Dimitraeus let out a shriek of pleasure when Kane bit his throat, bruising him deep. But it was more than that. It was a mark of belonging, and as much as he denied it, as much as he fought it, there was some part of him that<i>wanted </i>to belong to Kane. Now he bore two of his marks, one on each side of his neck. The orgasm had him undulating, shaking and sweating when Kane pulled out. Copious amounts of Kane's cum trailed out of his ass, even when Kane wrapped him up and brought him to another portion of the room.<br/><br/>He was relaxed, boneless. The stress he'd been feeling while trying to understand everything had gone, for now at least. He heart was thrumming in his chest and he even felt himself drifting off. Without realizing it he slipped into a deep sleep, completely worn out. Dimitri didn't know that Kane had taken the pendant; the sex had really taken everything out of him.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Sometime later, really just several hours, one of the cleaning staff members entered the room with the master key. The young man reached down and gently stirred Dimitraeus, who woke up groggy and what really felt like a fucking hangover. "Are you finished here?" the cleaner asked, face void of emotion. Dimitraeus looked up at him, then around. He grunted and slowly moved to stand up, his ass throbbing. He was covered in cum and his thighs were slick with it as well. He grimaced and waved a hand at the man before disappearing.<br/><br/>Back in his room, Dimitri immediately bathed, cleaning himself out while he pondered what had happened. Why had Kane left? As he 'sobered up', he began to realize there were no tails, or ears. His glamour was gone, and he stared down at him. The skin on his neck prickled and his eyes began to glow red. Hidalgo hid in a corner, curled in a ball as Dimitri's rage started to fill the air. The demon screamed and started to throw shit around, breaking a lot of things he'd acquired over the years, though the damage would be undone later.<br/><br/>"Kane!" he shrieked, grabbing his most potent spells and hexes to ruin the bastard. He felt betrayed, and it actually hurt. Pain, yes, pain was what he was used to. All of the little<i>feelings </i>he had were choked with his rage and agony. Glamour was reapplied, and he adorned his armor before appearing inside Kane's room, not bothering to fucking knock this time. His respect for the other was nullified.<br/><br/><i>~~~</i><br/><br/>Eden had ears and eyes<i>everywhere</i>. As the son of Lucifer ought to. Little birds, little spies. Various creatures that did well to hide from prying eyes. So he knew that Ian had been with Kane and Dimitraeus. Curious, he appeared in the little hovel that Ian dwelt in. "Hello Ian," he purred. The demon looked up from his reading and bowed immediately. Eden clucked his tongue. "No need for formalities. I just want information."