Dating Darkiplier

Part 20

Dark stood by the bed watching Sean drift off. His charm had worked perfectly. The more of the candy Sean ate, the more he would crave him. He had known it would work. Anti had a big sweet tooth in the times he had known him. It only made sense that his future reincarnated vessel would have the same initial cravings. He wasn't taking any chances this time around. He had lost Anti, He wasn't going to loose Sean. Not this time around. Dark loomed over Sean, reaching out his hand to brush his knuckles down Sean's warm cheek. When Sean didn't stir from his sleep, Dark smiled. Sean was sleeping deep now. Part of the charms effect. It put him under quickly and left Sean open to his suggestion both mentally and physically.  A soft 'bang' of something in the kitchen, drew Dark's cold gaze to the open door.  He wanted to kill her, but he had seen what Sean was like when he had thought she was dead. It wasn't the same. He wanted him to come to willingly. Sean wasn't Anti. A show of force only pushed him away. So, he had to be subtle. 

Raising his free hand, Dark slowly gestured his hand to the side and the door followed in suite. Slowly closing with a soft 'click.' Then clenching his fist, the door locked. Once it was locked, he turned his attention back down on Sean. This way he hoped that Sean wouldn't be woken up by... her. It was bad enough that she dangled Sean in front of him, but it was clear that Sean's attention was drifting. All he had to do was get behind Sean and exhale his gas hard enough to infect Sean's system. Sending his mind into a whirl of lustful fog. It was a risk... but Sean had been looking for him. Had been thinking about him. So, he wanted to see where his mind would take him. Hearing him say his true name was all he needed to hear. He had gotten under Sean's skin and he was going to stay there. Sliding his hand under Sean's bangs, Dark leaned over him to kiss his soft lips. The lustful gas of his breath streaming from his mouth like heat waves. He couldn't help it. The more turned on he was the more his body naturally wanted to help his partner drown in it. 

During the kiss, Dark closed his eyes and tried to dream walk into Sean's dream. He was good at a lot of things... but when it came to dream walking... he wasn't very good at it. His talents were more... forceful and direct. Prying his lips from Sean's, Dark sighed with frustration. It wasn't working. He still couldn't do it. It didn't make sense! He had the will power and yet he was always denied the gift. Straightening up, Dark stared down at Sean and muttered out under his breath.  "Natemare..." Behind him, Dark felt the swirl of energy as a mist rippled over the floor. A sudden carefree voice behind him, proudly stated out. "I know it must really piss you off that you can't do it... but face it. You can't do everything on your own." A deep growl left Dark's throat, but Natemare simply brushed it off coolly as he added quickly. "Now come on. Don't be like that. I said I'd help you, didn't I?" Dark reluctantly side-stepped as Natemare stepped up beside him. Natemare was dressed in a black suit with a deep purple long sleeve shirt with a black vest. From Natemare's eyes to his jaw were long purplish blue lines that he bore proudly like war paint. 

Natemare tilted his head enough that it caused his long dark bangs to fall away from one of his eyes. Revealing a bright purple iris that stood out among his dark eyeshadow. Dark hated relying on others for anything. However, Natemare had been his right-handed man back in the day. So, he trusted him a lot more than anyone else he knew. Natemare's lips curled into a warm smile as he stared down at Sean and calmly said aloud mostly to himself.  "I'll never get over how different he looks. I'm so used to seeing him with..."  Natemare gestured with his hands to form horns on his head and a long tail. Dark shifted uncomfortably, grumbling out darkly. "Natemare, focus. Are you going to help or not." Natemare jerked his head a little to remove the bangs away from his eyes, before answering smoothly.  "Alright. Alright. Keep your horns on. Just give me a minute. This shit ain't easy you know." Natemare yanked up his sleeves, then leaned in to place one of his hands to Sean's forehead. Dark watched Natemare's eyes glaze over with a purple flame as he looked into what Sean was dreaming about.  

