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@ and & met in a room, shades half-drawn. Blue dusk colored the world. Their bodies took on a velvet softness in the light as they fumbled through disrobing. Their mouths pushed together, breaking only for increasingly labored breath. They spilled onto the bed, entwined, a gravity pulling them toward something inescapable. They each breathed in the smell of the other, fingers curling in hair.

They came apart to stare at each other. All was darkening shades of blue. @’s lips parted with the need of a kiss, but & would not return it yet. & moved its mouth down @’s neck, scraping its teeth on shuddering flesh. A hand on a throat, gentle, but with the promise of mastery.

@ raised its arms above its head, arching its back. Pillows fell from the bed. Vanilla and salt on the tongue. @ could not move. The explosion inside was burning through its cracks, shutting it down. “Let go,” & whispered.  @ forced itself to release, unclenching its muscles. The furnace burning inside raged. The pounding of blood in their ears filled their heads, and the scent of sorrow-turned-hunger stained the bed.

“Trust me.” & unhinged its jaws. It wrapped its hands around @’s thighs and bit deep into its hip. @ moaned, feeling like it was pierced with sugar and silk. @ licked its lips as & swallowed the flesh and moved upwards. Sticky sweetness welled up in the teeth marks and slicked the sheets, as blue as all the rest. At @’s side, & stopped to wipe its mouth. For @, there was no feeling of separation, no incompleteness. It was whole but collocated, lying in bed and burning inside &’s throat.

& returned to chewing its way up @’s core, breathing heavily through its nose, taking in all of @. Having consumed up to the breast, & started biting into the neck. “Breathe,” & said. @ complied, now too overwhelmed to be able to rely on instinct to control necessary functions.

They pulled each other close as flesh gave way. A surge from @’s chest took root in &’s and the bodies bridged. Separation slowly eroded. Pockets of individuation sparked and were dissolved into unity. Their foreheads pressed together trying to, by physical force alone, manifest pure, unclouded understanding. They were sinking into the morass of each other, held by an unshakeable certainty of need. Pressing their final kiss into each other’s lips, their mouths shattered into one, each breaking bone a scream of joy.

At the end, they were compressed under the weight of their longing. Having become singular, they lost form and substance, ending in blackness.

As the red light of dawn painted the room, their eyes locked. Whole, separate, defined, they knew aching again.

“I don't think sex can ever actually be portrayed – the sensations and the emotions are... beyond language. If you only describe the mechanics, the effect is either clinical or pornographic, and if you try to describe intimacy instead, you wind up with abstractions.” Alice Elliott Dark – “In the Gloaming”

Some of the best sex I have ever read is from Clive Barker’s Imajica, because there is no pretense of realism. This is an attempt of mine to concretize the abstract so as to avoid entirely the mechanistic boredom of the act of sex. The act is immaterial – it is only the emotional that is valuable. To turn the emotional into the tangible without the limits of space, anatomy, and causality is the only way to begin to touch what sex truly is. Sex doesn’t need gender, and it doesn’t need identity. It needs you.