Right now, he didn't feel like there was much he could say to convince Kane. The truth was out in the open, laid bare in all the ways it possibly could. In the back of his mind he believed it really was Kane who was in denial, when Dimitraeus had truly never felt the way he did until this man waltzed into his life and tore him apart. He made him feel, and he'd already accepted that he wanted to keep it that way. He didn't want to fall back in the miserable, depressing, and downright suicidal life he'd led before. He meant something to Kane, and he could only hope, and daresay pray, that they'd find a way to make it all work out in the end. But for now there was only lust, clawing at them both. He parted under the brutality of his kiss, tasting blood as Kane's sharp teeth bit and tugged on his mouth. He returned it with a feverish haze, hunger for his body gnawing at him.<br/><br/>His erection punched against the confines of his pants, stirred within moments under Kane's attention. He gasped when he was shoved against the desk and pulled up to sit on it. Dimitri yanked him closer, sliding his hands under his shirt so he could feel his hot skin. "Off," he hissed, then grabbed the hem of his own shirt and yanked it off. His blood was still boiling, but he knew it was only a matter of time before Kane rendered him into nothing more than a wanton whore for his attention. And that was alright with him. They were done talking for now, and now it was just getting to the point that he wasn't thinking either. His hair spilled down his shoulders, amethyst eyes glowing as they raked down Kane's body. Seeing his erection, he moaned and parted his own legs.