The city was always full of noises. Especially for a blind man. Maybe San Francisco wasn't the best place to live, but he was here, and that was it. Obviously Trystan didn't have a car, nor did he have a bike. He could ride the latter just fine, but he didn't like the speed without seeing where he was pedaling. So he walked everywhere.

Short orange hair rustled in the winds whipping down the street. Trystan wore his favorite jeans; the ones that were frayed at the bottom and had the hole in the knee. His green t-shirt featured some band quote he couldn't read and the bright purple sleeves underneath it clashed horribly. The man's fashion sense earned him strange stares, but again, he couldn't see his clothes. He bought and wore what fit. That was good enough for Trystan.

He scratched at the stubble on his jaw as the sounds turned into bells, barking dogs and venders shouting in a gibbering language. Trystan had wandered into China Town.

It's not always easy fighting off boredom when you were nearly omnipotent. Veylic yawned behind a set of gold tipped fingers before using them to pick off another plump grape from the bushel beside him and slowly set it between his lips and into his waiting mouth. As he lay upon an ornately designed lounge, he gazed through a strange instrument that spun before him, revealing visions of lands both familiar and exotic to him. Different worlds and planes, different times and dimensions all reflected back to him from the strange orb. In some he was worshipped and in others he was forgotten, some spoke his name in praise or in fear, and in others he was not even a thought.

Holding out his hand, he bade the orb to stop, and its image lingered upon a place of science and ignorance. His lush dark lips curved into a smile and he was shown more of this strange, godless world. Rising from his seat he drew closer, and his eyes twinkled brilliant and gold as he reached out to take hold of the filthy blue planet. Here would be where he would fine his new plaything, his new entertainment, his new… victim.

The wind suddenly changed. Now it blew at his back rather than his face. Trystan felt a chill run up his spine, like someone was watching him. He wished he could see other people's faces then. Did they feel it too? Some kind of doom carried by the wind. Lots of people thought being blind made Trystan paranoid. He would argue that statement, but there were times when he thought it might be true. Shrugging the feeling off, he started to walk again.

He heard chickens clucking and the thwack of a cleaver. At least he didn't have to watch things be killed. A group of children ran by him nearly causing him to trip. Trystan felt at least six of them bump into his legs. Soon the noises were too much to handle so he ducked inside a shop. Some kind of string music was playing and he could smell incense. The shop keeper greeted him. Trystan just nodded and started fingering the little figurines on the shelves.

With the entire world to choose from, it was a blind young man that he'd come to watch and allow his interest to be peeked by. Though really, to say that he had chosen this one person out of so many others would be all too flattering, since it really could have been anyone, from someone down the street or to one half-way across the world.

Veylic smiled, his fangs pressing against his lower lip as he drifted like a ghost, moving around Trystan and inspecting the man. Drawing in close to breath in the other's scent and allowing a low purr to climb up from his throat in appreciation. And though he went unseen, he radiated a heat that was entirely un-ghost-like.

Trystan heard the purr. The sound startled him causing his shoulders to flinch. He could feel the heat coming from behind him, sensing the other body there. "Sorry, am I in the way?" he asked. Trystan thought there might be someone trying to get around him and that the purr was some utter of annoyance. However, when he swept his arm out, there was nothing for him to feel. He took a step off to the side, then forward and shuffled back. Trystan looked like he was trying to dance. "Is someone there? I'm sorry. I can't see."

"I know," Veylic rumbled, his voice smooth and rich. Some likened it to dark chocolate… being spread over a lover's body. "Which is what will make this game so interesting." The sensation of a hand came out and brushed along Trystan's cheek and jaw, caressing and then departing. "Mn, a little rough, but I can deal with that," and he laughed softly.

"Game? What game? Who are you?" Trystan took a nervous step back only to bump into the shelf. The figurines rattled loudly. "Oh shit!" He put his hands out hoping nothing had fallen or broken. "Look, buddy, you're making me really uncomfortable. Find someone else to dick around with."

"Sir?" the shopkeeper piped. "Who you talking to? Nobody there. You feel okay?"

His body stiffened. No one was there? But he heard...

Veylic's dulcet tones rippled in deep laughter, and it seemed that hands moved down along Trystan's sides and rested upon his narrow hips as though to steady him. Soft, warm breath puffed into Trystan's ear as the creature spoke to him. "You're not going crazy," he purred, his heated lips scoring a touch to the man's ear lobe, "but it's going to look like otherwise to those around you." Those hands then moved back upward, but seemed to negate the fact that there should have been clothing between them and Trystan's skin; feeling as firm and as open as a lover's caress, climbing up along the young man's torso, and then suddenly gone. Faded away like a wind having died down, even the touch of lips against Trystan's ear had vanished.

Trystan's stumbling feet became steady with the help from the invisible stranger. Only this time, Trystan wasn't the only one who couldn't see them. His shoulder hunched when the hot breath met his ear. Those words provided a kind of comfort and dread all at the same time. He was stiff as the voice spoke, afraid to move. The blind man was disoriented now. When those hands seemed to move over his skin, however, Trystan's body melted. Only his parents and doctors had ever touched his bare body before. So now, feeling something akin to that of a lover, Trystan couldn't help but fall in.

But just as he was getting into it, the sensation was gone. The blind man knew he was alone now. He couldn't feel a presence or anything. Trystan shook his head and decided the incense was playing tricks on him. He moved forward to find the door, but not without bumping into the window first. "Come back soon!" the shopkeeper chimed. Trystan reached into his back pocket and retrieved his collapsible cane. Without a clear head he would need it to walk. Subtle tapping and shuffling feet eventually led him home.

