when the world had become stone walls, sterilized laboratories, and lights so bright as to make little red capillaries snake across both boys' eyes.
His friend is blushing, ashamed to be seen in such a condition - and this is not new, either, this is not new at all.
"I can't be this old and still a virgin," Ed snickered. "I mean, you've been with someone, right?
Roy had not wanted to cry for many years; he hadn't wept since Ishbal.
You want to break him just once; see what he really is beneath that cool exterior.
He's a pessimist with an ego seven miles long; he's a scientist, too, doesn't approve of Al's books.
It wasn't enough just to know what chemical components went into a human body, not if the structural knowledge was completely lacking.
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...
This was always my favorite part of the day, when I could observe the wicked gleams of a glare I wasn't meant to see.
They say that a wizard lives in the log cabin, on the other side of the dark woods and the silver river.
Boys shouldn't do this, either with their brothers or with any other boy.
Once Envy could have killed Al with the mere scratch of a sharp black finger against those thick bloody lines.
Half the apple pie was still on a cracked plate on the windowsill, covered with a bowl so it didn't go stale before tomorrow, because it was all he had in the house.
Nobody knocks at their house; there is only one person who ever comes and Edward doesn't need to knock.
"I'm not being forced out of another home. They won't be here long, and it's not like they'll be looking for us."
Winry had scraped a promise out of Ed.
"Get out of the kitchen, brother," he snarled, waving the spatula threateningly. "I'm still cooking, damnit."
Sometimes he feels like an actor, playing to an especially difficult audience.
The air feels cold against Al's face, and even colder down his naked back.
Not many people are close enough to his brother to have seen either of the first two with any sort of frequency.
To he who seeks, let him find. That was Ed's motto.
I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.