bone tired

there is always hope

Almost distractedly, Ronin's fingers came up to twine through Remi's hair, through the curls interspersed with golden fur; the lion waiting beneath the alchemist's gentle exterior. Ronin had fought the lion before, though, and he had won, so there was nothing in him that feared the predatory nature. In fact, it served to spur him on in this case. Taking a moment to catch his breath (something he badly needed) as Remi's forehead pressed to his shoulder, Ronin let his head loll against the other man's, eyes slipping shut--

Only to flutter back open in shock and surprise at the warm hand suddenly wrapping around the length of him. A gasp that was half a moan rose up in the back of his throat, stuttering for a moment as teeth came biting against his collarbone. The low and insistent ache deep in his groin ignited into something that couldn't be ignored. Ronin bit down on his lip and thrust into Remi's hand, aided by the alchemist's positioning, and the pleasure was so sudden and unexpected, like an itch he didn't know he needed to scratch, that he very nearly forgot what they were doing.

"H-hn... w-wait," he tried, slowing his movements with no small effort of willpower, his hips wanting to buck wildly and his hands eager to grasp and pull and hold for leverage. "Do you trust me?" His tone was breathless and his smile flickering and playful, and he backed Remi up against the wall for the specific purpose of him being able to brace against it while Ronin grasped the backs of his thighs, hitching him up from the ground.

bring back the water, let your ships roll in

Remi's fingers instinctively curled around Ronin's base, extending and stroking further, cupping and coaxing. It was ingrained deep in his nature to give, and give, and give, and despite his aching and (almost painful) need to be well and truly fucked, still his instinct was to please. For a moment as Ronin braced, the alchemist with his instinctive knowledge that he could overpower the hunter had to force himself to halt lest he simply dive headfirst into the motions that would coax Ronin to climax.

"Always." Came the breathless but immediate response, Ronin's own smile drawing a distracted but genuine one in return from the alchemist. As his back hit the wall, disoriented by his need for Ronin, surprise and then quickly delight flickered across his face as the guildmaster gripped the back of his thighs. He could make himself lighter with magic, but he didn't. Somewhere deep down he wanted Ronin's muscles to burn with the effort of his choice, wanted his body to sing out in every way it could. That didn't stop Remi from placing a palm against the wall for balance; a hand that quickly became a claw which dug into the wood anchoring his body tenuously against it.

"Please—" Remi implored, head lolling against the wall, overcome with the sensation of Ronin's body caging him, his taut erection somewhere below—too low—the feeling of being suspended and wanted and completely undone by love and gratitude and longing and—

"—fuck me."

there is always hope

"Good," Ronin said breathlessly, feeling curiously lightheaded at the smile Remi shot in his direction. For a moment all of the carnal touches and tongues and hands retreated back to the pure reality of loving and being loved, wanting and being wanted in return, and Ronin embraced it thoroughly. Then he let it go again, because fuck if Remi didn't make a pretty picture right now, wanton and open and pleading for him.

Hissing through his teeth, Ronin shifted ever so slightly to position himself, though he wasn't cruel enough to make Remi wait any longer. With a grunt of relief and satisfaction and desire, Ronin hitched himself forward and buried himself deep within the other. His breath came in broken bits and pieces; not since Vanya had Ronin really, truly fucked anyone, and as controlled as the hunter had been a moment ago, he was just as wild now.

Moaning something - Remi's name, a plea to some god or another or a curse - Ronin let his head flop forward against the alchemist shoulder. His thrusts were hard and deep, each one dragging another gasp or groan of pleasure from Ronin's throat.

bring back the water, let your ships roll in

Everything was a blur. The room was a disheartening wash of blacks and greys; clarity couldn't imbue colour. Not even with magic, it seemed. But Ronin, words of love and aphorisms of joy aside couldn't properly paint the scene with words that that the alchemist currently saw through hooded eyes.

However as Ronin finally entered him, the world entirely dissolved. The alchemist had no words and not simply because he was no cunning linguistic. Rationality dissolved, the guildhall dissolved, the world dissolved; there was only Ronin.

And then, because romance and first-times are not always kind, there was also pain.

Hitching in a breath as Ronin's impressive length filled him entirely until there was no distance between himself and the ex-captain, Remi growled a note low in his throat. A predatory note, though not one of displeasure, just of discomfort. His claws dug deeper into the wood as his chin raised, fanged-teeth clenched together for a stretched-out moment of tension and pressure that warbled perilously on the edge of pleasure for what felt like an eternity. But as Ronin retreated a pulse and then pressed forward again, the bliss came and to say that the alchemist unraveled would have been an understatement. Reaching forward with his free hand Remi encouraged Ronin forward, though the ex-captain's inertia needed little aid. "R-r-r-" Remi started to say, but it was lost in the midst of sips of air, gasps of pleasure, and teeth that grit against the building pressure low in his belly.

