The resistance, the verbal assault… Kado wasn’t influenced by any of it.  He hadn’t lied about being where the demon-cat was now, and he knew that part of both the suicidal depression and the starvation of his incubus self both could lead to aggressive behaviour.  The poor thing lashed out due to desperation and his own inner torment, a fact made all the clearer when he continued to cry and fight against help.  The more and more time he was able to study the man, the more he was sure of his incubus nature.  He needed to feed.<br/><br/>“No.  I don’t know what you’ve been through,” he agreed, willing to meet on that level playing field.  Kado climbed onto the bed and wrenched the knife from the other’s weakened grasp, then sliced his own thumb.  Dark blood immediately welled up, and he painted it across dry, pale lips that were so intent on pleading for death.  “But nor do you know what<i>I’ve</i>suffered.  I have a feeling I’m not younger… which means we’ve both had the opportunity to face the same torment.”  He tossed the knife and started undressing the smaller body, whether he fought or not.  There was no way in that weakened state that he could, demon or not, fight back.  Hell, he hadn’t even been able to carve down to his own heart with a knife, so sharp teeth and claws didn’t deter Kado.  If anything, the prospect of feeling their sting was exciting.<br/><br/>“I’m going to feed you,” he stated clearly, making sure that the half-incubus didn’t get the wrong idea.  It wasn’t that Kado was opposed to having sex with him, but nor was he doing it out of purely selfish reasons.  “I have more energy than you could possibly need, and I’m probably just as hard to kill as you are.  I’ll make sure you get your fill,” he promised, pausing once he had the other’s shirt off to admire what he saw.  It wasn’t uncommon for beings of lusty natures like them to indulge in all manner of body modification.  Kado himself had many tattoos and some interesting piercings.  The laces down the man’s sides were fascinating, though, and he paused to run his fingers lightly over the black silk.  Under better circumstances, he’d have found this one to be even more arousing than he already did.<br/><br/>“How do you want it?  I don’t often give my partners much of a choice, but I’ll make the exception,” he decided.  It might’ve made a force-feeding a little more tolerable for both of them if the man had his say, even a little.  “I don’t mind which way it goes, so long as I’m in control.  So, speak up now, or I’ll decide for you.”  Kado grabbed the man’s wrist tight, wrenching it into a better position and drawing his tongue along the deep slit.  There was still blood there, even though it didn’t flow freely as it must have with that first incision.  He was trying to get himself more in the mood, and it was working, his more carnal side already surging up from the quiet place inside where it often slept.  Between the incubus and the very instinctual Schi nature, Kado was quite demanding in bed.