Danti ( Anti Septiplier ) - One Shots

Antiseptiplier One Shot - 21

No One's POV.
The lights flickered and Jack glanced at the lamp next to the couch. Leaning closer to it, he inspected the flashing light bulb, tapping it gently. The TV then flicked off and Anti appeared in front of him.

Jack stared at the demon, seeing a twisted, happy grin in his expression. Anti then quickly hid behind the couch and giggled for a few seconds. Jack opened his mouth to say something, but he then saw the lights flicker and Dark appear in his living room as well.

With widening eyes, Jack dropped his phone on the floor and stared at the taller demon that stood before him, somehow refraining any possible laughter to escape his throat. Dark spoke in anger, his hands now formed into black claws while his eyes were lit aflame in a bright red aura, "Where the fuck is he?!" Jack jerked at Dark's voice, noticing he was looking at him now. But, Jack couldn't give Dark a clear answer. "I-I..h-h-he-" Jack stammered and saw Dark's hatred deepen.

Removing his gaze from Jack's shaking form, Dark growled out, "Get your fucking ass out here, Anti! Or I'll drown this sack of shit!" Jack pressed his back into the couch and practically became a terrified turtle. And as the Irish man pulled the blanket over his head, he gasped and glanced up to see Dark looming over him....not a single strand of black hair on his head...

Jack squirmed, realizing what was happening, and began to cling desperately to the couch like a cat. Dark slid his arm around Jack's waist and began to tug while a blanket was thrown at him. "Oh god, please no!" Jack pleaded, grabbing a pillow with one hand as his other held on to the back of the couch. "NO! Mark-HELP! No-no-no-no-no-no! Please-MARK!" Screaming, Jack drew back his arm and slammed the pillow into Dark's face.

Dark threw it to the floor and used both arms to rip Jack off of the couch, sending the man skidding across the floor. And with a loud thud, the couch tipped over at Dark's feet. "He's gonna die unless you come out, you little shit!" Dark said through gritted teeth as he neared Jack again. "No-Dark please!" Jack then began to flail and attempt to get away, failing rather quickly as Dark pinned him down effortlessly.

Opening his mouth again, Jack tried to scream, but then felt Dark's cold hand silence him. Jack placed his hands on Dark's arm and pulled at the demon's skin, panicking. A wound ripped open on Dark's hand, pouring a thick flow of blood into Jack's mouth, making him choke and cough. Kicking his legs, Jack strained wildly against Dark's force, but only felt his throat begin to act like a pipe while pain grew in his lungs.

"DARK STOP!" Turning his head sharply to the side, Dark's eyes squinted. Mark held a red velvet bag near a lit lighter in his hands and stared at Dark with warning. Dark suddenly lifted his hand from Jack's mouth and stood up, his hair regrowing from smoke. "You wouldn't dare," Dark said, watching the small flame inch a tiny bit closer to the bag. "Don't test me, Dark," Mark said and glanced at Jack, who was on his side hacking up blood. "What'd you do to him?!" Demanding an answer, Mark drew the flame closer to the velvet sack.

Sighing through his nose, Dark spoke in a more calm, but aggravated manner, "A spell," Mark furrowed his eye brows and watched the demon's claws slowly fade back to fingers on his hand. "A spell for what?" With unsettlement, Mark shifted from foot to foot and darted his gaze from Dark to Jack. "Binding..." Dark replied and then heard a snicker come from behind the couch.

Dark suddenly forgot about Mark's presence in the room and saw Anti pop his head up from his hiding place. Smirking, Anti disappeared, then re-appeared, this time pinned against the wall with Dark's hand clenched around his throat. "You're not leaving," Dark whispered and saw Anti smile widely. "You're just jealous that I fucked Ethan instead of you~" Anti cooed, watching Dark's eyes fill fury again.

Pausing, Mark and Jack turned to Anti in shock, having recuperated enough to pay attention to what the demons where saying. "Oh please! Don't tell me you're that surprised! He wanted to fuck me ever since he first saw Jack," Grinning, Anti winced as Dark slammed his head back into the wall. "That whore will burn!" Dark sneered and Anti laughed. "And ooh...Tyler gave in so easily. In fact, he said he'd do it for Ethan,"

Anti watched as Dark shook his head and seemed to refuse what he had heard. He then revealed the blade from his pocket and rested the tip on Anti's chest. "Go ahead," Anti encouraged before quieting his tone, "or is there something stopping you?" Dark didn't look at Anti now, but rather the metal blade he held. "*Sigh* Admit it, you've got the hots for me, don't you, Darky?" Anti asked sweetly and saw Dark refrain from moving his gaze. His cheery demeanor quickly faded and in return was replaced with annoyance. "Darky, you either do something now I'll f-"

Pressing his lips against Anti's, Dark dropped the knife and let go of Anti's neck. Both demons closed their eyes and began to explore each other's mouths. Anti groaned, feeling Dark's hands run behind him and grab his ass. Dark then bit down on Anti's face before pulling back. Hissing, Anti opened his eyes to stare back into Dark's with a grin. Bloody teeth marks now lined the perimeter of Anti's lips and bled as he licked them.

"Did I really stir up that much in you?" Anti asked and became aware of their position. Dark breathed and remained silent as Anti smirked. "Damn..." Wrapping his arms around Dark's neck, Anti leaned closer to Dark. "You better be good in bed," Anti teased and smiled with growing lust.

Gagging, Jack vomited immensely while the demons disappeared. "You okay?" Mark asked, seeing Jack wince and hold his stomach as he shook his head with misery. "I'll get the bucket from under the sink, alright?" Mark asked before standing up to retrieve the empty bucket. Not bothering to answer, Jack blinked back the tears that were caused by the burning pain in his throat.

Mark returned and slowly got Jack off of the floor to sit him down on one of the dining room chairs. "T-Thank you," Jack whispered, then saw Mark gather cleaning supplies. "Your welcome, baby," Mark said sweetly and kissed Jack's forehead before kneeling down to clean up the blood and vomit so it wouldn't stain the wood.

And after flipping the couch back over, Mark and Jack sat down, a fluffy blanket bundling them together while they began watch TV. But, around an hour later, Dark and Anti returned to watch horror movies, hands clasped together in a hidden happiness.

- The End -