Marrying Darkiplier

Chapter Eight: "Wedding Plans"

Sean let himself rest a few minutes more, before stiffly easing out of the bed. Glancing around the room, he bit his lip. He didn't know where the bathroom was. Deciding against a shower for now, he dressed himself and slipped out of the room to explore the place. He peeked into lavish bedrooms and offices. He found a massive library and two different dining halls. He saw the door to the kitchen, but the sight of imps running in and out with dishes made him want to stay out of their way. He noticed a glass door on the first floor that lead out into a greenhouse and started toward it, only to stop at the sound of Dark's commanding voice from a half open door nearby. "You think I fucking care what they think? There is nothing more they can do to me." Sean inched up to the door, peeking inside to see Natemare leaning back against a wall by a large fireplace that had all kinds of weapons throughout the centuries mounted around it. Shrugging his shoulders, Natemare retorted seriously. "Nothing more they can do to YOU. But to HIM... Dark, you flaunted Sean in their face. You've got them all believing that you've got Anti on a leash. You know what they are going to do now." Dark scoffed, muttering out from behind a desk. "I didn't flaunt him. I was making sure THEY didn't do something to him."

Natemare moved closer to the desk, resting his hands on it, when he stated sternly. "Doesn't matter. That is how they saw it. Right after you left, they started talking. Trying to buy my loyalty to turn against you. They want ME to steal him from you. They want Sean... and you know what they'll do to him to get Anti under control." Sean swallowed thinking about the tortured people in Dark's realm. He couldn't imagine what the others did to their people. Dark rose from his chair, his voice low and frightening when he told an unflinching Natemare. "I protect my family. That's why I put you in charge of Anti's realm. But I have to ask... Can I still trust you Natemare?" For a moment there was a silent that passed that gave Sean goosebumps. He fully expected them to star fighting any second. Only for Natemare to chuckle out as he rolled his eyes. "You trust me? Never thought I'd hear those words come from you... but I'm not against you for now. They can't afford me. Besides, after their jabs at me earlier... I'd rather have you covering my ass than those backstabbers." Dark relaxed, smirking out coolly. "So, what do you plan to tell them when you come up empty handed?" Natemare dropped into a chair by the fireplace, huffing out. "I don't work for free. Nor do I bite the hand that feeds me. But I'm not stupid. I'm keeping my head down and letting them try to sway me. The closer you let me get to him. The more they will swarm like sharks to blood. All trying to corrupt me against you."

Dark nodded, drumming his fingers on the table, when he asked softly. "Then maybe I should sway a few of them myself. Verine is weak willed. Think you could work him over?" Natemare laughed, leaning back in the chair upon blurting out. "You want me to whore myself to him? Fuck you." Dark flashed him a beautiful smug grin that Sean had never seen before, before he told Natemare. "What? His tongue not as tantalizing as Anti's forked one?" Run a hand through his loose dark bangs, Natemare sat up a little and shot back just as smugly. "I know where Anti's tongue has been. I can't say that about Verine... Guy's probably impregnated half of this hellish place." Dark shrugged, adding dismissively. "Most likely. But as the embodiment of lust... He might show you a few things." Natemare let out a little defensive growl, before shooting back lightly. "Not a chance. I have standards." Dark leaned against the mantle of the fireplace, softly teasing out. "I wasn't suggesting that you sleep with him... physically." Natemare's eyes flickered a deep purple when he said with intrigue. "Ya? You wanna give him a wet dream without him knowing it?" Dark just grinned at him, prompting Natemare to lean forward and say seriously. "If I do... It will cost you." Without a trace of fear, Dark bluntly replied. "Name your price."

Natemare smirked wickedly, answering openly. "You plan to marry Sean. Bind him and through him, Anti, to you... But you know what the ritual requires. My price... His stag night." Dark's body tensed and any trace of a good mood vanished from his face. Natemare rose slowly from his chair, calmly adding. "I know you plan to deprive him of it. Since he can't leave here... but you know. Verine has the hottest club that would be just perfect for it." Dark stomped up to him, snarling out angrily through his clenched teeth. "NO." Natemare locked eyes of rippling purple with Dark's, standing his ground as he stated coolly. "You want me to bring Verine to our side? You'll do this. Because you know it will win him over. You just can't see it because you... FEEL for Sean." Stepping out of Dark's gaze, Natemare walked the length of the room as he announced over his shoulder. "I can give Verine a wet dream in exchange for him hosting Sean's stag. I can flaunt how close I am to Sean around Verine. Show him how much you... trust me with him. Lowering Verine's guard to open him up to negotiations about joining OUR side." Dark stormed after Natemare, snapping out. "And when he wants Sean?! What then? Verine has strong pheromones that he could use to-!"