this madness of now

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

They might have been anywhere, at any time, and in any life other than the hell they were living. Only the possessive and wolfish movements seemed to belie the harsh reality hidden away in the eden-like serenity of the glade. The small snaps of thread as the buttons were torn open sent a shiver down Remi's spine; he wanted to be wanted enough to be careless, for things to be damaged, for there to be pain.

Inhaling sharply against Ronin's lips as their skin finally came together, Remi helped his lover out of the remnants of his shirt. There was a whisper of a smile on his lips for just a moment as a memory of carpets and clothing turned to flower petals danced behind his eyes, but quickly he blinked it away as one might a dream. Remi's hands dipped down to the two small points just above Ronin's ass where the muscles of his back gathered, pressing his thumbs there to drive the hunter's hips forward as his fingers tucked below the hunter's waistband.

"No," the alchemist growled, roughly nuzzling the side of his jaw against Ronin's as his teeth saught his lover's ear. "I want you." Selfishness aside, Ronin had his astral self to fill in whatever gaps he might see. But Remi? Well, he was more limited in that capacity. "Get on your knees." He whispered as his teeth tugged one last time against Ronin's ear.

This was a savage form of catharsis, Ronin would realise later, and one that he would happily engage in with every free moment for the rest of his life. For now, though, his mind simply swam with Remi, the taste of him on his lips, the heat of the skin pressed against him, the movements and gestures so familiar and yet so far from it in that moment. There were other moments that his mind similarly tried to call back on; starlit nights after they were married; playful fumbles in the stairway of the guild; near misses in public, even. But they paled, honestly, to the level of need that coursed through Ronin right now. A gruff moan rumbled in his throat as his hips were driven forward, and there would be little doubt that he was already rock hard; no tentative build up needed, no flirting or romancing. No, this was something altogether new. Get on your knees. Turning his head to nip at the soft flesh beneath Remi's jaw, one hand already on the waistband of the alchemist's pants while the other wound up and through the back of his curls, it was with a darkly indulgent smile that Ronin pulled away, gracefully complying with the demand. Sinking to his knees and leaning back on one hand, he gazed up at his husband through hooded eyes, his silence an eager question that he was determined to see answered. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Selfishness we've mentioned already, but this sudden need for control on Remi's part doesn't actually stem from the chaos that the pair they find themselves in. Rather it's the calm that Ronin brings. The eye of the storm wherein the alchemist feels that he can, for once, ask for what he wants and needs and not feel guilty about it.

Undoing his pants with some difficulty given the arc of his erection pressing out against the material, when he finally freed himself it was with a restrained and shaky sigh of need. Reaching out to tangle his fingers into Ronin's hair, a glimmer of amusement briefly broke through the lusty haze coating Remi's eyes; this being breakfast and all that. Swallowing down the sudden and stifling need to shove his cock down Ronin's throat until those blue eyes began impatient Os, the alchemist instead shifted his hips forward to place the head of his cock on Ronin's lips (had the hunter not already bypassed this step, of course).

"Slow." He whispered. Reality awaited them both on the other side of this, but if they got good enough at delaying it...if they sank into the now with everything they had, maybe they could outrun it forever.

Gazing up at Remi, Ronin took the opportunity to admire the body lingering over him, letting his eyes rake down the alchemist’s chest and stomach and hips, scars be damned. A wickedly playful smile snuck across his face at the difficulty Remi seemed to be having in unfastening his buttons; he could reach out and help, but here in this strange time and place, where desperate lust warred with his lover’s commands, it was easier just to watch it play out. (Enjoyable, too). Strong fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him up and into position, and at the sound of Remi’s voice - slow - Ronin leant eagerly into the touch. Responding with words of his own was nowhere near as satisfying as whatever sounds he could draw from his husband, and even if his skin prickled with heat and his heart hammered and his cock strained against the confines of his pants, this would be worth it. Sliding his hands up the back of Remi’s legs to draw him closer, Ronin’s lips parted around the head of the alchemist’s cock, tongue curling around it, welcoming however much he could take. Slowly, Remi had said, and slowly he would get. Sucking and licking his way down the length of his lover’s erection at a glacial pace, Ronin hummed a note of rough pleasure, intent on allowing the sensation to purr through his throat and outwards. He hoped the noise was clear enough: he could do this all day. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Remi didn't close his eyes; not because he wasn't enjoying the sensations, but because he needed to anchor himself to them345. He didn't want to see other moments behind hooded lids. Didn't want to imagine times both similar and different to now. This was all he had, and he'd force it to burn away everything else, one way or another.

But gods it was hard to follow his own orders.

