Dimitreaus almost fought him. He wanted to struggle, to jerk free. But he was wiped out. He'd tried this whole time to stop being reliant on Kane's blood. He probably could have if he'd just had more time between feedings. But between the curse and how frequently he had to take blood from Kane, he caved as soon as Kane's arms went around him. A low groan left his throat. He'd wanted his touch, craved it. How could he have denied any of how he'd felt? Dimitreaus's head fell back and he gripped Kane's arm, eyes falling shut when the other teased his throat. He craved his mark, his body. But deep down he was still afraid. Dimitreaus had been afraid of very little in his life, but loving Kane was the most terrifying of all. What would happen next time to tear them apart?<br/><br/>Dimitri's nostrils flared, his eyes opening. They were red, and his mouth parted, fangs elongated. God damnit he wanted to feed. He clenched his jaw. If Kane knew the truth, all of this would come apart again. He'd lose it. He'd fucking lose his mind if Kane cast him aside again. "I can't," he hissed, face inches from his wrist. It would be so easy. All he'd have to do was bite down. But at what cost? More of the same rollercoaster? More of this insanity? A wave of dizziness surged through him and his knees gave out. Doubt gave way to one simple point. He bit down, causing pain but mostly because his mind was fragmenting under the weight of his exhaustion. He hadn't been this weak since he'd been cast out. Kane would have to hold him up or set them down. All he could think about right now was nourishing himself. Each pull filled him with strength, rejuvenating him. He moaned and bit harder, filling Kane with venom this time.<br/><br/>Consequences be damned. And there likely would be. Kane hadn't given him a choice. He hadn't let Dimitreaus reassure him that he hadn't harmed Ryan. Right now all he could think about was Kane's blood, being held by him. Even if it was fleeting. He'd survive.