Keida wasn't known for his keen ears, and but he did hear when she said his name. Beautiful Haley laid out on the counter in the bathroom. Their secret. The fumes were still licking his brain but his hips didn't need a very complicated thought to find her places. It was tantalizing when she held on to his shirt. It is easy to be an expert on things you like. He leaned into her hand and looked at her from the new, tilted view. His smile suggested he thought she was being silly. Really, Haley must know her appeal, and that was why she insisted on her ridiculous protests.<br/><br/>"We'll stop soon, I already told you." he said to her and squeezed her breast a little harder, and moved quicker into her. He could serve up quite the lengthy session when he wanted, especially when he was afflicted with this fog, but he also thought it was appropriate to be fast. "If you're sweet to me it'll be faster." he said. She was so cheap with his name, these days, and it frustrated him. He might have stabber her harder for that, once or twice. "At least kiss me better." he suggested, like this was labor, and she was some slave driver.<br/><br/>Cain thought he imagined some of the erratic sounds. He hurried to see if that was the case. She'd already told him where she was going to be, and he was here as often as he could, so he found the white door quickly. His stomach knotted at the sounds of something being subtly abused in there. His hand trembled when he reached for the knob, but he didn't falter in intention. He drew it open like he was pulling a sword from his scabbard. The strength went out of that arm, though, when the barrier opened and he saw Keida and Haley as one.<br/><br/>"H-Haley?" he tried at the impossible image. His shoulders sank and his pretty eyes went from the dark friend to his beloved.<br/><br/>Keida kissed Haley one more time as his hips stilled, leaving her with whatever breath he'd worked up in her. "Sir." he gave with a nod, drunken grin and hand in Haley's hair like he owned her. Cain coughed into his sleeve and looked away, blinking, sick.<br/><br/>"N-no..." he tried and then the blue eyes were possessed by a red emotion. "You did this. You're making her." he said with a snarl.<br/><br/>Keida had his forehead to Haley's. "I'll be back soon." he whispered before the athletic body tried to slam into his. In wrenching free from her, Keida was more than able to divert the tackle, and let Cain stumble on the floor and fall with his back against the side of the tub. The sound was ominous, ringing. Keida put himself away and waited for the next attack, which was also a tackle. Keida avoided trauma by very much the same maneuver, and saw Cain trip over the threshold, out again, this time landing against the wall. It was clear which of the boys had grown up in a sheltered home, and which one had made decisions that put him in situations where he could either be beaten up as often as he was pretty, or learn how to fight.<br/><br/>Keida followed and pulled Cain up. Cain launched a punch that landed on Keida's cheek. There was blood on Keida's lip when he recovered. Cain tried again and this time Keida ducked under the arm, and locked it in the crook of his own, other hand punching thrice into Cain's ribs. The thuds were loud in the muscular body and Cain fell to his knees. Keida shoved him down with his foot and held him down by his wrists when he thrashed. Eventually, when there was a risk of Cain  getting free, the yellow eyes found weaknesses in Cain's technique, and punished him with far punches. Eventually Cain was too battered to do anything but shield his head.<br/><br/>"This is NOT the field, Mr. Prince!" Keida shouted and put his hand on Cain's forehead. "You can't jog your way out of this one!"<br/><br/>"You bastard! You raped her!" Cain called back from his crossed arms. "You made her do this!"