The sheer naughtiness of it all was unexpectedly exciting, and she found herself trembling even before the cold steel met her skin.

Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...

Endorphins then, that's what he's been missing.

Ed did precisely that, yanking down his shirt and attempting to close his jacket around what was a quite fine, if a bit incongruent, pair of breasts.

Of course, the jar was really the professional female companionship fund; or, as Ed liked to sarcastically call it, the pussy kitty.

As far as Edward was concerned it could just take for-damn-ever if it wanted because that’s how long he could go without taking to the Bastard.

On a less horrible note! This is one of the promised FMA/DGM crossovers—some DGM characters flung randomly into FMA-verse. *eyes fic dubiously* So the world of Fullmetal Alchemist is pretty sane, balanced, and logical. Sure, things are bad sometimes, things are complicated sometimes, but they make sense. And are usually, I don’t know, indefinably wholesome. DGM, meanwhile, is such a sick, twisted, chaotic crazy-factory that there are no words. Fitting them together: fun times. Also, Ed and Allen in the same room, BEST THING EVER. XD