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</div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">It was probably best for everyone concerned  that Isaiah was quick to detect Kais' sour mood as the tension began to escalate. The Grigori had adopted a distinct edginess to his lilting voice accompanied by the tick of the muscles in his clenched jaw, as his temper flared. Those red flags were a dead giveaway that Dylan was in the danger zone. Neither Isaiah or Dylan possessed the gift of clairvoyance, or had enough discernment to detect the presence of a preternatural being in their midst. Both men might have been in fear for their lives if they had spotted the unearthly fire resembling a pilot light on a gas burner glowing  in the deep recesses of his blue eyes.<br/>
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Kais was trying so hard to be civil, despite the odds of controlling the tempest within him at an all time low. Isaiah's strategy of distracting him from unleashing his rage and projecting it at Dylan was having a positive effect. As long as he focused on Isaiah, he could tune Dylan out and get his sex on. It wasn't easy for Kais to do because his normal response was to express himself, and when it came down to consorting with humans there were very few of them that he found repulsive. Dylan was the exception to the rule, and if he didn't appreciate the man he shared his bed with, Kais certainly would. When Isaiah whispered a proposal to him, the idea was something he didn't actually mind doing.</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"Why don't you take a break from the chit-chat, and just watch. How's that sound?" </b>Kais suggested in a calm, rational tone of voice.<br/>
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He didn't wait to hear Dylan's answer, mainly because he could no longer resist Isaiah, and he could no longer deny the urge to bury his cock into his heated epicenter.<br/>
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Kais stared down into his beautiful green eyes. Isaiah's eyes had the power to pull a man's soul into them. It had done the same for the Grigori who was taken captive  from the first moment that his eyes met his in the alley after his epic beatdown. Isaiah didn't seem to be the kind of guy  that enjoyed being called beautiful but his eyes, that face, his sexy model-like body, and even his brown hair with reddish-gold streaks and the casual messy haircut, made him simply beautiful.<br/>
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<b>"You're so fucking sexy." </b>Kais breathed without thinking, his lips brushing against Isaiah's as everything in the room became invisible around him.<br/>
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Kais tenderly brushed away the obstinate lock of hair that had fallen over Isaiah's eyes and closed the gap between them to touch his mouth to his. Then he gave him a kiss so sweet a shiver passed through him that would likely spread to Isaiah. Kais' tongue pushed past Isaiah's lips, pumping into his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing him, making him groan in hungry need as his cock became rock hard.When he released Isaiah's lips, Kais ran his thumb slowly against his lower lip, almost as if he was trying to lock their lush softness into memory.  The hunger surging through Kais at that moment was too intense for comfort.<br/>
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Kais tried to suppress it but it just wasn't working so he scolded himself inwardly for his lack of control, but even that couldn't help snap him out of the lustful haze he was under. Kais licked up the length of Isaiah's neck, biting down on the soft skin below his ear as the edges of his teeth raked his skin. Bending to slip his hands under each of Isaiah's armpit, Kais picked him up and threw him onto the bed. Isaiah bounced and landed on his back, laughing in surprise. Kais slunk towards him with a predatory crawl until his knees were on either side of Isaiah's thighs.<br/>
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Kais' tongue pushed past his lips, pumping into his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing him. Isaiah wound his arms  around Kais' neck and kissed him back for all he was worth, making an agonized sound in his throat as he closed his eyes. Unsteady fingers cupped his cheek, forcing him to open his eyes and meet Kais' gaze. A moment passed just staring into each other's eyes, no words, no sounds nothing but their harsh breaths. Kais pushed his pelvis into Isaiah, his hardness more than evident.<br/>
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He slid his palms across the hot, smooth skin of Isaiah's chest, loving the shudder of his flesh that he couldn't hide. Kais circled one hard nipple with a finger and bent down to take the other between his teeth. He heard Isaiah moan as his back arched in pleasure, gasping as Kais licked and bit at his nipples. Kais sucked his nipples until they were hard and stiff, making his way down Isaiah's body and stopping to lick and suck and kiss every few inches. Then he leaned down, buried his tongue in Isaiah's belly button and gave him a tongue fucking he wasn't going to forget anytime soon.<br/>
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<i>"Kais..." </i>Isaiah groaned as Kais moved down, laving a moist trail with his tongue towards his leaking cock.</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"Turn over and get on your hands and knees Isaiah." </b>Kais instructed,<b> "I want to hear you, as I make you dance, </b> <i><i><i><i>min kjære."</i></i></i></i><br/>
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Kais knelt behind him and then palmed each cheek, giving each cheek a light slap. Kais separated the slightly reddened cheeks and stared at Isaiah's winking puckered hole. He blew lightly on it and Isaiah shivered. Then Kais pushed in, burying his face between the twin globes of smooth flesh. Next came the unmistakable flick of Kais' tongue on his hole.  Kais stiffened his tongue, gripped Isaiah's hips and pulled him back onto his pointed tongue, penetrating his entrance and dipping inside again and again.<br/>
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As the tip of his tongue speared inside, Isaiah hissed and arched his back, letting out an uncontrollable moan, which went directly to Kais' cock.  Isaiah gasped brokenly, thrusting back onto the tongue invading his arse, pleading for more. Kais looked down between his legs and slid his fingers over the thin string of clear liquid dripping from the tip of Isaiah's full and heavy erection. Isaiah was shaking the way he'd been when he was about to cum, when Kais urged him to take his direction again.<br/>
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<b>"Lie on your back."</b> Kais said quietly. He didn't know what was happening to him but what he knew for sure, was that Isaiah was getting to him. In a hot way.<br/>
