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</span></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 18px">Most if not all interactions between himself and a human required Kais taking on the dominant role. He was quite comfortable assuming and exerting complete control over whoever he had in his bed, making all the decisions, giving the orders, and doling out the punishments as necessary. The strange paradox that Kais discovered within each of his relationships involving a human was even when they assumed a submissive role, they always seemed to have the ultimate power. Not him.<br/>
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Now it was Kais' turn to determine what terms were unacceptable to him, and he was the one that had the final say as to what Isaiah could or could not do with or to him. The only choice he needed to make in the switching of his dominant role with Isaiah was freely choosing to give away his control and power over to him. The ultimate control that he usually assumed was easily and willfully given to him because Kais had the utmost trust in him and love for him.<br/>
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Had it been any other human, Kais would have refused to switch roles. <br/>
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Kais, otherwise known as Gadra'el, was a Grigori angel comprised of multiple, unique facets during his creation and evolution. He looked male because his vessel was by birth, and Kais took on that role as a male human flawlessly and perfect in all ways. But had his vessel been a woman instead of a male, he would have flawlessly took on whatever role her vessel embraced during her lifespan. Humans were aware of their central role in the world, but despite ages of philosophy and religion, countless theories and beliefs, they could not explain it. <br/>
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Yet they sensed in moments of quiet or great awe that they were not a statistical happenstance. There was a purpose and meaning to their existence. Life, with mankind at its center, was the engine of the universe, the energy source of the Creator. Planets, stars, black holes, quarks and all the other imaginings of physicists and mathematicians were simply the stage upon which life acted out its dramas. That was the true source of energy. Not light energy, heat energy, atomic energy, but life energy. <br/>
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The purpose of it all. Life energy returned to the Creator his essence, the essence that was creation. Without a Creator, life had no meaning. Without life, the Creator had no existence. It was through this cycle that meaning was achieved. To experience life as it appeared on Earth required Kais to separate from all heavenly things. It required a recognition of time and space, a process called individuating, to realize distinction away from his celestial birth. It was always his objective to experience life in order to share that energy with his Creator so that those who were no longer connected could realize the greater, truer existence lying within them. <br/>
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 The individuated being that Kais became was a dim echo of a recollection of a life apart, a specific existence like the the humans he studied.  As an angel, he was neither male, nor was he female, and that would have been the case as well if he possessed more diabolical traits like his brethren in Hell. He was not a top, nor was he a bottom. Nor did he fit the role of heterosexual, gay or bisexual. Those labels weren't meant to accommodate him. Kais was spirit, and he was an all consuming fire. He was a seraph, a member of the highest choir of the entire angelic hierarchy. The first of many caretakers of God's throne, he once helped his Creator to maintain perfect Heavenly order.<br/>
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Like all seraphim, indwelling within Kais was a ceaseless and eternal revolution about every principle of the Divine. He possessed the same heat and intellect, and held the exuberance of his Creator's intense, perpetual, tireless activity. His elevative and energetic assimilation of all beings that dwelled beneath him, was meant to kindle them and fire them up so that they would produce their own heat, as he purified them with his burning and all-consuming flame. <br/>
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His true form, that of spirit, was a form that Isaiah was not allowed to see with his human eyes. Without the vessel it was contained in, Kais was unhidden, unquenchable, changeless, radiant and an enlightening power that could dispel and destroy the shadows of darkness. Isaiah wouldn't really be able to see that, because lying beneath him was the most incredibly handsome man he'd ever laid his hands on, and <i>did he ever</i> have an infectiously cocky grin plastered on his full lips as he asked Isaiah to<i> fuck him. </i><br/>
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<i>It didn't really matter what he said in Norsk, did it?</i><br/>
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All that mattered at that point was what he said to Isaiah in English, and what his body was telling Isaiah. There was no denying the invitation his thighs gave Isaiah once they slid apart to allow him better access to his heated core. Kais didn't want lube, or condoms. That aspect of humanity was foreign to him, that of pestilence and pain. All he felt right now was Isaiah's eagerness and a flare of heated desire as he grew more aroused. Kais tilted his head to meet Isaiah's gaze, his eyes no longer unreadable. His irises were filled with heat, and the sight of them made a sudden surge of lust unfurl in Kais' belly.<br/>
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<b>"I want you," </b>Kais said, and those three words were even hotter than that look. <b>"Don't ever doubt that." </b>he repeated, as Isaiah slid his hand down between their bodies to wrap his hand around his cock and guide it towards the tight pucker of his ass.<br/>
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It was such a simple word, <i>fuck.</i><br/>
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It really didn't sound all that special. And fuck was nowhere near good enough a word to describe what was happening between Kais and Isaiah just then. Not unless  a few extra words were tacked on, like <i>momentous</i>, or <i>earth-shattering,</i> or maybe even <i>life-altering.</i> Because, yeah, it felt like it had been that way for Kais,  the feeling of having a man's cock inserted into his ass had just changed his <i>entire fucking world</i>. Isaiah's lips on his were somehow both soft and firm at once, his tongue sneaking in little tastes, just barely there flicks that made Kais want to scream aloud in frustration. If he could bear to pull his mouth away long enough to do so, but he couldn't. Eventually his patience was rewarded with the slow sweep of Isaiah's tongue over his.<br/>
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That was all it took, that slow, sensuous glide, to set him off like a powder keg. <br/>
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<b>"Oh, God."</b> His hips jerked up towards Isaiah and he shamelessly ground himself against the velvety hardness of Isaiah's cock, a ragged, gut-punched groan tearing from his throat. <br/>
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<b>"Yes. Fuck... yes!"</b><br/>
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Kais tried to will the tension from his muscles, but he couldn't help himself from clamping down around his cock the moment Isaiah breached the first tight ring of muscle. He felt Isaiah's groan as it rumbled from his chest, not so much pain as discomfort and pressure for Kais to experience, but Isaiah was taking it slowly enough for Kais' body to adjust to the feeling of being penetrated by the time he was all the way inside. <i>Good. So fucking good.</i> Kais had <i>never</i> felt anything like it.  <br/>
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Mainly because had never yielded sexually to a human before, he was a virgin completely. <br/>
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For Isaiah, it would be as if he had just sunk his cock into an incredibly tight, twitching pool of molten lava. Except it wasn't in liquid form, it molded and took the shape of the cock that had embedded itself inside of him. Kais' clenching ass had assumed its perfect shape, becoming a custom fit for Isaiah's cock. When Isaiah picked up the pace and added a little twist to the downward stroke, Kais sank his teeth into his lover's shoulder to muffle his cries.<br/>
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<b>"Yes Isaiah..... Oh, hell fucking yes!" </b>Kais yelled, his blonde head arching back against the pillows.<br/>
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He liked<i> that right there</i>, maybe better than anything he'd done so far sexually, at least. Except for the kisses. Isaiah's kisses, and his teeth nipping his flesh were making him lose his mind. Speaking of which...<br/>
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<b>"Hardere! ja! mmmmmnnn.....hardere!" </b>he cried out, as Isaiah's nails dug into his hips possessively and left marks behind.<br/>
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Writhing and panting in arousal beneath Isaiah, Kais' hungry lips found his, hips rising and bucking off the bed to meet Isaiah's hard thrusts. Kais's words would sound to Isaiah a sing song version of  the English version, and as Isaiah doled out his thrusts, Kais growled in pleasure.<br/>
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<b>"More! mmm...deeper. Fuck me! Oh you feel so good....ohhh!" </b><br/>
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If Kais' hands gripping the taut globes of Isaiah's ass in an effort to show him that he wanted more wasn't enough, the glazed heated look in his eyes would be.</span></span>