Dating Darkiplier

Part 6

Sean turned his head away to try and avoid Dark's advances. Only to end up exposing more of his neck. Dark's fingers sought out his nipples, teasing them over his shirt as he purred into his ear. "Shall I see if the same trick will break you, Sean?" Sean released the arms of the chair to grab Dark's wrists desperately. He squeezed Dark's wrists with all the strength he had, trying to pull them away from his pecks. It was useless. Dark was unmovable. Dark didn't even notice the death grip on his wrists. Sean pulled his knees up, thinking that maybe he could scoot out from under Dark's arms. He slumped lower in the chair, trying to ignore the way Dark's tongue probed in his pierced earlobe suggestively. He managed to scoot down enough that his back was laying across the seat of the recliner, when Dark's hand moved from one of his pecks to his throat. 

Dark took ahold of his throat rather carefully, pulling him back into the seat properly. He thought Dark would be mad at him. Instead, Dark pressed his lips to his ear, whispering so softly in a deep voice. "I discovered a long time ago that torture doesn't have to be all about pain. Breaking someone's body is too easy. To break someone mentally is far more satisfying." Sean's breath hitched, having no choice but to sit still. Dark's fingers stroked the vein on his throat, telling him bluntly. "Mark was scared of the feelings you had for him. He loved you like a baby brother... but that isn't how you saw him. Was it?" Sean refused to answer. Dark could say whatever he wanted. It didn't make it true. Dark chuckled, then took a long inhale close to his neck, before uttering out a little muffled against his shoulder. "I can smell the desire in your heart. It rolls off you like perfume. I broke Mark with my memory of Anti... You wanna see?"

Sean shook his head. The recliner under him vanished, causing Sean to drop roughly to the floor, but Dark still had him by the throat. Dark pulled him to his feet, turning him around and wrapping an arm around his waist to hold him back against his chest. Sean panted heavily, still pathetically grabbing Dark's wrists. Dark moved his hand off his throat to grab his jaw, forcing him to look at the large gothic bed. Sean wanted to close his eyes, until he saw an image of Mark materialize on the bed. Mark was gagged and handcuffed to the bed. Mark was watching something and crying out in muffled moans. In Sean's ear, Dark quietly whispered to him smugly. "Keep in mind that Anti is nothing more than a memory from my past. An illusion as real as you or me." Sean was barely listening as he watched a figure appear at the foot of the bed. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The figure looked similar to him, but with some very big differences. Anti hand long thick green horns from his head like a dragon. His hands appeared to be blackened from burns with long sharp black nails. A long thin black pointed tail with a green tip swayed behind him and then curled around the bedpost. Anti grinned down at Mark, flashing sharp teeth and a forked green tongue that flicked out like a snake. Anti leaned his shoulder against the bedpost, a purr leaving him that sounded more like an engine, than any form of cat. Anti's neck had a brutal looking scar across his throat that bled as he moved. The scariest thing he noticed was his eyes. Anti's left eye was glowing a bright green, while his right eye was missing. The empty eye socket bled just as much as his throat. Anti reached up to scratch his long pointed ear a minute, then lowered down on all fours.

Sean couldn't look away and he felt Dark's breathing become steady. Almost wispy... Dark was attracted to Anti looking like THAT? Anti's tail released the bedpost, snapping through the air like a whip as he crawled closer to Mark menacingly. Mark jerked against the restraints as Anti's long tongue slid out of his mouth to taste Mark's stomach. Dark's hand started to slip under Sean's shirt, seeking out his stomach to stroke more of his flesh. Sean tugged against Dark's grip, his eyes still on Anti. Anti didn't touch Mark... with his hands, or even his legs. Anti crawled over Mark, leaning in to bite the gag off his face. Mark spit it out, then regretted it as Anti claimed his lips in an aggressive kiss. Mark arched back on the bed and Sean swallowed in horror. Anti was suffocating Mark with his tongue! When Anti broke the kiss, retracting his long tongue, Mark gasped loudly for air.