Veylic licked his lips as he stood over the orb and grinned, feeling a thrill of delight move along his spine. That had been ever so much fun, and he'd rather enjoyed the reaction he'd received. He trailed his long tongue along a finger, purring as he swore he could taste the man's skin and energy upon them still. It had been too tempting to do more, right then and there, giving the young man quite a work out and the shopkeeper quite the show. His golden eyes flashed with wickedness, and he trailed his hands along the image of Trystan as the young man entered his home. Perhaps that would come a little later... but for now, he wanted to enjoy the man all to himself.

Trystan entered the first door to his specially designed townhouse. Before entering the actual home, there was a covered walk-in where one could find a table and chair. He closed the first door and walked to the second which led into the house. The place was taller than it was wide. Downstairs was the kitchen and living room divided only by a bar counter. There was a couch, a coffee table and a television. This is where he ate and listened to his favorite shows. A narrow winding staircase lead up to the second level where there was a queen size bed and a dresser. A door on the far side gave entrance to the bathroom which was only a shower, sink and toilet. The place was obviously small, but it was home.

Trystan hit the button on the front of a hanging clock. "The time is 3:46PM," an electronic voice told him. Wednesdays were his day off so Trystan didn't have to worry about being in at work today. He wandered into the kitchen and rummaged around in the fridge door for the soda cans. He wondered briefly if the stranger had somehow followed him home.

In a way, Veylic had indeed followed the man home, and into it. He looked about the space, noting how tiny it was and yet how it no doubt suited Trystan just fine. So different from the vaulted palaces and citadels he usually occupied, lacking the opulence and decadence of his usual haunts. He would patiently watch Trystan, keeping a careful distance and his presence secret. Half the fun was just in watching and stalking the prey.

Trystan couldn't feel anybody else in the house. He heard no voices. He smelled no scents. His hand came out only to find empty air and he actually sighed in relief. "Creepy Chinese voodoo store," he mumbled to himself. Yeah, that must have been it. The store got to his head. He went to stand behind the couch and braced against the furniture while kicking off his shoes. It was much easier to walk barefoot when he could feel the textures of the ground. Upon sitting down he opened the soda, found the remote, and turned on the television. Trystan recognized Seinfeld's voice and smiled. He liked this show.

"So then am I some creepy Chinese voodoo curse?" That warm breath was in Trystan's ear again, and a finger seemed to be trailing down along the centre of the man's chest and stomach slowly, and then moving upward again just before reaching the navel. Those fingers caught Trystan's chin, and a thumb moved slowly along his lower lip, back and forth, warm and soft.

Trystan gasped. "What the?" He jumped away, arm knocking the soda can over on the table. He heard it fizzing and the can rolling away. "Crap! Okay... okay... Spill..." The young man got up, seeming to have forgotten about Veylic. Trystan hated messes since he could never see how big or bad they were. Luckily he kept the paper towels right on the counter. Back in the living room he got down on his knees and started laying the white sheets over the spill. "Look what you made me do," he said with eyes glancing upward.

Yet there was no longer any spill to clean up, as Veylic had taken care of it moments before Trystan returned. Not being fond of messes that did not involve a clean up utilizing one's tongue and another's body. He sat there upon the couch, smirking as he looked at Trystan upon the floor. "And look how I took care of it," though of course "look" may not be the right term, it was used simply in point. "Though having you down on your knees was worth it."

"You what?" Trystan felt the surface of the table to find it completely dry. Even the empty can had been set upright. He frowned. "Down on my knees...?" Suddenly he was up trying to back away but collided with the pale plaster wall. "Who are you? No... I don't wanna know. Just get out," he ordered while staring angrily at the spot where he heard the voice come from. "I'll call the cops, I swear."

Veylic laughed and shifted again, coming right alongside Trystan. He'd finally made an actual appearance, and the warmth radiated off his bronzed skin like tendrils that sought to reach out and draw in the nearest living thing, tantalizing them in the way that pheromones often worked. He'd moved in close to Trystan, and casually began to sneak a hand up the young man's shirt layers. "You could do that, but I don't think they'd believe you."

Deafening alarms went off in the scruffy orange head. Danger! Danger!

"Hey! Whoa!" Trystan forced both hands out and was shocked to actually shove at a body this time. "Y-You /are/ real! But the shop guy said you weren't really there." Even though he knew he shouldn't, Trystan reached up a curious hand. Fingertips made clumsy contact with a sharp chin. He flinched slightly at how warm the skin was. It didn't burn, but he knew that wasn't normal. Then Trystan's fingers moved over Veylic's neck and to his shoulder. "You're definitely there. Why couldn't that man see you?"

"Because I didn't want to be seen at that time," Veylic purred, quite amused by all this. His golden eyes danced as they took in the shorter man before him, and he withdrew his hand in order to take hold of both Trystan's wrists and move them from his shoulders up to the spiraled horns adorning either side of his head. They felt like how any real horn should, and just as warm and alive as the rest of him, making it very hard to seem like they were some prop-shop fakes.

Trystan's face fell into a sort of stupid amazement. The horns certainly did feel real. They were rough like a goat's. He knew because he'd been to petting zoos as a child. Trystan could also sense the smugness in the air around this man. He did not like that. Veylic's horns were grabbed in tight fists and Trystan yanked his head downward. "Just because I'm blind doesn't make it funny to play tricks on me," he growled, though his eyes were staring too far to the right.

There was a low growl from Veylic at that action, as he did not much like being caught off guard or forced. He bore his teeth momentarily, sharp canines flashing bright and vivid, even though Trystan could of course not see them. Yet he got over it quickly and grinned, "I find it quite amusing actually, and that was the point of it." He leaned forward and his long tongue came out to lick across the man's lips, certain that the action would get the other to let go out of the sheer audacity of it.

He felt the wet muscle slick over his mouth. Grey-blue eyes went wide as he lurched backward. "What the hell?" He used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. "That's disgusting! You're such a freak!" Trystan cut back in front of the television and scrambled up the stairs. He tripped a few good times, but quickly made it to his room. The door was slammed shut and locked in hopes of keeping the dark stranger out. Trystan then fumbled for the phone, feeling the brail on the buttons for 911.

