Call it what you want

As Sam tilted his head the opposite direction as he had last time, the alchemist tried to steel his mind. It was a bit like being on the edge of orgasm and trying desperately to paddle backwards, only in the moments that stretched from when Sam's lips brushed his neck and his fangs entered, Remi knew that falling over the edge was all but inevitable. Although he wouldn't actually fall, there'd be no actual release for him, just a bittersweet eruption of bliss that he was helpless to do anything about. Instead of grabbing onto Sam and pulling him closer as he had done before, instead Remi gripped the wall of the cave, his hands turning into claws as his body screamed out for the ascended. As Sam pulled back and the wave of pleasure left him feeling cold and hollow, Remi turned away, burying his face against the stone of the wall as his hands—now lion's paws—dragged his nails down the side of the rocks. Through grit teeth the alchemist exhaled a shaky breath, once again forced to resist the urge to pin Sam against something and force his teeth back against Remi's skin and to put an end to this climax that had been building and building now. Instead he panted through it, eventually his hands returning to normal to gently flatten themselves against the stone with a weary sigh. Turning around, having missed Sam's attempts at transformation, he spied his own duplicate starring up at him. "There are not many thermals to be had, not when it is this cold, but you will know one when you feel it. It will help your ascent. If you have to flap your way up your wings will tire very quickly. Let yourself glide in circles, angling upwards as much as you can." Instructions given and with nearly all the light gone from the alchemist's pale gaze, the man shrunk immediately down, his wings fanned gently from his sides. Through the telepathic link, Remi offered Sam a reassuring smile and nodded. I am here, he whispered through their link. You can do this. Hopping a few feet towards the entrance, Remi spread his wings and then beat them several times to achieve lift, before gliding lazily and slowly forwards, waiting for Sam to follow. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times