forum One Hell of a Case of Stockholm Syndrome (EXPERIENCED ONE ON ONE) MATURE

Started January 14, 2019 by @Painted-Iris group

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The demon made a gesture his hand after speaking the same words that had brought them to his home in the first place. "After you, Mr. Impatient."

“Gladly,” The other man growled as he got poorer back into Earth, crossing his arms. He inhaled slowly, allowing the fresh air into his lungs.

"No need to be an ass about it," the demon mumbled under his breath. He shoved his hands in his pockets for slight reassurance he wouldn't reach out and take the officer back. Even for him, that was cruel.

The officer shook himself out before starting to walk, sticking his thumbs in his pockets. The streets were dark and he could hardly see where he was going. But he knew where he was, at least…

(Skip?)

The officer walked up to his home after a long day of work. He unbuttoned his jacket and sighed, his breath floating up into the air. He was late for coming home. Ti would be upset. The officer shook himself and walked into the house quietly, hanging up his jacket and shutting the door. The lights were off, but the living room was a mess. The vase of flowers he liked to keep in the living room was thrown across it, which sent a lurch of condescension in his stomach. He didn’t like the feeling he got as he skulked into the room.
“Um… Ti?” He called softly, looking around. His lover emerged from the kitchen, reeking of alcohol.
The officer turned to look at Ti, blinking. “Um… sorry I’m late. I got held up at work and—“ He got cut off from a slamming fist into his nose. He gasped and grabbed it. He felt blood and swelling around his eyes.

The demon had stayed close by. What was so special about this place anyways? Personally, a small messy apartment didn't seem worth starving over. He had placed himself on the roof of the building, killing a bit of time. It was then when he heard a muffled cry. Curious, the man swung over to the fire escape, wanting to watch the action. He didn't like what he saw. Did the officer want to leave his presence so badly just to be punched in the face? It both annoyed and angered him. The latter was stronger. But not at the policeman.

The officer grabbed his nose in his hand. It felt crooked and swollen. That probably meant his eyes were black, too.
It straightened up drunkenly from the blow, growling softly like a dog, “Don’t be late again. Make dinner.”
The officer nodded and set his things down, still gripping his nose. He murmured an apology and walked into the kitchen.

(bless u)
The demon glared in through the window, completely furious. He could nearly swear that his eyes were glowing range. Even for a demon they wouldn't however. That was just strange. He wanted to walk inside and both question the officer and teach his apparent "lover" how to have some common decency. However he scooted over on the fire escape to lean against the wall. Putting his face in his hands, he sighed angrily. Why did he have to give in and return the mortal? This was worse than literal hell. And he would know obviously.

(Dank u)

The officer scooted around the table and leaned over the sink, letting his nose drip and he shut his eyes. He sighed softly, grabbing a paper towel and mopping up blood. If he got any in Ti’s food, his husband would get upset and probably hit him again, he pulled out some pans, deciding to make a nice grilled cheese and tomato soup dinner. They didn’t have a lot of food since he was the only one in the pair who worked. And Ti used the money for… stuff.

(u iz welcom)
The demon wanted to slam his head into a wall with the internal conflict he was experiencing.
Go inside. Don't. Damn it all, do something! I can't just piss the man off further!
Peeking back inside, he saw the officer hold his nose in his hands, probably cleaning up the wound. Once he turned, he saw how dark the bruise was, making his anger even worse.
Finally, he came up with a compromise. The second male was likely alone. Without being seen, he would scare the poor adult senseless. Not that he had any to hit his lover. It even hurt to think of the officer belonging to someone so abusive. Peeking in the window beside the one viewing the living room, he saw the other male, sipping on more booze. Disgusting.
Using his abilities, the demon took the bottle and slammed it on the floor.
Damn, that felt nice.

The officer jumped about a mile when he heard the loud noise and Ti shout angrily.
“What the hell??” He got up and stormed into the kitchen, where the officer hastily bent over the pan to act like he was cooking something. But the other man noticed him not working and stalked over.
“What are you doing?” He yelled. The officer shied.
“I’m making food, like you asked me to.”
“Good! Get me another drink,” He growled at him and stormed off again. The officer breathed a breath of relief.

(No no rug

Oof)

(bwess yoo)
The demon chuckled at the other's anger. He wanted to make this "Ti" person suffer for his actions. No one should be able to get away with such abuse. Why did the officer want to return to this again?

(Dank u)

The officer visibly relaxed once Ti sat again, and the officer grabbed a beer and the sandwich off of the stove. He plated it and brought them to his husband, who huffingly thanked him and started to eat. The officer scooted off quickly, to make his own things and eat alone in the kitchen while Ti was happy.

(i really wanna draw a chibi of my boi saying "f u Ti" lollll)
Once again, the demon used a touch of his magic to crack the bottle so the alcohol would drip out all over Ti's lap. Sure, there was the chance he might blame the officer, but there was a plan for if he tried to hit the other man again.

(Lollllll also your boi is being really dumb ok he just gotta kidnap the officer it’s that simple)

Ti hadn’t noticed until he had gone to take a sip. Until then, the bottom popped off and it exploded all over his lap. The man flew up out of his seat and the sandwich (R.I.P Sandwich) flew across the room and the plate shattered.
The officer jumped when he heard the crash, but didn’t go to investigate until Ti thundered into the kitchen. “Are you playing some kind of game?” He roared at his husband.