Darkiplier x Antisepticeye (Contains Smut)

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Dark chuckled softly, and continued with the dyeing process. Once the dyeing was done, Dark used his gloved hands to massage the dye into the hairs, so it reached every hair. "Mmm..." he hummed, looking at the instructions. "30 minutes," he mumbled. "wash the dye off with dye-safe shampoo and condition with dye-friendly conditioner after 30 minutes." he added, placing the stuff back, leaving the bowl and brush out to be washed. He sighed, carefully covering the dyed hairs with a shower cap before throwing the gloves into the bin after a rinse. "Wanna help write the letter? Just a straight forward, short letter." he asked, his arms around Anti's naked shoulders as he looked into the beautiful green eyes through the mirror.

Anti nodded once again, purring happily as he tuned around, and hugged Dark, nuzzling into his neck as much as he could. “Yeah,” he murmured, squeezing Dark. “Then...do you wanna help me shower?” He purred, winking at him. “I gotta pluck my feathers...”

Dark hugged back lovingly, his arms loosely resting around Anti's waist. He smirked (well, half smiled) lightly. "Sure, beau." he said, in a deep raspy voice. It was just his normal voice between a whisper and a low normal voice, he did make it sound that hot. "Also, the dye smells like... uhh... salad? Kinda?" he said, chuckling. "Literally, it smells like leaves and lime." he added.

Anti bit his lip softly, purring a little at the smirk. He still felt submissive, and he wouldn’t object to anything Dark wanted to do. He didn’t even really hurt, anymore.
He smiled and laughed a little at his fiancé’s words, shaking his hair. “Well... that’s good, I smell nice...”

Dark snickered, "Yes, yes you do." he replied. Soon, he carried Anti like a bride to the room. On a chair, he asked Anti sit by the work desk, and sat on the other one with a pen and paper. He sighed, his mind suddenly blank. "...How do I start? What do I fucking refer to her as?" he asked.

Anti sat on top of Dark’s desk, leaning to kiss his lover’s head. He spread his legs for more balance and hummed, gently mussing Dark’s long hair, winding his painted nails into it. “You could..try...my queen? Or your highness? Or her name?” He started. “You’re merely asking to bring a suitor to meet her, there’s gotta be some formalities that can be cut and pasted into it...”

Dark sighed, nodding. He just wrote "The Queen" instead. He really did /not/ want to add a "my" before her. At the 'formalities', Dark shook his head. "I'm just gonna be straightforward. No formalities, nothing. If she really did turn my caretaker against me, and sent her to spy on us, I'm sure she already knows everything that's been going on." he said, continuing with the letter. "And, honestly? If she behaves in a way that hurts you, behave the same way back. If you can. She won't be impressed by a 'nice man'. She's just against your kind, not you in particular." he added, sounding pretty pissed.

Anti nodded, gently kneading at Dark’s shoulders. “Love...are you sure? I don’t want to cause any trouble with anyone else...you’re sure I shouldn’t stay tactful?” He murmured, soon sitting next to Dark and pecking his cheeks. “I’m going to get you to relax tonight...” he muttered to himself. He was going to treat Dark later, make him feel amazing for doing all of this.

Dark nodded, "I'm sure." he replied. But as he continued writing, he thought about again. Twice, thrice. Maybe more. He paused his writing, and sighed. "Or... You know... How you often reply... I don't know, sarcastically and cleverly?... Yeah! You could just be yourself. Just..." he mumbled, turning to Anti by the end, his hands holding Anti's and his eyes looking into Anti's. "Just don't be who you aren't, just to impress them. Okay?" he added, smiling softly. Soon, he chuckled a little. "I mean, as you wish, but we will be in Hell tonight. But... I guess I do have quite a big bed in my room there." he said, winking and smirking cheesily at the end.