Marrying Darkiplier

Chapter Two: "Only Human"

Sean's eyes widened like a deer staring into the headlights of an oncoming car. Had he heard him right? Sean tried to find his voice, but his mind was blank. Dark gulped nervously, taking a step back from him. Afraid that Dark was taking his silence wrong, he reached out to take his wrist. Stepping closer, Sean practically yelled over the next song that started up. "Can we go someplace quieter?!" Dark scolded at the band, then nodded as he led him from the foam pit. Coaxing him up the steps, Dark directed him past the neon bar and toward a wall of doors that led into private rooms. The people making out inside jumped, before the young man got up to snap at Sean. "Hey! Get the fuck out! This room is taken!" Sean backed up into Dark, who stepped around him and growled to the man menacingly. "Want to run that by me again, asshole?" Dark's brown eyes flared into solid black before easing back to normal. The man gasped, backing up to snatch his girl before fleeing the room. Dark watched him go, tensed for a fight. After the man was gone, Dark slammed the door shut, muting almost all the noisy from outside. Moving to sit on the booth seat, Sean mumbled out mostly to himself. "You didn't have to do that. Exposing yourself like that..."

Dark leaned back against the padded door, retorting dryly as he crossed his arms. "No one will believe him. And with all the neon... they'll call it a trick of the lights." Giving a little shrug, Dark carelessly added. "And so what if they do? What can a mere mortal do to a being like me?" Sean leaned his arms on the table, rubbing his hands anxiously together as he tried to find a way to explain something to Dark. With a deep exhale, Dark crossed the small room to slide into the seat across from him. Avoiding his eyes, Dark asked in a distant dismal tone. "Should I be concerned why you haven't answered my question yet?" Sean bit his lower lip, realizing now that the colored foam had stained his skin. As he tried to rub it off his hands, he told Dark honestly. "Marriage is... a big step, Damien. Even if you were human, I would hesitate. But with you... there is even more to consider." Dark's eyes drifted to meet his, prompting Sean to add quickly. "I'm sure you've thought this through. But are you really willing to marry a mortal? You'll outlive me. And the world you live in... I know nothing about it. The things I do know about it... scare me." Lowering his eyes to the table, Sean exhaled out as he added. "Marrying me doesn't benefit you. You already have it all and can snap your fingers to get anything else you desire. I'm... I'm only human."

Dark's hand slid across the table to rest on the back of Sean's. Giving it a gently squeeze, Dark leaned in and told him in a deep loving voice. "True. I can get anything I could ever want or desire... except you." Sean blushed, watching Dark's fingers caress his hand. Dark's other hand reached out to cup his cheek, tenderly lifting his face to look at him before adding so beautifully. "I've had it all... but nothing compares to the way you make me feel. I don't have to be... I can be whoever I want with you. You don't know how good that feels after centuries of just being... Dark." Bringing his lips closer to Sean's, he whispered over them breathlessly. "Being with you... sets me free, Sean." Capturing Dark's lips in a light kiss, Sean hummed as his warmth melted him to the core. Shortly after their little kiss, Dark pressed his forehead to his and purred out in a deep playful voice. "Yes. I'll outlive you... here. But if you come to my side... you'll never age again. You could live forever. Just as you are. By my side. You can rule with me." Sean jerked back with surprise as he blurted out. "Rule with you? But that... I don't know the first thing about leading people. Let alone a bunch of demons. How do they even feel about a mortal taking the throne?" Dark's expression suddenly turned neutral and unexpressive. Sean had seen it enough to know what it meant.

Leaning back away from Dark, Sean breathlessly uttered in an undertone. "You haven't told them. Have you? That's why you're acting so weird, isn't it? You know they will hate this..." Dark let his hands drop to the table a bit numbly as he sat back himself and growled out in return. "I really don't fucking care what the Dominion thinks. I'm king. It's my choice." Sean blinked, shrugging out innocently curious. "The Dominion? Who are they?" Dark rolled his eyes, muttering out distastefully. "They are powerful demons that make up my council. Bunch of blowhards. Each rules over one of the nine realms of my 'Otherworld.' Anti and I rule the other two. Although, with Anti on hiatus... I've been ruling both realms on my own. Which has been taxing as of late." Raising an eyebrow, Sean meekly asked. "And they... tell you what exactly?" A smug smirk crossed Dark's lips, before he playfully shot back with darkening eyes. "They give me updates on the destruction or insemination of your kind." Sean's jaw dropped, his voice breaking when he squeaked out. "What?! They are... What?!" Dark chuckled, casually telling him. "Demons aren't impregnating your kind. Relax. It's just the crude way that Verine describes a demon taking over their human vessel. That's all. She's... got a way with words."