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<br/>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Kais was reclining on Dylan's sofa leisurely thumbing through GQ, and privately lusting over the glossy images of masculine beauty within the magazine. In the span of two minutes, he'd caught up on all of the current fashion trends missed while he was locked away in God's heavenly purgatory. Apparently, he must of had some kind of revelatory moment when he opened his closet tonight because the clothing he'd chosen to wear was currently trending. Even if his designer threads weren't already in season, it didn't really matter since he spent more time with his clothes off than he did with them on.<br/>
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Turning to page 8, Kais seemed to deliberate over the fragrance notes of an advertisement for<i> Acqua di Parma Colonia</i>, while taking a whiff of the sample from the magazine insert. Blissfully unaware of the discussion transpiring outside in the hallway, Kais fully expected Dylan to apologize to Isaiah for his crass behavior tonight, and Isaiah to forgive and forget. The other alternative to consider was that Isaiah might choose to completely dismiss Dylan's blatant disrespect, and submit to his whims. Only Isaiah had the free will to choose the outcome of tonight's activities.<br/>
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Kais' expectations differed from what actually happened though. Instead of forcing Dylan to admit he was wrong and apologize to Isaiah, the pair had returned after a five minute discussion outside the apartment door and then approached him. As the apartment door closed behind them it was clear that they had come to a consensus together. Their approach caught his sparkling gaze, which lifted from the interesting essence in the magazine. His nose was still clinging to exotic notes of Italian citrus fruits and spicy cardamom, as Kais' burnished golden brows furrowed suspiciously.<br/>
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<b>"We? Can what, <i>kjæreste</i>?"</b> Kais strange lilt posed a question, which was directed toward a weary looking Isaiah.<br/>
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Kais' intense stare alternated between the two men as they carried on their cryptic conversation, then focused only upon Dylan who remained standing while he was reading the magazine. Isaiah moved towards the kitchen, hearing the water to the sink running he assumed either to wash his dirty hands or to get a drink of water in which to hydrate himself. Only when the human returned and settled down beside him rather amorously, did Kais realize the answer to the question. It easier to gain knowledge quickly through telepathic means, but it also robbed the humans of making the choice to be honest and forthcoming with him.<br/>
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It was Kais' preference to use the powers indwelling within him only as a last resort.<br/>
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If Isaiah was looking at Kais' face, he might have noticed a hint of surprise and perhaps some slight disappointment over the outcome that made the dimple in his cheek and his beatific smile fade from sight. He sensed that Isaiah wasn't really wanting to do this, that he was doing it to appease Dylan who made it clear from the start that he was the one calling the shots. The magazine which had held his attention during Isaiah and Dylan's meeting in the hall, was slid free of his grasp by a newly seductive and alluring Isaiah.<br/>
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<b>"Do you really think it will Isaiah, or are you saying this for Dylan's benefit?" </b>he asked Isaiah point-blank, poker face on because he didn't appear very convinced by the act.<br/>
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Then again, Isaiah was hard to resist. Especially when his singular answer to his question was to drop the magazine on the floor and crawl up on his lap to straddle him. Kais admired the way his thighs and ass bulged under the denim jeans he wore, as he slid both hands along his outer thighs. Suddenly aroused by all things Isaiah, everyone and everything else seemed to become insignificant in comparison. Bringing himself closer to kiss him, Isaiah draped his arms over his shoulders and Kais allowed his hands to grip his ass in order to press his hips against him tighter still. Isaiah's glutes were solid and firm under his hands, and Kais liked the thought that only he knew his ass had that gratifying jiggle when it was bouncing off his dick.<br/>
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Or the way Isaiah's naked body shuddered when Kais devoured his cock earlier. He wanted to make him do that again, and again.<br/>
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The lack of privacy didn't limit his ability to continue, because Kais seriously ran out of fucks to give. Isaiah's had, whether on purpose or not, brushed against his crotch in a few small movements. Their eyes met and his mouth pulled up into a predatory grin. Perhaps Isaiah recognized the signal that Kais was patiently making a list of the things he wanted to do to him once he ripped his clothes off. His own grin signaled that he'd be more than compliant and willing. <i>Oh, fuck yes</i>. Kais slanted his lips over Isaiah's and fed his tongue into his mouth. Kais couldn't care less that they'd stopped moving, as long as Isaiah kept kissing him.<br/>
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Then a male voice cut through the pleasure he was feeling, and was ready to unleash.<br/>
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<i>"The bedroom would be better," Dylan informed Isaiah and Kais, who had their tongues down each other's throats.</i><br/>
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<b>"Eh. bedrooms are overrated,<i> jævla dritt. </i>Learn to be spontaneous, not <i>kjedelig som faen, ja?" </i></b>Kais uttered after he came up for air, in a sexy tone of voice that didn't give away any of his nasty sentiments towards Dylan.<br/>
