WARNING: HERE BE HARDCORE LEMONS.

0030 A.R (After Alchemies Return) – Opera house, Belinsk

"The Great Work (magnum opus): the equilibrium of uniting two opposites to create an immeasurable force. Those that can adapt and direct this supreme law may alter the face of the world, a perfect emancipation of the will of the holy spirit."

-Azoth

"A price for celestial correspondence, the harmony which shall save Weyard."

"What price?"

"Our love."

"Our?-" you begin, but I pull your body against mine, breaking any distance left between us. Your eyes widen as our lips meet, but it only deepens my physical desire, you move to push me back, but I only hold on tighter.

Undividedly, absolutely complete in this sanctuary.

My chemical balance.

Suddenly, you use move psynergy to push me back.

An act which has little effect, but it's just enough for you to step back and trip off the edge of the stage. My mind screams for the safety of your spirit in such a fragile body, thus my cape flies back as I grab onto you in midair.

Together we spiral into the audience, free falling in each other's arms, a blur of fused blue and yellow.

I hit the ground hard, yet I can't help but smirk as I look up. I've always wondered what it would look like with you on top of me, and seeing the blush across your face filled all my desires on the matter.

"What on earth was that?" you whisper loudly.

Only my lustful craving for something permanent, in a situation where nothing is permanent.

Yet I smirk and answer, "I only wish for you to trust me."

"You think I'll trust you just because we k-k…ki…."

"Kissed?" I complete for him. He looks too embarrassed to say it on his own.

"Yeah! Just because we…you know…..doesn't mean I can trust you!"

"I can always go further with it, " I say with a shrug

Your face is now beaming red as you point down at me, "That's not what I meant!"

I chuckle, "My deepest apologizes, was I your first?" You remain quiet, and your silence is answer enough for me, "Good."

"Good? GOOD? Was this part of your plan as well? To be the pedophile that prows on innocent teenage boys?"

"It's not rape if you like it."

"WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN."

"I mean to say, love knows no bounds, Matthew. Between the coming of the full moon and the leaving of the new, only good karma will come of our passion. Our love."

"There you go again with this 'love' idea. What makes you think I could ever love someone like you?"

"Ouch, " I groan and turn my head away from your leering eyes, " Is that any way to treat someone who loves you-"

"Stop that!"

"If you insist, " I sigh, "but I haven't been waiting for you all my life just to be rejected, for the light of my candle to be vanquished by a single moment to express our duality."

"Duality? You've….been waiting for me?" I hear sympathy in your voice, have you finally realized that I'm serious?

"Harmony, diverging from our chosen paths, finding measure of cost in these spiritual desires." You tilt you head in confusion by my words and I explain, "You've been waiting for me too."

As I look back up, your blonde eyebrows are knitted together in concentration. For a second I thought I had finally reached out to you, however, you instantly shook your head, "I must be crazy for even thinking about believing you. I mean, after all, both of us are men! We could never be…..'together'…."

"That hasn't stopped your father and Garet," I say off-hand.

"That's not even funny, " you say with a sigh.

"Well, they've been living with each other in a cabin with two sons…."

"That doesn't mean they're gay!"

"And if they were, would that be so wrong?"

Silence.

"Do you plan on sitting on top of me forever?" I ask, "Not that I'm complaining."

You quickly jump up and lean against the stage. You cross your arms and attempt to hide your flushed face from me. I slowly pull myself to my feet as well.

"What now?" you ask with hesitation.

"Well, if you really did loath me for what I've done, you would've already been gone by now."

"So?" you inquire, unsure.

"So, it's crystal clear that you do in fact like me, the heavens and earth aglow to our inception."

"Don't act so positive about that….I still haven't decided if I trust you completely or not."

"Take a leap of faith," I move against you once more, holding your chin in my hand.

"Faith?" you look dumbfounded, "Can someone have belief in a schemer?"

"My emotion for you is no gimmick, Matthew, I only ask for you to void all suspicion- let our proper conduct lead down a trail of ultimate reality."

"Will any good come from your… intentions?" you say nervously as you catch me looking you up and down.

"It shall be perfection at its finest, enlightenment, and heavenly bliss. It shall be a oneness that cannot be described by words or name."

Virtue multiplied, my medicine, elixir, Aether brightens our fire, therefore both morning and evening shall feed mercury.

A yellow spark ignites in your eyes, "Prove it."

Kissing you again, I warp us out of the Belinsk opera house.

Somewhere in the horizon the wise one watches:

He sees all,

Knows all,

And holds the World

To the sins of our endeavers.

0030 A.R (After Alchemies Return) – The light in the darkness, Tuaparang Airship.

Nigredo: the dark night of the soul, when an individual confronts the shadow within. The first step in the pathway to the philosopher's stone, all alchemical ingredients must be cleansed and cooked extensively to a uniform black matter.

