you learn to live without

i found cynicism, i found criticism
i've been zero to hero & i have been the villain

A hand, more paw than human now, slammed against the boards behind Sam, his talons digging deep into the wood. The ascended would feel the tremble of Remi's teeth, hovering above the surface of his skin, how his breath came in hot pants. He could bit down now, severing the veins and arteries keeping the ascended alive. It didn't matter what would flow out of him: the point was, he needed it. This instigated a tremble of desire through Remi that he nearly didn't curb. Gods how he wanted to bite down.

"Is this..what it feels like for you..?" He asked breathlessly, a genuine question amidst the slurry of danger hot between them. The need to take, to have it all.

The hand on Sam's thigh pulled back for a moment to peel the ascended's lower back off of the wall, before Remi thrust forward again. His hips moved fluidly, slamming against Sam's groin in a way that would likely cause as much pain as pleasure (the alchemist still assuming his counterpart could still feel pain).

"Because you didn't leave your own marks on me?" Remi snarled, his hips grinding forward in earnest now as he leaned more and more of his body weight against Sam.