Dimitraeus closed his eyes. He knew better, but he was a pain slut. When you spent a couple centuries feeling nothing but pain you improvised. Now pain mixed with pleasure and the lines blurred so much. He wanted to glare at Kane more. He didn't belong to him. He wasn't his whore, but who was he kidding? Kane was the first person to make him feel<i>something</i>other than emptiness and pain. Dimitri arched back, his head falling on Ian's shoulder as he groaned low and deep, feeling Kane's tail thicken inside him. The fullness had him trembling.<br/><br/>When he opened his eyes, his heart stuttered in his chest. Kane was right there, with all his arrogance and lust and cockiness. He hissed when Kane's hot length slid against his own, the soft flesh of their cocks soon fisted in Kane's hand. He whimpered for him. Ian still kept a firm hand on Dimitri's hair, but he wanted to feed. He reached out and ran his hand along Kane's neck, a surprisingly gentle gesture. Dimitri was wrapped up in the passion, the desire. "Kane," he groaned. Ian reached around with his free hand and pulled at Dimitraeus's nipples, causing him to moan more. "Feed me." His voice was raspy, and he tried to pull Kane closer. He wanted his fangs in his neck. He wanted to be smothered by both demons. Ian never stopped thrusting, trying to hold back his orgasm, though he was close. As close as Dimitri was. But Kane had taken full control over the situation.