Need

Finished on December 9th, 2018. Main pairing is Anti/Darkiplier with implied Darkiplier/Wilford Warfstache. Mostly consists of explicit sexual content.

Characters do not belong to me. Enjoy!

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When Anti says he's in heat, Dark doesn't ask how that's possible. He's always assumed Anti was some kind of supernatural demon thing and just didn't question it much, since the green-haired ego lashes out at anyone who asks.

But now, faced with the long, wet, bright green tentacle wriggling in front of his face, Dark wonders if maybe he should've asked more questions.

"Anti," he huffs, "I can't do this if you don't stop moving that thing."

Anti glares down at him, but the intimidating effect is ruined with the dark green blush staining his cheeks. "That thing moves on its own," he retorts, "and I can't control it for shit."

Dark narrows his eyes in annoyance. "Well, I'm not going to choke myself trying to suck on it." As he says that, the tentacle lightly whaps him in the face, prompting Dark to rear back as Anti snickers. The dark-haired ego stands up then. "Try to take this seriously, will you?"

Anti grins, baring his sharp white teeth. "Y'know, you don't have to suck it to help me out here."

Dark folds his arms, leaning against the table behind him. "You want to put it in me," he realizes. Anti, for some reason, bursts out giggling at his flat statement, but eventually gets himself under control.

"Yeah, if you wanna put it that way." He cocks his head curiously, giving Dark a look that's both suggestive and hopeful. "Can I?"

Dark gives him a long, considering look. On the one hand, he's unfamiliar with this strange anatomy that Anti has and doesn't know what it's capable of doing. On the other hand, he's curious to know exactly what it does, what it feels like, and he's still half-hard from all the foreplay Anti used to rile him up in the first place.

He unfolds his arms. "Yes, but...go slow."

Anti's eyes literally light up, the neon green orbs becoming brighter in their black sockets. Grinning madly, he moves closer until he's straddling Dark, pinning him against the table that Dark's leaning his hands on. Without warning, Anti slips off his own belt and shoves down his jeans all the way, not bothering to take them off completely. Dark, for his part, licks his lips and watches intently, noticing how the younger ego's, uh, member, seems to swell in size with his arousal. His breath comes out more shaky than before at the thought of it inside him, stretching him open and filling him up.

"Hurry up," Dark orders. Anti's grin widens as he does the work unbuttoning Dark's trousers and tugging them down to his feet, making Dark lift up each one to get the fabric off completely.

"Thought you said go slow?" Anti murmurs, right near his ear. Dark shudders in response.

"Not that slow."

With both of their pants off now, Anti lifts the older ego's legs up and hitches them over his shoulders, forcing Dark to lie back against the wooden table. He winces at the discomfort, but suddenly the pain disappears as he smells something penetrate the air, something very...enticing. He's barely aware of Anti's fingers entering and moving inside him, stretching him out carefully, as the thick scent of arousal overcomes his senses. Dark gasps at how powerful it is, making his own arousal stiffen in response. "Anti, what--what is that?"

"Hmm?" Anti barely looks up from fingering him. "Oh, that smell? Pheromones."

Dark's whole body shudders, his mouth dropping as the pheromones wash over him, his nerves buzzing with pleasure. The more Anti stretches him out, the more he forces Dark's legs apart until they're slipping off his shoulders, making Dark's thighs tremble with the effort to keep them suspended. Anti grins and, out of curiosity, leans forward to nip at the pale gray skin. Dark jumps in surprise, but doesn't tell him to stop. He doesn't say anything, actually, even when Anti sinks his teeth in deeper, just enough to leave a bite mark. "Feeling good?"