My Little Darkling Wolf

"Mr. Tough Guy"

Dark's pov

~after school~

I sighed when I got home. I tossed my bag down and I saw my older brother, Mark. Yes the Markiplier is my older brother. "Hey Darki!" He yelled seeing me. "Hey Mark." I said looking at him. I had a smile on my face.

Mark's ears twitched and he sniffed me for a second. "You're in love aren't you?" "What, no!" I protested. "Oh come on Dark, who's the lucky boy?!" He said looking at me. Yes he knows I'm gay. His cat ears were showing he was happy.

"It's a freshman at my school. I met him briefly yesterday night when I was leaving mom's house." I explained. "Oh my little closeted brother is finally trying to get someone!!!" Mark squealed.

"Shut up." I said sounding like I was going to beat him up. "Oh you won't beat me up because you're to soft for that." Mark said with a chuckle. I was about to protest but I sighed. "I hate you." "Aww is little Darki flustered? Just tell me who he is." He said whining.

"I'm not telling you bitch." I said to him acting tough. "Okay 'Mr. Tough guy.' Sure I'm the bitch." Mark said doing air quotes. I pouted at him then stormed off to my room. I heard a knock on my bedroom door an hour later. "Hey Dark, someone's here for you!" Mark said happily.

"Who is it?" I asked. "Is he actually up...?" I heard Wilford's voice. How did he know that I lived here? "He's up. I know this because I'm his brother. Dark if you don't open this door I'm going to come in!" Mark said.

Crap I need to get some clothes on. "In a minute.. I need to get dressed!" I yelled to him. I heard a small chuckle come from the other side of my door. I got dressed quickly and went over to the door. I opened it and I saw Wilford next to Mark in a dress shirt and a loose pair of jeans.

Business casual is what that look is called. I smiled at him. "Mark let me in after I told him why I was here. You left this at the school." Wilford said holding my phone. "I guess it fell out of my pocket. You can come in my room." I said to him.

Wilford smiled at me and walked in my room. Mark smirked at me and did the hand symbol for sex and I glared at him. He giggled and ran off. I closed the door sighing.