blood like gasoline » danti (reuploaded)

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a/n: guess who's in love with antisepticeye!!!!!! thats right its me bitch!!!!! i fuckn love my evil angery murder baby!!!!!!

lmao when he said "glitch bitch" and "fucking circles" i nutted

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"Dark, I hate this fuckin' outfit."

Anti stared at himself in the mirror, frowning at his body while he fiddled with his bow tie. He was dressed in a white button up which tucked into some tight, black slacks and his matching dress shoes were so glossy when he looked down, he could see his upset expression.

Dark came from the bathroom, shirtless and only dressed in his own pair of gray slacks. He looked Anti up and down, not even hiding the fact that his eyes lingered a bit too long on his perky ass.

"I think you look hot, but if you're uncomfortable then don't wear it," he shrugged, leaning his shoulder against the bathroom's doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest.

Anti's frowned deepened in thought, turning to the side and looking over his shoulder to admire his backside in the mirror, sighing sadly. He couldn't put his finger on what felt wrong but something did. He wanted to look good, but this outfit wasn't doing it.

"I mean it babe, wear whatever you makes you comfortable. I'm gonna finish getting ready and if I come back out and you're still in this damn outfit, I will rip it right off your pretty little body," Dark winked, backing into the bathroom.

He didn't have much left to do before he was finished, he only needed his button-up and jacket. The party was formal yet casual, but he couldn't go in there wearing the clothes he usually did, those were tattered and worn and stained with blood.

He buttoned up his shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone, he didn't want to look too professional, he still had his own set of standards. He slid on his gray suit jacket, leaving it open for now, he'd fix it before he left.

He exited the bathroom, running his fingers through his red hair, not really paying attention to his boyfriend at first. Laughing, he slowly turned to him, "Did you chan-"

His eyes were instantly drawn to red, a deep wine red. Those were red, lace panties and Anti was wearing said panties. And holy fuck, Dark might have a fucking heart attack.

Anti was bent over, ass exposed from his skirt falling upward as he pulled on a pair of thigh-highs over his long, curvy legs. The black tights contrasted beautifully against his milky skin and Dark wanted nothing more than to walk over there and touch him, so he did.

He came up behind Anti, gripping his hips tightly as the demon slowly stood up, pressing his back into Dark's chest. "Such a naughty boy for me," he whispered in his ear, nibbling on the shell, "wearing these slutty clothes, you're just asking for it, huh?"

A shiver rippled through Anti's spine as he tried to flatten his skirt but those exploring hands made it difficult. He leaned his head back on Dark's broad shoulder, lips parting to let out content sighs as he felt him up.

"Wanted to look pretty for you, Daddy," he breathed. He had to stifle a whimper when fingers brushed over his sensitive length, praying that he wouldn't get hard seeing as it'd be difficult to conceal in a skirt.

"Absolutely stunning," Dark growled, a hand grasping a handful of Anti's ass, "you're so lucky we have to leave soon, I'd take you right here if I could."

"Please," he whined, arching into him.

Dark nibbled on his neck, soaking in every tiny noise that left from the smaller demon's mouth. "I have an idea," he whispered, a devilish grin forming on his face, "get on the bed, kitten, hands and knees."