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Isaiah wasn't sure what he was seeing. He certainly couldn't explain any of it, but now Kais was trying to. It wasn't anything Isaiah believed in, and that was obvious but his blank and unamused expression, but there Kais was, wearing what he was wearing, and speaking in all seriousness. Someone.. no <i>something</i> had been in his apartment. That couldn't be denied, and neither could all the rest of is that Isaiah would have preferred to just <i>pretend</i> never happened.<br/>
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“No, getting gang-raped by a group of demons you pissed off was not on my list of things I wanted to happen today,” Isaiah snapped, sarcastic even though he was worked up and anxious. He watched as Kais sealed the door, and spoke a language he had never heard before. He looked to his skin, seeing how the hue changed so that he was emitting a soft glow. He watched him come closer before going to the bed, making his offer. Isaiah was a little bit stunned after all that happened his mind would still go there, but apparently he wasn't as concerned about what had just happened.<br/>
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“I don't imagine I could even begin to get my dick hard right now,” Isaiah told him. His heart was still racing, using extra resources to pump blood faster. His body didn't consider a blowjob top priority right now. He threw on a pair of jeans and then made his way into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of tequila. He downed a few swallows as he made it to the doorway of his bedroom, looking at Kais.<br/>
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“I think I'm going to head out. I don't usually stick around when shit is going down,” Isaiah told him, tossing him the bottle of tequila. “If you feel safe here, you're welcome to stay.” Be finished buttoning his jeans, and threw on a pair of shoes, not even bothering to button his shirt as he made his way out. Isaiah was not used to relying on other people for protection, and he didn't know enough about Kais to fully trust him. He'd always done just fine getting the hell out of dodge, and if they were after Kais, and knew where his apartment was, it only made sense to get far away from it. Maybe they'd see each other again, maybe they wouldn't, but Isaiah had a rather strong self-preserving trait. It didn't make him a coward. It kept him alive through the years, and trusting his instincts was a big part of that.<br/>
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Isaiah shut the door on his way out and took the stairs two at a time. He didn't take anything with him. Nothing in his apartment was worth it. He was not one to care much for material things, and all would still be there when he returned, or it wouldn't. He had a lot to process with how the night unfolded, which he tried to do as he got into the car and started to drive. He had a few options of where he could go, but ultimately he chose the place where he wouldn't have to put on a happy face. It was across town, and it made him feel good to put some distance between himself and his apartment. This side of town was nicer, but usually that sort of thing didn't bother him. He pulled into one of the parking spaces and headed up to his boyfriends apartment.<br/>
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Isaiah knocked, because for some reason <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs32.postimg.org%2Fp8xa71e5h%2FFashion_young_man_in_black_shirt_poses_over_wall.jpg&amp;hash=1e4a9dafd37536ae57ea5dc233596de4" href="https://s32.postimg.org/p8xa71e5h/Fashion_young_man_in_black_shirt_poses_over_wall.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(196, 84, 84)">Dylan</span></a> had a key to his place, but not the other way around. It took him pounding on the door to get the man out of bed. The man who flung the door open looked irritated, and half asleep. He was only wearing sweatpants. His hair was dark, and his skin tanned.<br/>
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“What the fuck, Isaiah?” the man grumbled and Isaiah pressed on past him, not bothering with trying to explain anything that had happened to him what night. What would he say? Some beautiful man fucked him, made him cum his ass off, then stuck around to fight off a hoard of pissed off demons? Dylan would want to know what he was tripping on. Isaiah made his way straight to Dylan's fancy liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of vodka since that was primarily what the other man drank. He poured himself a glass, and Dylan pressed in close to him.<br/>
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“You smell like sex,” he told Isaiah.<br/>
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“Yeah, so? Did you make whoever you sleep with in your spare time go out the window or did you kick them out early tonight?” Isaiah snapped, shrugging out of his touch.<br/>
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“What the fuck is your problem?” Dylan snarled, snatching the glass away from Isaiah. They met each others gaze, and Isaiah pointedly picked up the whole bottle to drink from instead. Dylan grabbed him, and a struggle commenced until they eventually slammed the container against the perfect granite counter top, shattering the bottle. Isaiah cut his hand on the glass, and with his other he drew back and punched his boyfriend in the jaw. Dylan staggered back, holding a hand to his face.<br/>
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“I'm not in the mood for your shit, either,” Isaiah warned, shaking the blood from his hand and getting it all over the floor until he found something to wrap around it. Dylan made a noise of irritation.<br/>
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“You're bleeding all over my kitchen,” Dylan pointed out.<br/>
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“I fucked someone tonight who was better than you,” Isaiah looked up to tell him, holding the rag to his hand. It was times of stress that Isaiah could turn downright nasty, and there was no better person for him to turn the negative energy onto than his boyfriend, who typically did the same thing to him. They were made for one another. His words had been just as well aimed as his blow.<br/>
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“You could feel it? I'm surprised, that slut that you are,” Dylan shot back, playing on a point of contention in their relationship; Isaiah often spaced out and experienced boredom during their sexual encounters together. Isaiah shoved past him. Dylan grabbed him on the way by, and another tussle ensued before Isaiah got out of his hold and threw himself down onto the couch.<br/>
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“Why the fuck do you get like this?” Dylan shouted.<br/>
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“You bring the best out of me. Go the fuck to bed, Dylan. I just needed to get away from my side of town tonight,” Isaiah told him.<br/>
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“Is someone tailing you again?” Dylan wanted to know.<br/>
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“No. It'll be fine tomorrow.” Isaiah wasn't sure if that would be true or not.</span></span>