Uncharted, a dark rose amongst fields of innocence, an impending doom of war's mischief in the dark abyss where thoughts, memories, and futures co-existed like waves against a sandy beach.

My maze.

The darkness I created just for you.

I warp our bodies into my single pool of light, letting my golden boy land on the lapis lazuli encrusted throne, while I rest on his lap.

With haste you proceeded to push me off, forcing distance between us as I now stand before you.

However, I wasn't going to give up so easily; my ego would never allow it.

Shaking my finger at you with a smirk on my face, I watch as silver cuffs extend from the arms and legs of the throne, holding the young Matthew in place.

You test the bonds on your wrists and ankles with a display of anger, "If there's a tarot card for this, I don't even want to know about it!"

I chuckle lightly, "Some futures are best not to leave to chance."

"Chance? I'm starting to think you're toying with me."

I shake my head and proceed to seduce you by sitting on your lap once more, a call for need of sulfur in my mercury filled mind. You turn your face to the side so I miss your lips, my kiss lands upon your cheek instead, "Don't be like that." You then struggle underneath me and shut your eyes tightly as I kiss along your jaw line, moving over to your ear as I whisper,

"Let our transmutation begin…"

I can feel the shiver run down your spine as I kiss along your neck, warming myself in your yellow scarf- a golden utopia resting on the shoulders of your perfect masculinity, a gift from the sun itself. I moan as I continue to kiss along your neck, forever enchanted on a single ideal, however, my sights were on a bigger prize.

A gasp escapes Matthew's lips as I reach the top of his red shirt, unzipping it and letting my dancing kisses move along your flesh. You continue to battle your desire as I trail down your upper body, going past your abs and proceeding below the belt.

I bite my lip, looking down at your dark blue jeans, an unconscious state of non-differentiation between self and object, consciousness and the unconscious. My instincts jump as I see how tight the jeans fit you, my mouth moves against the denim that teases me from my lust.

I can hear you muffling small cries of pleasure as I rub against your bulge, playing the saint in my attack to unify are conflicting parallels.

"S-stop!" you groan as I continue stroking while undoing your belt. I ignore your pleas as I pull down your boxars, letting a moan escape as I at last look down at your sex.

Matthew was already growing hard from my touch.

Albedo: Projections are realized, inflated ego and unneeded conceptualizations are removed from the psyche. To wash away any remaining impurities with the water of life, and to join together in the contrasexual soul image.

"A-aah!" you moan, as I 'm quick to move my mouth over your head, taking my time as I suck hard. I listen to you slowly lose control, moaning every time I swish my tongue along your shaft.

"P-please! S-s-st-aaah!"

A rejuvenation; to see your body scream yes, but your mind scream no.

Taking a detour from your main member to the rest of the package, I lick in sweeping strokes, moving down to your raphe. Immediately your toes curl and you jump lightly as I feverishly flick it with my tongue.

After working you into a frenzy, I switch back to sensuously licking as I gently manhandle you. Knowing you've never been touched like this before, your body is incredible sensitive as I gently rub your perineum and blow the hole in the tip of your head,

You scream in ecstasy, you face flushed with tears of pleasure, "N-no! Stop! Aaaaaaah! I- I'm going to come!"

Reluctantly, I remove my lips: hearing you whimper from being refused relief. The look in your eyes is misty, as you stand tall, pulsating from the pleasure I gave.

Forcing myself to retreat, your fingernails dig into the arms of the throne as I turn my back and take a step away from divinity.

"P..please…." you beg, however, I'm far from being done with you.

I let you watch as I unclip my cloak, letting it drop around my ankles as I unlatch my belt. I then remove my white major arcane robes and my purple dress shirt, leaving my back bare for you to view.

A shadow against the darkness, a figure of ivory skin and river flowing azure hair- a perfect example of femininity.

There is silence as I remove my pants, turning around to reveal myself fully naked. Your jaw is dropped as you stare at my slender form, scars lining the right side of my body from my tragic fall, and foretold rebirth.

Yet your eyes linger on the scars for only mere seconds before they catch between my legs, I feel my face redden from your judging leer; even if your thoughts were good I realized I was nervous as well.

Calmly I move back onto the throne, hovering our sexes only inches away from one another, a mirror image of yin and yang. You let me kiss you as I lean forward and lightly grind our lengths in sync; you promptly close your eyes again as I slither my tongue against yours.

Butterflies.

A moment of insecurity.

The calm before the storm.

An eternity I have waited for this single moment in time, this brief second in the scheme of the universe. Was this to be my glimpse of tranquility, a reenactment of the creation of the philosopher stone?

Sapphires catch my vision as your eyes meet mine, the dawn of knowledge and wisdom, conditioned by ignorance – the painful fact of human existence.

The claim was right before us, destiny drifting like a passing cloud against a loyal sun. I knew I possessed only one chance to fulfill my admiration, my eagerness of the devotion I fancied for you.

My present,

For the greater good.

