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<span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">It was all part of the foreplay as far as Kais was concerned, down to the fluent Norweigian he had instantly acquired upon meeting his human vessel, <i>Torjei Halvorson, a</i> talented psychic medium that channeled him while living among the spectacular fjords of <i>Ålesund, </i>Norway. The body was very human, its physical structure meant for turning the heads of others and create desire in them. The soul that inhabited the body was very interested in connecting at a different level than just the bump and grind of their auras together. </span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b>"How much money do you have, יְשַׁעְיָהוּ?' </b>Kais replied with a show of sarcastic humor.<br/>
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When he pronounced Isaiah's name in Aramaic, it sounded like he said, <i>Yesha'yahu. </i>Which is how the name Isaiah was said in very old Hebrew. English took a concerted effort to process and produce, but Kais obliged him. <br/>
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<b>"Thank you, Isaiah, "</b> Kais whispered softly. <b>"This sofa suits me well for this purpose, I appreciate your hospitality." </b><br/>
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While Isaiah was busy patching Kais up, he spoke,"<b>You are correct, I have not answered you because I am not familiar with this city. I only remember that I was in a club having a drink at the bar. A man asked me for the time, and then I found myself staring at my watch, which I no longer have on me..-" </b>Kais looked at his wrist where a Rolex used to be.<br/>
</span></span><br/><i><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">It was now gone. Just like the bruises on his face that seemed to be slowly fading from Isaiah's sight. </span></span></i><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
The more Isaiah's hands made contact with his body, the better looking Kais became. Once distorted by disfiguring injuries, his vessel would appear young, but no less virile than any other male. Kais was average height for a Norwegian man. He was fairly tall, the muscles of his body were lean but well defined like the young Viking warrior that genetically he had descended from. His ash blonde hair was of medium length, with burnished eye brows set in a slight arch over cobalt blue eyes. They had a slight downward slant at their edges that was indicative of his vessel's Scandinavian heritage. His cheekbones were high on a rectangular face with a hint of squareness to his jawline that gave him a touch of softness.<br/>
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Kais' nose was straight with a medium- longish tip, the nostrils without a widening flare. It was centered on his fair complexioned face and just like the rest of him, was probably prone to sunburns that eventually would tan. His lips were all natural and moderately full. <br/>
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Currently Kais' cupid's bow lips were being lavished with Isaiah's soft wash cloth, as he replied,<b> "The next thing I know, I woke up bleeding and feeling as though I'd been stomped by an elephant in the alley, just as you found me." </b><br/>
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The deep tenor of his voice soon adopting the same serious tone that Isaiah's had. "<b>I just <i>say no to drugs,</i> and I don't have a dealer, <i>sunshine. </i>Do you think I'm high? Trust me, I wouldn't be here right now if not for-"</b> he started to say t<i>hat pompous, conceited ass wipe living in Hades,</i> but stopped short of saying it aloud.<br/>
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<b>"I should hope not. But you look like you could use a shower, yes?" </b>Kais abruptly changing the subject, obviously concerned for the man who worried far too much. He looked far better sight than his rescuer. <br/>
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The water he was using to bathe him had turned a shade of pink that reflected the state of his injuries when Isaiah started cleaning him up. Plus Isaiah's shirt and pants clearly said that Kais was hurt badly, yet the puncture wounds of the gravely injured male on the sofa didn't match the amount of blood present on his healing flesh, nor would they ever add up. At least not in a physical sense. He was quite grateful for the tenderness Isaiah was showing as he tried to fix his various boo-boos. <br/>
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<b>"My lips definitely hurt. Mm, yes."</b> his gaze lifting as did his hand in an attempt to search Isaiah's handsome features. <br/>
</span></span><br/><i><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Isaiah was a pleasant surprise, one that certainly caused Kais to wonder if he'd actually kiss him as asked.</span></span></i><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
When the softness of his mouth met Kais' lips, it was with whatever reserve he had left in him to resist the urge of thrusting his quickly engorged cock into whatever willing orifice Isaiah had. The static charge became a pleasurable buzz between Isaiah's lips and tongue and his own that spread through Kais, who was kindled with sexual energy the moment that their lips and tongues met and it made his pale skin appear like it was a pearl lit from within. Kais' fingers snaked into Isaiah's hair, his tongue dipping into the font of his mouth. Kais thought Isaiah tasted like a wild river, as refreshing the rain and the wind bathing him in crisp cold sea spray from the tempest that Isaiah was.<br/>
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Kais' hand slid through Isaiah's hair, and traveled down his spine to leave a gentle caress upon the curve where his backbone widened and flared into narrow hips. </span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><b><i>"Ja, </i>I am very happy now."</b> Kais responded with a delicate laving of his tongue over Isaiah's lower lip as their mouths parted. "I also believe you have been given your answer," he replied, gazing at him rather adoringly. <br/>
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<b>"Sexual healing is the best kind of healing there is, Isaiah." </b>the Grigori smiled, still tenderly rubbing the area of Isaiah's muscled arse that his hand laid claim to.</span></span>