As Ronin's reverberations and tongue made easy work of him, Remi pulled in breath after shaky breath, a poor pantomime of a man trying to remain in control. His fingers tensed and relaxed in Ronin's hair with each curl and stroke of his tongue. The beginnings of encouragement or pleas for restraint died on Remi's lips over and over again as he lost himself in the pull of Ronin's lips and the blue of his eyes.

—why—" Gods it was hard to focus. "...are you...still wearing pa...nts-?"

Whilst the sounds of encouragement might die on his tongue no sooner had they appeared, Ronin took whatever he could get, coaxing Remi forward and further into his hot and waiting mouth. It was easy to lose himself in the carnal pleasure of this moment above all others; why would he want to be anywhere else, when all that lay outside this imagined sanctuary was destruction? Reminding himself to breathe through his nose, the hunter took the alchemist in his entirety, but he was nonetheless slow and thorough. As requested, of course. Only as the broken words reached his ears did he draw back, grasping his lover's hard length in a firm, warm grip and flashing a truly wicked grin up at Remi. "I was a little busy, if you hadn't noticed," he panted, trying to ignore the acute and delicious ache straining against his pants. "Besides, by now they've normally dissolved into petals or leaves or whatnot. Come on, slacker." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Remi felt his erection somehow continue to swell, the skin growing more and more taut. Should Ronin need any more evidence that his ministrations were well received, he need only compare the feeling of Remi now, to early morning sexcapades born out of mutual morning-wood and a desire to fall easily back asleep again.

As Ronin pulled away, his fingers wrapping around Remi's base, the alchemist let his eyes flutter backwards as did his head, sipping at the air as a shudder rippled down his back. "No one said you needed to use your hands on me." Remi remarked after a moment, chin tilting back down to get the measure of his husband before drawing back slightly (and with much willpower). "Petals or leaves? Sounds like someone wants romance, and here I thought we were cutting through the bullshit." He joked, reaching for Ronin so that he might stand and the alchemist might relieve the hunter of his pants.

Rather than kissing Ronin as he did this, instead Remi let his eyes trail down the hardened line of his husband's stomach, yearning to place his teeth and tongue upon every marred bit of flesh to taste them anew. He might have done if his wickedness was any match for his need of Ronin. Those scales were firmly tipped towards desire, and so rather than teasing his way into freeing his lover's erection, Remi's hands made swift work of the fabric, tugging buttons and belts until Ronin's pants slid down to his ankles.

With a fiendish look in his eyes now, Remi pushed himself forward, his cock brushing infuriatingly gently against Ronin's own, with his hands on the hunter's shoulders. Earth would rise up behind Ronin's calves in a sweeping arc. An earthen chaise lounge of sorts would appear to catch him, melding precisely to the curves of his body; or at least, the curves Remi wanted there to be, to better ravage him with.

"Need, want, it's all the same right now, isn't it?" Ronin tilted his head coyly, only to bark out a laugh at Remi's assumption about romance. "Hey, you asked why I was still wearing pants. A guy gets used to them dissolving when they get inconvenient after a while - nothing romantic about that." Still, he rose easily to his feet to allow the alchemist to relieve him of his clothing; and what a relief it was, Ronin hissing out a breath as his erection was finally freed. Hands brushing across Remi's waist, the hunter had to stop himself from falling back or pushing forward as his husband stepped in to meet him, and only the sudden feeling of earth behind him did anything to prevent him from falling over. Instead, with dark laughter, Ronin melted against the natural support, tugging his husband along with him and leaning in now to bite at Remi's lower lip. The clear expectation was that they wouldn't waste any further time, emphasised by Ronin's hand reaching down to wrap a strong hand around both of their lengths, stroking out an impatient rhythm. If that wasn't indication enough, Remi would feel another body, all of a sudden, pressing warm against his back, and another Ronin kissing and nipping at his neck. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

They were lazy slackers, is what Remi was hearing. And he minded it not one bit.

Feeling both his cock pressed against Ronin's—already far, far closer to orgasm than he'd liked—and the press of another Ronin behind him, caused Remi's entire being to change. The muscles of his back would expand slightly as large and tawny wings spread outwards as if meaning to hide them. At least now should anyone see through the foliage they'd only see a confusing beastial facsimile of a man and not the obvious fucking that was in fact happening. His lower legs narrowed and were soon ended with lion's paws and talons digging deep into the lush ground beneath for purchase, as hands punctuated with claws similarly dig in one above Ronin's shoulder, and the other next to his side.

Grinding his hips down and into the hunter's grasp, Remi pressed his teeth against the swell of Ronin's shoulder; not biting, but locked there in a wide-snarl as he indulged himself over and over with each thrust. Soon though Remi's greed and desire nearly buckled his knees, and in a movement aided by the shifting earthen-couch beneath Ronin, lowered a hand to his husband's thigh before uncoupling himself from Ronin's grasp and thrusting himself deep within the hunter instead.