"H-h-" Remi tried, the sensation of Ronin now easy and welcome and free of pain. Stimulating a place the alchemist had only engaged on his own, Remi's head tilted back against the wall, a roar of pleasure leaving his lips as his eyes fluttered open and closed again.

"--ard-er-"

there is always hope

Ronin was and always would be a soldier at heart, and so short, simple commands like the one that fell from Remi's lips were blissfully easy to follow. His muscles burned with a mix of pleasure and pain, and the hunter didn't need to be told twice; bracing Remi back against the wall, Ronin increased his pace to a long and pounding rhythm that had him seeing stars (literal? figurative?) before his eyes.

"F-fuck," he managed, the word mumbled against Remi's neck as he felt the steady pressure starting to build at the base of his spine. Moaning against the alchemist, at the tight grip of him and the willing and pliable body wrapped around him, Ronin lost all sense of restraint or control. He would hate to have thought he had hurt the other man, but at the same time the drive for more was too great now to ignore.

Ronin was lost, thrusting deep and fast and hard - harder with every thought of Remi that crackled through his brain.

bring back the water, let your ships roll in

"Don't you—" Fingertips against Ronin's shoulder's, breath hot against him. Heart frenetically beating, breath laboured, eyes lilted. "—stop." Magic gripped the base of Ronin's cock, blissfully (selfishly?) not interfering with the lengths of Ronin's strokes but trying to prevent the blood therein from building or banishing itself from his swollen erection.

Remi was not a selfish man; never had he been. But in this moment, this was about more than carnal desire. This was stupidly more than he had communicated to Ronin, more than the ex-captain could have possibly realized. This was a giant fuck you to every deity that had stolen a memory or emotion from him. For every meaningful moment plucked from his mind and every painful instance he had to learn second hand. This was real, and first-hand, and perfect, and sincere, and sweet, and fucking everything, and gods-be-damned Remi would remember this moment for the rest of his life. If they tried to take it, he'd go right along with it.

For him, Ronin was it. Was everything. Was enough; he'd not let anyone, divine or otherwise, take that from him again.

And so, heels around Ronin's thighs, encouraging him onward as one might a horse, teeth against his lover's neck, Remi murmured encouragement after pleasure-distorted encouragement into Ronin's neck. Begging. Pleading. Wanting.

there is always hope

Stop? How exactly was he meant to do that? Even though his body screamed with the effort of it, begging for a sweet release being expertly denied it by an exquisite grip around the base of his cock, Ronin wasn't going to stop. Not until he had pushed Remi over the edge and sent the two of them tumbling into the dark. He groaned low in his throat, the hunter covered in a sheen of sweat as he hitched Remi a little further up the wall, giving himself better leverage to thrust and buck into him.

Still, for all of Ronin's good intentions, something molten in his core was close to unravelling, like a spring stretched to snapping point. His movements became more frenzied, punctuated by a moan that was half a plea, his lips against the alchemist's neck. "R-re..." he tried, gasping against his skin. "Hn...c-can't..."

bring back the water, let your ships roll in

The fatigue of his muscles as everything tightened and held and pulsed made Remi's legs shake even as they looped around Ronin's waist. Above, a clawed hand gouged holes deep into the wall as Remi tried to maintain his position above the hunter. However as Ronin shifted him slightly higher, his thrusts now engaging new lengths within the alchemist, Remi hissed in a disastrously weak-willed breath, echoing the muffled sentiments he heard from Ronin's own lips.

"Har-d-r" Remi moaned, the hand not firmly embedded in the wood of the wall grasping at Ronin's shoulder, tugging him ever closer. Given the nearness of Ronin's stomach and the slickness of their combined bodies, each of the hunter's thrusts was doing more than enough to coax Remi's orgasm along. Part of him wanted to reach down and grab his own cock, to ease the tension that had taken over his every thought, but even as intertwined as they were, Remi couldn't bear to let Ronin go even to satisfy his own ache. Bleary-eyed, Remi's head lolled forward, cheek brushing against where Ronin's lips were against his neck.

"Gods Ronin—" He moaned, teeth tugging at the hunter's earlobe before he felt the first unbeatable tingles of his orgasm spark low in his belly. "Don't—" His breath came in short bursts, fingers tightening around the muscles of Ronin's back and shoulder. "—don't—" But the words wouldn't come.

But Remi did.

the baffled king composing hallelujah

It was all Ronin could do to breathe any more, already losing a battle he had never really intended to win. He gasped and moaned into Remi's neck at the teeth against his earlobe, at his name on the other man's lips, at the hot, tight grip surrounding him with every wild thrust. He tried to form words and failed, though he did take the hint at harder, not that he could do much more without throwing them both to the ground.

