<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Dylan hadn't gotten much chance to even try to defend himself, as fast as Isaiah had moved. He didn't care that he'd just pushed his boyfriend farther than he ever had before, he only care that he wounded, just as Isaiah aimed to do with his fists. He'd take that if it meant Isaiah would be miserable for the rest of the evening, especially if he tended to leave with the man he'd just used to show him up. <br/>
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Dylan didn't bother trying to intercept either of them. He knew better, laying where he was on the ground while Isaiah dressed in a haste. He could tell he was trying to tamp down his emotions, but he was having a hard time, the fury still settling just along the surface. <br/>
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“You're a sack of shit sometimes, you know that?” Isaiah spoke, looking back just before he stepped through the doorway. Kais dragged him the rest of the way out before Isaiah could do anything more. He'd given serious thought to doing more than ruining an expensive collection of alcohol. Arson came to mind actually, maybe to his expensive suits, but Kais was right. Better that they just leave. Dylan would be alone with his thoughts, and that would be good enough. <br/>
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Isaiah could feel his pulse pounding in his head as Kais spoke words to try and calm him. He didn't focus on exactly what the man was saying, but his voice and his presence soothed his frayed nerves. His expression was wiped free of emotion, on the verge of a mental breakdown, but refusing to succumb to any of it. He needed sleep, and he needed a spot to lay low for a while. <br/>
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Kais had lifted his hands, to kiss his knuckles. It seemed out of place after everything that had just happened, but it took the ache away, and he knew Kais had done something to mend the flesh and fine bones in his knuckles. He hadn't given Kais enough credit before. He thought he was full of shit, but Isaiah had gotten that all wrong. Kais was genuine, as authentic as they came. It just wasn't anything Isaiah was used to given the decorated company he was more accustomed to. He was better understanding of a man like Dylan. He could predict him better. He understood his motivations whereas Kais threw him for a loop. <br/>
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“Thank you,” Isaiah started. “I should have never come here tonight apparently. I started that. He just finished it.” A sour look came over his face, and he blamed himself for their interaction that night. He was feeling the need to lash out and be ugly to someone, and Dylan responded just as he usually did when Isaiah was in one of those moods. Only this time the presence of a third man was enough to throw everything out of balance, and what usually worked for the couple did not work for them that night. He imagined things would eventually got back to normal. Kais would return to whatever it was that he did, and Isaiah would go back to Dylan as he usually did. For now though, he didn't want to see the other man. For now, he'd go on and stop overthinking everything, and enjoy the spectacular being that was Kais for however long it lasted. He was starting to come to terms with the fact that Kais was otherworldly. <br/>
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Isaiah slid into his beat up little car, leaning over to unlock the door for Kais. He has an idea of where they were going to go. They were already on the decent side of town, and he wanted somewhere close by, to slide into bed and forget a good portion of the day. Preferably with Kais since it seemed like for now he was sticking around. <br/>
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The place Isaiah pulled up to was fenced and gated, but the young man had the keycode, and he pulled into up to a large multistory home. <br/>
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“The owner isn't home right now, and he wouldn't mind me dropping in,” Isaiah spoke as he parked his car, finding the spare key to let himself in the front door. The property belonged to one of his clients, an older man who liked the companionship of someone young and beautiful. He was a lonely older gentleman, but someone gentle and sweet. Isaiah liked him, just as he liked most of his clients. He doubted he would care that he borrowed his home while he was away on business. He would not have told him where the spare key was if he was overly concerned about it. First thing he did was flick on lights, illuminating the expensive and immaculate home that was so very different from his apartment. <br/>
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“No trashing this guys place, and that includes leaving his liquor cabinet intact,” Isaiah spoke cheekily, walking to the coffee table where a decanter of dark liquor sat. He poured himself a glass and took a long swallow before giving thought to what it was. Bourbon he decided, topping off the glass before heading upstairs, to one of the guest bedrooms. <br/>
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“Come lay with me, Kais.” He was exhausted but his mind was not settling enough to let him relax. He wouldn't mind the distraction or the company. <br/>
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“I'm sorry again,” Isaiah started, eyes sweeping the room he'd chosen. It was something simple, of contemporary design, and Isaiah had chosen this bedroom because it had no windows. He knew that whatever was out there likely could just open a portal, that's what Kais had said they did, but it still made him feel less uneasy. Like it would be more difficult for someone to watch him. <br/>
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“I thought I could make things better but I only think I made them worse,” Isaiah spoke, setting the crystal glass down on the night table before peeling off layers of clothing. He didn't sleep in clothing, and he'd be more comfortable in the nude. <br/>
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“I just really didn't want to be home after all that had happened. I like things to be secure, and it just didn't feel safe there,” Isaiah explained, and there hadn't been anything he could control in the situation besides removing himself. Keeping himself moving when things started to go down seemed a viable survival mechanism for him. Kais might have been a failed angel, fallen from the heavens, or whatever it was, but Isaiah wasn't used to putting his faith into anyone besides himself. <br/>
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“This has all been a bit overwhelming. I didn't want to deal with it right then. I didn't want to acknowledge any of it, or think about all the possibilities that would go along with it.” Isaiah took a seat on the edge of the bed, dragging Kais beneath the blankets with him. He believed all that Kais had said though, but it wasn't an easy thing to fully take in, and even so, he didn't have a full grasp of it. Kais had spoken fluidly, knowing what he was talking about, and Isaiah had barely registered his words. It was such a strange concept, considering the realist Isaiah had developed into over the years. This shouldn't have been possible, but Isaiah had seen proof of it.<br/>
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“What is any of it going to mean? Are more things going to come after you? You <i>were</i> pretty bad off when I found you,” Isaiah pressed, concerned as he settled in against Kais' side.</span></span>