Abbaddon hadn't been thinking all that clearly either. If he had he never would have put himself in that situation. He loved Kane madly though, and having that returned had overwhelmed him and lead to poor decisions. He was never a very good liar anyway, never made it a habit. As Kane wrapped his arms around him he gasped in pain, but the passionate kiss quickly distracted him from extracting himself.<br/><br/>Then he was thrown up against the wall, perfectly normal behavior between the two of them. They both liked it rough and had high pain tolerences. This time though his battered and abused back protested, loudly. He cried out in pain, definitely not ecstasy. The barely clotted lashes on his back broke open and the smell of blood became thick between the two of them, it also had the sweet undertone of burgeoning infection to it. Abb is pale and sweating. "K-Kane... can we do this later? I need to... do a thing..." His excuse was weak this time. He hurt so bad, and he was tired, and he was hungry.