M/M or F/F romantic relationship with existing or developing sexual interaction. Does not include canonical relationships.
"Tonight," Roy breathed in his ear, tickling the hairs on the back of his neck, "there will be no safe word. Do you understand?"
Someone had clearly forgotten to tell Roy that he was much better at starting fires than stopping them.
It was so easy to want to do something, just because he could do it.
It was an old argument — practically every night, the ritual sparring for who'd be in control.
"You just can't get enough punishment, can you, you little masochist?"
He has felt this before, from homunculi and other dead things, and where Al does not have those tactile memories from Before, only visual ones (thankfully, thankfully), Ed certainly does.
The Colonel's laugh might have been relieved or wanting or even mocking; it was hard to tell.
"All this whiny, pathetic, 'no-one-understands-me' bullshit was suppose to be over in my teens," he told the bottle angrily, "I'm suppose to be an adult now."
"Get out of the kitchen, brother," he snarled, waving the spatula threateningly. "I'm still cooking, damnit."
"You know what the problem with this world is," Edward started, and Alfons thought: here we go again.
Al didn't complain about his brother's occasional delinquency, so Ed didn't have room to complain about Al's taste in boyfriends.
He made the slip-up not whilst in the throes of passion, but rather, sitting quite peacefully at the kitchen table, watching the slender blond cook.
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
Theirs is a strange relationship--they know so little about each other--but somehow it's okay, as though knowledge would throw a spanner in the works.
"No," said Ed, his voice quiet. "You can't hurt me."
"Hey! She did it blindfolded! No one else could do that! And better her than that old hag!"
There were lines that should never be crossed and things one should never wish for, and sometimes even the best of intentions were not enough.
"Just talking and showing won't help much. He needs to try things before he can get them right."
There were three ways to identify the Fullmetal Alchemist, wherever he went.
"So ...." Havoc tried to look nonchalant. "Fullmetal's hair is, uh ... bright."
I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.
They were not used to being alone and when they were together they were not.
Envy was no poet -- one could say that he lacked a poet's soul -- but he did recognize beauty when he saw it.
That was unacceptable. Anger was to be expected; disgust was not allowed.
"You can't do that! This is a shounen series!" he hissed.
If he would permit himself to be honest, Alphonse would admit to Roy that he hates the rain, too.
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
The nurses knew all about these interludes, of course, but it was not something they could do anything about.
"I have to spend a year at Northern Command, and you can't come with me."
"So, Colonel, when are you going to find my replacement?"
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
"Can't you forget what you read for a few minutes, and just... you know... go with the flow?"
Ed did not love Roy. But he was utterly, completely, and hopelessly in lust with him.
"Damnit, brother," Alphonse managed, and Ed grinned at him. "I was only away for a week!"
Alfons had never had anyone his age to horse around with, Edward thought, and as cerebral as he was he probably didn't get in many street fights.
"That's what you said last time. And the time before that. And," he added, dragging the feather upward with maddening slowness, "The time before that."
"Half the time you get surprised it's with some shit you didn't even want, the other half of the time you get surprised, you barely avoid getting killed."
"I know," Ed replies, and grins. "I mean, I can totally see why. Nobody else kisses the way I do."
Ling. Ambitious, greedy Ling. He deserved what he got.
"So by 'torture,' you really mean 'sexual gratification'. Specifically your sexual gratification.
There were many things that Edward Elric didn't want the world to know, secrets to be protected at all cost.
His vision was misted...almost comfortingly so. His hands were slathered in salve and bound with gentle gauze.
Oh, yes, Ed had ordered him not to speak, too. Couldn't forget about that.
“Are you all right, Loincloth Witch Alphonse?” “Y-y-yes,” the young hero stammered, feeling as though at any moment his heart might leap right through his ribcage.
There was uncertainty in those eyes, and wounded pride, but there was no less passion, and therefore, Roy was no less terrified.
Of course he came through the window.