" Ethan... Where Are You Going? "

That Stupid Edit...

Every other day in the lavish house of Markiplier's, was usually loud and exciting. There was always stuff to be done, and new goals were being made as if they were seconds on the clock. However today was different, Mark and the gals were going out for a lunch date. Mark wanted to do something special for them, and he decided to treat Chica to a lovely grooming session at ' Biscuits And Bows ' pet salon. Ethan and Tyler would be stuck at home for most of the day. Ethan had a nasty heap of editing to do, while Tyler agreed to clean up the house. 

Ethan's skinny legs stretched out in front of him, gently pushing off the wall as he slid back in his big office spinny chair. He then reached his arms up and groaned softly in an attempt to yawn. He was met with a sudden gripping sensation around his thin wrists. Two big hands were holding the little blue boy's wrists above his head. Ethan looked up at Tyler and pouted. " Hey... Lemme go, Mark will be mad if I don't finish this sooner. " He relayed to the strong, and tall male behind his chair. 

Tyler smirked and squinted at the screen, " What kind of edit are you doing? " He simply asked, obviously ignoring the smaller males question. It was still fairly early for Tyler, he'd just awoken not but 35 minutes ago.

Ethan rolled his eyes, " It's for the next ' A Date With Markiplier ' video... " He said reluctantly. He tried to pull his wrists away from Tyler's grip, bit he definitely failed. Tyler's grip only got tighter, and more dominant as the skinny boy struggled.  " T-tyler, stop... Let go.." Ethan said a little more seriously. 

Tyler smiled and let go, " Aw, come on. I was only messin' with you. " Tyler said shrugging. He readjusted his grey beanie and walked towards the door. Once he was just about to exit the room a small yet deep voice was heard from Tyler's mouth once more. " .... Maybe..."

Ethan's cheeks went a slight pink as he heard this, but he shrugged it off. This edit was truly the main focus and Ethan wouldn't get distracted by Tyler's teasing. He rolled back up to the black modern matte finished desk. It's sleek design made everything pop, all the computer lights and gadgets all glowed in the shiny dim lit room. Ethan looked down briefly to position his hands on the keyboard. While he glanced down he noticed the hand imprints on his wrists were quite painful. Tyler really gripped on them hard. 

Tyler was in just the next room over, picking up clutter and such. He was distracted mentally and shoved the cleaning task over to his sub-conscious. His main mental cavity focused on how vulnerable, and little Ethan was at that moment. His tiny wrists were like breakable twigs in his hands. Oh how Tyler just wanted to take Ethan over his knee and show him who was indeed the boss. He wanted to prove to Ethan who was dominant... All those feelings would have to bottle up inside until he had Ethan right where he needed him...