Dog Teeth || Darkiplier and Jacksepticeye [Abuse and Smut]

Chapter Two

Because as long as he'd had them he'd use them to do bad things...

All Jack could dream of was Mark.
Them walking through the park together, holding hands, kissing, making love to each other.
Suddenly, Jack was pulled from his slumber when his body crashed to the floor.
"I leave for two hours and you fucking sleep. God, you're worthless." Jack felt his heart ache as daggers were thrown at him through the words. Jack got up before being thrown back onto the bed. "You think you'll get off the hook that easily?" Jack's eyes widened. "Get on your stomach." The demon commanded, unbuckling his pants. Jack felt anxiety course through his veins. He couldn't give himself to Dark like this, but he knew he couldn't overpower the demon.
He hesitantly flipped onto his stomach, Dark quickly pulling down his pants. Instead of prepping him, Dark pushed in roughly without any regard for the tears that began streaming down Jack's face as a breathy scream erupted from his throat. Dark quickly began thrusting his hips, grabbing onto Jack's waist so hard it'd surely leave blue and black fingerprints.
"Please s-stop!" Jack cried, reaching back to push the demon away.
"Fuck no... damn, you're so tight for me." Dark spanked him, "Say my name." He commanded. Jack shook his head. Dark spanked him once again, harder.
"Master..." Jack whined out.
"Louder."
"Master!" He cried, tears rolling down his face, unsure if he should feel pain or pleasure.
"Good boy..." Dark said as he leaned down to stroke Jack. Jack moaned at his actions, choosing to imagine Mari instead, however.
"Yes, master..."
Dark smiled at his submission, stroking faster as he felt the boy throb in his hand, signaling he was close. Dark moved faster and squeezed his hand tighter, pushing the Irishman over the edge. Jack came into his hand and all over the sheets with a sultry moan. Dark kept thrusting, having must more energy than a human.
"Master, it's too much, please!" Jack begged, pain shooting through his body because of overstimilation.
"C'mon, baby, I know you got more..." Dark said as he began stroking Jack again. Jack couldn't help now but let out breathy moans at the pleasure. As much as he didn't wanna admit it, Dark was very good at this.
Jack suddenly cried out when Dark hit his prostate. "Right there, master, please~!" Dark shifted and began bucking his hips once again, hitting the sensitive spot again. "Yes, master, harder!" Jack begged, pushing his hips back onto Dark, getting a deep groan from the alter ego.
"Fuck, you feel so good..." the demon praised, grabbing onto Jack's plump ass and squeezing it before pulling away and slapping it. "So tight for master, so beautiful..."
"More, master!" Jack's cock throbbed again in Dark's hand, and Dark felt his climax growing close as well. Dark stroked faster as his thrusts became more sloppy and rough.
"Fuck, you're gonna make master cum... cum in that tight, beautiful ass of yours... you'd like that wouldn't you?" Jack nodded as he moaned loudly.
"Cum for me, master..." He moaned, and that was enough to send both of them both over the edge, Dark especially. Dark buried himself deep into Jack's ass as he released, moaning loudly. "Yeah, just like that..." Jack said as he came down from his high. Dark's cock spurt more hot liquid into Jack's ass just from the words, moaning quieter as he began to coke down from his own high. He got up from the bed and walked out.
"Clean yourself off." Dark commanded as he left the room. Jack snapped back to reality when Dark told him that, realizing he didn't just have amazing sex with Mark.
Jack got up, pain shooting up his spine as he limped to the bathroom, getting in the shower. He turned on hot water, hoping it was a dream and he'd wake up. He stood for a moment, collecting all his thoughts before actually cleaning himself off. Once he was out of the shower, he went downstairs and was greeted with the sight of Dark eating an amazing meal, making Jack's stomach growl.
"Want some?" Dark asked. Maybe Mark wasn't all that gone. Jack nodded. "Make some, then." Maybe he was wrong. Jack just grabbed a protein bar and made his way back up the stairs to record.
After two hours of recording, he went down to make actual food. Perhaps if he treated Dark kindly, Mark would return. "Dark, I'm making food! Do you want anything?"
Dark came in with a glare on his face, "Shut the hell up," he commanded.
"Sorry..." Jack said quietly. Dark sat down.
"What are you making? At least your making yourself useful," Jack felt the sting in his words.
"Just beef and noodles..." Jack said quietly.
"Fine, I'll eat some." The words lightened the mood a bit, but not to the point where Jack felt safe talking while doing so.
When he thought about it, he was being sexually and verbally abused right now. Hopefully if wouldn't go any farther.
After another twenty minutes, the Irishman set a plate before the alter ego, and for a moment, he could've sworn he saw Mark's eyes.
The demon took a bite of the food cautiously, "Not bad..." he praised the younger one. Jack couldn't help but smile when Dark shoved his face full with the food he made.
Eventually, Jack sat down, too, and ate with Dark. There were no words said, but Jack made the situation bearable by just imagining Mark.
Imagining that sickly pale skin was caramel toned, picturing Mark's warm and gentle touch as his fingertips moved along his skin, gazing into chocolate eyes instead of those emotionless, cold-hearted eyes.
Dark looked up at him.
"Your behavior has been very good. You should be rewarded." He stated before taking another bite of the food.
"How am I rewarded?"
"I treat you like Mark would." Jack froze. His throat suddenly seemed to swell and his mind raced in a million ways. Treat him like Mark would...
Why couldn't he just give Mark back?