Sexual acts in conditions of dubious or ambiguous consent.
Ed did not love Roy. But he was utterly, completely, and hopelessly in lust with him.
"I am not obsessed with Edward Elric!"
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.
Even now, when Envy was nowhere near him, he was still too close; he was still under Ed's skin, rubbing him raw.
"One of us was going to betray the other tonight."
Al turned out to be damnably difficult to seduce, but Roy wasn't about to back down from the challenge.
His first thought was that there was something fundamentally and frighteningly wrong with him.
Humans were fools, and alchemists were the worst of the lot.
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.
Every rule in the book tells him that it's wrong, frat-er-nisation, number one cause of discharged officers in peace time situations.
The sun was up. It was time to start the day, but Roy felt exhausted.
High school and sexuality are hard enough to deal with, without adding high explosives to the mix.
"You just can't get enough punishment, can you, you little masochist?"
Inevitably, within five minutes of the door shutting, he has me wanting to put my automail in his face.