I position myself again, bracing for impact, as the only transmutation between elements must be pure and cleansed properly. You moan as you read my movements, knowing our immortality is virgin in this alchemy cooking pot, never before have we committed true love.

Evermore the love bounded by two men.

Descending my anatomy, I gasp and whimper into your golden scarf as I penetrate you into my body. A loud moan calls from you as well, a tight fit against my warm walls.

I continue to tremble as I push every inch of your manhood inside, an invasion of hormones flooding the both of us. The pain is inferior but you bite at my lip to distract me, the first time you've craved the touch of my lips against yours.

"Aaaa!" we moan in unison as I alter our capacity, driving you deep in and out of me. Your influence and your constant kisses are motivation for me to go faster as we thrust in sequence.

Action simultaneously, sulfur and mercury matching in concert with salt: body, soul and spirit.

Elements clashing with insanity, a burst of passion that intended to reach climax. Our bodies pressed together in a fever of excitement, a cornucopia of moans, thrusts and pants.

"Arcanus!" you scream my name as I arch my back, letting my yin grind against your abs as I bounce, pounding myself into oblivion. Mind creating and distorting reality, nothing existing independently, nothing self-existent, ergo we were ONE.

A library of imagery, symbols and ancient texts flew through my mind, a prayer of proper union.

"Only the marriage of sun and moon shall give birth to the CHEMICAL CHILD." -Azoth

The Venus adept's eyes glow bright gold as our raw desire is represented, misty with memory, two trees in this Garden of Eden.

Citrinitas: yellowing of the lunar consciousness, transmutation of silver into gold. The dawning of the "solar light" inherent in one's being, and that the reflective "lunar or soul light" no longer necessary.

"Matthew!"

No longer holding back, no longer seeking revenge in a power hungry world, Matthew and I came together in heavenly cries – the Lovers a reminder that we need others to become fully human.

Lovers, friends, adversaries.

"Aaaaah!"

Our bodies tight from love's ecstasy.

"I….I," panted Matthew after recovering from our release, "I…trust you."

I smile, resting my head against your scarf, kissing lightly on your neck, "Finally."

You look down at me and a smile is on your face as well, yet your golden eyes fade away back to sapphires. You kiss me lightly and the silver cuffs around your wrists and ankles recoil. You pull yourself out of me and I proceed to snuggle against you- still horny from our first time- however you flip yourself on top.

A blush extends against my face and I feel my heart ache as you retreat from me, stepping away to the limbo of light and darkness. I watch you adjust your clothing and zip up your jeans- I sit naked on the cold throne, my blush glowing further as you wipe my seed from your belly.

Silence.

"Matt-" I begin, a worried tone in my voice. Had I done something wrong, for you to turn your back on me and refuse our matrimony?

Silence.

"…..lovers, huh?"

I chuckle, my smile endless as I cross my legs, "You've enchanted me, the title is quite appropriate."

"Does this mean I can manipulate you now?"

You turn back and hold my hand in yours, pressing your lips against my skin.

"Every time," I answer.

We laugh in chorus, an innocent reaction to our new relationship, and I smile as you run your fingers through my hair. You then produce a red rose from behind your back and give it to me.

"How?" I ask confused from where the rose came from.

"I'm earth and your water, it seems our joining created a miracle."

Rubedo: the fourth and final major stage in the Magnum Opus, achieving enlightened consciousness and the total fusion of spirit and matter. The Self manifests itself in "wholeness," a point in which a person discovers his or her true nature.

I breathe in the scent of the rose, nothing could compare to the serenity of a gift from a lover.

You sigh and my attention is back to your troubled face, "The others are still at the Inn."

I notice your posture is stronger, how you presented yourself before me now as a man. I twirl the rose, delicately moving my fingers away from its thorns, "I cannot imprison you here, you are free to leave when you wish."

You kiss my forehead, "I never want to leave."

Before we know it, we find ourselves making out again. Matthew takes charge by sitting on top of me and trailing his rough hands down my chest. I muffle moans against your clothes as I throw my arms around you, we only part to catch our breath.

You groan, " I really don't want to leave."

"You have a big day ahead of you, you won't forget our arrangement, will you?"

"Right, the alchemy dynamo, " you struggle to recall. I understand your state of mind – I too was in a bliss dream world.

"It is very important to me."

You nod, "You wouldn't have asked for my help if it wasn't'. Although….you're sure it can be reversed, yeah?"

"Nothing is permanent in this world, change is the only way we survive."

"Then I shall hold my part of the bargain, if you hold yours."

"I will."

You sigh and kiss me one last time, "This night will not leave my mind easily, I fear I'll toss and turn until morning."

I hold on to you tightly, "Do not fear. Our paths are forever connected, we will meet again."

And we would meet again,

at the Eclipse Tower,

at the Apollo lens.

Forever until the truth is finally revealed,

when one of us dies in the hands of the other.

This was our final fantasy.

"Goodnight, Matthew."