Hi! Would you consider doing another Actor/Dark fic? It's really fun when it's Dark who does a bunch of teasing and acts all innocent and smug about it, so maybe something like that? They could be at an event of some kind and Actor gets so riled up that he drags him into a private room or closet or something >:3 I don't mind who gets to top, but Actor is kind of a really cute bottom..... ;)
These rivals fuck sometimes, idk what to tell you.
Warnings: semi-public sex, twin cocks, public teasing
Being cast as the villain made it so Dark was frequently involved in various social events by Mark's side. These events often served as promotion and networking, and they really didn't enjoy it. It wasn't that they were against the idea, it was how overwhelming it could be. It was how often they felt people's eyes bore into their head. Like they knew something was off, though Dark took care to blend in.
Dark swirled wine in their glass as Mark chattered on, getting an idea on how to occupy themself while people politely ignored them.
They started off easy, passing by Mark and brushing his back. He barely noticed.
They held out a chair for him, their long, graceful fingers brushing his backside. That was more like it. Mark looked up, surprised. Dark pretended to ignore him.
They sat there and ate, perfectly mimicking humans and how they behave. Their foot drifted to Mark's leg, then to his thigh, then just barely, they pressed their knee to his crotch.
"A-ahem-" Mark sputtered, "As I was… saying… They've been a great co-star all these years."
Dark smiled into their glass as Mark shot them a pointed glare. As if demanding they don't do this in front of the others. But that's what made it fun.
After dinner, they get a little more bold. They adjust his tie for him, tightening it a little more than normal. Mark's face burned, unsure whether they were trying to kill or flirt with him.
"Mark… why don't we dance?" They purr.
"I thought you didn't like my dancing, 'Damien'…" His voice is barbed, forcing out Dark's now fake name.
"Let me lead you. It could be a good learning opportunity." Dark took his hand, pulling Mark into a close tango.
They lead him expertly, their smoky eyes full of lust. Mark stumbled, and Dark had no choice but to catch him, leaning over him so closely they could kiss.
Mark let himself go, falling to the floor. He got up, dusting off his coat and pants. "You- what are you doing?!" He hush-yelled.
"Whatever do you mean?" Dark batted their eyes. "I was only trying to help."
"Help? This is not helping! Imagine what the press would think!" He hissed.
Mark hurried off, out of the room to get some privacy. Dark trailed behind.
The two ended up in a closet together, all too close. Dark smiled, the picture of innocence.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about, what would the press have to say?"
"That you- that- that I! That you!" Mark stomped his foot. "Ooooh, don't play games like that!"
Dark gently held his jaw in their hand, fading back into their comfortable gray to save some energy.
"Oh, Mark… all worked up, aren't you?" They pressed their nose to his, dropping to a whisper. "Do you need some help with that?"
Mark opened his mouth to answer, before folding his arms and smugly nodding. He figured Dark would chicken out and knock it off. Dark instead chuckled.
"Gotten bold, haven't we, dear snake?" Dark unbuttoned his suit jacket, setting it aside.
"H-hey, hey, you can't be serious! You said we wouldn't fool around where others might see!" Mark flushed again.
Dark halted. "Well, if you'd rather I not."
Mark grumbled, now frustrated he had to make his interest explicit. He folded his arms again, trying to hide the fact he had been getting aroused.
"My deepest apologies for misunderstanding." They cleared their throat, going to leave. Mark caught them by the wrist.
Dark looked back, Mark trying to piece together words. "N-no… I… do… but don't get us caught, okay? I have a reputation."
"As do I." Dark smiled softly, resuming where they left off.
They pushed his tie to hang over his shoulder and unzipped his pants, letting his cocks free. They were half hard. Dark's cold hands circled his shafts easily, lightly pumping them until they were fully erect. Mark bit back a noise.
Dark dropped to their knees, pausing before taking him. "Happy to see me, hm?" They tease.
Mark's cocks twitched, and he reluctantly nodded.
"Good. I don't know about you, but I was getting bored out there." Their hands grasped his thighs, marked with several scars.
They took one of his shafts in their mouth, sucking the tip first, then deeper. Their throat hollowed, accommodating his length easily. Their long tongue slithered out, licking his balls slowly. Mark shuddered.
"T-that's a new one-" Mark whispered.
Dark smiled internally, pulling away. They took in his other shaft next, sucking and licking him carefully. Mark clung to a shelf behind him, biting his lips.
Dark opened their mouth a little wider than anyone reasonably should, taking in both shafts. Mark let out a soft moan, knees weak from the stimulation. They swallowed around his tips.
Mark dug his hands into their hair, trying desperately not to mewl like a cat. They reached up to shove a handkerchief in his mouth and help him.
Mark gagged on the cloth, taking it out.
"W-what exactly are you getting from this?" He whispered.
Dark pulled away, wiping excess drool. "Hm… Malicious satisfaction. A reason for you to let me have my way with you at home. I think I'll bind you to the wall, hunt you for sport and fuck you. How does that sound?"
Mark whined softly. All he could do was nod. He tried to act all tough and in control, but he was putty in their hands.
Dark returned to sucking him off, the tip of their pointed tongue gracing his perineum. Mark was sweating bullets, trying not to lose control of himself.
His cocks came in tandem, shooting onto their throat. Mark fell to his knees, practically in Dark's lap as he caught his breath.
Dark swallowed thickly, using the handkerchief to dab at their mouth and his forehead.
"How was that, my Snake?" They rested their elbows on his knees.
"... T… too good." Mark panted.
"Oh, poor Hero." Dark pouted teasingly, before getting up to leave.
Mark whined, reaching out for them. They returned to their previous intimate proximity, never intending to leave him there. They just liked seeing him beg, and they knew he liked begging.
"C… can we do this next event?" Mark asked softly.
Dark nodded, grinning smugly at how successful this little encounter went.
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Writing rules and Guidelines:
I am incredibly picky and reserve the right to refuse any request.
I am only writing Markiplier egos, and maybe a smidge of JSE. maybe.
No real person fanfiction that's so nasty. egos only
X readers are extremely limited and unlikely.
No Bing x Google.
No incest and no pedophilia
CNC is fine but nothing further.
No bodily fluid besides cum, spit and blood (preferably fake)
Breeding is fine but no genuine pregnancy
Safe, sane and consensual, or risk aware and careful. I'm not going to write out genuine injury.
This is mostly for people I know to have a place to ask discreetly. I know most of these people so if I get a request we're not vibing with, it's out.
I want to be choked, pounded into the mattress, and spanked hard while being called a bad girl then go out for ice cream and receive forehead kisses until I get ice cream drunk.
