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.

Then IT reached out and nabbed him! ITs foreskin peeled back, showing row upon row of slavering, pointy teeth! Roy barely had a chance to scream before it snapped around his neck and pulled him into the dark recesses of Ed's pants - oh, so dark, so dark, endless and shiny.

The void pulsed around his helpless form, and he wrestled with IT. Lurking behind IT was something worse, a dark, bulbous body. He flailed and kicked, fighting for air, vision graying out at the edges as IT kept ITs stranglehold on his throat.

Somewhere, in the distance, he thought he heard a gunshot - was there rescue? Could it be? Or was it simply the empty ringing of his ears, the first echoing foretelling of death and despair?

Madness threatened to overcome him - but, wait, that WAS a gunshot! IT withdrew at the threat of violence IT was offered, wavered menacingly, and then a giant hand reached out from the sky and grabbed Roy's shirt, pulling him out.

Ed and Roy stared at each other on the bed, Roy gasping for breath, Ed wide-eyed. The gap of his fly was darker than it had any right to be.

"Sorry," Ed said. "It, uh, does that sometimes."

Roy fled with a scream.