M/M or F/F romantic relationship with existing or developing sexual interaction. Does not include canonical relationships.
It's almost as though Al is the blind one, seeking to memorize his brother's features by touch.
"So ...." Havoc tried to look nonchalant. "Fullmetal's hair is, uh ... bright."
This is the most perplexing part, for Edward, because often he thinks, how in the hell did I end up with…?
Too many more nights of excuses are going to drive him from appropriately celibate to stark raving mad.
Oh, yes, Ed had ordered him not to speak, too. Couldn't forget about that.
His name. His name on wet, bloody lips. Edward turned his face away, his lips in the long, dark hair.
Of course, the jar was really the professional female companionship fund; or, as Ed liked to sarcastically call it, the pussy kitty.
Ed knew he was going to muck everything up between the three of him if he didn't get a hold of his libido.
"Oh, hello, brother." Alphonse flashed the smaller boy a smile, startled but pleased. "I didn’t hear you come outside."
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
Ed let out the barest squeak, then glared fire as if daring Roy to say anything.
Tenderly, Ed's flesh fingers threaded into hair that he had created — short and bronze-gold, the same downy texture that he'd recalled from childhood.
Envy was no poet -- one could say that he lacked a poet's soul -- but he did recognize beauty when he saw it.
"Normal punishments don't work on my brother. We'd better come up with something else."
"It's just a hazing, Elric," said the first voice, almost gently.
"You're a lightweight," Roy said dryly, and smiled at the face Ed pulled. "That's enough for tonight, I think."
The brush began its march through the sunbeam locks, from crown to tail, and Riza pressed her lips to them. "Until then."
"Go back to sleep, Mustang," Ed answers absently, flipping the page.
Heavy-lidded, he would savor them slowly, letting them seep into his mind's eye until he could see nothing else.
"I'm not being forced out of another home. They won't be here long, and it's not like they'll be looking for us."
As much as he loved his family, Alphonse Elric wouldn't have traded these moments alone for anything.
Sometimes he feels like an actor, playing to an especially difficult audience.
He'd lied in smoke filled bars. He'd hunted down lubricants in seedy stores that catered to the most iffy of clientele. Alfons had EARNED Ed's love.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
It was sure to be a disaster.
Ed should have remembered this from that month on the island, back when he was a kid: you can only be in the great outdoors so long before you start dreaming of hot showers. And of dumping the people you're travelling with in them.
"If you are going to keep pets, you are going to have to take care of them."
All it took was a push of his hand and the twist of a small brass key to put it out of sight.
Ed was good; here they both were, trying to call each other's bluff.
One never grew entirely accustomed to having nightmares, Ed had found.
"Get out of the kitchen, brother," he snarled, waving the spatula threateningly. "I'm still cooking, damnit."
It is her drive that makes Winry love her. It is the fact that her love doesn't weaken her.
Ling. Ambitious, greedy Ling. He deserved what he got.
"This is disgusting," he said aloud, then poked his head through the door and yelled, "Brother! This is disgusting!"
The room had gotten hot and stuffy, and there was sweat on both of his hands, though the sheen on the automail had not come from his own body.
"Up," said the demon, as the blinding force of a million suns illuminated its frame and set an evil light to its eyes.
They say that a wizard lives in the log cabin, on the other side of the dark woods and the silver river.
This was getting crazy. He knew that his college years ran equivalent with his sexual peak, but honestly?
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.
After so many years in the dark, Edward Elric had discovered he had a libido after all, and it was unfortunately exacting its frustrated vengeance upon one Alphonse Elric.
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
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His tone was all weary patience, as though explaining to a child why candy was out of the question until after dinner.
"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."
Sick, both of them, sick and inhuman, the sigils of the devil's research pressed against each other's skin.