Sam raised his head when he was answered, seeing Ryan come out into the light. Ragged, sickly. He saw the wings, and he sighed quietly before he let the feather fall. "Ryan..." He lunged forward to catch him. "Woah, easy there." Grabbing Ryan into a fireman's carry like that night, he carried him back to bed. "Lie down. I'm not going anywhere," he said softly, kissing his feverish forehead. Frowning, he went to the bathroom and got a cool rag, then carefully wiped Ryan's face of the tears and sweat. "No, you didn't lie to me. I wish you had told me, but I can't blame you for not telling me after what happened with Kane." He gave him a reassuring smile, kneeling beside the bed so as not to crowd him. "You had me worried. I mean...is this something I should worry about?" He wanted to touch them, but he didn't out of fear that it would hurt Ryan.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai's body jerked at the shock the belt caused his body. He was using the metal part; he could feel it. And it was unforgiving. He didn't think Kane would go this level, but at the same time, Rai felt Kane wasn't undermining him and his ability to heal. Though he managed to scoff through them in response to his words. "I...ah...don't lie to...me. You put pheromones out. Ung!" He moaned and cried out as Kane rained down the blows over and over. Blood welled, but would seal over, leaving only faint smears. The bruising would take more to heal and Rai wanted to feel it. That and what would be the point of the other whipping him if he didn't carry the marks that went with it? He purred and hissed at the same time as Kane's warm hand brushed against his inflamed skin. The welts marked up all along the back, ass, thighs that were exposed. "Yes. Oh, yes." He wondered if Kane wanted to call him anything, though he wasn't so quick to call him master. Not yet.