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<br/>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Human nature, being as predictable as it was should have clued Kais in as Isaiah's initial awe transformed into a incredibly dubious response to his in your face approach. If only the blonde quasi-angel wasn't glowing iridescently as he stood there, making the best out of a difficult situation. From what Kais perceived, his bed mate's mood had shifted to the opposite of the spectrum now. The human's surly reply stung enough to cause his youthful countenance to darken and a frown to form an ominous shadow upon his cupid's bow lips.<br/>
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An offer had been extended in which Isaiah declined not so politely, but with a snippy attitude. Kais came to the conclusion that his lover was prepared to kill the messenger instead of resolutely accepting the news that the incredibly attractive guy that provided him an evening of phenomenal sex was not of this earth. He silently listened as Isaiah blamed him for the shit that just went down, and the warmth of his blue gaze grew as frosty as a Siberian winter. <br/>
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<i>"Som du ønsker</i>, <b>Isaiah." </b>he deliberated before he replied. Kais's deep voice resonating, as the human began to cover up all that delectable flesh.<br/>
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<i>How disappointing was that?</i><br/>
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Still, Kais had a sense of humor, just as sarcastic as Isaiah's. <b>"I hadn't planned on letting you get your dick hard without my help. But since you are so very capable of doing so, It's no longer necessary for me worry about putting your needs first,</b><i> ja?"</i> he scoffed.<br/>
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From the heavy wave of avoidance being pushed his way to the bottle of tequila Isaiah was drinking solo, Kais took the cue on an empathic link. A small broken laugh was all that came from his lips, as he uttered. <br/>
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<b>"Humans are so fickle." </b>he uttered dryly. while sheathing his angel blade. <br/>
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His golden mane shimmered, swept back and out of his stormy gaze as he heard Isaiah announced that he was making a dash.<br/>
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<b>"No need to explain, I was heading out myself since there's no need for me to linger here in an empty apartment by myself. Thanks for your help, Isaiah."</b> he spoke, vanishing from his sight rather quickly as if all he had been was a figment of Isaiah's imagination. <br/>
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A shame that the tequila bottle wasn't caught before he blinked out of sight. Isaiah tossed it in the direction that Kais had been standing in full angelic warrior attire a moment ago, and the bottle hit the floor and broke, leaving a mess for Isaiah to clean up when he returned. From the other side of the dimensional doorway separating them, Kais stated he was going somewhere and he certainly wasn't lying to Isaiah. He <i>was.</i><br/>
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Doors and walls, floors and ceilings were only barriers for those impacted by their mortal bodies. Not so for an ageless Grigori like himself, and old habits died hard. Metaphysically tied to the young human, he followed behind him to his destination without taking mortal form in his vessel's body. It was covert reconnaissance at best, but Isaiah wasn't willing to be reasonable at the moment, since he was deeply troubled and confused over the evening's paranormal events. No amount of rational explanation would ever truly make sense for him to absorb the situation.<br/>
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Until the Grigori could forge a bridge of trust between himself and Isaiah that was strong and lasting, he would have to settle for cloaking himself without Isaiah's knowledge of his being there. After Isaiah said his curt farewell, proceeding to closing the door after himself he probably thought that he'd left Kais behind in his apartment. Wrong answer. Seconds later, he materialized in the passenger seat of Isaiah's car, this time as his uninvited guest.<br/>
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A bit of a fashion whore when he wasn't cavorting around a human's bedroom buck ass naked, battling legions of demonic entities or the devil himself, Kais was fully dressed now. His outfit of choice was a ribbed cowl neck shirt of midnight paired up with a color blocked jacket of graphite and velvety Prussian blue. The slacks he wore were Armani, and the dark fabric hugged his derriere rather snugly, accentuating the shape of his toned gluteus maximus.<br/>
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<i>Kais couldn't help but want to touch Isaiah. </i>If not intimately, it would be to correct his horribly tense posture while he sat behind the wheel of his car. <i>Why did staring at someone that thought he was a thing that couldn't possibly exist turn him on so much it made his cock pulse as he sat less than a foot away?</i> Thrusting a hand into his golden strands, he had to do something to take his mind off the fact Isaiah made him want to stop the car, bend him over its hood and fuck his brains out.<br/>