Well, Trystan had certainly let go, though his reaction was a touch more extreme than he'd expected. Though that made it all more enjoyable perhaps, for not having been predictable. He laughed softly and turned himself into a wisp of smoke, which easily and lazily drifted up the winding stairs and under the door to Trystan's room. He kept his ears open, wondering just how the man was going to explain him to the world's authorities... Veylic slowly curled his way around Trystan's ankle, feeling like little more than a stay bit of fluff or thread right then.

Trystan scratched the ankle with the opposite foot while the phone rang.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"There's somebody in my house!"

"Sir, please calm down. What is your name?"

"Trystan Faull. Please, you've got to send someone. I think he's some kind of sex freak! I'm blind so I can't see where he is. I've locked myself in my room, but I don't want to go check to see if he's still here. Just get the police over here!"

"All right, Trystan. I've got your address here on the screen. I'm going to advise you to stay in your room until the police can arrive, but it may take about twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes? He's in my house right now!"

"Sir, please calm down. Sir?"

There was no answer. Trystan ended the call and threw the phone onto the floor. He rubbed his arms nervously. "Stupid cops..." He went into the bathroom, closed the door and then sat in the square glass shower. Trying to hide.

"Seems I've made quite an impression," Veylic's voice rumbled, sounding amused rather than anything resembling apologetic or rueful. "I forget how frail some human hearts are at times. Which is funny really." The smoke began to grow and brush warmly along Trystan's skin, moving under the man's clothes. "Because when it comes to strength of the heart, humans are among the most valiant and noteworthy." He caressed Trystan in this strange form, feeling like warmed silk, but light and ghostly as a breeze. Further upward he went, until it seemed that wherever Trystan's clothes covered him, his sensual touch was to be found.

The young man whimpered to himself. Trystan didn't want to enjoy the soft warmth enveloping his body, but it was so comforting at the same time. He brought his knees to his chest and hugged them close. Would he be this vulnerable if he could see? For the first time in his life, Trystan felt truly weak. This creature could get to him no matter where he ran or hid. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked. Trystan's voice wasn't really afraid, but rather empty and almost accepting.

"Well let's see now... what was it that you called me a moment ago... a sex freak?" That smoke came up along Trystan's chest, and tendrils came to move about his nipples, swirling firmly about as if they were caught up in little tornadoes. "I've been called worse, but that certainly is apt."

Trystan rubbed his chest roughly in an attempt to diminish the sensation. "Don't... There's got to be somebody else. Is it punishment? I've always tried to be a good person. There's must be another person out there who deserves this more than me."

There came a deep sigh and suddenly the smoke was drifting away and a moment later it formed into the figure of Veylic, crouched there in the shower stall, looming over Trystan as he set his hands upon the wall over the man's head and looked down at him. "Why does everyone ask why? There was no reason, no method. It simply was. And you were chosen. Not because of what you did or will do. If you need a reason, then perhaps it is because you are alive and warm, and I am pleased by your appearance and by your reactions thus far, so I was glad of that choice."

Trystan could be blunt as well. "Sex is supposed to be special. That's what humans are taught. We learn to cherish our bodies and to only give them up to people we love and trust. Humans don't like to have their bodies taken advantage of. If someone came up and killed you, wouldn't you want to know why? It's the same thing. You're going to violate my body. It's natural for me to want a reason." Murky blue eyes looked up, actually locking with pure gold orbs. "So at least admit it's because you're a rotten bastard who likes raping people."

"I am a rotten bastard who likes raping people," Veylic intoned without much care. "Well, actually I like seducing them more. Or riling them up until they beg me to give them that sweet release. And as I have seen it, you humans tend to like indulging for the sake of indulging. Having sex wantonly because it grants you some form of perceived freedom. It's actually what draws a creature like me to your kind; that ability to be driven by nothing but lust and the next wonderful feeling."

"Well, sorry if I'm one of those people who planned on saving himself for a wife or a husband. But I guess that makes it all the sweeter for you, huh? You get to have a virgin. Congratulations."

"I've had plenty of virgins in my time, not that I ever tire of them, and will likely have plenty more... you included." He sounded quite sure of himself, and leaned down to brush his lips against Trystan's temple. As he did so, he sent forth a touch of power to flow out from where he made his almost searing contact and race along the young man's nerves, like short bursts of pleasure. "You really don't seem to grasp just who you're dealing with here..."

Trystan shivered and his nails gripped the denim of his jeans. "Sorry, but it's kind of hard when I can't see. I think you want me to believe you're a powerful being. How do I know you aren't some weirdo who's good at making costumes and using smoke machines? Maybe you love Halloween too much, huh? You like playing tricks for a treat. As far as I know, that's who I'm dealing with."

"Ah, so you want a display of power do you?" Veylic laughed softly, and was actually quite delighted, as he never could turn down an excuse to show off. Call it a failing in being omnipotent. The shower stall suddenly vanished and there came the sounds of gulls and wind and ocean waves lapping at a shore. The sun was warm as it blazed down upon the pair, who were now to be found stretched out on lounge chairs on the beach, each possessing a cold drink in hand. "Hm, perhaps not my best work, but it should drive the point home a little further."

Trystan sat up. His senses were assaulted with sounds and smells he had never experienced before. "Is that the ocean?" he asked in a breath. Salt burned his nostrils and his tongue could even taste it. Setting the drink aside, he reached down and cupped the sand in his hands only to feel the granules escape through his fingers. "I've never been to the beach. My parents were afraid I would get lost or drown." Trystan stood up and made his way down to the water. Waves met his feet sooner than he expected, causing him to jump back in surprise. Then he wandered forward with more caution until he was ankle deep in the water.

