"You're playing games with the wrong guy, sweetheart. I'm a nice guy, I am, but remember, you're stuck with me. And I can turn the tables on you so fast it'll make your head spin." He purred, letting a little bit of his power come through in his tone. His voice was low and smooth, almost seductive. He knew how to play this game.
"ah but like with any other game, there are rules and loopholes and strategies. And you're right, I am stuck with you, but that gives me an advantage. You don't know how I play. You know nothing of my strategies or my gameplay. I on the other hand, know some of yours. The low voice for example and the eye contact. While both effective,eI've played the game of lamb and lion. So you’re going to have to change it up a bit, dearest one.”
"Oh will I? Honey, you seem to forget that I'm more than mortal. I'm inside your head, I can force you on your knees begging for it if I really wanted to." Being a demon contractor, he didn't have to be nice. He could permanently stick in Raz's head and make him like his puppet. He just chose to be nice. But maybe he should exercise a little of that power, just to show he could.
Raz's flashed with fear, his throat bobbed with nervousness. He realized for the first time that day that he didn't truely know who Jay was. Sure, they had talked about their personal lives and kissed a few times but Raz couldn't know for sure what Jay had told him was true. As he said, he could see into the mortal mind, maybe he had taken Raz's memory of abuse and twisted to fit his own to make it seen they were similar. Maybe Raz had fallen into the same trap he'd swore never to fall into again. "I-if you wanted to do that, you would have already," he said softly, trying to keep the fear from his voice. He dropped his gaze and focused on the notebook in his lap, waiting for the snap of someone else in his mind.
"Would I? I'm in this for the long run, who says I wouldn't change over time?" He lifted the other's chin up so he could look into his eyes. He wore a devilish smirk, his golden eyes glowing. "Don't be scared, I won't hurt you." The color flashed to a bright ruby red. "Well, unless you ask me to."
"for bettee or for worse?" He asked, breaths coming In short. He could see his vision go dark around the edges oh God please not again.. He was Jays, in everyway possible. He had his soul and in turn, His life.Raz didn't have to agree to anything Jay said, all he had to do was snap his fingers and he'd do as he commanded. "Please…no," he begged
He could be the shy quiet sweetheart that Raz had first met or he could be the powerful dominant demon that he saw now. "For better, my darling. Of course for better." His voice was strong, that same seductive purr that he heard before. "But just remember, you're under my control. I choose to play nice but I don't have to. You're mine, understand?"
Raz was trembling in his place. He had fallen again for the same person, only thing time he was a demon. He tried to fight the waved unconciousness but ultamatly failed "n-never..a-again" he whispered before blacking out against the couch
His power faded and his worry took over. He'd gone too far, fallen too far into it, now he'd never trust him again. He held Raz close, just caring for him in his unconsciousness.
Raz woke up a few hours later. He glanced up, feeling someone's arms around him. He wimpered softly and tried to pull away, not being able to form words
"Hey, it's alright, it's just me." His voice was soft, nervous, and caring. Completely different from earlier. "Please don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you."
"liar," he whispered, finally managing to pull away and curling up in the corner of the room. "What else could have I expected from a demon." He said, peeking over the edge of his arms to glare at Jay
That hurt. "Raz, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Please, you have to believe me." He could feel his heart breaking, he knew he'd gone too far but he didn't want to hurt him.
"no, you didn't scare me, you only made it very clear that you own me. You only brought back the worst moments of my life. Why should I believe anything you say?! I'm nothing to you except to act as a toy in your little game."
He felt his heart shatter, the pieces stabbing his chest like shards of glass. He wasn't completely sure how to answer. "You're not just a toy to me." He started, his voice quiet and tearful. "I really do care about you. I understand that you hate me now and if you want to go, I won't be upset. I won't bother you again, I'll let you forget about me and move on." He curled up on himself, fighting back his tears. He screwed up, of course he screwed up, he always screwed up.
"I-i can't forget." He gldnced up at the other "why would I leave now? You control me as you said. You can force me to come back." He stood shakily and curled up on the couch with his notebook and silently worked on the sketch
He shook his head. "I wouldn't do that. I'd feel too bad. I might not seem like it but I do have emotions. I do feel guilt and regret."
"right," he laughed humorlessly "you draw the line at forcing me to stay here but going down on my knees and begging for you is still okay." He shook his head and pulled his hood on, looking for comfort. "Are those hemotions of guilt and regret during or after your little power hype?"
He sighed softly. "What's the point. You'll never believe me." He buried his face in his knees. "I fucked up again. How do I always manage to screw it up?" He muttered to himself. He peeked up over his knees at him. "And just so you know, it was during. It's just…I'm so new to this, I don't know how to control it. Please, you have to believe me. Just give me some time, I'll get better."
He sighed softly, not looking up at Jay "time is all we have. I've seen the real you at the library and before." He blushed, remembering the kiss. "I Know you're good, but I also know you have that other side of you that craves power over others. I won't be the one to surprises either side."
"You really can't blame him, he's just doing his job." By him, he meant the other side. He hated what it did to him, how it made him treat people so he tried not associate with it. "But I swear, I'll get it under control. Just please…don't leave me."
Raz glanced up "there's no other person in you. Both sides are you. Instead of trying to control yourself, find a balance." He rested his head on his knees "I'm not like my ex. I'm not leaving you. But not if you do this again."
He smiled weakly. "I'll try my best. No promises that it'll completely work but I know that it'll get better."
Raz nodded, not knowing he should trust Jay or if it was another one of his false lies "Sure Jay," he said softly, turning his head to the other side to not look at him, still not having forgiven him for before
He knew getting the other to forgive him would take a lot of work but he just wasn't sure where to start. He fell silent, staring at the floor and thinking. He hadn't lied about anything. He did love and care about him but now he knew the other wouldn't believe him if he said it. He betrayed his trust and he'd only just met him, how had he screwed up so quickly?