Rating: Rated for rude goings on. Illo one is PG-13, illo two is R, illo three is NC-17. They tell a story like that :D. They are not safe for work.
Medium: Drawing tablet and Photoshop.
Notes: check out all the other awesome stories and arts on fmabigbang! Thank you thank you to enemytosleep and a_big_apple for art beta duties.
From Chapter One (this paragraph was quite the inspiration:
Only a moment later, Ed sees for himself. Shoving into the room, the first thing he notices is the ozone smell of fresh alchemy, and the tiny feathers that drift downward like snow. Then he takes in what seem to be the ruins of a pillow in the middle of the bed. Then a confused groan draws his attention to Mustang, sprawled on his back on the floor between the beds, covered in an explosion of feathers that are thickest…on his crotch? As Roy groggily tries to sit up, Ed can see that the feathers are stuck to him somehow….
From Chapter Three:
“Call me Roy,” he interrupts, thankful that Ed’s hospital pants have no fly to fuss with, and shows his gratitude with openmouthed kisses along Ed’s waist before he tugs them and the boxers beneath out of the way.
From Chapter Four:
As it turns out, the candles get dangerously in the way, so he claps his hands and sucks the oxygen away from them; the food grows cold, but he can fix that with alchemy too, later. All that’s important at the moment is Ed, sprawled naked on his back across the tablecloth—“We can just bleach it later, come on,”—and panting, his hair a messy halo around his head. His metal foot is hooked over Roy’s hip, the flesh one at his shoulder, toes brushing his temple and his ear and burying in his hair with surprising dexterity.