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<br/>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that Kais was going to uncloak himself, unless Isaiah's foul mood changed for the better. After causing Dylan's precious liquor cabinet to shatter, stretching out in a languid recline on Dylan's grained leather sectional to sit back and admire his handiwork. Kais slid his fingers into his long mane, flicking his golden fringe out of his line of sight. The color blocked shirt covering his torso rippled like with colors of a powerful, abyssal sea as his body sunk down into the sofa's deep cushions.<br/>
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Kais was thoroughly entertained by the human tennis match the two men were engaged in, and his sinewy arms were outstretched over the back of the sofa. He had every intention of remaining totally and blissfully invisible to their sight. Overcome by their acerbic banter, he tilted his head back so his handsome visage was angled toward the 9 foot ceiling above his head. He released a merry tinkle of laughter that had been percolating inside of him, its alluring sound burbling past the pouting curve of his lips.<br/>
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<b>"Hahaha. Oh. this. is. so. funny! The look on their faces, priceless!" </b>Kais cackled, until he was red faced. Too much laughing caused him to press a hand against his aching belly muscles.<br/>
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From the look of stunned shock registering on Dylan's face, Kais could tell he was obviously distraught about his ruined liquor cabinet and the collection of alcoholic beverages once stored there. Surprisingly enough, Dylan pointed the finger at Isaiah for damaging his possession, instead of blaming it on the shoddy way it was constructed.<br/>
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Having had a little fun at Dylan's expense, Kais' body parted from the buttery leather, lifting from an indolent slouch upon the man's furniture. His silent footsteps crossed the planked floorboards, coming to a halt on the opposite side of his living room to avoid the mess. Dylan's accusing tone seemed to raise Isaiah's defensive hackles, forcing him to plead his case or admit his guilt. Kais suddenly had an urge to step outside for a breather, just as Isaiah stepped out to find tbe broom to help Dylan with the clean up of broken glass, metal and wood.<br/>
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Kais transferred his energy through the apartment wall, appearing outside in the hallway with his spine and the back of his head pressed against the wall. He was thinking, but all his thoughts were shattered in the moment that Isaiah called aloud his name. Now it was Kais' turn to be amazed, going slack-jawed as his head revolved to look at Isaiah who to anyone watching him, stood in the hallway speaking to the air.<br/>
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<i>"Pokker . Hvorfor nå? Hvordan visste han at jeg var her?"</i> Kais asked, if only to himself. The upper edge of his pearly whites dragged slowly over his bottom lip, almost kicking himself in the ass for telling Isaiah if he wanted him to just call his name to summon him.<br/>
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He wasn't some <i>glorified booty call</i> to be paged whenever someone requested his presence.<br/>
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..a promise was a promise.<br/>
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Kais prepared himself mentally for the consequences of incurring Isaiah's wrath. Then he uncloaked himself and his mortal shell re-formed around him, appearing even more flawlessly gorgeous than he had hours before.<br/>
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<i>"Elskling." </i>Kais' seraphic countenance reflecting deep emotion as he spoke.<b> "It really isn't my fault. Not completely, anyway. You should blame the craftsman who put the cabinet together. It was flawed, and I just pointed out a few flaws in its design, that's all."</b><br/>
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By the time Isaiah asked his next question, Kais had pushed away from the wall and leaned closer for their face to face chat. He could tell Isaiah was irritated and tired, but most of all he picked up on the sudden need to hide him from his boyfriend. The edge of his lips quirked up slightly at the knowledge of Isaiah being a little greedy and possessive of him. He had asked the question, so Kais answered him as truthfully as possible.<br/>
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<b>"Actually, I didn't follow you-" </b>he started to say he was driven here by Isaiah, but managed to stop himself from responding that way. <br/>
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<b>"Isaiah, I was worried for you. You seemed distressed and I wanted to make sure you were okay. I wanted to apologize,</b> <i>kjæreste, </i><b>honestly."</b> Kais admitted.<br/>
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A frown seemed to chase the smile away from his features when Isaiah asked about the others. <b>"They aren't any friends of mine,</b> <i>elskling.</i> <b>They were once my brothers. I owe no allegiance to them now nor will I ever." </b><br/>
