Anti x Dark
Dear Raven, You said once in a live stream (yes, I remember everything you say because I’m a stalker) (but jk) that you wanted to read a ticklish!Darkiplier fic, yeah? Here you go. :) I got inspiration by a song called Breathe Me by Sia. It’s actually a pretty sad song, but I can be a bit emo. I’m weird like that. Anyways, enjoy! Keep writing, Ray!
Raven: Oh my god THIS IS AMAZING AND ADORABLE! I can’t believe you remembered that you’re awesome!
Warning: Kind of a dark-ish fic. And.. This is a T-FIC! You’ve been warned. ;) A pretty long fic, too.
Summary: Dark tries so hard. So hard that he forgets to take a break from all the stress. Anti needs to get his boyfriend to cheer up!
Anti was walking down the hall when he heard a sudden groan of annoyance. He retraced his steps to find his significant other at his desk, his hands carding through his black and red hair. He looked like he was about to cry. “Dark?” Anti’s voice filled the room of emptiness.
Dark looked up to see Anti leaning against the doorframe with a worried look on his face. Dark regained his posture with a bit of a blush, but it left so quickly that Anti wasn’t sure it was ever even there.
Dark was the Dom in the relationship, as Anti would be the Sub. Of course, not in a sexual way, but that’s how their relationship went. Dark would look after Anti and make sure he’s okay, both emotionally and physically. Anti would try to do the same, but Dark wouldn’t let him, saying that he was fine, and that Anti was just jumping to conclusions and all.
The thing was, Dark was almost never fine. He feels like he needs to gain a serious composure to smoke sure that nobody would ever dare touch him- or Anti. If anyone touched Anti, they’d never be heard from again.
All of it was for Anti.
Dark blinked and realized how long he’d been thinking. Just standing there, as Anti waited for a response. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine. Do you need something?” Anti narrowed his eyes. “I just.. Heard you whining.” He had a bit of a smile on now. “Was I?”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Anti walked in, closing the door behind him.
There was something off about Anti’s tone of voice. Was that.. Mischief Dark heard? “Yes..” Dark sounded unsure. Anti now stood behind Dark’s swivel chair, forcing him to sit down by his shoulders. “A-Anti?” Anti shushed him. “You have too much stress.”
“I don’t-”
Anti shushed him again. Dark was about to take Anti’s hands off him and give him a piece of mind about telling him what to do when he felt warm, soft fingers massaging his back and shoulder blades. He slowly melted into the touch.
He groaned, this time in a more relaxed tone.
Dark hadn’t felt this kind of warm, comforting touch since.. Since he couldn’t remember. But God, this felt amazing. The skillful fingers worked their way through the tense muscle of Dark’s back. He arched a bit when Anti hit the spot at the middle of his spine. Anti smiled at the weak mess he made of his boyfriend.
“Your back is so stiff,” Anti said quietly. Dark responded with another groan of pleasure. Anti giggled, putting a bit more pressure at the sides of his spine. What he didn’t expect was for Dark to yelp, like he had been bitten by a dog or something. Anti stopped his hands from moving and sat still for a moment. Dark didn’t dare look behind him.
“D-Dark?”
“What?” His voice was sharp with embarrassment. “Did I hurt you?” Anti asked worriedly. “No..” He didn’t know how yo explain it without it sounding childishly stupid. “It just.. Tickled, is all.” Dark waited for Anti to say something, anything. What would he think of him?
“You’re ticklish?” Antis heat fluttered at this. How cute! Darkiplier, the stern , serious, and obviously darkest man he’s ever heard of or known- was ticklish. Before Dark could turn around and face his boyfriend, Anti grabbed Dark’s wrists and held them at the back of the chair with one of his hands.
Dark spat out words faster than he’s ever talked. He didn’t like not being able to see what was happening. “Anti, you better let me fucking go, or you’ll have hell to pay, you little shit.” Anti scoffed at this. “Threats and name-calling? That’s how you want me to stop? You didn’t even ask nicely.” Anti’s hand crept up to Dark’s right side by slithering under the arm rest.
Dark sighed dramatically. “Okay, I’m sorry for disrespecting you, Anti. Would you please let me the fuck go?” His voice was on edge. Anti hummed. “You’re right, this isn’t very nice. I should let you go..” His hand was barely an inch away from Dark’s side. “Later.” His fingers relentlessly scribbled up and down the warm skin.
“NAHAhahaha! A-Antihi, fuhuhuhuck! Stahahap!” Dark’s laughter was deep and soothing. It had been a long time since Anti had heard him laugh like this. Sure, he got a few chuckles from witty remarks, but that was about it. Dark was laughing. He was really laughing. Who knew that such a dark guy could get so light?
‘Why not make it last?’ Anti thought. He gently bit on the top of Mark’s ear and whispered to him, “You’re so cute when you’re like this.” Dark blushed violently. Anti was so going to get it after this. His warm breath against Dark’s ear made it all the more unbearable, adding the tickling at his side.
“ANTIHIHI! STAHAHAHAP, FOR FUCK’S SAHAHAKE! DAMN IT!” But dark didn’t really mean it. It felt good to let go and laugh. He really needed to take a break. Anti relented his tickling to let Dark have a breath. The leftover giggles that remained made Dark’s blush deepen.
His head hung down as he huffed, when the door suddenly opened and Warfstache walked in with a confused smile. “So is someone getting killed or what? I could hear your screams from the other side of the..” He realized that Dark was panting and blushing madly. “Warf! Good to see you could join us,” Anti said, looking down knowingly at Dark. Dark’s nervous smile didn’t help the scene.
“Wait.. Dark’s ticklish?” Warf asked, amused. “What, can’t Mr. Big and Tough handle a little tickling? Is that it?” Warf teased. Dark looked up at him from the chair, making him feel like a small, giggly little puddle. “I am your boss and if you touch me I’ll fucking fire your ass.” Warf smiled wider. “Why? Is it because this,” Warf nudged his ribs, making him jump. “Tickles?”
Dark noticed how Anti’s grip had loosened, so he took back his hands and stood up. “I hate you guys-” Anti pulled him back down to the chair, Warf keeping him restrained and Anti in front of him. “Isn’t this going to be fun?” Warf said excitedly.
Anti nodded. “Seeing how Dark is totally stuck and all ours,” He added. The teasing was totally unfair. It seemed to make him more sensitive than ever. “I’m not anyone’s property.” He deadpanned. Anti just shrugged. “Oh well.” He kneaded Dark’s ribs with one hand as he scribbled under his arm with the other- both underarms taken care of, as Warf used his free hand to tickle the other one.
“NAHAHAHA! WAHAHA-WARF! AHAHANTIHI! STOHOHOP!” Dark knew his laughter would go hoarse if their damn tickling went on any longer. “Say you like it.” Anti demanded.
“WHAHAT? HELL NOHOHO!”
“This would go a lot quicker if you just did what you were told.” Warf suggested. He went to Dark’s hips- apparently weak point. “AHAHA! OKAHAY! I LIKE IHIHIT! I LIKE IHIHIHIT..” He went silent. Warf let his hands go- not that it would do any good, since Dark could only shake from laughing so much- and Anti stopped the torturous tickling.
Warf winked at Dark and left the room, with Anti trailing behind him. “You’re welcome.” Dark sank back into the chair until he was lying on the floor, covering his face and panting until he fell asleep- which was a great surprise to find, him sleeping on the floor.