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</div></div><br/><br/>Kais lay on his back, struggling to recover from the most explosive climax of his life. The intimate recollection of Isaiah's cock filling the tight void of his ass was all it took to boost his arousal to almost agonizing levels. Never before in his existence had he been so turned on by a human. Slightly disconcerted by the power of his feelings, he searched for an explanation.<i>Amazing sex. Was that all that was happening here?</i><br/><br/>Well, yes,<i>obviously</i>.  Kais wasn't about to pretend that he was sexually inexperienced in that<i> one</i>area,  but it was the single most area that added an extra dimension to the relationship he shared with Isaiah. Because clearly the fact that he'd been a virgin had satisfied an elementally masculine part of Isaiah,  providing him with confirmation that he could perform  as the aggressor instead of the recipient and express his own sexual prowess.<br/><br/>Kais lay still, feeling replete and satisfied, and more than ready for a repeat performance. He welcomed more of Isaiah's affection, and turned his body towards his as they lay together. Kais nestled against his lover, his body spooning in perfect alignment with Isaiah's body, and listened to the sounds of his lover's steady breathing. Isaiah had fallen asleep. His blue eyes lingered on the lush softness of Isaiah's mouth, and the gentle flush of his cheeks.<br/><br/>The knowledge that<i>he </i>was responsible for that flush sent a wave of instantaneous lust tearing through Kais' body, and he was tempted to wake Isaiah up just so he could set about exhausting him one more time. Their love-making had been exceptionally energetic and passionate, he mused, while stroking a damp strand of hair away from Isaiah's face with a gentle push of his long, delicate fingers.<br/><br/>Studying the fragile, vulnerable human curled up at his side, Kais felt a wave of explosive anger towards his brother, Lucifer and his minions. A fierce desire to protect Isaiah from any more threats surged through him, and he sucked in a deep breath from the intensity of his love for Isaiah. Although Kais had no need for sleep, his eyes closed and he listened for any sounds that were out of the ordinary, as was his habit.<br/><br/>Knowing that he had sealed all the portals that he'd found within Isaiah's apartment, only normal noises were detected. The ticking of the clock on the nightstand, the creaking of the boxsprings as Isaiah sought a more comfortable position against him in his bed, the sound of someone's car alarm going off on the street. Isaiah was as safe as safe as could be, but Kais had other charges to monitor and protect too, and he wasn't the only one that was aware of that fact.<br/><br/>Kais was undisturbed for hours, until an alarming scream jarred him from his analytic processing to alert vigilance. His eyes opened, gaze sweeping over the sleeping form of Isaiah to see nothing wrong with his lover or their environment. But something was definitely wrong elsewhere. Silently, Kais unwound Isaiah's muscled arm and leg that had twined itself around his body during his slumber, and rose from the bed in a hurry.<br/><br/>"Kais! Please.. help me!"<br/><br/>Without a moment to spare, Kais dematerialized and vanished from Isaiah's bedroom. His charge, Vincent, was in trouble.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.freepngimg.com%2Fthumb%2Fdecorative_line_black%2F2-2-decorative-line-black-free-png-image-thumb.png&amp;hash=283b34c6bec3d4884f8862249ed1364b" title="2-2-decorative-line-black-free-png-image-thumb.png">
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</div></div>Much to Isaiah's chagrin as he looked through the peephole, it<b> was</b>Dylan that stood on the other side of the door holding a bouquet of red roses in one hand and looking very apologetic.  He was quite adamant, and determined to speak to Isaiah, judging from the incessant rapping at his ex-boyfriend's front door. Sure, it wasn't a full dozen roses, but there was plenty of green filler and white lilies mixed in. It was the best he could do since all the florists hadn't opened shop yet, and he picked them up at the floral department in the Publix across town.<br/><i><br/>
"Isaiah. Please-just. Hear me out. I just want to apologize. I want to make it up to you for what happened. I'm sorry. I fucked up, and I....hurt you. Please forgive me."</i><br/><br/>He repeated his words over again, once the door opened and he could see Isaiah face to face.<br/><br/>The demon within him could see exceptionally well, having hijacked Dylan's body just to use it for the little trip to the hood. Bilquis was one of Satan's best warriors, and his job was to deliver a human to the horde.<br/><br/>Isaiah.<br/><br/>Kais' human.<br/><br/>Once Isaiah was taken, the others knew that Kais would follow the trail, and then he would be trapped. Only then, could they end him.<br/><br/>But first, they needed the bait for their trap.<br/><div style="text-align: center">​</div>