Call it what you want

Remi couldn't have said with any certainty whether or not he'd have avoided the ascended if he could have fully seen what was happening; it would have been a lie to say that it was the fault of the lighting though. For with Sam pressed against him Remi's body easily felt what was coming. For a moment the alchemist was stunned into stillness as he felt the not-quite-warm-enough lips against his as well as Sam's teeth which clinked against his own in the mans haste. Pulling back too quickly for Remi to have done much other than inhale a breath of surprise, once again the alchemist was left reeling with a surprised influx of sensations due to Sam's touch. Remi almost didn't hear Sam's apology or justification. Instead he felt some sort of sense of betrayal of Loren that swamped his mind with a sickly sort of cold and wet and dark. But no, they weren't together as the Launceleyn had made quite clear, and Loren was with someone else, and Remi was here going to die in a cave, and just because the alchemist would always love the librarian that didn't mean he would just wait around forever? And whatever Sam had done had made Remi want him and— —the hand that had been pressed against the side of his neck now snaked forward to curl through Sam's hair and around the back of his head drawing him close again. Without giving himself the opportunity to think, or be drowned in guilt, Remi's lips pressed forward. Instead of the haste with which Sam had kissed him, Remi's lips were confident but gentle. The hand against the man's hip curled almost possessively drawing him forward and against the alchemist if he would be moved while his tongue made inquiring expeditions passed Sam's lips. After a moment Remi allowed himself to pull away, breathing ragged, eyes cast down and his nose only fractions of an inch away from Sam's as his entire head bowed forward slightly. His lips moved with unspoken words as Remi's lashes fluttered slightly with uncertainty. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times