this madness of now

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.