Page 5 of Controller's Obsession

He tried reasoning.

You’ll scare the fuck out of the little goat. He’s like a twentieth of our size. Can’t you see this won’t fix things?

Find our blissful one.

Don’t start with that shit.Merihem cupped his balls, recalling the insult those tiny hooves had inflicted.He kicked us in the nuts. That does not say blissful one to me.

You said it, he’s scared.

You were the one roaring ‘mine’ at him.

That they were now back in the kitchen, and he stood having this conversation, possibly looking like a moron, passed them both by.

Yes… well, he is. It was a shock.

A shock… it’s a fucking catastrophe, is what it is.

Merihem forced his demon to recede when he was about to start another tirade. His head wasn’t in any place to go another round. He had better control of his demon than his best friend Dakata, or so he thought. After what had happened—he wasn’t sure what to call it—Merihem wasn’t sure.

There was one question on his mind as he strode up to Dakata’s bedroom, going in search of something to wear. He wasn’t going to use his powers right then, not when Merihem didn’t know when he’d need them more. He was clueless, trying to figure out if getting kicked in the balls equated to him actually touching his blissful one.

Was there a loophole for that sort of thing?

He opened Dakata’s closet and groaned at the sight of all the suits. “Who the fuck needs…” he counted, “forty suits! Who?” He rifled through the shelves, looking for something, anything that wasn’t a suit.

At the back, he found a pair of jeans and a sweater that looked unworn by a band that Dakata managed. Dressed, he went to retrieve his sneakers from where he’d left them in the hallway before the disaster.

In one of the downstairs drawers where Dakata kept a stash of cash, Merihem grabbed a wad. He shoved that into his pocket, along with the house keys, after he exited the front door, locking it up behind him.

On the street, his head crowded with thoughts about how fucked up his life was, Merihem hailed a cab without thought and got in the back… then stared at the driver when he asked, “Where to, mate?”

Dakata was who Merihem thought about visiting. Face it, the whole damn business was all his friend’s fault. Well, his and Silas, Dakata’s blissful one, but sitting in the cab, that didn’t seem like a wise idea when Merihem was as pissed at them as he was at anyone else.

He couldn’t go to the demon realm. Besides the obvious—him getting kicked out and losing his job—he didn’t want anyone down there knowing he had a slight problem.

He’s not a problem, he’s our blissful one. Sitting here will not find him, come on, get your act together.

“Mate, ya okay?”

No, he fucking wasn’t, and his demon was giving him a fucking headache that went with the throbbing going on in his balls. How was he supposed to sort his mess out when he literally had no one to talk to about anything? How?

Merihem stabbed a hand into his jeans, pulled out some dollars, and handed them over, mumbling, “Sorry for wasting your time,” as he got out and stalked back to the house.

He heard the guy mutter something about crazies before the car drove off. Up the front steps, Merihem stared at the lockeddoor and hesitated about going back inside. Instead, he turned and sank down onto the top step, staring forlornly at the empty street. Darkness fell swiftly while he moped and ignored the fact he was hungry.

He’d have become horrified by his behavior if he’d not had other, more important things to worry about. Like, how was he going to find out who the little pygmy goat was without raising suspicion? How could he find out if what had happened to his balls actually constituted a lifelong commitment to the hottie?

Don’t forget that cute little butt with his horns on the back of our leg.

Shut up.Merihem didn’t need the reminder that the goat had actually hit him twice. Two touches! Fuck.

Everyone that knew him got he was a ‘love em and leave em’ kind of demon. He’d lived by that motto for a very long time. Up to now, Merihem had never considered changing it, not for anyone.

He’s not anyone, he’s our blissful one.

Turn off the damn record.A part of him was only now arguing with his demon side for form. It was a thing they both liked to do.

Find a way to fix this, or the record will turn into a permanent fixture in your life.

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