Includes master/servant, corporal punishment, etc.
Oh, yes, Ed had ordered him not to speak, too. Couldn't forget about that.
Ed always got sappy in the afterglow.
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.
I've never regretted keeping you, Envy.
It isn't often that our darkest fantasies get fulfilled.
Sweet nothingness, just feeling, no Stone, no pesky mental commentary or guilt, and just this goddamn sensation that eclipsed the sun.
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."
"One of us was going to betray the other tonight."
The easiest way to destroy an enemy is to destroy those he depends upon.
The blow cracked Ed's cheekbone, an audible noise in the quiet room, and he felt and tasted the blood that filled his mouth.
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.
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.
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.
"So, Colonel, when are you going to find my replacement?"