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It appeared that whenever Dylan snapped his fingers, Isaiah would follow orders like an obedient little puppy. He quickly turned off the heat from the kissing, jumping up to obey Dylan's beck and call, and it was becoming irritating as fuck. Kais wasn't the sort to turn off his ardor and flick it off when it suited someone else. Nor was he there as entertainment, or to have conversations take place around him without being addressed like he wasn't there. If that was what they wanted him to do, then he'd take his leave. Isaiah's hand tugged on his, pulling him in the direction of the bedroom even as the anger that seethed within him flared behind his ultraviolet gaze.<br/>
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It wasn't as though Kais didn't find him attractive. Dylan had an appealing quality, one that attracted those with low self worth and thought having someone as good looking as Dylan meant their popularity rating would shoot up because they were with him. If not for the fact that he crushed the person's confidence and spirit along with inflating his ego, he would have been a perfect specimen. What others saw as an attractive trait, was what was instantly repelling Kais. As he watched Isaiah interact with Dylan, it consisted of mostly catering to his needs, something he felt should be earned with equal impunity, not merely surrendered. His anger simmered the longer he stayed in Dylan's presence.<br/>
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He desperately desired Isaiah, but he was going to lose his temper with all of the one sided pandering. Kais thought about dematerializing in front of them, and that thought was nixed as Isaiah turned to him, guiding him to the bedroom that was so carefully prepared by Dylan. Glancing around at his sensual boudoir, he wouldn't have been surprised in the slightest if there was a hidden camera tucked away among the shelves secretly videotaping the entire encounter without anyone's knowledge besides the male with his pants lowered to his ankles. Focusing his gaze upon Isaiah, his insanely warm fingers had slipped under the hem of Kais' shirt and began lightly caressing his stomach, dipping past the waistband of his designer slacks.<br/>
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Kais shifted a little, rubbing his hardness against the hand that snaked inside, releasing a low moan. Isaiah's fingers dipped just a fraction lower, as Kais lowered his head to get at Isaiah's lips. Maybe if he could concentrate it wouldn't be such a problem, but no sooner than things began heating up and clothes started coming off, Kais felt Dylan's hand stroke possessively down his backbone to the curve of his ass. Kais bristled from the tone Dylan's voice took when asking his boyfriend about Kais', as if he wasn't able to hear him or speak on his own behalf. When his darling Isaiah used the conversation to stick another dagger into Dylan, he'd reached his limit.<br/>
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<b>"Talk, talk talk talk. Shut the fuck up now. My dick has become soft because you two argue instead of fuck. This foreplay has lost its...punch."</b> Kais growled, his anger a soft glow of heat in his eyes, as he pushed away from Isaiah, taking the fistful of Dylan's open shirt with him as he rose. It made a terrific ripping noise as it left the man's body in a hurry.<br/>
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<b>"I am here, talk to me the way you talk to him, go on.<i> Do it. I dare you</i>." </b>Kais challenged him speaking into his mind, as he touched a shocked Dylan boldly, his hand working his loose clothing off .<br/>
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Kais was now naked, unashamed of his unaltered form and reached up to grasp Dylan's face firmly enough that it might be uncomfortable for a moment. It would definitely snap him into shape, and Kais didn't give a fuck if he was hurting him or not. Before Dylan could get a word in, Kais pulled him into one of those indescribable kisses, a sort of open-mouth peck that straddled the line between sweet and scorching. Full lips teased his open with only occasional licks of his tongue, while Kais hand framed his face, holding him in place for the ongoing torment.<br/>
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He fed from his lips, and at the same time tapped some of the strength from the arrogant, selfish prick of a human that kept interfering in his affairs. It wasn't all bad for Dylan. The other thing that he did was invade his mind, and turn him on with a mirage of sexual images that not only seemed quite real but would be accepted as his new reality. His transformation wouldn't be instantaneous, but would gradually sink in and settle into his neurons without the chance of being rejected.<br/>
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<b>"Doesn't that feel good, Dylan? It would feel better if<i> you</i> were between my legs, so you could suck my magic cock. Now get your ass over here." </b>he suggested, a bit forcefully.<br/>
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Dylan could have and should have apologized for being an insufferable asshole, but his pride and inflated ego prevented him from doing so. Kais simply removed that obstacle from preventing him from doing so in the future. The images were meant to arouse him and that much would be evident as he turned to Isaiah and glanced back over his shoulder to look at him. Turning to embrace Isaiah, it took serious mental effort for him to remember that his body was supposed to appear in a solid state. In taking energy, he had to give some of his own.<br/>
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With his body sandwiched between Isaiah's and a more subdued Dylan, Kais would regain his strength. Of course, it was Isaiah that received the order to suck him off and Dylan was pushing his gag reflex to the edge. But as the night proceeded on, the players were going to be shifting positions. Because if Dylan failed to comply, the images in his mind would change to nightmares of epic proportions that would only grow worse over time. When and if they did, he'd pray to the God that made him to make them vanish, or lose his mind.</span></span><br/>