It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
"Beautiful," he purred again, a smile curling the edges of his lips, and Roy shivered despite the heat.
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.
Sick, both of them, sick and inhuman, the sigils of the devil's research pressed against each other's skin.