"The ocean and a private beach upon which to enjoy it," Veylic replied, breathing in deep of the salty air as well. There was a hint of floral perfume to it, as beyond the beach stretched a jungle filled with exotic flowers of all sorts. He briefly wondered if he should let Trystan know that it was also a private island, but deemed the information unnecessary for now. "Well you're all ready for a swim if you'd like... do you know how?" He'd changed the man's attire as well, into that of just a pair of swim trunks, which he admitted was partially for the benefit of letting him admire Trystan's body, and commended himself for behaving and not having clothed Trystan in something a little more... snug.

Trystan kicked at the water. "Private, huh? At least I won't embarrass myself now." His head turned toward Veylic at the mention of swimming, but his eyes were on the ground. "Swim? No, a bathtub is the only body of water I was ever in. I just imagine myself flailing around in the water. Without my feet on the ground, I have no clue what to do."

The sounds of the waves became accompanied by the noise of someone coming through them and Veylic soon stood next to Trystan. "I think that for you, the only thing to be worried about is going out too far and wearing yourself out. Which I wouldn't allow in any case, so," the smirk was clear in his voice and he slipped a hand down to take Trystan's own, gently pulling the young man further into the water, "why don't we start your lessons?"

Where most other people might have fought against being dragged out into the ocean, Trystan went along quite eagerly. He had always wanted to learn how to swim and thought he might really enjoy it. To Trystan, the water offered more freedom than a city street. Once they got to be about waist deep, he tugged on Veylic's hand with a slight frown. "How come it's so hard to walk? I thought water was supposed to be smooth and easy to move through."

Veylic paused a moment and looked back to Trystan, briefly confused by this question. Realization soon came to him however and a smile spread along his lips as he realized that the only experience this man may have ever had with being in water was limited to showers, baths, and heavy rainfalls.

"It's of a different substance than air, so you must move through it differently as well. Once you've learned how, you'll see just how easy it can be." He placed a hand upon Trystan's bare chest and trickled his fingers downward, considering how he might help the man with such an ordeal. It would be so easy for him to transform the other into something that interacted with the water on a natural level, and even to make the change a pleasurable experience. However, that might put his current efforts to waste and frighten the man, and it was currently rather delightful and amusing in how well Trystan had taken to the sudden change in scenery.

Trystan shrunk back a little when he felt the hand upon his chest. He would have moved away completely if he wasn't so dependent on Veylic out here in the water. He needed to continue holding that hand or else he feared he would get lost in the wet expanse that, as he understood, stretched as far as the eye could see. Soft wet sand seeped up around his feet while gentle waves broke against his side. There were so many new sounds and smells. Trystan had dozens of questions about the ocean, but he didn't think Veylic had the patience for them. Then his head twitched upward. "Hey, if I go under the water, you'll still be here when I come back up, right?"

Veylic smirked at the question, which in his mind was rather bold. Many of his followers would no doubt consider it blasphemy even. "There's a good chance I will be," he replied, somewhat cryptically as in all honesty, he could just as easily take his leave the moment the other... turned his sights elsewhere, so to speak. All according to whatever whim he chose to follow then.

"You said you wouldn't let me drown," Trystan said firmly. "If you leave, I don't know where the shore is, and I could get lost and drown out here. So unless you're a necrophile, you should probably make sure I stay alive."

"I don't have to be here to make sure of that," he replied with a little laugh, "but I suppose for your peace of mind, and because you continue to interest me, I will linger and watch over you closely." His warm, wet hand then caught Trystan's chin and he leaned in close. "However," he had come in very close, and his nose lightly and teasingly brushed against the human's own, "maybe you could offer me a touch of incentive, and reveal to me why it may be in my best interest to keep you alive and healthy, since well... death is but a doorway, and I've been known to poke around in it."

"That's gross if you mean what I think you mean." Trystan looked nervous. "Incentive? Well... I guess I could try, but I probably won't be any good." He reached up, brushing his fingers over Veylic's lips. He brought his hand to his own mouth and then back to Veylic's. With the distance and position know gauged, the young man ventured to press his lips to a dark warm mouth.

"Take it however you want," the creature purred, "your concepts of death in this plane are so small, I doubt you could find the wonder in it without experiencing such for yourself, and well... I don't think I'd want that for you, truthfully." Veylic allowed Trystan to take his time and go through the motions that would make this "less painful." Yet when those lips came to touch his own, he seized control again and would show Trystan how to truly embrace another. His mouth worked with great skill and passion, and his power seemed to sizzle from his lips and tongue, and flow down through Trystan's every nerve.

Trystan made a startled noise when he was seized like that. He felt completely overpowered and literally weak in the knees. His hands grabbed Veylic's shoulders. Even his body trembled slightly. Was this how kissing was supposed to feel, or was this just the demon's power? While Trystan was a little afraid, he was also slightly excited. There was a sort of danger that hung in the air and it made his heart race.

Veylic's hands settled around Trystan, keeping the man close to his hot body. He seemed to feed off Trystan and had his tongue explore every nuance, nook, and cranny of the human's mouth. A low purr rumbled up from his throat as he savoured the man's flavour and potential. It may be cruel and sadistic, but Veylic wanted Trystan to remember this embrace for the rest of his natural life and know with perfect clarity that he would never again find an experience quite like this... and to think, this was only a kiss.

Trystan's head was spinning. If he didn't know better, the young man was sure he could see colors in that moment. All the strength and raw power was almost too much for him to handle. Veylic's body was hot feeling, like he could burn Trystan if he wanted to. Finally he had to force himself away, gasping loudly.

Veylic smiled and allowed the man to part from him, knowing that air was important. Though even as Trystan gasped, he couldn't resist keeping his face close and nuzzling the other, even stealing a little lick or two from those moist and bruised lips. "Not bad was it?" he asked in a low, rumbling voice.

"I... I dunno..." Trystan swallowed wetly. His heart pounded wildly in his chest. "D-Do you kiss everybody like that?"