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Isaiah lay on his back and stared up at Kais, who was fully engorged now. The Grigori was sure all eyes were on his wet, shiny and huge cock. Kais stared back at the beautiful man lying on the bed and shuddered. He knew he was hooked. He would never have enough of Isaiah. Something had happened between him, something special, something unstoppable, something beyond him.  He could feel it but had no power to fight it. And that was when he stopped acting for Dylan. Kais completely forgot about anyone else in the room or the fact he and Isaiah had met that very day. He completely lost himself in Isaiah.<br/>
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With a growl and a pounding heart, Kais leaned down and captured a taut nipple between his teeth and bit down hard, just as he positioned himself at Isaiah's entrance and entered him with one smooth thrust that pressed his cock, hard against his pleasure button. And just like that Isaiah started to shoot, coming hard without warning, his hot cum erupting between their bodies, and with it, an intensity of emotion.<br/>
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"<b>Mm, Kais,” </b>he panted,<b> “It's too much.. From before.. Slow down.”</b> Isaiah screamed, his fingers reaching down of their own accord, to tangle in Kais' long hair, to hold him to his nipple. The sweet pain of those teeth on his taut flesh, and the milking of his prostate by Kais' cock, was agonizingly phenomenal.<br/>
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Kais raised his head and stared down into Isaiah's ecstasy-glazed eyes. He watched Isaiah fall apart, and it was the most erotically beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Isaiah in the throes of passion was a thing of beauty.<br/>
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<b>"God, you're beautiful. That was so hot </b><i><i><i><i>kjæreste.</i></i></i></i>" Kais whispered, staring down at Isaiah with reverence. There was nothing more erotic than a man coming without a touch to his cock. If Kais had been conscious of what he was saying, he would probably have stopped himself because that was definitely not porn talk.<br/>
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Then to the utmost shock of everyone in the room, especially Kais, Isaiah pulled Kais' head down and took his lips in a spine-melting kiss. Isaiah continued rocking uncontrollably against Kais, riding out his orgasm. Feeling an intense toe-curling pleasure throughout every part of his body, Isaiah moaned lustfully into the kiss, fully impassioned. The muscles of Isaiah's channel clamped down, massaging Kais' cock throughout his orgasm. Kais grunted as pleasure whipped through him. He closed his eyes, praying the torment would end soon. He wasn't ready to end the exquisite feeling of being inside Isaiah, around him, tasting him. With a groan, Kais slipped his fingers into Isaiah's hair and took over the kiss.<br/>
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His tongue plunged deep into Isaiah's mouth, so fiery and at the same time soothing, Isaiah was lost. Pleasure exploded throughout his body as he eagerly joined Kais in an erotic duel of lips, teeth and tongues. Kais' erotic sucking on his tongue was nearly more than Isaiah could survive and he whimpered into the kiss. It would be a kiss to make him feel possessed, taken.  It was meant to be like nothing he'd ever experienced. Isaiah's arms twined around Kais' neck, holding him close, his fingers biting into Kais' scalp as a rapturous pleasure spread through him. Somehow he could sense Kais' utmost desire was to pleasure him, and that knowledge filled Kais with an emotion so palpable he trembled.<br/>
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The combination of Kais' slick tongue moving inside his mouth, the cock moving inside him, and the touch of tenderness he was being shown were part of the dam that Kais was close to breaking within Isaiah. As his cock pistoned in and out with hard slaps of his balls against Isaiah's ass, hot tears formed in his eyes and spilled down his temples. And once they began to flow, they wouldn't stop. Kais raised his head to look at the man who was driving him insane with feelings he had never had for another human being, gasping audibly when he saw his tears running into Isaiah's hair. The intensity of the feelings he felt could not be mistaken. The tightening feeling in Kais' chest told him all he needed to know. He wanted Isaiah for himself. He wanted to care for him, to protect him, to be with him.<br/>
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To be his anchor.<br/>
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<b>“Seeing you like this,”</b> Dylan started, his tone soft. <b>“You look like the whore your father said you were.”</b><br/>
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Kais had barely gotten started, when the comment echoed through the barrier that his wings, invisible to everyone but himself, had formed as he embraced Isaiah. The words were like daggers that were meant to wound and as Isaiah shook with rage, Kais knew that they had. Isaiah disengaged himself from the embrace and quickly launched himself at a hapless Dylan. If he wanted a fight, he got a war.  Before he could get his hands up to either protect his sneering expression, or to launch his own offense and hurt Isaiah physically, Isaiah came at him with fists flying  in a blind rage that landed in vital areas that would leave a mark on Dylan as he was pummeled. Kais just smiled, as Isaiah stood up for himself. He couldn't be more proud of his lover for handling Dylan's negativity. For once, Kais lingered on the sidelines as Dylan was knocked to the apartment floor.</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"You've finished Isaiah, we should leave here. Put on your clothing. Here."</b> Kais slid his fingers around one bicep, before the fist at the other end drove itself into Dylan's face for a second time.<br/>
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Kais was completely dressed, having apported another outfit onto his body, that covered his muscled form. His wings had slipped back into his body as well. Dragging Isaiah out of the bedroom Kais held him tightly, whispering soothing words to him until he calmed down. He just knew that whatever the reason that had caused Isaiah to lose his temper as he had, had to do with more than what was happening in that room. And for reasons he couldn't fathom, Kais felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness towards the man in his arms. He wanted to take his pain away, make him forget all his problems, make him happy. Kais held Isaiah's hands, lifting his scraped knuckles to his lips to kiss the sting away.<br/>
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By the time Kais and Isaiah fled Dylan's apartment, Isaiah's scraped and bleeding knuckles would be healed. Completely, without any evidence of being involved in a violent altercation with his boyfriend.<br/>
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Too bad a few scrapes wouldn't be the only thing haunting Dylan in his nightmares at night.</span></span>