Dimitreaus hadn't expected Kane to join him in bed. He turned towards him in his sleep. Hidalgo curled by his head like a cat. The sleep was restorative, his immortality causing the burns to flake off and leave behind reddish pink skin. The wound in his stomach healed really slowly, made by an angelic blade. Dimitreaus woke up before Kane. He raised his head and frowned just a little at the sight. This was rare indeed. Hidalgo stirred, and Dimitri stroked his chin before he leaned in and kissed Kane on the cheek. Maybe he wouldn't notice. Slowly he moved to stand, yawning. His fangs itched for more blood.<br/><br/>But no, Dimitreaus wanted to bathe more. He stripped out of his clothes and sent to the tub in the next room. He turned on the tub, still aching all over. He didn't waste any time getting in, his groan a tad bit too pornographic as he submerged his whole body. His guilt came back, but he knew the only thing he could do was stay away. Preferably just far the fuck away from Chicago. He'd just burn the house down and transport everything back. Leaning his head back, he soaked. His mind naturally strayed too Kane, straddling his hips and feeding on his neck while he rode him. His cock stirred. "Dammit not now." He reached down and squeezed himself painfully, that mixed with the stab wounds stinging in the water.