Roy was rather surprised when Ed seemed to get cold feet about the whole thing.

All in all, their relationship had begun rather easily, considering the rather stormy way they tended to relate. It seemed that fighting and sex worked equally well to get out Ed's adolescent energy and Roy, for one, wasn't arguing.

Still, there seemed to be, mm, limits to what Ed was willing to do. He'd suck Roy's cock, or give him a handjob, but if it came time to get naked, he always got cold feet, and he never let Roy touch him.

Today, Roy was determined, that'd change.

He made it an out and out date. Took Ed out to dinner, bought him a new alchemical text, had a long moonlit walk, and took him back to his place. Ed was pliant and complacent, going willingly, submitting almost gently when Roy pressed him into the sheets and kissed him breathless.

As always, Ed tensed up when Roy began to undress him. "Don't," Ed said.

"I want to. I want to do this for you, Fullmetal."

Ed looked away. "Look, I'd like that, but -"

"None of that. It-" Roy undid Ed's fly and froze, mid-sentence.

In place of the expected penis was a reddish, fuzzy patch. He poked it, expression thoughtful, and Ed squirmed.

"Er," Roy said. He was never one to avoid interesting bedroom activities, and there'd been more than once he'd brought a girl home who was actually a boy and vice versa, but he'd never seen anything like this before. It looked vaguely pathological. "...what *is* this?"

Ed squirmed again, gasping, tears coming to his eyes as Roy continued to touch the fuzzy patch. "...pixelation," he groaned.

"Pixelation," Roy repeated, staring at the way his fingers got fuzzy when they came too close. "...Is it catching?"

"Nnnn," Ed replied. "Aaaa... aaannn... guu... nnnn"

Roy lifted his hand and coughed. "I was, uh, asking-"

Ed shook his head, blushing, fingers by his lips. "It shouldn't be. When I g...get... get hard..." Ed blushed more furiously, "it should change a little."

Roy considered, then shrugged. He'd encountered stranger things before. He rubbed more firmly, and soon enough, he could feel an erection under his hands.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see it, because a large black bar was in the way.

Frowning, Roy leaned up to peer around. The bar shifted in the air, and Roy raised a hand to his eyes, rubbing them.

The bar was still there.

"Fullmetal," Roy began, and looked at Ed, who was squirming and moaning and blushing and crying. Alarmed, he pressed a hand to Ed's forehead. "Are you quite all right? You don't seem to have a fever-"

"I'm fine!" Ed moaned. "Oh, no, stop, please-!"

Roy stopped, bemused.

Ed stared at him. "...why did you stop?"

"Because I-" Roy rubbed his forehead, inhaled. "...Okay. Well." It was a bit discomfiting to handle Ed's penis, and so he slid his hand further down, back, pressed a finger into him.

"Ahhn~!"

Roy plastered himself to the back wall in terror as liquid gushed out. He swallowed. "...are you sure it's not pathological?" he asked, cautiously.

Ed raised his head from the bed. "Iyaaan," he cooed.

"I'm just, uh, just going to go get a tarp," Roy babbled, and fled into the night.