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Kais's thick brows of burnished gold furrowed for a moment in confusion, fingers curling to bestow an affectionate brush against Isaiah's cheek. <b>"You are an enchanting paradox, Isaiah." </b>he chuckled softly. <br/>
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He craved much more than just the brush of his hand against Isaiah's face right now, but sating his insatiable sexual ardor would have to wait. Too much of a good thing, usually turned out to be very bad. <br/>
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<b>"I recall offering a drink to someone earlier, but it was rejected. Hmm,<i> wonder who</i></b><i> that</i><b> was?"</b> Kais murmured playfully, his frown quickly fading from sight was spurred on by the positive shift in Isaiah's mood.<br/>
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Kais wasn't referring to bottles or glasses of alcoholic drink either, he was speaking the language of sexual innuendo. <b>"Mmm. So you have pleasantly reminded me, Isaiah. Blowing up a sink doesn't have the same effect as blowing up a man's drink. It tends to leave a lasting image in one's mind."</b><br/>
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As far as Kais was concerned, it wasn't necessary for Isaiah to apologize to him, but after hearing him say he was sorry, Kais nearly spaced out the fact he'd essentially stalked Isaiah to his boyfriend's uptown apartment. In the midst of having their intimate conversation just footsteps away from the front door, it suddenly swung open to reveal the person that called it home. Kais took a breath, inhaling deeply of the stink of dominance and inflated assurance that surrounded Dylan. Kais didn't appear as fazed or impressed enough by it to respond as Isaiah did.<br/>
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Perhaps his casual indifference to become involved in their squabble actually showed once Dylan told him what he already knew.<br/>
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That his liquor cabinet had been rendered to a heap of broken rubble in his living room and that he was a<i> complete </i>asshole.<br/>
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Isaiah didn't need to do anything on his behalf to protect what was his already. At any rate, Kais lightly brushed his arm with his fingers to offer his own level of reassurance in return. If anyone thought that Dylan was extremely arrogant, they hadn't had the privilege of seeing Kais when he was serving up hot, steaming cups of it. <br/>
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A rakish gleam entered his luminous blue depths, as he replied,<b> "Good for you,</b><i> ja?</i><b> I don't usually accept them. I provide them. Makes complete sense doesn't it?</b>" Kais imparted, then smiled. <b>"Sounds like you'll be buying plenty of new furniture, </b><i>nei?" </i>Kais clucked sympathetically.<i> "Stakkars kjære," </i>he uttered, his thickly accented voice laced with <i>Nynorsk.</i><br/>
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Maybe that was the bombshell moment that Isaiah revealed that it was Kais who he 'd had sex with earlier. The claws came out with Isaiah's words, and raked across Dylan's exposed back. Kais' blue eyes widened at the ferocity in which Isaiah attacked his boyfriend. Except Dylan blithely ignored Isaiah's apparent distress, and continued his blatant flirtation with him. Kais wasn't some wide-eyed, naive and insecure neophyte as far as matters of the heart went. <br/>
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<b>"Mmm, so charming, Dylan. It is Dylan</b><i><b>,</b> ja? </i><b>You learned to share, where? Preschool?</b>" Kais chortled in that delightfully addictive way of his. His level of flirtation was the blueprint for any other male created, angel or otherwise.<br/>
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A hand stroked Isaiah's side, as he gazed longingly between both men.<b> "I was the kid that liked </b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DoQlYXdhN9iU&amp;hash=7e8318bb271a08e39680ebc48ab08dd5" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQlYXdhN9iU" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><b>taking it all.</b></a> <b>You know, the one that never learned to share? That's me. I don't share. I take what I want."</b>Kais' lips curved into a grin, his Nordic gaze locking on Dylan's.<br/>
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Then he waggled a finger to beckon Dylan closer. As far as Isaiah's sentiment about not being the kind of guy open to being propositioned, well it wasn't exactly true. He did, because he required a ton of energy to sustain himself here on earth. <b>"Ask and you shall receive. I do mean <i>ask</i> this time, Dylan. Look at Isaiah and ask his permission. If he says yes, then I shall oblige. If he says no, then that means you will get on your knees and apologize to him in the most sincere way. Do I make myself crystal clear,</b> <i>liten tispe?"</i><br/>
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Kais had a way of making his insults sound sexy, as he strolled back inside the apartment like he owned it. There, he waited for the two men to come to a consensus, while thumbing through a subscription copy of GQ.</span></span><br/>