Darkiplier x Antisepticeye (Contains Smut)

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Dark chuckled softly as Anti sat on Xilef's lap and they tugged at his nose.
Dark took his shoes off and politely approached Anti's Parents, sitting on their lap, giggling at them tugging at his nose.
To show his respect, the way his kind did, Dark kneeled and bowed down, his head touching the ground next to their feet. He got up a couple minutes later, and hugged them.
A hug wasn't a part of his respect, it was just... if Dark still had his mother, or father around, he'd hug them. He'd hug them everyday and tell them he loved them. He teared up, whispering "I love you" to them.
When they returned, their shoes were gone. Dark raised a brow and looked at Adramalech. He just shrugged and chuckled.
Dark gasped and laughed silently, turning around.
Anti's bestmen would've gotten Dark's shoes, and Dark's bestmen would've gotten Anti's. They had to guess which of three.
Xilef was literally right under Anti's lap. Tyl was well built, and his demon form was literally a hound on fire. Blank, on the other hand, was not only goofy and playful, but he had a shadow form.
For Asmodeus, Crowley, and Pixl, Dark wasn't sure who it was. He didn't know them except Crowley and his snake form.

Anti held onto Dark’s hand, not wanting to let him go.
Pixl’s form was a glitching mess, but he had dark shadows cast all over his body.
Asmodeus appeared as something similar to Anti’s form, but with a more feminine face.
Anti smiled a little at his husband, and stepped toward Xilef, Tyl, and Blank.
“Hey guys,” he said quietly, peering down at the shoes. He eventually picked one.

Dark chuckled softly and walked to Anti's bestmen.
Xilef laughed softly, knowing he was under Anti the whole time. Tyl shrugged and scoffed. He was a flaming hound. He would've been noticed by anyone if he tried to get the shoes. Anti didn't know of Blank's shadow form, but he was glitching everywhere. What did give away that he stole the shoes was that he couldn't stop giggling. He said "I didn't do it," while giggling like a bitch.
Dark was confused between Crowley and Pixl, since he could be a snake and take his shoes out. Asmodeous would be visible with his wings, and Pixl literally glitched around and could glitch out to the shoes and take them in within a flash.
"You did great getting Anti ready, he looks amazing." Dark smirked softly, looking into their eyes.

Anti picked Xilef, smiling wide.
“Nice try,” he murmured, smiling as he slipped his shoes back on. He peered over at Dark, trying to see if he was having issues.

Dark sighed and stepped back, picking Crowley. Crowley slithered around stealthily but glitches could've been seen easily from the corner of anyone's eyes.
Xilef laughed when Anti chose him, pulling the shoes out from behind his back. Another Xilef walked closer, and just merged into the Xilef in front of Anti like nothing. Xilef could clone himself. He just never really did it.
Dark snickered as he got his shoes from Crowley. "Snakeskin leather. I couldn't not be the one to take it." Crowley chuckled.
Dark nodded and gave him a hug before slipping the shoes on.
They walked back to the thrones, and Dark held Anti's hand again.
"Now, for Ölülərdən's ritual." Adramalech announced.
Their bestmen followed Adramalech to the room Anti's ritual was to be held in, and servants took Dark and Anti to their rooms again.
Dark was nervous. And excited. He was overwhelmed.

Anti gasped softly when he saw Xilef clone himself, biting his lip.
“Whoa,” he chuckled softly.
When he held his hand, he smiled, silently communicating with him.
“I love you so much.”
His body began to almost glow, preparing for their physical bond. He was nervous, but excited. He knew it would be okay, he was just worried about the possibility of Dark being uncomfortable.

Dark sat on his bed nervously. He did everything he could to look better for the ritual, he showered, brushed, flossed, gargled with mouthwash, used an enema, carefully. As he collected the clothes provided to them- just plain white easy to remove clothes, a robe that flared out in the bottom, and a long fabric that wrapped around loose, puffy pants. Both of them could easily come off with a simple tug.
As he stood in front of the mirror to get dressed, he noticed the scar on his chest again. It was big, and though he knew Anti only adored it and knew why it was there, Dark was still highly insecure about it, even after he talked about it on the latest post he shared with Blank at his bachelor's party and how he wouldn't let the scar disturb his body image. He still lets it affect his body image.
The scar was big, scary, concerning, the skin different from the rest around it. It looked ugly to Dark.
Dark sighed and wrapped the robe-like top tightly around his chest. Dark and Anti were called out to the room by Adramalech. They met again at the door, closed. Adramalech allowed them to go inside whenever they wished.
Dark stood there, holding Anti's hand, taking deep breaths. He was nervous. And slightly uncomfortable. Just... distracted.
Blank didn't mind any of it, he literally shot porn for a few years. He was just asexual, not really caring about it, just there to witness.
Xilef had seen worse things with Dark than just seeing him have sex with his husband for a ritual.
Tyl wasn't in there, aware of them only needing two witnesses each.