Could you do more gender fuckery Dark fics? We all deserve a Pretty Dark (and he knows it) fic. ^^
Wilford loved Dark.
His beautiful husband had gotten so much more confident with themself after coming out as genderfluid. They just seemed so much happier, it was -- frankly, it was beautiful to see. Wilford loved Dark, he adored them, he loved their smile, and to see it more often was just a dream come true.
That being said...
Wilford stopped dead as he entered the living room of the manor, and he blushed a dark, brilliant red. Dark was there. Dark was there, lounging across the couch, reading a book. He -- and and it was a 'he' day, Wilford had asked that morning -- was dressed very simply in a pair of tight black pants, he was shirtless, and wearing one of those elaborate, gaudy robes that a widow might wear after definitely not killing her husband. The robe was black, with gold accents, and oh. Dark was usually a silver man, and seeing him in gold was -- exquisite to say the least.
Wilford made some sort of small squeaking sound, and Dark looked up. Instantly he was grinning, and oh he was wearing makeup, black lipstick across just his top lip with winged eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man -- Dark slotted his bookmark into place, and he oh so gracefully slid off the couch, standing, letting the robe drape around him, fully open. His scar -- something Dark was usually quite sensitive about -- was fully on display, that bullet scar in his gut surrounded by the spiderweb-esque pattern that made Wilford's head hurt. He didn't focus on it long, however, more focused on Dark's chest, the dusting of dark, curling chest hair, combined with Dark's immaculately groomed beard and the makeup -- Wilford swallowed hard, hands settling on Dark's hips as Dark wrapped his arms around Wilford's neck.
Dark grinned at him, and leaned forward to kiss him, humming softly. "Hello, love~ See something you like~?"
Wilford grinned back, heat still rising in his face as his hands slipped beneath the robe, caressing Dark's bare sides. "You know I do." His gaze roved over Dark's body, and he grabbed Dark's hips, pulling him closer.
Dark laughed, such a musical sound, and he kissed Wilford again, before pulling away and turning back to the couch. Aside from the frilly, fluffy ends, the robe was slightly sheer, and Wilford could see the muscles of Dark's back, so effortlessly strong. Wilford poofed, appearing on the couch just as Dark was laying his head back down, and he startled as he felt Wilford's lap. But, then he was laughing again, and snuggling back, picking up his book and opening it to his page. "I'm not doing anything particularly interesting, Wil. You're going to get bored."
"I'm never bored when I'm with you~" Wilford grinned, petting Dark's hair. "Especially when I get to look at you like this."
Dark snorted, humming softly as Wilford's fingers carded through his hair. "Whatever you say."