The images dancing before his eyes went by too quick and were too small for Dark to see for himself. He envied Natemare's gift. He'd kill him if it gave him the ability... but he was sure that it didn't work that way. Besides... Good help was hard to find and through everything... Natemare was good with contracts and interrogations where brute force failed. Dark gritted his teeth at the contact between Natemare and Sean. Sean was his! He tried to fight back his jealousy, when Natemare suddenly let out a chuckle. Dark clenched his fists, locking eyes on Natemare's spaced out facial features. Natemare didn't look at him, but told him wickedly.  "Oh, you are going to love this one." Dark rolled his eyes with irritation. He hated when Natemare teased him like this on purpose. Natemare blindly raised a hand up to Dark's forehead, telling him in a sudden serious tone.  "Alright. Get ready. And remember... Don't kill him or hurt him. Otherwise, you'll kill or hurt him in real life. Got it? Anyone else you kill in his dream is fine. They are just figments of his imagination."  

Dark acknowledged it.  He already knew that. It was the only reason 'SHE' was still alive. Dark watched Natemare's hand on Sean ignite in a soft purple flame. After another second, the hand on his forehead ignited too and Dark felt himself drawn into the fire and out into Sean's dream. Dark wasn't sure what he would be walking into to, but he was excited to see how far he could go with Sean. He hoped it would be for awhile since he had locked the door. What he saw in Sean's dream though was not what he was prepared for in the slightest! However, he was very interested to see where this was going. Dark was shackled back against a wall in a grey dungeon. He was sure from the look that he had ruled in a castle like this at some point in time. It looked VERY familiar. Was Sean subconsciously remembering bits from his previous life as Anti? Anti used to find fun in torturing his prisoners. Giving them a little scare now and then. Dark glanced around the dungeon trying to figure out why Sean was dreaming about this... When he spotted him.  

Sean was standing in the shadows. Sean menacingly stepped out into the dim candlelight when their eyes met and Dark's heart skipped a beat. For a brief moment, Dark couldn't tell if he was looking at Anti... Or Sean. Sean was shirtless wearing a pair of torn tight black jeans that hung off his narrow waist quite seductively. Jet black gauges were nestled in his ears with a look to match. A look of confidence and pure sin. Dark tilted his head back to rest it on the cold stone wall contently. He kind of liked this look on Sean. Sean's eyes narrowed on his as he crossed the room, asking him in a low threatening voice. "What are you smirking at?" Dark relaxed against the wall more comfortably, answering in a low husky voice.  "I'm not sure yet. Can I ask what it is exactly that I did to deserve this?" Sean scoffed. Walking slowly across the room like a predator that had its prey cornered. Sean answered in a smug tone, his ice blue eyes locked on him.  "Does it matter? You're not going anywhere." Dark raised an eyebrow, his glace drifting to a table that materialized out of nowhere.  

The contents of the table were clouded over in a fuzzy black fog. A darkness that Dark could not see through because it was simply an empty thought. Sean didn't know what was on the table yet. He hadn't dreamed it into existence yet. Sean moved to the table, his hands resting casually on it as the dark fog slowly edged away from him. Dark didn't care for whatever tools Sean was thinking up. His focus was on the backside of Sean. Sean's skin was as smooth looking as cream. It had him dying to taste him. To see those tight pants hiding more of his skin was cruel. He wanted to shred them off him. He was trying to be patient. To let Sean have control like always. Until he saw, Natemare appear beside Sean. Sean couldn't seem to see him though. Natemare removed a long slender green chain from his pocket and wrapped it around Sean's waist like a belt. Only this belt let a strand hang loose like a long green tail. The chain teasing curled around Sean's leg as he shifted from foot to foot in thought. Distracted by the table and the stuff on it. Natemare was screwing with him! He knew how that would effect him! He had a chain kink. He loved trying to chain something so pure down... only Sean now looked anything except for contained!  

Dark tugged on the restraints. Enough was enough. He was going to take over this dream and get Natemare out. To his horror though... the shackles on him didn't break and he was powerless. Natemare chuckled to him, playfully stating out. "It's not fun if you're always in control, Darkiplier. So... I may have fixed that. Enjoy yourself. Bye." Natemare vanished with a smile, leaving Dark powerless in Sean's dream until Sean wakes up... Eventually. Dark had never felt so vulnerable and out of control. Tugging harder on the restraints, he stopped only when Sean strolled up to him, asking him smugly. "Something wrong, Dark? you suddenly seem so nervous. Don't you want to play with me?"  To Be Continued...