Thread: Light and Dark (Moonstruck Fox)

Tristan didn't understand his own mind and chewed on his bottom lip to keep from striking out at the other male. Sometimes what the demon said infuriated him but other times he wasn't too bad. The blond didn't understand how Sethreil could be someone he hated but also didn't mind being around. It didn't make sense which bothered him enough to make him get flustered sometimes. Of course, Sethreil took this to be a sign that Tristan was coming around to his attractiveness which made things even more difficult for him. Fine, you can think whatever you like, even if it's not the truth. Tristan said, wondering why what Sethreil said mattered so much to him. If he didn't care about him, then why was what he said or believed important to him? As long as what you ask for isn't sexual in nature, I will obey you. After all, you did save my life. He said with a sigh and reached up to scratch his forehead as Sethreil continued to speak. Shut up! Of course you can come into my head in order to tell me you're about to arrive! But nothing until that time! Tristan exploded, his cheeks on fire with embarrassment. The last thing he wanted to do was look like a fool in front of the demon before him. -x-x-x-x-x- Since Tristan's back was to the entrance, he didn't see the large and muscular man enter the room. So naturally, he didn't give the man any signals in response to his looks. Therefore, when the man came up to him, Tristan let his eyes linger on him for a moment and then nodded in greeting before he turned back to his drink and continued to wait for Crystal to return. He was surprised when the man told him the show was on and that he was to follow him. For a moment, he hesitated but then decided to listen since maybe he was talking about Crystal. When they came to the room, the man locked the door and then told him to strip down. Tristan let his blue eyes linger on the crowd of women there and felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of so many beautiful females. Could he pick and choose which one he wanted or was it going to be an orgy here? He quickly shed his clothes and stood there in his underwear as he waited for one of the women to do the same and fantasized about their bodies. That was when Erikson started to strip too and Tristan began to felt a bit uncomfortable. Wait, so it was the two of them and all these women together? Well, as long as he didn't end up being around Erikson too much, he supposed it was fine. But then, one of the women said she wanted to see Erikson fuck his mouth and his eyes widened. Tristan instantly made a dash for his clothes but one of the women had already grabbed them and had thrown them off in a corner. Um, Erikson... I think there's been a little mistake.... I thought I was coming here to be with some women, I'm not really into me- He started to say but his last word was cut off when Erikson backhanded him hard across the cheek. Tristan's head whipped to the side and he stumbled to the side, caught off balance from the force of the blow. ...?! Before he knew it, Erikson had ripped his underwear off, strung him up by his wrists in padded cuffs from the ceiling and then brought down a whip across his back a second later. Tristan cried out in surprise and pain although more of the former than the latter. That was when everything turned into chaos and Sethreil was there out of nowhere. Tristan's blue eyes widened as he saw the demon enter the fray with a scary look on his face. He cringed as the other male roared and then started to attack Erikson in a ferocious manner. For a few minutes, he couldn't move, restrained as he was but then the cuffs were released from the ceiling by one of the women who had the decency to try and help him before she fled the room. Tristan breathed heavily as he tried to catch his breath from the shock of being whipped and then looked up at Sethreil, who was still trying to punish the man who had hurt him earlier. He didn't move or say a single thing at first but then when the demon didn't stop, the blond quickly moved around in front of Erikson and wrapped his arms around the human. Erikson's back and front were covered in welts that had begun to bleed from the force Sethreil had used and Tristan didn't want things to go any further. ...! Tristan bit back a scream as Sethreil's whip landed on his back and drew blood to the surface of his skin which spilled out a second later. Of course, the lash hadn't been meant for him but for Erikson but Tristan had protected him with his own body instead. Stop it, Sethreil! Don't kill him, it's not his fault! He exclaimed to the demon. But it seemed as if Sethreil was too angry to hear or listen. He squeezed his eyes shut as the whip came down a second time. Could Sethreil's mind be gone from the anger he was feeling right now? Or would he be able to stop himself before the whip came down on Tristan again?