Dimitraeus jerked back when Kane strode toward him and pinned him up against a wall. He was crowded, like a caged animal, and he could do nothing against the searing, dominant kiss that fell on him. Of course he was enjoying this. That didn't mean it made any sense. His dick was hard as soon as Kane showed him that he was done fucking around. Despite the pain in his hand and foot, despite the war in his mind and body, there was no doubting that he lusted after the more powerful demon. It was a dangerous game, and one he had no hope of winning in his current condition. There was no fighting it, either. Dimitri closed his eyes and his head felt back against the wall, chest coming in pants. His fangs were out, and he was shaking like a leaf.<br/><br/>Well, until Kane jerked up his injured leg and started teasing him. That heat touch caused him to curse. "Fuck, Kane," he growled, hands reaching out to dig his sharp nails into his skin. He couldn't help it. Pain and pleasure were a line so blurred that he didn't know where one ended and the other began. It didn't take much for that digit to slip inside him and he moaned. The heat coming off the other demon was insane, and he was overpowered by the way the demon crowded in against him. Shifting, he pushed up until both legs were locked around Kane's waist. He could feel that monstrous cock like a hot brand against his ass. His own cock was already leaking, which was just embarrassing. Then again, when one was cursed not to feel pleasure without immeasurable amount of pain, who could blame him?<br/><br/>His eyes, still dull purple, gazed up at Kane again, blushing horribly. The whole entire situation was extremely embarrassing and downright humiliating. But he couldn't stop this. That was what it all really boiled down to. Kane wanted him, and as confusing as that seemed, Dimitri wanted him back. It was a permanent association, Kane being the one to widdle down his immortality until he was flayed open like a butterfly with its wings cut off. His ears were pressed back against his skull, feeling like a wanton whore. "More, oh fuck...please Kane," he hissed, wrenching him closer, demanding as he was wanting.