And then deeper still.

Straining with wings, and paws, and claws the alchemist covered the hunter, moaning incoherent syllables that might have been curses or promises. His hind-legs tore at the soil so as to bury himself as deeply as he could within Ronin. They were skin and bone and brokenness, but in this...in this they were something else.

To anyone watching it might have seemed bizarre, not right in some way, perhaps, but Ronin had welcomed and accepted the beast that resided within the formerly so gentle alchemist. And he welcomed it again now - his astral projection continued to tease kisses and touches and attention to wings and flesh alike, while his more earthly body tensed and relaxed in turn as Remi spread himself over him, thrust against him, each movement driving the hunter closer and closer to distraction. When Remi parted from him, only to drive himself forward once more, deep and hard and entirely without preparation, it would be a lie to say that the moan that tore from Ronin's throat wasn't tinged with pain. Even then, though, pain was deserved, pain was good, and he locked a leg around the alchemist to pull him closer, even as his back arched into the sensation. Thoroughly and singularly focused, Ronin's projection flickered out and starlight fractured out of him in dizzying waves, leaving him wholly possessed by the man above him and utterly at his mercy. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Similarly, it would be a lie to say that the pain-tinged moan elicited from Ronin's lips hadn't caused the molten core of Remi to flare a shade hotter. If asked, he wouldn't even feel guilty about it. He was what he was now, felt what he did, wanted what he wanted.

Tangled in the alchemist's lust-soaked thoughts was the sensation of earth pressed against his talons mixed with the burning of his muscles. Add in the entirely gratifying sensation of mutually scarred bodies, warm with friction and sea-air, and the sounds of pleasure rumbling from Ronin's throat, it was no surprise to know that conscious thought and rationality had been among the first casualties during that initial thrust.

"Ronin, fuck." Sweat beaded against Remi's back as he reached around a hand to anchor Ronin's leg against him. Growling Ronin's name into the dark tangles of his hair (not daring to kiss the hunter for fear that shark teeth or a lion's tongue might make quick work of his lips), Remi well and truly fucked Ronin for all that he was worth. It was a mad sort of desperation that egged his burning muscles on, but it was too pure to let go of, too easy to lose himself to.

Guilt was a past emotion, for Ronin - one he would spend the rest of his life running from, if he had to. All that mattered here and now was the heat building at the base of his spine, the feeling of Remi within and without, the claws and teeth and everything that made up his husband as close as he could get them. He didn't try to stifle the moans of pain and pleasure thrumming from his chest and throat; morphs of Remi's name and expletives and gasps for breath rolling into one. The hand not gripping the alchemist for purchase had reached up to tangle hard into his curls, and as Remi drove himself deeper and harder with each thrust, Ronin barely needed further encouragement. "R-remi--!" It was a miracle that the hunter could even speak coherently enough to call his lover's name, every part of him snapping and releasing, it seemed, as he was forcefully pushed over the brink and into orgasm. Ronin shuddered, already missing the build up and resenting the release, but melting bonelessly against Remi nonetheless. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

Hearing his name, his name, brought it all crashing down. The grit of the soil beneath his feet, the sun on his feathers, the heel grinding into the flesh of his ass as Ronin rode out his thrusts; all bursts of flame in what was already a blazing inferno within. He was hot and consumed and desperate and completely, recklessly, and blindly devoted to the man beneath him, but to hear his name...it was tethering and freeing.

Ronin's release was quickly followed by his own, the alchemist reaching a hand under the small of Ronin's back to draw him up for one final thrust. As he came he did so with snarls and shivers, his toes curled and Ronin's name moaned from shaky lips. Breathless with a dark cousin of joy, the alchemist shrunk slightly if only because he was suddenly exclusively human. He didn't reach to kiss Ronin, to thank him or offer proclamations of love. Instead, he fought for his breath, forehead against his lover's shoulder, as tears pricked the back of his eyes.

The only sound in the glade in the wake of their acrobatics was the huff of breath between them. Ronin - sore and tired and spent and so many other conflicting emotions - pressed his cheek against his husband's sweaty curls, blue eyes wanting to close but fearing what would lay in the darkness there. If they stayed where they were, just like this, perhaps they never had to return to the reality of what they had done, what they were doing, where they were going and where they'd been banished. If Ronin could, he would. A hand, strangely gentle, danced along Remi's back and through feathers and across skin, and the hunter let out a shuddering sigh that wanted to be content but didn't quite get there. His other hand, still wrapped in Remi's hair, loosened to something less desperate, less fierce, and he tried to find the courage to say something. Tried and failed. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.