Next one in the installment. I just didn't get around to posting until today. xD
Fire. His hands, lips, tongue, body were made of pure fire.

They scorched every inch they touched, they made him writhe, and they were the only force that could make him bend to his will. Gold could only be manipulated with the hottest flames, and Roy was just that.

Roy's lips danced across exposed flesh, the juncture between his neck and right shoulder. Those fiery lips had tamed the golden boy, melted him down, and formed another being that was hardly impervious to his touch… that godly touch that was the Flame Alchemist…

Roy Mustang was the incarnation of fire.