blood like gasoline » danti (reuploaded)

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a/n: ✨jack hinted at a dark/anti collab n im about to have a fucking stroke✨

✨also cant believe he fuckign brought back canon anti im killign myslef✨

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The days leading up to Dark's new job were stressful. He was trying to change himself to become a "better demon," as Dark put it, which meant he was more violent and constantly angry. None of this was aimed at Anti, no he sat on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and sipped at his warm coffee, as he watched his boyfriend yell at their houseplant.

"You could do better," Anti commented, gaining Dark's attention, though he didn't turn to face him, "you're not scary enough. If you can't make me terrified of you, no powerful demon is gonna be either."

Dark growled, sucking in a breath and yelled some unintelligible language that Anti never cared to learn, probably Latin. He still wasn't scary enough for Anti, but then again, the anger wasn't directed towards him. But maybe if it was...

Anti yawned loudly, making sure Dark heard and he had to told back a snicker when he saw him stiffen. Still without turning around, Dark spoke, his voice low and saturated with irritation.

"What, Anti?" he was breathing heavy, trying not to lash out, but the glitchy demon wanted to push his buttons.

"Oh, it's...nothing," he giggled, playing with the hem of the blanket.

There was a loud smash, their potted plant was thrown to the ground, covering their hardwood in broken shards of ceramic and soil. Dark turned around practically fuming, even his eyes were slowly melting to black. He stalked up to Anti, fists by his sides and clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. If he was a cartoon, he'd have steam pouring from his ears and the smaller demon let out another laugh at his own imagination.

That ticked Dark off, he roughly yanked him up by the arm until they were face to face. Anti could feel the rage radiating from him, and his instincts were telling him to cower away in fear but he didn't.

"What's so fucking funny?" he snarled, tightening his grip around his arm.

Anti wanted to yelp, the pain surging through him from Dark's strong hand but he was too stubborn to back down now. "You," his eyes were narrowed in pain but he played it off as being snarky.

The atmosphere changed drastically, Dark was fuming, lips curled into a snarl and Anti's grin disappeared. He went to say something that would hopefully defuse the ticking time bomb that was Dark, when he was suddenly thrown into the wall. His head spun from the slam, not catching Dark unclasping his belt, pulling it out from the loops of his jeans.

Anti finally snapped out of his haze when he felt hands on him, he blinked several times, looking down at Dark who was fumbling with his pants.

"D-Dark?" Anti questioned, head wobbling a bit. "What are you do-doing?"

He didn't respond, just pushed his jeans and boxers down then flipped him so his face was pressed into the wall. Cool leather brushed his skin and he shivered, fear creeping up his spine but also anticipation. Pain and fear went hand-in-hand and both excited the shit out of him, he couldn't help it.

"Please don't! I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't mean it," he begged half-heartedly, "don't hurt me please, Dark."

An elbow jabbed against his spine, causing him to groan and bang into the wall, the air getting knocked out of his lungs. "You'll shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you," Dark sneered.

He could hear Dark shuffling behind him and the clinking of his belt as he moved. A hand came down to his ass, squeezing and thumb stroking his pale flesh before slapping him lightly. He flinched, knowing that wasn't even the worst to come.