The golden one arches and cries, tearing himself on the dark god's horns, ripping the horned god's flesh with his sharp edged wings. He bites into the kiss, tasting iron and sulphur and sex. Ever movement of their joined body is closer, higher, harder, hotter. The room around them should be burning with the heat they give off. The very air rippling with it.

The golden one throws his head back and sings!