"Maybe," Veylic replied, and let his fingers trickle up along Trystan's spine as if he were following the keys of a piano when trailing over each little bump. When reaching the end, his hand rested at the nape of Trystan's neck, pulling the other in a little more, his warm breath becoming Trystan's next as it ghosted against his face. "Though I could certainly kiss you like that each time."

Trystan tried to turn his face down. He could feel his cheeks getting hot, but he didn't know if it was Veylic's breath or a blush. He hoped it was not the latter. "You're really touchy-feely for a guy who can see. Usually just looking is enough for people. Why do you always have your hands on me?"

"It's my way," Veylic purred, and began to run his hands along Trystan's form, much like in the manner that he'd done while Trystan was in the shop, but far more substantial and leisurely. "It's one thing to look, it's quite another to enjoy with all the senses... feeling, smelling, tasting, listening. Surely someone like you, who is without one sense, can appreciate what it is to want to utilize the others to their fullest."

"Well, yeah... You're one of the few people who understand that. I'm glad you do though." Trystan's hands came up cautiously. His fingers ghosted over the dark flesh, but not quite touching. Was he allowed to? Trystan didn't want to, but this Demon God was pulling him in closer and closer.

Veylic let out a loud purr, so much like a large cat. He moved in to whisper into Trystan's ear, and gently nipped at the man's lobe as he did so. "It's all right, touch as much as you want. See me, and remember me."

"The gods lived up on Mount Olympus because humans weren't allowed to touch them or see them. Now... Here's one who wants nothing else but to touch me and have me for his own. And he's telling me to feel him." Trystan laughed. "The gods must be lonely, if they need a blind human to make good company."

The demon laughed out loud. "What a silly story." He grinned toothily, though of course Trystan would not be able to see it. "What the gods have always needed mortals for, is to keep them entertained and to while away the boredom that only eternity can bring. Just some are more... hands on, than others."

"So I'm your ball of yarn, am I?" Trystan used his hands to push Veylic away, but not roughly. "I think I deserve more respect than that." Then with a deep breath he fell back into the water.

Veylic allowed Trystan to put forth the distance, as he'd suspected the reaction might be along those lines. These people were without gods after all, and didn't seem to grasp the concept that to such a being, they were barely more than ants... interesting ants that could be played with and obsessed over, but oh so easily squashed out and forgotten. "I dare say you would have to earn that respect, and are you really so opposed to me, now that you know I am not likely to be... serious?"

Trystan resurfaced after a few minutes. His faced was scrunched up and coughing. "That water tasted terrible!" Grey-blue eyes fixed up at where he thought the creature was standing, but the man was facing the wrong way. "You not being serious /is/ the reason I'm so opposed. I want a lover who will take our relationship seriously, get it?"

Veylic laughed softly at the blind man's mistake and the reaction to the water, finding it to be rather cute. "It's water from the ocean after all, quite different from what you're used to, I'm sure." Because Trystan's back was to him, the Demon Lord could not resist trickling his fingers along the man's spine, purring as he did so. So this man was opposed because he couldn't make any guarantees, that was fine by him... he'd change that tune sooner or later.

His lithe body stiffened as the golden tips danced on his spine. Trystan whirled around with a blush on his face, clearly embarrassed by his mistake, but still scowling. "Are you even going to remember me? A hundred years from now will you look back at your long list of lovers and remember my face? My name? Or will I just be another grain of sand in the desert? Because you know I'll remember you. Even if the memory isn't fond."

Veylic seemed to drift in and now placed both his hands upon the sides of the young man's face, cupping it and looking down into those blind eyes with his chaotic gold ones, smiling as he admired that handsome face. "Perhaps I shall, but who knows what a hundred years from now will bring? Though you are likely to be recorded in the chronicles of my past liaisons, and there you will be remembered for all time."

Trystan could feel those eyes on him. While the demon's intentions made his stomach turn sour, Trystan couldn't fight the appreciation he had for the attention. The blind man was usually just as invisible to the public as they were to him. Sure, they held doors open for him, told him which cereal box was the Coco Puffs at the store, some even stopped him from walking into busy intersections, but that was just pity. Veylic seemed to really like him... maybe. "What am I?" he asked. "Am I a toy? Am I another whore? Am I just a stranger you invite home to get all your frustration out on? I know I'm not a lover. That much is obvious."

"Is it?" Veylic laughed, very amused by this one. His warm hands swept down off Trystan's cheeks and caressed the man's skin in traveling down to grip at Trystan's shoulders. "Nothing is as it seems, my sweet. What you are to me, does that really matter? Perhaps you should consider what you would like to be to me, and we can work from there."

"I... I want to be someone you're reminded of by little things. When you listen to the radio you say, 'Oh hey, that's Trystan's favorite song.' You see a shirt or a flower and think, 'That's Trystan's favorite color.' 'I remember when Trystan did this or said that.' 'I remember that one time...'" The man sighed. "I mean... I want to be someone you want to actually know and would keep coming back for. And while it may not matter in the grand scheme of things, it matters to me, and that's important."

Veylic let a finger come up under Trystan's chin, tipping the man's face up towards him again. "Mn, so you would rather this not be some one time ordeal. That I find within you something to keep coming back to, to keep me... interested." Those lush lips pulled up into a wide smile, fangs and perfect teeth gleaming.

Trystan shrugged. "Well, yeah. Is that so wrong?"

"Certainly it is not," he replied, and brushed his lips along Trystan's own, again having that brief sizzle of power move across them, though the contact this time was almost maddeningly short and teasing. "I am already quite interested in you, and do not think I will be satisfied in having you only once."

His lips chased after those of the god's. Trystan was ashamed to be falling into this so easily, but Veylic was hard to refuse, impossible to ignore, painful to go without. A cocky smirk was put on in order to hide his submission. "So, I'm a booty call, then? You flatter me."

Veylic laughed and favoured Trystan's lips with a little lick, marking that smirk. "What a silly name... though perhaps that is the case." One of his hands slid down Trystan's back and dipped under the band of those swim trunks boldly, and groped at the man's behind. "Mmm, and what a fine one it is to be giving a call to."