Still, as Remi came it would be to Ronin fucking him in earnest, hands gripping his thighs, his heart galloping in his chest. Blissfully, the alchemist's orgasm only spurred on Ronin's own - at the sudden tension in muscles squeezing around his cock, the hunter managed to groan something like Remi's name, burying himself to the hilt as he finally found his release.

Every part of him threatened to collapse in that moment, holding Remi against the wall as he crested his orgasm and leaned his forehead against the other man's shoulder. Ronin was panting hard with the exertion, though Remi would be able to feel the stupid, euphoric little smile on his lips.

bring back the water, let your ships roll in

There was the crest of the orgasm, and as pleasant as that was, it could hardly compare to the chilly-second wave that rose up from Remi's belly to splash over him, causing him to shiver and his toes to tingle. It was love, unfettered and pure, outlasting the grandiose ripplesof his orgasm ten fold.

Panting against Ronin, eyes tightly shut, for a moment it was all the alchemist could do to remain upright. All energy had blissfully been sapped away, leaving his fingers shaking against Ronin's back as the ex-captain came and curled inwardly around him. The alchemist could feel his cock twitching between them, but the frenzied need had abated leaving only an incredibly satisfying warmth in its wake. Teeth no longer against Ronin's ear, as his senses returned and the blood began to circulate back through his body, Remi blinked with a boyish sort of disorientation against Ronin, instinctively kissing his way down the hunter's neck to his shoulders, as his legs released their hold of his lover. The taste of sweat, the smell of them together, and the way Remi was momentarily quite uncertain of where he ended and where Ronin began was a feeling full of more joy and simple perfection than anything Remi had ever experienced in his life as of that moment.

Now that he was firmly fighting gravity on his own, the true shakiness of his limbs became obvious and with a laugh, Remi leaned back hard against the wall, releasing his claws and tugging Ronin against him again. "Is it wrong to love you more after that?" He asked with a wry smile, a hand pushing a dark flop of Ronin's hair from his eyes as he continued to fight for breath.

the baffled king composing hallelujah

Given that Ronin was the one all but holding them up against the wall, he was putty in Remi's hands. He moved obediently whilst the other man released his legs from around him, his breath hitching in his chest a bit as he change in position allowed him to withdraw from their tryst. Still he fought to catch his breath, his head lolling to the side so he could expose his neck to the alchemist's lips and kisses, his hands ghosting over his lover's body as if to explore and remember it all.

"No," he managed eventually through a throaty laugh. "I wouldn't say so at all. I definitely love you more after that." Smiling playfully, he straightened up a bit so he could lean his head into Remi's hand, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Ronin took a long, deep breath and let it out again, before finally locking eyes with the other man.

"Congratulations, us," he quipped.

bring back the water, let your ships roll in

Closing his eyes at the feeling of Ronin's hands on him, Remi relaxed as much as he dared lest he collapses to his knees and drag the hunter down with him. Having Ronin so close had the formation of all sorts of ridiculously cheesy words demanding to be given a voice, but even now the alchemist's mind was too frazzled by all that had happened to do more than fight for breath against Ronin's neck.

"Congratulations us." Remi agreed, nuzzling his jawline against Ronin's in what was a fairly feline-display of affection that the alchemist hadn't realized he'd acquired.

"Come on you. I distinctly remember telling you to get into bed and not move. Magical healing and proposals aside, I stand by my medical advice." So saying, a blanket with stars and dragons embroidered on it appeared around the ex-captain's shoulders.

the baffled king composing hallelujah

Laughing softly as Remi moved in and rubbed his face against him, Ronin cupped the alchemist's cheeks and leant in for a soft and loving kiss. He didn't think he'd ever have it in him again to give one of those, but Remi had proved him wrong. As he drew back to find a blanket around his shoulders and an order to go to bed, he could only grin his agreement.

"After that I think the bed is the only place for me. C'mon - we can clean ourselves up on the way." He winked, slipping an arm around Remi to carefully guide him from the wall, that they might both be able to head upstairs and get some rest.

bring back the water, let your ships roll in

Remi hummed a note of utmost contentment against Ronin's lips, wishing suddenly in that moment teleportation was part of his magical repertoire. It wasn't though, and so he let himself be led away from the wall (note to self, fix the claw-marks in the morning). "I suppose I should figure out a more convenient way of cleaning up." Remi murmured to himself, already feeling the sticky-remnants of their love-making drying on his stomach.

"You know, if it is going to be a regular thing." He added with what was meant to be a wickedly smouldering grin, but ended up simply looking lopsided and in love.

And so after a hasty but somehow efficient clean up, the boys passed out into bed, Remi taking his regular position as the little spoon.


~FIn