The question of again would draw another growl from Kane as he found various ways to fuck the angel, having him ride on top as well as fucking him from behind as he had Abbaddon grip the headboard. He wore himself out and pushed his own limits. Finally, they both collapsed into a sweaty heap and Kane let sleep take him. The morning arrived and Kane found himself waking slowly. There was always a few seconds in wakefulness where anything was possible. The mind would take a while to catch up and reality was anything you choose to believe it to be, memories becoming real life. As the sunlight streamed in with the peaceful ease of the morning Kane could see the wings and feathers in his line of sight, it made him smile.<br/><br/>The time and place were not his present and his mind filled in the blanks of his wife there in bed with him. That if he got up he could walk a few steps to see his two babies sleeping and he was overcome with affection for the woman as he leaned forward and placed a kiss to the top of the head before him the word slipping out before he could help it, "Diana..." It sounded warm and affectionate to his own ears before the world started to come into focus and he could feel the press of harm muscles where there were previously curves. It was worse than being dunked in ice water as the realization of time and place hit him. It was more akin to being stabbed with something jagged right into his chest. He was always an early riser but this had him jumping out of bed like his life really depended on it.<br/><br/>He rushed over to the bathroom, fleeing the scene of his crime as he managed to shut and lock the door before his body tried to heave up the sad amount of food he had eaten yesterday into the toilet. His body shook and broke out in a cold sweat as the memories were relentless and he couldn't help the sob ripped from him because fuck it had felt so real and he was back in that dark place again.