Fear flashed across his face and Trystan pushed the god away. "Stop it! W-We aren't doing that yet!" Trystan stepped back, but the water tampered with his balance so he looked something like a new born horse staggering about. "You can't just... Just move in like that. I have to know when. All right? I have to know when the activity changes. So I can be ready. That's how it works."

Veylic's hand slipped out from under the fabric and he raised his hands off Trystan to let the other fumble and splash about on his own, all the while regarding the human with golden eyed curiosity. "What would you do to be ready?" he asked, perplexed as to why he needed to give warning when he felt like groping the other or in seeking to physically seduce.

"Since I can't see what's going on I have to able to mentally asses and predict what will happen during each activity. Right now you said you'd teach me how to swim. That means water, verbal instruction, and possible assistance via physical contact on my arms, stomach and legs. If you want to be intimate or whatever, you have to let me know. It helps with the insecurity of being blind. I may not be able to control what happens, but at least I can expect it."

"Seems rather boring to me," Veylic replied flatly and outright. "I can't be expected to let you know each time I decide to caress you or fondle you, where is the fun in that? Half the reason why it feels so good is because it's not expected. Have you not yet realized that for yourself?"

"I guess... But, how will I know what to do? What if you hurt me? I want to participate too."

"All you need do is react and trust your instincts, and that will be enough," Veylic purred, and could not resist having his hands go forward again and start to caress the front of Trystan's body, though they teasingly only tugged at the band to his trunks and lightly threatened to dip down under it. "Do you think I would hurt you?"

"I don't know. You could be one of those sadists. Once you get me into bed you could turn really violent." He let out some kind of restrained moan. How come Veylic made it feel so good every time? It just wasn't fair! How was Trystan supposed to stick up for himself when the creature could make him melt so easily? "Of course... All your touches so far have been really nice."

"Hm, well some might say that," he confessed, almost proud of it actually. "As I've never been one to shy away from giving a sound spanking when it was needed." He grinned, and of course there were other things that he enjoyed doing as well, though in the end he rarely ever brought true bodily harm to his lovers and playthings. "And we've only just begun," Veylic bowed his head and suddenly caught a nipple in his mouth, suckling upon it gently.

"Ah!" Trystan gasped loudly. His hand flew up, one grabbing Veylic's horn while the other just tangled in his ink black hair. "That's... w-wha... Ah!" The Demon's long, dexterous tongue came out to sweep over and curl around that nub of flesh as its administrations made it harder and more pert. Veylic smiled privately as he snaked his hands around Trystan again, holding the man to him while he lavished such attention upon that one spot. Trystan turned his blind eyes upward, squeezing them shut and then opening them again. "You're gonna make it raw," he panted. The man's left hand untangled itself from the black locks and grappled until it found an ear. From there Trystan followed Veylic's jaw to his cheek. His fingers moved over the smoothly defined features, albeit roughly from the excitement.

Veylic growled softly and purposely bit Trystan's nipple then. Just a small, wicked bite. Careful not to puncture the skin, but certainly enough to give a pinched jolt. He then proceeded to suckle as if nothing had happened, and his tongue stroked at the hard nub softly, as if to soothe without out rightly apologizing. "Shit!" Trystan's nails scraped over the horn and against Veylic's cheek bone. "You're so weird." Veylic only laughed softly, and then let his mouth come away from that nipple, sucking upon it to the very last, only to then go and perform the same action to its neglected twin. As he did so, his hands slipped down into the back of Trystan's trunks and firmly groped Trystan's ass, one hand to each cheek. He gasped loudly. Veylic was sooo inside his personal space. Trystan clenched his teeth and pulled himself closer to the Demon God. At least he would get in Veylic's space too. Fighting the waves had made his legs tired and his feet were being swallowed by the sand.

Trystan used his senses to figure out what Veylic looked like, or at least paint his own picture. Clearly he was tall with a brawny build. Oh, and horns. A human head with goat horns. Okay... The man breathed deeply. What was that? It was like... "Hot bricks."

"Hot bricks?" Veylic lifted a brow and found that he had to come away from his administrations just to ask, perplexed by this strange utterance. Though in that moment, he'd also decided that he was tired of the beach and dealing with the water and sand, and the world shifted noiselessly around the pair of them.

It only took a few seconds, but Trystan was to be found upon his back, lying on his own bed, while the Demon Lord in turn lay upon him, surprisingly light and yet there was no denying the sensation of his warmth like a blanket. There was no dampness left from their excursion out into the water, nor even a grain of sand to be felt between Trystan's toes, in fact, other than Veylic and the familiar surroundings of his own room, Trystan wouldn't feel much at all, because he was quite naked at that moment...

Trystan was a bit startled at the change. He sank into the familiar softness of his bed. He recognized the cotton scent of the sheets and the gentle hum of his ceiling fan. One hand wriggled between them as the man tried to cover his privates. "You smell like hot bricks," Trystan replied.

"Really?" Veylic regarded Trystan for a moment and found his interest piqued when he discerned that the blind man wasn't lying. "Is that a good thing, I wonder..." He loomed over Trystan, but did not touch the man any further.

Trystan shrugged. "I kind of like it. Better than you smelling like sulfur or something. Everybody smells different. I think I smell like the upholstery on a used couch. Smells are easy, y'know? Colors are hard, but I think I have them figured out."

Veylic smiled, well at least the other wasn't opposed to him, else he might have a real challenge on his hands. "Mm, I'm not sure about the comparison, but I do rather enjoy your smell," he purred and lightly nuzzled the tip of his nose along Trystan's neck and jaw, sniffing as he did so. "You know... I could let you see me, and all the wonders I could offer you."

