Xenosaga, Virgil/Febronia, in my dreams
Sometimes, after his belly is full, and everything around him is finally still, he can close his eyes without fear. He can almost hear her then, a soft, warm, breeze that spills around him, touching everything, which propmts his own hands to finally unclench. It's the only time he feels really warm and whole, filled though he is with the flesh of those created without sin, and he can finally touch himself all over without flinching. Almost like the lost little lambs that were suposed to be guided by...somebody whose name he never remembered.
She used to read to him about the soft sheep and his mind would wander, imaginging his head in her lap in a warm, sunny field of a planet that's lost three times over, and being so utterly alone. He'd draw her gaze to his, and then softly, raise a hand to her cheek and they be drawn together, his hands wandering among her greener pastures and her lips singing softly of the days to come as she finally yielded herself to him, gently. She'd smell of warm fresh things, and their voices would ring together in growing harmony until they were both spent.
But now all he hears are the cries of the lost, and all he can feel is the stretch of a broken grin before he closes his hands roughly around himself and finishes it all off. His mouth always turns bitter and salty, but it can never be with tears, or that's what he tells himself as the warm breeze fades into the cold of space.