Brutal Love (Antiplier)

Chapter Two- Something in Return

"You have to do something for me in return."
~Anti's POV~
Darks words sent shivers down my spine. What could he possibly want from me? Dark leaned in close to my face, his nose almost touching mine. I could almost taste his warm breath. "Darky bae?" I asked, almost in a trance. I looked into his dark red eyes as he stared back into my green and blue ones. His lips came tauntingly close. Then he backed away, smirking. "That's not fair, Darky! I didn't even get a taste!" I pouted. Dark chuckled at my tantrum. He grabbed my chin and lifted it up to his face, which was an arms length away. "That's the whole point, Anti."  He chuckled. I crossed my arms and pouted up at him, then looked away, breaking free from his grip on my chin. Dark chuckled again. "Are you mad at me now?" I ignored him. Dark leaned over so he could see my face, but I turned away from him again with a hfm. I saw Darks facial expression become more smug. "Is my little Anti gonna cry?" Dark teased, but once more only receiving a silence. "Oh stop being a baby, you're starting to act like Jackaboy." That hit home. I turned to face him with a smirk on my face. "Oh yeah? Well ya look like ah rip off ah Mark!" I pointedly made a pun about his ripped off sleeves. Dark gasped and placed his hand over his broad chest dramatically. "How dare you!" He gasped, over dramatic once more. I smirked and chuckled. "Well, you know what you look like, Anti?" Dark had an lustful look on his face as he spoke. I looked him in the eyes. "What?" My voice was thick with my accent. Dark came closer to me until he was standing over me on the couch, his hands beside my head on the cushion, his lips almost touching mine. "Mine." His deep, lustful voice sent shivers down my spine. He leaned forward ever so slowly and his lips grazed mine, which drove me crazy. I wanted him and I wanted him now. I was tired of all the teasing. Then Dark smirked and pressed the button on the shock collar remote that was still in his hand. An almost painful shock reverberated through my body, I screamed out a moan, my Irish accent cracking. "Ah! Yes Daddy Dark! More!" I screamed as loud as I could, my accent still cracking. Our neighbors must hate us since we were always sexually screaming about something all day everyday, but we didn't care about how many noise complaints we got. It never stopped us. What with Darks ties as being the best torturer ever, we got away with pretty much anything. I screamed again as Dark gave me another shock, my accent cracking again. Dark watched with a satisfied smirk on his face. I knew then what he wanted. He was getting turned on, I could see the bulge in his pants. He enjoyed watching me squirm and scream. It made him feel powerful and it turned him on. I knew soon he would be going to the bathroom. But then he did something strange, something he almost never did. He leaned forward and kissed me. It was passionate, really passionate. He pressed his tongue against my lips, demanding to enter. I slightly parted my mouth and his taste filled my mouth. It was sweet and strong and I loved it. Dark pressed his tongue against mine and they fought for dominance, Dark eventually winning. He felt around my mouth once more and then he began to pull away. No! I wasn't done! I wanted more! I grabbed the back of Darks head and forced him closer to me, causing him to make a muffled surprised sound. But he didn't pull away, but instead the kiss became greedy and slightly rough. I wanted to taste him forever, but I was beginning to run out of breath. Our tongues violently fought against each other as our lips rubbed against one another roughly. Dark had dropped the remote and was now fully engrossed in the kiss. Dark roughly shoved me down on the couch and stood over me, never breaking the kiss. I grabbed Darks hair, causing the slicked back red bangs to fall into his face. Finally we broke apart, gasping for air. I sharply inhaled, getting as much air into my aching lungs as possible. Dark was panting above, staring down at me with desire and lust. Then there was the sound of a door being slammed open and angry grumbling.