Someone gets tied up. Usually sexualized to some degree, whether overt or covert.
Roy flinched a little and walked the rest of the way down the hall -– to his fate. No, today would not be easy.
Oh, yes, Ed had ordered him not to speak, too. Couldn't forget about that.
Sweet nothingness, just feeling, no Stone, no pesky mental commentary or guilt, and just this goddamn sensation that eclipsed the sun.
"Apparently their mother never cautioned them to stay away from strangers with cars."
Roy would have to remember to make Ed take a hot shower before sex; it would cut down on unpleasant cold shocks.
But there would be no alchemy crackling to his command, not in this world, and the thought of swinging a weapon against this man left him cold in agony.
"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?"
Al turned out to be damnably difficult to seduce, but Roy wasn't about to back down from the challenge.
"So by 'torture,' you really mean 'sexual gratification'. Specifically your sexual gratification.
Who knew how long it would take to find Al and take down those who'd conspired to feign his death?
Greed watched his every move like a hawk, mimicking his mannerisms.
Ed did not love Roy. But he was utterly, completely, and hopelessly in lust with him.
Envy was no poet -- one could say that he lacked a poet's soul -- but he did recognize beauty when he saw it.
After three years, two months, fourteen days and five hours of anticipation, Roy heard a knock at the door to his house.
He's been after her since the day they met. He'd been a newly-made Major and, at the time, the youngest State Alchemist ever. She'd been a Colonel going on Brigadier General.
The smart thing to do would be to cut and run, but somehow that just didn't seem manly. And Ed was not going to look like a girl in front of this creep.
Alchemy, the science of turning lead into gold, was never about actual, physical transmutation.
The sun was up. It was time to start the day, but Roy felt exhausted.
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.
His first thought was that there was something fundamentally and frighteningly wrong with him.
Envy would never let him forget that the price of pride was destruction, and that those who infringed upon God's domain were damned.
Ed knew he was going to muck everything up between the three of him if he didn't get a hold of his libido.
Ed clapped his hands again and Roy felt distinctly cold in his nether regions.
"Just talking and showing won't help much. He needs to try things before he can get them right."
"Tonight," Roy breathed in his ear, tickling the hairs on the back of his neck, "there will be no safe word. Do you understand?"
"So, Colonel, when are you going to find my replacement?"
"Normal punishments don't work on my brother. We'd better come up with something else."