Sean felt his body giving in to Dark's illusion. He was playing off his heart's desire and Sean couldn't find the strength to resist it. He knew it was Dark... but his heart was blinded. All he saw was Mark. His soft loving lips baited him into the kiss. Feeding the idea that Mark was truly here. Sean relaxed against him, leaving himself vulnerable to him. His mind screamed and lashed out, but his heart wasn't willing to accept reason. He loved Mark too much. Even if he had broken his heart... he was here now. He understood that he had been afraid. Had been trying to protect him or was just afraid of falling without the courage that had been torn from him. He could be with him now. A tear fell down Sean's cheek as his mind tried to wash the illusion from his eyes... but Mark was here. That's all he saw. Dark brushed the tear off his cheek with his thumb. Dark spoke in Mark's voice, but it had a deep echo to it. "Jack, I love you." Sean pressed his forehead to Dark's neck, his heart skipping at the sound of Mark's familiar voice.
Dark's fingers stroked his ear, while his other hand fondled his crotch more possessively. Sean swallowed hard, barely able to catch his breath. Dark had him under his command and he knew it. Sean turned into Dark's chest, snuggling closer to him. Dark pushed him back by his neck and crotch, pinning up against one of the posts of the bed. Sean whined softly, breathlessly whispering over Dark's bare shoulder. "Am I dreaming?" Dark's hand carefully caressed his neck, tilting Sean's chin up to whisper over his lips in Mark's buttery voice. "No. I'm just what you want me to be." Sean narrowed his eyes on Dark, asking curiously. "What do you mean?" Dark didn't answer, he just kissed him again. Sean parted his lips, letting Dark's tongue slip in to slide over his tongue erotically. The longer the kiss went on, the harder his cock got in Dark's warm caressing hand. Sean eventually got so hard that he couldn't stand still. He began to shift his weight from foot to foot and moaned into Dark's mouth longingly. Dark's hand left Sean's throat, ghosting his knuckles down Sean's exposed side slowly. Savoring every curve down to his hip.
Sean's arms moved back to grab the post of the bed, clawing at it as his body reacted to the way Dark's knuckles brushed over one of his nipples. Every knuckle of Dark's fingers grazed over it, making it hard enough to cut glass. Sean broke the kiss to gasp for air, staring up at the ceiling to try and calm down. However, nothing stopped Dark from kissing a trail down his neck to his hard nipple. The second his lips kissed it; Sean let out a loud moan. His body didn't feel like his anymore. It was being compliant with who it believed to be Mark. Behind him on the bed, young Dark grunted like a snarling animal. Sean wanted to look but couldn't. All he could do was listen to the way Anti's voice distorted with a mix of giggles and sharp moans. Without warning, a hand grabbed his wrist from the bed and Sean screamed in fright. Dark jerked away from Sean and Sean twisted around to see who had pinned his wrist to the post. Anti. Anti's hands had spread out to grasp the posts to keep himself from being fucked off the bed.
Sean tried to yank his hand back, when Anti's head turned in his direction and his eyes turned a bright green. A wicked grin spread over Anti's face and he chuckled through powerful thrusts. Sean's blood turned to ice. Anti could see him? This was supposed to be a memory. Anti shouldn't be able to see him! Anti's long talon nails pierced his flesh and Sean watched a green liquid shoot up his veins. Anti then said aloud to him in a giggly voice, before letting him go. "Kill him!" Sean glanced at young Dark. He didn't seem to hear Anti. He glanced at his Dark and saw that his Mark illusion was gone. Dark was staring at the memory in shock. Turning to Sean, his Dark asked him seriously. "What did he say to you?! Tell me!" Sean staggered away from the bed, then fell to his knees as the green liquid ran up his left arm, causing his left eye to only see a solid green color? From the eye, he started seeing bits of rapid memory from Anti.
He saw young Dark meeting up with kings to distract them, while Anti crept out of the shadows to assassinate them. Cutting their throats with the same knife that Dark had used to carve the 'D' into his lower back. Time and Time again, Anti killed for Dark until he was the last King standing. When the previous kings' armies tried to seek vengeance, Dark destroyed them with the simple crack of his neck. Sending legions up in flames. Dark sought out the strongest castle on a high hill to overlook the snowy wastelands for miles in all directions. He chose a crown of blackened iron from the melted crowns of the fallen kings and crystalized their blood into the red roses that adorned it. Anti found it amusing that he picked the rose as his symbol of power. For he had managed to find a rose in the castle garden that didn't require sunlight to bloom. He told him that it symbolized a strange beauty. It was beautiful and dangerous. It was a survivor in even the heart of this endless winter. He had told Anti that his enemies would underestimate him by his alluring beauty. Overlooking the thorns he had waiting for them beneath his frosted leaves. After that, Anti compared him to a blood red rose in winter. He was a King as cold as the snow and just as beautiful.
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Dating Darkiplier
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