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Kais decided to look out of the passenger window, taking time to pay closer attention to his surroundings. It appeared that Isaiah was driving into a better neighborhood, far from the slummy area that he'd been discovered and far from the rundown, weathered tenement building that Isaiah didn't seem to give two shits about decorating. <i>Trap house </i>was a term that came to his mind.<i> Brothel for the damned</i> was more like it, considering the infernal guests with the revolving door to hell dwelling in his apartment.<br/>
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Kais wondered what the conversation would have been like with Isaiah while in his car, besides<i> awkward as fuck</i>. Instead he was on a recon mission, basically stalking the human turned lover and on radio silence now. Kais was a lot of things, but he didn't skip to the end to figure out where they were going or slip into Isaiah's mind to cheat that way either. He patiently got out of the car by pushing his metaphysical energy out the door, and proceeded to follow him when they arrived at their destination.<br/>
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The moment Isaiah pounded on the door loud enough to wake the dead, Kais thought he actually had when Dylan opened the door.<br/>
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<b>"He looks as dead as a fucking door nail. Please don't tell me. He's your on again, off again piece of ass boyfriend, Isaiah? Really, you shock me," </b>he murmured aloud, even though no one could hear him. <br/>
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<i>No hello honey how are you tonight, i really missed you</i> could be heard coming from Dylan's foul mouth. Kais jaw clicked tightly shut with a slight ticking of the muscle there because he was trying not to decloak and drive his fist into the human's face. Instead, he formed the breeze that ruffled past him when Isaiah moved into his apartment.<br/>
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The fact that Isaiah would know where to find the man's alcohol and the intimate way Dylan leaned into his body told him everything that he needed to know about their relationship, regardless of how acrimonious the greeting was. Kais was right there with the pair, eye to eye with Dylan while they discussed the one thing he wanted, no demanded nearly all the time.<br/>
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<i>Sex.</i><br/>
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Oh how he wanted to rub the human's nose in it, to inform him that he was the one responsible for the heady, lusty way Isaiah smelled. Reeking of sex, of cum and the warmth of his own body. He would have gladly spoiled the surprise and went straight to describing how damned good sex with Isaiah felt, sounded and tasted. How snugly Isaiah's ass was while its muscles tightened around his cock as he rode him, down to the salty sweetness of his juices as they oozed from the tip of his highly aroused cock. And if that detail wasn't nearly enough for<i> Mr. Rude and Ignorant</i>, Kais could laud it over Dylan that he was a better lay by far.<br/>
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Hell broke loose instead of conversation at that point, because Dylan's testosterone got the better of him and he had to interfere with Isaiah getting his drink on. The moment Dylan grabbed him, the Mike Tyson in Isaiah came out and even if his hand was cut by the broken bottle, he decked Dylan in the face with his fist.<br/>
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<i>Noiccceee</i>. Of course, Kais secretly knew Isaiah was a warrior inside a human's body.<br/>
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Fortunately, his input wasn't necessary. Isaiah already covered that base as a reply to Dylan's snarky comment.<br/>
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Isaiah's retort was a cutting one, meant to draw more blood than the sanguine flow dripping from his hand.<br/>
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<b>“I fucked someone tonight who was better than you,” </b>Isaiah looked up to tell him, holding the rag to his hand.<br/>
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<i>"Oooh. burn."</i> <i>Kais thought to himself, with an amused yet sadistic twist of his lips.</i><br/>
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It was Dylan's nasty comment that brought a flare of anger that brought a heated glow to his gaze. He realized that this man was the reason why Isaiah didn't value himself or feel he deserved someone that gave rather than took. Kais really was trying his best to behave, but he blew up. The two left one room together, wrestling for control in another yet continued to throw verbal jabs at each other as if they were in a cage match. He was still cloaked, but possessive of the human he'd claimed. He wasn't anywhere near the man's expensive liquor cabinet, but a hairline crack in the mirrored backsplash that reflected the two men in conversation had suddenly formed.<br/>
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It was just a slight nudge of his psionic energy that caused the mirror to suddenly shatter and form a domino effect that caused the shelves holding the man's bottles of liquor to also collapse, meeting the floor with a clamor of glass and metal.<br/>
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