Dimitreaus hadn't entirely meant to hurt him. Then again perhaps he had. He'd had his heart broken, and now Kane had all but forced blood down his throat. His chest still hurt, but with Kane holding him, supporting him, nourishing him, it was hard to want to begrudge him more. He bit harder still, but then pulled back. Dimitreaus licked the wounds shut, then turned around and straddled Kane's waist. He saw the tears, and his own heart fluttered in his chest. He wrapped a hand around Kane's throat. "If you break my heart again I won't stop until I end you," he said in a harsh, agonized whisper. "Because you are the first and last person I will ever love." It was such an odd thing to say. Love. Something he'd never felt before in his miserable existence. His grip turned gentle, and he tipped Kane's head back. He sank his teeth back into his flesh and moaned loudly.<br/><br/>He was slower this time, but it was still pleasurable for Kane and for himself. Yes. Pleasure. Like a warm hand, coaxing all that lust and passion free after a month or so of being trapped like a moth in the flame of his curse. He closed his mouth over the bite. He was becoming rejuvenated, and Dimitri rocked forward, letting Kane feel that yes, he was feeling everything. He didn't want to stop, didn't want to leave, but the leeriness was just below the surface. One wrong move and Dimitri would bolt and would likely never return. He pulled back finally, moaning and licking his lips. His head fell back. "I want you. Make me forget. Make me feel only you." It was both a demand and a plea. But would it really have been anything else?