walk me to the knife edge

you trace my lines, stirring my soul

Remi knows that they're going into the water. But as Ronin begins to peel his clothing away, the bright burn of passion shooting like fire from the Star's hands where they press against the Alchemist's bare skin, it's impossible to convince his flesh that this is going to be anything other than what it seems like. Despite his best efforts, Remi's fingers wander as he returns the favour, a hand slipping down the front of the Star's pants even as his other works at the buckle.

Remi is here for Ronin, in whatever capacity that means, even if it leaves the Alchemist breathless and wanting to scream down the stars in bright frustration. "Oh, you'd better run." Remi calls after, his voice unsteady. He'd thought to leave his body here and slip into the skin of one of the pink dolphins. All the better to toy with the storm and torture his husband. But with the lingering smoke of Ronin's touch still hot on his skin, the Alchemist abandons that plan and dashes across the sand after the Star, intent on having Ronin against him once more.

The bite of the water takes Remi's breath and with it the broiling pulse of his needs. Still he persues, throwing himself into the mercy of the waves. Wide golden wings sprout from his sides as he dives down, using them like large fins to help propel him forward that he might beat the Star to their target.

THE ALCHEMIST