Troublemaker

~Archeon~

Archeon POV (don't ask, I don't even know. I would put ALL if his POV, but I'm lazy rn)
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After seeing that my new 'little addiction' posted a new video, I had to check it out. And Oh. My. God. It was his face, you could see bags under his what looks like, pitch black eyes. You couldn't see his mouth because of the pillow he had his chin dug into. Then he brought the camera up to show him laying on his stomach. Showing boxers and bare skin. It sent me over the edge, of what? Who knows. But I commented, he commented back and, to tease him, I said I would get him. Ofcourse I did what I said I would. Pulling up the duet option I let it load for a few seconds so that I was know looking at my camera, only my face though. (He looks a little un-human. Bite me.) You could see my rose petal red eyes. And my mouth that I slightly opened showing just a bit of my white teeth. I started recording moving during the recording to make myself more comfortable. Then when I moved I did, I was sitting leaning back, spread legged, with some sweats on and no top. The sweats sat low on my hip and where pulled down slightly further than normal due to my adjustment in posture here and there. Showing the waste band and just a little fabric of my boxers. My lower back was curved and the arm connected to the hand propping up my head was resting on the chair arm. The video stopped after a few seconds, going to the review page. Content with the results i posted it making sure he was still tagged in it. After that I set my phone down, not caring for the soon to come comments on my body. I never did. Until he said something. At first he was just another person, falling for me and my muscles. But then he continued to comment, noticing things others didn't unless they were the main focus. He touched a sensitive spot a few times, complimenting about my eyes and how if he had good timing he would just stare at them. Little details in outfits like my tattoo I show on occasion or the chain around my stomach. That's why he became my 'little obsession' he was a different person. He back talked, he was nice, he was pretty in an odd, almost perfect way. His slim, bony frame. The way he could carry those boxes. His eyes when they where in focus always bored or tired. The comfortable way his clothes hung on his body. Everything about him made me want to know him, befriend him.... And other, slightly less wholesome things. You see, yes I'm a gay man. But I'm also a polyamorous one with two 'little obsession's'. This one and a fighter I saw awhile back, he was tough, always bruised in his videos, and didn't complain when in pain. I already made my way to befriending him. Making my needs to see him worse, the way his blue eye turns to ice in a fight. His blind one staring at his opponent, always watching without seeing anything. It gave me chills thinking about the way he could stare at me. Intense and powerful, those eyes could get your darkest secrets from you in seconds if you didn't have a strong enough will. His eyes where what I loved to see every time he posted something new, I'm not following many people. Less I have notifications on for, but those two are my life line. The things that could make me feel like god and make me feel like nothing. Putting them out of my thoughts I got up and stretched, my abs tightening as I reached up. (Please help- I can't fucking do this.) Lowering my hands I took a few strides to my bedroom door. Pausing I ran through my options once I have exited the room. I could try and make myself something to eat, I could grab something to drink, go work out or shower. I decided eat and shower where going to be my options for today. Stepping into my white hallway I saw one of my many maids hurrying to do her job. I passed her and proceeded to walk through the hall. My room was the last room in the hall, facing the end it would be on your left hand side. The other rooms where a guest bedroom and a bathroom. The walls are white until around my hip (he's 6'2" btw, do the math) and from there it went into a black wood like pattern with slightly standing out trimming where the white and black meet. All of the doors are tall and slightly wider than you average door. They are a slick black with with silver handles. Casually striding down the hall, I make it to the end where the stairs are located before the stairs until you get to the door of my room there's a railing looking over the entrance hall. It was a grand place as it was a small mansion inherited from my grandparents. I got it at 19 as I was the oldest son in the Winser (Vin-sir, German background) family, me great grand father cam down from Germany with my great grandmother they had two children, my grandfather and his sister, they had three children, my father, my Aunt and my Uncle. My father and mother had me and my brother, I am the oldest so I take the family business from my father and most if the fortune when they die. They always come over and try to convince me to marry a rich girl, knowing I am gay. After striding down the stairs I make a B-line for the kitchen on the left of the hall. I peck in to make sure no maids or butlers are there and thank God there aren't. Sneaking into the kitchen I grab the supplies to make peanut butter toast, with four pieces of bread in hand I wander to the toaster, set it to a perfect three and a half minutes and put the bread in. Pushing the nobs down I grab a butter knife from the top drawer and put it on top of the peanut but, after waiting the toast pops up and I take it out of the toaster and put the peanut butter on it. Closing the peanut butter I pick up a piece and take a bite, sending my mouth into pure bliss. This is what I call heaven. Picking up the butter knife and peanut butter I take another bite and make my to the sink to drop the knife off, once it's in the sink I head for the cupboard and put the peanut butter away. Having finished the piece in my hand while doing both tasks I practically float over to my toasty heaven and grab the rest. Making my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs I finish another and start on the second to last piece I have. Finally at the upstairs bathroom I open the door and close it finishing off the second to last piece, the only thing between me and nice warm shower was one last piece of toasted heaven. A few big bites layer and it's gone. I strip my sweats and boxers and start the shower, sticking my hand in to see if it feels warm. (why tf was this 🥵 the emoji that popped up when I typed warm) It was close to my need of warmth and I got in, the water wetting my hair and running down my chest and back felt amazing as I let the close future of my family getting here wash away with the water.

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Alright, explanation on why he is so in human. The reason is, in my head he used to be a demon who was stuck in the house Tyler lived in. And Tyler didn't have a shitty over worked life and had no trauma. He and his older brother lived together in an one story house with this demon (Archeon) in his closet that liked to fluster and flirt with Tyler. I soon changed him to part demon part human and then just a man of business, I kept his red eyes and black hair as I could never see him without those traits. I also kept him tall and strong like most demons, that is why he is slightly in human. Also sorry for the peanut butter toast rant, it's just so good.