Dating Darkiplier

Part 31

Sean took a deep breath, trying to shake off the torn feelings he had about watching this. Was this qualified as a type of perversion? I mean... It was just them from the past... right? Young Dark slid Anti up the wall a bit by his throat and crotch, which caught Anti by surprise. Anti's hands left young Dark's chest to dig his nails into the wall for support... when his hand slipped into the mouth of a gargoyle statue by the fireplace. Sean shuffled his feet nervously at the sound of the soft 'click,' watching the wall Anti was on give in. Young Dark released Anti and broke the kiss as Anti fell backward into the room. Anti barely turned in time to land on all fours like a cat, before taking in the room with a start. Young Dark stood unfazed, watching Anti closely with curiosity. Sean glanced over his own shoulder to tell his Dark casually. "So, you always had that room?" Dark gave him a simple shrug, upon answering dryly. "My collection has grown over the centuries... but the room was always there. I built it and the fireplace. Nothing like them had ever been seen in this time."

Sean narrowed his eyes on Dark, grumbling out. "Why do I feel like the torture in the dark ages was your invention too..." Sean meant to brush off the question without an answer. When Dark answered in a serious tone. "It was called the 'Dark' ages because of me. Where do you think all those dragon legends came from?" Sean shivered from a sudden cold chill that ran down his back. He loved dragons more than any other mythical creature... and it was just another slap that it was based off Darkiplier. He could see it. Dark's hard skin, his horns, and his strength. Trying to focus on the memory, Sean straightened up with a silent inhale. Anti slowly rose to his feet, looking around the almost empty room as he chuckled to young Dark. "Nice room. These your toys?" Young Dark didn't answer. Anti walked around the room, tapping hanging items as he passed them. Anti only stopped to run a finger over a high back throne chair in the center of the room. Sean tensed as he recognized it. Anti leaned on it, drumming his nails on the dark wood, while asking young Dark with lusty eyes. "You like to watch?"

Young Dark took a single step into the room, retorting in a defensive tone. "Sometimes. Depends on the victim. Some require more attention then others." Anti's tail swung intrigued at his hip level, his eyes flashing a bright green as he asked young Dark with a wicked sharp toothed grin. "And for a victim like me? Would you watch me?" Young Dark removed a bundle of red rope, before replying just as wickedly. "Closely." Anti's tail wagged excitedly, otherwise he didn't move. Young Dark took a cautious step closer to Anti, unraveling the rope as he whispered out to him calmly. "You want to see if you can handle it?" Anti's eyes stopped flashing green and stayed green for a long time. Sean curiously glanced back at his Dark, asking him softly. "Why does his eyes do that? Do you know?" Dark moved closer to Sean, replying coolly. "I told you that Anti has many talents. His eyes are one of his best features. He doesn't just see future events with them. They also can paralyze his enemies in fear. He is a predator remember. It is how he survives. However... You've seen my eyes and that seems to cancel out his effect."

Sean huffed, watching Anti tense as he seemed to realize that young Dark was still moving toward him. Young Dark stopped, grinning as he uttered out teasingly. "You're not scared, are you?" Anti straightened off the chair and vanished. Young Dark felt the wind pass him and turned to face Anti as he reappeared behind him. Anti cocked his head playfully, seconds before he kicked young Dark hard in the chest. Young Dark had no time to react and was kicked back into his throne chair. The throne chair started to fall backward from young Dark's impact, but Anti zipped forward to grab the arms and slam the chair back into place. Sean rubbed his arms, mumbling out. "He can teleport apparently too..." Dark chuckled behind him, retorting over his shoulder. "No. He can't. It only looks like that. He's just really fast." Young Dark snatched Anti by the throat, holding him close. Anti gladly leaned over the chair, his thin tail rising to wag playfully behind him. After a few seconds of calm, Anti purred out to young Dark sinisterly. "Do I look scared to you?"