Demitriy lay beside Cyrys as lust fell asleep. He had throughly enjoyed the night theyd shared and he felt as though he had never lost him. His fingertips moved over the scars on his own body, remembering how each was inflicted. The mere memory of them was enough to make him excited and solid once more. "It has been too long," he whispered as he moved to use the bathroom.<br/><br/>He did what any normal man would after a good romp in the aack. He leaned over the toilet, placed his hand on the wall, and emptied his bladder with a groan of relaxation. All of his urges were gone and he knew they would be for a short time. The demons would be back. They always came back.<br/><br/>When he finished, he washed his hands and moved back to bed with his partner. Once he settled in, he allowed himself to fall asleep but in the morning he wasnt in the room with Cyrus when the worn out man woke.