Dimitreaus made a low sound of frustration. He almost wanted him to just take him raw. His hand tightened around his hair. "What so do you like to watch?" He growled against his lips. He lifted his hand from his groin and ran his cold fingertips up Kane's chest. His bandaged hand left his hair and gripped Kane's jawline. Well if this was just a dream why not enjoy it? "I would've thought you would have liked to have all the fun with me in my weakened state." Yeah, this had to be a dream. It just didn't make sense otherwise. He sighed. "Hmm. Alright. Well if I'm going to prep myself the last you could do is give me something to look at." He shoved Kane down and proceeded to try to pull his pants and shoes off. Dimitri hesitated with the gun holster. Okay so it was a weird dream.<br/><br/>Pursing his lips, he slid off and grimaced as he went to get up. Pain in dreams. Right. Well, fuck, this was just...was it a dream? He carded a shaking hand through his hair as he limped towards a shelf with various bottles. Not that he used it often but if he was fucking someone else he didn't always like to use blood as lubricant. He took it and turned around, but he couldn't bring himself forward. "This...isn't a dream is it? I'm here, with you, at my weakest, and somehow this curse is making this all so good." He clutched the bottle in his wounded hand. His palm was bleeding more. But why did Kane want to fuck him in this weakened state? His erection had flagged, and he was leery about the other now that he realized this was just a dream. "You...You need to leave. Right now." It was almost a plea, even though Kane was right. He did want Kane. He backed up until his back hit the wall. Dimitri was afraid. Really afraid, because now Kane could use his weakness against him. He clutched the pendant around his throat and then the mark Kane had put on his neck. It had to be a trick.<br/><br/>"No. Nevermind. I'll go." Even though Kane had said Dimitri wasn't going anywhere, unless Kane tackled him again, he really shouldn't want this. And so he kept his distance, not trusting himself, or Kane, and certainly not the fact that he had enjoyed the tiniest bits of pleasure that Kane had given him. What did it all mean? Dimitreaus wasn't the trusting sort, that was for damn sure. He turned away from Kane and searched for a portal potion. Though he was trying not to look at his hot body. "Dammit," he hissed, having dropped the bottle of lube on the floor. "I shouldn't be enjoying any of this."