Trystan laughed. "Don't tempt me, Satan. I see far more than you know. I see more than any man would in a lifetime. I see with my hands and that is a much deeper sight. I don't need eyes to see you, Veylic. And if you did grant me my missing sense, I might be disappointed by what I see."

"Very true," Veylic replied, and kissed the corner of Trystan's mouth, "but the offer remains open," he whispered, "and always will." His hands would then come back to Trystan's body and began to stroke and caress along his chest and stomach, while he set gentle little kisses along Trystan's face and neck.

Trystan wrapped his arms around Veylic's back and clung tightly like a young babe. "You're horrible," he whimpered. "I never knew what I could have until you came along. I didn't know I could feel like this or be touched like this. I bet this is something seeing people do all the time. I probably never had a chance. I wouldn't have known that if it weren't for you. I hate you..."

"Hate me?" Veylic paused, and looked down at that handsome face and into those unseeing eyes, a smile upon his lips. "While I don't expect thanks right this moment, I think you're a little confused right now. After all, you surely knew about these types of things. Would you have honestly been happier never having known them for yourself?"

"I... I don't know..." Trystan tangled his fingers into Veylic's hair. "Everything today has been so new. I don't know what to think, what to feel, what to say. I just don't know."

"Then just let your mind go blank. Don't think, don't question, just let what will be, happen." Veylic rumbled.

Trystan nodded slowly. "Um... okay." He took in a deep breath and let it out. Even if this wasn't how he wanted his first time to happen, Trystan decided to try and enjoy it. Earnest attempts were made at kissing Veylic, but of course they were a little obscure and faulty.

The Demon God found the clumsy kisses to be rather adorable, and returned them with both sweetness and passion intermixed. His hands continued to move down along Trystan's body, enjoying the contours of it and the hardness to be found under the pliant flesh. And speaking of hardness, Veylic grinned as he rubbed his naked arousal against Trystan's own member.

"Ah!" Grey-blue eyes widened again and he squirmed. "What... What is...?" Trystan reached down. It was his first and natural reaction to everything. His fingers ran up along the demon's length. Suddenly he turned red from ear to ear. "O-oh..."

Veylic groaned aloud and arched into those questing fingers, smirking at how brilliantly Trystan's face flushed. In turn, he reached down to take hold of Trystan's shaft and began to stroke it between them. "Mn, different from your own, I take it?" The demon's member was quite warm and slick with fluids.

"Y-yeah..." Trystan swallowed and continued to feel along Veylic's slick length. "Unless I've jacked off in a hot shower," he said bluntly. But it was true. He was reminded of that event. The man gasped trying to hold back a moan when the creature began to stroke him. Veylic's hand moved so smoothly, unlike his own clumsy jerking. Usually it took a while for anything to feel good, but now... The pleasure was instant.

Veylic laughed at the comparison. "Well, I do believe that soon you may experience something, quite unlike... anything you could do alone in a shower." Yet for now, he continued to stroke at Trystan, quite skilled in knowing where to apply just the right amount of pressure and where to let his fingers go. He nuzzled and kissed at the man's neck, and licked the perspiration from it with a delighted growl. "I wonder if I should leave a few marks..."

"W-would it be like ge-getting bit by a dog? Because t-that happened once and... it r-really hurt." Trystan shook his head roughly, breathing deeply and gripping his own hair. Damn this was so good! What else was the god going to let him experience? Nothing could get better than this, could it?

"No, I would not make it hurt... unless you wanted me too," Veylic purred, as he began to suckle upon a select spot upon Trystan's collar, wanting to leave a small, purpled blemish. The hand not currently stroking Trystan's member came to rub its thumb along one of the man's nipples, again granting them attention and keeping them firm.

"I... I don't want it to hurt. I want this t-to be good. Ah!" Trystan turned his chest. "That feels s-so weird." His hips bucked into Veylic's hand on reflex. A hot tingling sensation was moving up into his stomach due to the ministrations. Wiry legs bent and his feet kept losing their grip on the sheets as he was squirming too much. Finally, Trystan used his toes to grab onto Veylic's legs.

"Then I will give you nothing but sheer pleasure," Veylic intoned as he lifted his mouth, warm breath billowing across the wet mark he'd created. He smiled as he admired it a moment, that tiny purple oval that showed the world Trystan had been claimed, if only for a short time. "Feel weird in a good way?" he asked with a light chuckle, and began to move down along Trystan's body. The man must be getting close, and he wanted to savour that moment. His member slipped from Trystan's hold as he continued downward, his lips kissing and his tongue licking all the way down along chest and stomach, before he came level to the member that he'd been stroking. "Mm, quite handsome," he noted.

Trystan could feel the body shifting above him, but he was a little confused with all the heat and euphoria swimming through his head. "Handsome? Nnn... Wh-what?" Again his hands came up to feel around. Finely tuned fingers met with a nose and forehead down between his legs. "Wait... What's -ahhh- What are y-you going to do?" Veylic only laughed and his long tongue came out to stroke at Trystan's hard shaft, moving from base to tip before repeating. "Ah! Aah... aaahn... W-Wait!" Trystan pushed up on his elbows, eyes staring at the wall across from the bed. "Are you sure it's okay for you to do that?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Veylic asked, letting his tongue swirl about the darkened head of the man's shaft, catching a bit of the precum that welled up there.

"Well because... I use it to... Normally it..." Trystan just sighed with another furious blush and laid back down. "Nevermind. This feels too good and clearly you have no problem with it."

Veylic laughed at the man's hesitation. "It can also be used for this," he replied, though wondered just what sort of hang-ups Trystan might have about... the other thing. Licking a few more times, Veylic then decided it was time for something more, and slowly let his mouth sink down along the length, his lips keeping a firm seal.

Trystan moaned through pursed lips. He couldn't believe people did this. Or maybe it was just Veylic? On top of everything else, this demon-man was practically still a stranger! Yet Trystan allowed him to get so close and do so much. Was the human a fool? Most likely… Only he didn't have time to dwell when he suddenly released. Trystan groaned happily, unable to help it, as he spilled rather quickly.

