<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Isaiah couldn't look too much into Kais' response to his attitude, or that he was leaving. Of course, Kais couldn't exactly blame him either. His world had been turned on its end in the span of an evening. His body had run the full spectrum of emotions, and now he was exhausted and irritable. The only control he had over the situation was getting the hell out of dodge, and so that was what he did.<br/>
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Unbeknownst to him, he was not exactly alone. He'd taken Kais right up to his boyfriend's apartment, where he engaged in their usual banter with one another, only with a bit more gusto this evening. He thought that would be the end of it. He'd have a shitty night on Dylan's couch, and his world would go back to normal come morning. He and Dylan would have an unsatisfactory fuck before he went off to work, neither really respecting each other enough to worry about forgiveness. Isaiah would head out later, somewhere else, but probably not home. He did just fine being on the go, and heading from spot to spot, where no one could keep tabs on him, made him feel safe.<br/>
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That wasn't what happened though. As they moved into the other living room, the liquor cabinet shattered, scaring the hell out of both of them.<br/>
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“What the fuck, Isaiah!” Dylan shouted, and he looked at him with a look of disbelief.<br/>
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“You think I did that?” Isaiah snapped. “I'm sorry. I might be pissy right now, but I'm certainly not <i>that</i> talented.” He was under no impression that it was some sort of fluke or sudden malfunction of Dylan's hand-crafted liquor cabinet. He knew exactly what caused it, well, not what, but <i>who</i>.<br/>
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Dylan rushed to take a look at the damage, and Isaiah headed to the front door, out into the hall.<br/>
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“What? You're not going to grab a broom?” Dylan spoke out after him, but Isaiah didn't so much as turn to look back. Instead, he stopped in the middle of the hallway and took a deep breath.<br/>
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“Kais, mind telling me what the fuck that was?” Isaiah demanded, and he closed his eyes, knowing that the mysterious and gorgeous being would be there when he opened them again. He was not disappointed. He was still exhausted, but after expelling some frustration, he felt almost better. Almost, because now he assumed Kais had followed him, and if there was one thing Isaiah hated, it was someone tracking him down.<br/>
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“Why? Why did you follow me here?” he questioned in a hissing whisper. To him, there wasn't much other explanation out there. He didn't know all of his abilities, just that he could vanish into thin air if he wanted to if his exit earlier was anything to go by. It wasn't that he didn't want to see the man again. He just wanted to see him again on his own terms, after having a bit of time to digest everything. Fate was not giving him any such courtesy. He also wasn't sure how much of Dylan's conversation he'd heard. It certainly wasn't anything he was proud of, and he didn't like other people sticking their nose in what was his business. He also didn't really want Dylan to meet Kais. Another thing fate was going to give him the finger on.<br/>
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“Did you leave your friends at home?” Isaiah questioned, making an exaggerated effort to look up and down the hallway. Really though, he had no idea what any of them were truly capable of.<br/>
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“No one wants me to drink tonight,” Isaiah added, hoping up his bound hand with a shrug, thinking about all the hundreds of dollars of expensive alcohol pooled in Dylan's floor. It was almost satisfying, but it was alcohol he could not be drinking. “You could have blown up his sink instead, you know?” he added sarcastically. “How many bottles do you think we've broken together tonight? It's certainly been a record setter for me.” He smiled sardonically, and then let out another huff of air, letting some of his frustration go with it.<br/>
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“I'm sorry for being an ass earlier. I would have calmed down, you know,” Isaiah put in, taking a step closer to Kais, abandoning his defensive stance. Dylan might be deserving of his scalding attitude, but not everyone ones. Certainly not Kais, who'd only fucked him into oblivion and stayed when it was quite obvious he could have abandoned him to deal with their little problem on his own. He didn't expect good things out of strangers, and certainly not consideration and loyalty that Kais had shown. It took it a little while to catch up with him.<br/>
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Dylan's door swung open, the dark-haired man holding a broom, obviously expecting that Isaiah had taken off. It was not uncommon for him. What he saw instead was his boyfriend standing intimately close to another man. And not the sort of man Dylan would have expected him to bring home, but someone well dressed. On top of that, he was ridiculously attractive. Dylan's eyes swept Kais in blatant disregard of his boyfriend standing there. Isaiah wasn't surprised and could only pull of mild annoyance.<br/>
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“I'd offer you a drink, but well, my liquor cabinet is in pieces,” Dylan started, his expression no longer unpleasant.<br/>
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“Dylan, this is who I fucked earlier,” Isaiah introduced, making a point to grind salt into an open wound.<br/>
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“You know I like to share every once in a while,” Dylan spoke, propositioning Kais in a not so subtle manner, offering Isaiah up easily if it would tempt the other into his bed as well. A hot flash of anger went through Isaiah. It ebbed to light irritation, and he realized it was not irritation at the prospect of his boyfriend sleeping with someone else, but rather his boyfriend touching Kais. Someone who he had absolutely no claim to, but didn't want Dylan to touch him. He certainly didn't want to engage in a hasty three-sum, but Dylan didn't usually ask his opinions when setting up a ménage à trois.<br/>
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“This isn't one of your business partners that you can just proposition,” Isaiah snapped.</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans"><br/>
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