Includes master/servant, corporal punishment, etc.
This wasn't really what he'd been expecting from surreptitious wartime sex. He'd thought it would be some kind of quickie round the back of the latrines.
The blow cracked Ed's cheekbone, an audible noise in the quiet room, and he felt and tasted the blood that filled his mouth.
To every outlandish, self-serving, and sometimes damn near suicidal thing that Edward Elric suggested, Jean Havoc would always reply mildly, with just a touch of good humor, "You're the boss."
Sweet nothingness, just feeling, no Stone, no pesky mental commentary or guilt, and just this goddamn sensation that eclipsed the sun.
The easiest way to destroy an enemy is to destroy those he depends upon.
If it weren't for the expression, Roy would have assumed that Ed had been sparring with Al as they frequently did while he was away at work.
It isn't often that our darkest fantasies get fulfilled.
I've never regretted keeping you, Envy.
"One of us was going to betray the other tonight."
The kid had said she was into ... different things, but in all his years Greed could not recall ever having found eggs a helpful sex aide.
Ed always got sappy in the afterglow.
Oh, yes, Ed had ordered him not to speak, too. Couldn't forget about that.
At a large mahogany desk, polished to an almost jewel-like shine, sat Colonel Edward Elric, who was deep into his paperwork. Or at least that is how he appeared.
"So, Colonel, when are you going to find my replacement?"