They didn't move in sync. One took a step, and then the other did. They pushed into each others space. It wasn't like a dance with them it was like a battle; with all the heat, passion, and anger of war. There was nothing gentle about them at all. After days on end of doing things most people wouldn't even dream of doing, things that would send them straight to Hell (they were in it), they couldn't afford to be gentle.

Their bodies didn't fit together quite right. They were both made of angles that were too sharp and dips that were too soft. When they moved together they collided bruisingly in some places and were too far apart in others. No matter how they moved, their bodies just weren't built to be together.

And the feelings, the sensations were too much. They were at the extremes of the spectrum. The pain felt like someone reached in and removed their hearts with their bare hands. But the pleasure- it was endless, like wave after wave of the ocean hitting the sand. They were drowning in so much ecstasy it was nearly fatal

The pace they set was frantic. They had only one thing in mind, to reach the end. They needed the feeling and they needed it as soon as possible. They did not pause to consider the other, what they did was completely selfish. In the end, though, they both got exactly what they needed.