Dimitreaus swallowed audibly with Kane ran a finger down his throat. He reached up, grabbed his hand and pressed it over his chest and the beating heart there. "I don't think you get it," he hissed, voice low. Yeah, he was aroused. Yes, he enjoyed the depravity. But there was more, and he felt like all he could do was stand there and watch as Kane pulled away. "My heart beats for you. It's been dead this whole time. You accuse me of running away, but I see you." Maybe he ought to close his legs. Would that prove his commitment? "This is new, you sonovabitch," he snapped, stepping back. Hells bells his threats made his blood boil. He dropped Kane's hand and moved back more. "What the fuck do you want from me? I'm here. I'm trying. I've never worked so hard towards something good in my life, but you're pulling away. I offered you time but you accuse me of running off."<br/><br/>Dimitri reached up and pulled at his hair. God he wanted to pound Kane's face in, or be fucked by him. Or drink his blood. He made a sound of frustration. "Curse it but you're driving me insane. So what is it going to take, huh? How the fuck can I prove that you're more than a meal ticket and a great fuck?" He shoved Kane, needing to do something so he wouldn't storm out of there. Heart racing to a blinding point, Dimitri lunged at him, arching up to grab him and pull him down for a brutal, searing kiss. In truth, he didn't know what the fuck to do. So he went all in. The worse that would happen was Kane barring him from anything. It would be hard. He wasn't sure he could do it, but he'd be dammed if he just rolled over and let Kane walk away from this. They were both scared, and they were both coping differently. Lucifer help them both.