Veylic withdrew, though not before seeking to draw every last drop of seed from the man writhing under his attentions. Smirking, he licked his lips slowly and uttered a rather loud purr. "Delicious," he cooed, grinning at the reaction from his new lover.

"S-Seriously? Wow... um... Thank you?"

That caused the demon to laugh some more, a rich and rumbling sound. "Most welcome... now, I suppose I should go take care of myself," he purred, groaning as he sat up and took himself in hand for a moment, and looked down to his own hard length. For a moment he rather wished that Trystan could see it and his state right then, but there was also some perverse charm in being able to simply remain there quietly, the man none the wiser before him and only able to guess at what was occurring.

"Take care of your self?" Trystan was a little confused by this. Was Veylic just going to masturbate? But... that went against the Demon God's plans. Hadn't he come here to have sex with the orange-haired human? Trystan was about to verbalize all these questions, but then thought better of it. He could avoid this rape completely. Yeah...

With a sigh he didn't mean to let out, Trystan laid back on the bed. He scratched idly at his stomach in hopes it would help disguise the fact he was really listening to Veylic's every move.

Veylic's laughter rippled out amongst the quiet that had formed between them. No doubt this went against the man's expectations, but that would be something he may have to get used to. Often considered to be Chaos incarnate, Veylic's whims were legendary. The manner in which he could change his mind had shaped worlds and changed history. On a mere fancy he would turn the tides of war by suddenly switching sides, even abandoning his devout followers in favour of those who would strike out against him. "Mm, relieved... or disappointed?" he asked with a low purr, and uttered a soft groan as his hand continued to move along his wet shaft, his hips slowly rocking into the hold.

Trystan chuckled briefly. "Oh, relieved, trust me. You milk that cow all you want. I'm happy right here, just hanging around. There are some very interesting sounds going on keeping me entertained."

"Interesting analogy," Veylic intoned, amused by it, "I just hope that you won't cry over spilt milk then..." and it would not be much longer before he allowed his climax to spring forth, and his warm seed shot out upon Trystan's thighs and stomach.

"My cousin used to say it- Auh!" Trystan felt the warm splatter on his skin. He certainly didn't need to see to know what it was. "That's gross, man. All over me. Really?" He started wiping it off with dramatic flicks of his wrist. "And I bet you've got the most satisfied smirk on your face right now."

Veylic laughed. "Well yes, I do." He moved to lean over Trystan partially, and ran his thumb along a small, stray drop near the top left of Trystan's hip. "And why do you think this is gross, and yet it is all right for me to drink of it?"

Trystan froze when the demon was touching him again. "Because it's hot and sticky and your little guys are swimming around in it. Yeah, sure, I'm taking it all too literally, but that doesn't make it any less true. Plus, if you recall, I freaked out when you drank mine. I mean... who does that? You're supposed to do it either in the shower or on the toilet. My cousin said so."

The demon lifted a fine, perfect brow as he looked down at the man, his hand coming away. "Your cousin is an idiot," he stated blankly. "Plenty of folk perform such activities. I believe here they call it... a blow job, when one is sucked to completion. I also happen to find the taste of it rather enjoyable, when coming from a healthy, virile youth."

"You're exaggerating," he said. Trystan brought his legs together then. The blind man liked to put on a show. He walked around confident in himself despite his disability. He insisted he was just as normal as everyone else, but the truth was... he didn't know that for sure. Trystan didn't really know what he looked like compared to other people. Feeling only told him so much. Especially when only a few select people even allowed him to touch them.

He didn't really know what was masculine or feminine, aside from the anatomical essentials. Trystan certainly wasn't buff, not like Veylic, nor was he really very curved. His doctor allowed him to feel her once. He just wanted to know what a girl looked like. They were very curvy. Trystan spent a lot of time exploring his own body, which he could never get a clear picture of. He was toned yet thin. He was straight with some kind of curve here and there. He had stubble on his face and even a little happy trail on the lower part of his stomach, but there wasn't much hair on his arms or legs.

Trystan was never quite sure what he was; however, he was almost positive that healthy and virile were two things he was not.

Veylic purred and bent down to start placing little kisses upon that coarse jaw line. He wasn't terribly fond of stubble, but the whole package was rather nice, so he would accept it for now. "You're not as confident in yourself as you claim," he said, his body having moved rather close now, the heat radiating off it, but no actual contact was made. "You're quite handsome to look at, even beautiful. I'm sure that many have gazed upon you with longing and desire."

"Well then none of them ever said anything about it." Trystan rolled onto his side then, bringing his knees up a little. He didn't like feeling this way. He didn't like feeling different, vulnerable, and insecure. Trystan wasn't ashamed or embarrassed of himself, per say... but he didn't have the most faith. That much was true. "But there's nothing special about me. Not that there has to be. I just know that some people can dance, some can paint, fly planes, solve impossible puzzles. Lots of people have amazing bodies, or so I hear, because they can workout without hurting themselves." The man laughed softly. "I bag groceries and listen to TV by myself every night."

But Veylic had gone, his warmth and presence suddenly snuffed out and the room was quiet save for the familiar sounds coming in through the window of the street beyond. The Demon God had taken his leave without so much as a farewell, leaving Trystan naked and sullied upon the bed.

Trystan shivered slightly, but was hardly surprised. His foul mood had driven the god away. Slipping carefully out of bed, he then made his way to the bathroom. Hot water poured from the shower spout once he got in. Shamefully, Trystan found himself comparing the warmth of the water to Veylic's own body heat, and there was no contest. The blind man started touching all the places Veylic had kissed him, trying desperately to engrain all of it into his memory in case the Demon God never came back.

Only there was no news of the Demon God and the world would return to normal; allowing Trystan to get on with his life as before, as if never having encountered that strange, powerful being whose name he'd not been given.