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