Dating Darkiplier

Part 2

Arin and Danny pulled a shaken Signe down from the bed. She took raspy breaths and clung to Danny's chest. Sean slid from the bed nook, staring at his wrists. Had it been a dream? A nightmare? Or something much worse? It had felt so real. Arin grasped his shoulders, asking with concern. "Jack? Are you alright?" Sean held out his wrists for Arin to see, telling in a slight panic. "Look..." Arin's hands dropped to his arms, looking them over closely and turning them over. After a moment, Arin raised an eyebrow, curiously asking. "What am I suppose to be looking at?" Sean's eyes widened and he raised his hands to Arin's eye level, stating out shakily. "You don't see the ash marks on my wrists?" Arin glanced at Danny, who rubbed Signe's back and shrugged back at Arin with nervous eyes. Sean looked between them. slowly lowering his wrists. They couldn't see it? Was he going crazy? 

Arin took a deep breath, his hands returning to Sean's shoulders as he told him gently. "Jack... I think you've been touring too much, buddy. Take a deep breath and try to relax. You just had a nightmare. It happens to the best of us." Danny nodded in agreement, adding in comfortingly. "Ya. A few days ago I had a nightmare about the bunk falling on me too. When you're not used to the tiny enclosed space, it gets into your head that's all." Sean let himself relax a little, but he could still clearly see the ash marks on his wrists. Arin's hands squeezed his shoulders, telling him seriously. "Go outside and get some fresh air. It will make you feel better. Ok?" Sean reluctantly made his way off the tour bus, stepping out into the cool night air. The fresh cold air felt good against his burning skin and filled his lungs. Already he felt calmer. Leaning back against the side of the bus, he looked up at night sky. Was he becoming claustrophobic? He knew that some fears developed later in life. Was this one of those fears?

Sean lowered his eyes to examine his wrists again. The marks were gone. Maybe he had been simply working too hard. Stressing himself out. Tilting his head back against the cold bus, he sighed loudly. Why had he been dreaming about Mark trying to kill him? The sexual part he got. Mark had kissed him and had gotten him all worked up... but the part where he suddenly tried to kill him? That just seemed to come out of nowhere. Sean slid down the bus and pulled out his phone. He just needed to relax. Fixing the earbuds in his ears, he scrolled to a channel that played the soft sound of falling rain on a twenty-four hour loop. It had always calmed him down before. Staring out at the beautiful mix of colored city lights against the clear dark night, he tried to rationalize bits of his dream. He wondered what it would mean if he had someone interpret it. When he recalled the chilling deep voice Mark had used in his dream.

Becoming lost in thought a moment, Sean started flipping through his phone. Scrolling through Mark's videos, he tried to recall where he had heard Mark talk like that. His finger stopped on the Markiplier TV video. Sean stared hard at the thumbnail, then skimmed through the video until he heard it again. His dream had cast the man in dark shadows... but now that he looked at him it all became so clear. The black tie he had been blindfolded with. The ash like handprints that had turned his wrists grey. That deep voice. The man in his dream hadn't been Mark, but Darkiplier. Shaking his head, he grumbled out to himself in a low voice. "Great... I'm having nightmares about Dark now?" Sean shook his head, raising his phone a bit higher to go back to his calming rain sounds. Why was he having nightmares about Darkiplier? His only conclusion was that he had been overworking himself.

That had to be the reason. His cheeks turned a bright pink and he shifted uncomfortably as a possible second option came to mind. It was possible that Mark's kiss had gotten him so turned on that he had subconsciously been thinking about a bad boy version of Mark. A Mark that was more commanding and full of strong sexual desire.  A man that would take him to quench his lust, over sweetly cuddling with him. The more he thought about it, the more he could see why Dark had slipped in. Mark was the type of man you took home to meet your parents. Dark was the type of man that you prayed your parents would never find out about. Sean couldn't deny that in his youth, his rebellious side would have jumped for a man like Dark over Mark in a heartbeat. A bad boy was fun, but a good boy was stable. Although, it didn't hurt to think about a bad boy, right?