Thread: Light and Dark (Moonstruck Fox)

Sethreil was correct, there was nothing Tristan could do about what he was being made to feel here but that didn't mean he had to like it. Despite the fact that the creature before him controlled his physical body and would be able to claim his soul when he passed he had no control over what he felt inside. He couldn't make Tristan like what was being done to him, although he could make him feel pleasure. That at least was something in Tristan's control and would be forever, regardless of what Sethreil did or didn't do in the future. What the hell?! Tristan exclaimed when he heard the demon's voice inside the bathroom and poked his head around the shower curtain to make sure the other male was there. After all, he could just be in his head and not physically there. No, Sethreil was there. Do you get some sort of sick pleasure watching me while I shower? He demanded, half-sarcastic and half-serious. This was taking things a bit too far and he didn't like it one single bit. But there wasn't much he could do to throw the demon out which was quite frustrating. It wasn't like he was in control here. Tristan blinked when Sethreil responded to the idea he had formed in his mind and his lips parted in astonishment at the realization that the demon could read his mind. Well, that sucked. How the hell was he going to escape if the other male knew what he was going to do before he had even decided on doing it? So I suppose there's no way to free myself of such a connection, right? There's absolutely zero percent chance of it happening? Not even a longshot? He growled and pursed his lips together. There was no chance of him ever escaping this demon unless either a miracle happened or he could get rid of this damned connection they had that bound them together. If that was true, he needed to know. He needed to know right now if there was a way to break it, however slim a chance it might be. Because if there wasn't any, he'd rather end his life now and have Sethreil take his soul to a place where the demon couldn't mess with anyone he actually cared about in this world. Yes, he was having depressive thoughts but he didn't like the idea of being under someone's control like this with no hope of getting out. At least as a spirit he'd have some form of control, even though he'd never return to life again. Men had pride after all and Tristan was no different, even a tiny bit was better than nothing at all. I'll never enjoy anything you do to me, I'll never like it and I'll certainly never beg you for more. Tristan growled. Although he had completely ignored the first part about feeling good. There was nothing he could about that if his body reacted to the stimulus. Regardless of whether he wanted it or not, his body would make him feel good, it was a simple instinctive reaction. The redhead gasped as he was suddenly hard and waves of pleasure flooded throughout his entire body out of nowhere. He gritted his teeth and tried to think about something else but it was extremely difficult to ignore what his body was telling him as Sethreil controlled it. Bastard... Tristan managed to get out and dropped to his knees, despite his intention to remain standing in the shower. He turned his head to the side to avoid the spray of water. That continued to rain down on him. And his blue eyes glared up at Sethreil. My body and soul might be yours but I will never be yours. Tristan corrected the demon with a faint smirk, even though he was in the most disadvantageous position at the moment. But he didn't care. One second later, he felt the tug on his body disappear and he could control it once more. Sethreil left a few seconds later after giving him some parting advice and Tristan got to his feet and drew the shower curtain closed again without a word in response. There was no way he was going to please the demon, Sethreil probably meant in a sexual manner, not by behaving and that was never going to happen. Not when he was alive. Well, not unless Sethreil forced him to do so, Tristan's body would move on its own if controlled. He finished up his shower and left the bathroom, dressed in a fresh set of clothes. The redhead grabbed the keys to his new car and headed out the door without a word, not sure where he was going to go but he definitely needed to be away from Sethreil. Then again, the demon was probably just going to end up following him, right? Tristan let out a sigh and let his forehead fall against the roof of the car. Something had to be done and there was only way to ensure that particular problem. One that was foolproof and something Sethreil wouldn't break easily. A deal, something that the two would swear on. He made a face. Sethriel. You can hear this, right? What do I have to do in order for you to leave me alone for an entire week? That means no spying in on my mind, no following me everywhere and you can't show yourself to me in the house unless I call for you. Tristan knew it was asking for a lot but if the price was acceptable, Tristan might seriously consider doing it.