He knew it had been a lie... knew that he would bring this beauty to his bed once more. Their limbs entangled; bodies meshed in passion unfelt by both in a lifetime of loneliness; their need grew stronger yet with each pulse of their yearning hearts. Lips brushed, touched all over with the sincerest of want, burning a trail across smooth milky skin as his crimson eyes gazed into the genial face of the only love he could ever want. A glance of those emerald eyes and a warm smile condemned him to such pleasurable servitude, his heart wept with joy.

Fluid motion brought them together as one and a cry spilled from those beautiful pink lips, gilded pain and pleasure, the very paradox of love. He touched his hand to his dear's cheek and caressed him tenderly, willing a tear in his eye gone with the flick of his fingertip. Arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer, whispers of permission and encouragement flooding his ears like sweet rain. Kisses were given and he began loving him, slow and gentle, tender and caring. Skin against skin, one melted into another and the lines defining shape blurred. The rhythm beat strong to the old primal drum and he lost himself in the bottomless fall of love, spinning beyond his control through the different plains of his heart. Finally, he was full, content; as was his lover. It was over just as quickly as if had begun and he slid in close to the other, pulling him into his arms as he sighed his name.

"Hakkai..."

The stallion was finally tame.