"his fight"
by C. Ikpoh
*Inhale*
"Ohhhhh..."
*Exhale*
He flexes using his identity, his aggression. And when he does, he is met by a tight, comforting embrace. He cannot get away. He fights back but is helpless. Yet, he does not want to win though, for losing satisfies every last hedonistic drop of blood rushing through his body. He continues...
*Inhale*
"You... You..."
*Exhale*
His fight remains as he is drenched from the moisture his captor has produced while they work to keep him held tight. He has been smothered with no exposure to air for some time. Nevertheless, he grows stronger with every second until... Finally! Air is his once more. He continues...
*Inhale*
"Please... don't..."
*Exhale*
He escaped for a second, only to be driven into his captors clutches one more. Did he want to be retaken? The answer lies within their dance as he maneuvers and thrusts into his captor in an attempt to gain his release. Pressing closer, he flexes, moving up and around, mixing a sequence of short movements with long ones. Yet, the more he fights, the warmer his captors embrace becomes, and the more moist he becomes from his captor's sweat. Every maneuver is coupled with precision as his captor moves with him exactly, lulling him to a foreign physical ecstacy. He now realizes why part of him does not want to win. He continues...
*Inhale*
"Stop!"
*Exhale*
His fight has intensified. Every inch of his body is electric and tantalized, forcing him to become an even harder opponent. He fights with more power, more vigor. His captor is losing control. Finally, he is winning! He can sense it. He can feel the surge of victory rushing through him, driving him further. He is now on the attack, coupling his captors maneuvers with his own exact precision. His captor can feel his warmth and his strength, leaving them quivering and shaking violently while they release the last of their energy. He can taste victory. Oh, how sweet it is indeed! He has won. Or has he?
He has released all of his energy as well. Absolutely all of it. His captor is revelling in their simultaneous defeat and victory while their life forces mix as they both fade. However, as he retreats, he glances at his captor one last time, for they are still alive. They are still well and still sweet. He knows they will meet again, and their fight shall resume.