Chapter Twenty- The Darkest Parts Are His Favorite

                                    

                                          
Anti threw Dark back, with the swish of his fingers. Dark hit the ground, sliding down the hallway, eyes wide in shock. He swiftly got to his feet, snarling in Anti's direction. He stood in a defensive stance, hands twitching at his sides. A growl rolled out through his gritted teeth. Anti grinned, standing with the same pride a CEO held, hands folded behind his back. Dark didn't attack, intimidated by the creature. 
                          
"Come on, Darkie. I just want to play."
                          
Dark stepped back, the growl in his throat cracking. Anti laughed, the wicked sound making Dark shiver. Why the Hell was he so afraid of Anti? Anti approached slowly, breaking Dark's defensive stance. Each step Anti took forward, Dark stepped back at the same instant. Anti sighed in frustration, and reached out, catching Dark's collar with an invisible force. Dark gasped, trying to break Anti's invisible grasp.
                          
"Dark, please don't make this difficult. The faster I get Mark back, the sooner I go," Anti said exasperated. 
                          
Dark titled his head, bewildered. "You don't wish to stay? In control? You don't like the power running through your veins?"
                          
Anti smiled coldly, demonic eyes flickering with no emotion. "No. I'm here because I want Jack to live... happily with Mark. Now if you'll do me a favor, and get the Hell out of his head," Anti growled. 
                          
"I'm sorry, but I'm here because I want Jack to live happily... with me," Dark growled, breaking out of Anti's force. Dark disappeared, reappearing inches from Anti, glaring down into his cruel eyes. "And I want him back."
                          
He snapped his hand up, meaning to wrap his cold hand around Anti's throat. Instead, he grabbed at empty air, roaring out in surprise. He spun on his heels, a cold fist connecting hard against his chin. He was knocked back by the force, collapsing in pain. He cradled his shattered jaw, blood spilling from his mouth onto the floor. Anti stalked over, and crouched over Dark, laughing. 
                          
"Oh, did that hurt?"
                          
Dark shifted to look up at him. He kicked out, his heel connecting hard against Anti's shin. Anti growled out, and reached down to grab Dark, but he was already gone. 
                          
Dark was downstairs in the cellar, rummaging through his tools, finding his favorite weapon. A 9mm pistol. Before he could switch off the safety, a force threw him across the room, slamming him hard against the far wall. He gasped out in pain, the gun clattering to the floor. The force held him up against the wall, as Anti flickered into view, like a glitch in reality. 
                          
"What is this?" Anti asked, bringing the gun to his hand. 
                          
Dark struggled against the force pinning him, but it was strong. He could feel the power coursing through Anti. He didn't understand why he was so powerful. He hadn't existed before. Not that he knew of. 
                          
"You can't get rid of me, but I can get rid of you."
                          
"And what makes you think I'm so easy to kill off?"
                          
"Because Jack wants me here. You know he does. He wants Mark, but he wants me too. You feel the way he feels. The only reason you haven't killed me yet is because you want me too," Dark said, grinning sadistically. 
                          
Anti's face was blank with emotion. He knew he was right. The flutter in his gut. The slight shakiness in his fingers. He was hesitant to rid the world of Darkiplier because he kind of enjoyed being out of the light. The darkest parts are his favorite. 
                          
He dropped the force around Dark, but quickly wrapped his own cold hand around his throat, pressing him back against the wall. His face hovered inches from Dark's, wicked eyes locked together. He could feel Dark's cold, shaky breaths against his lips, his heart pulsing beneath his grasp. 
                          
"You are afraid," Anti whispered, a small smile creeping over his lips. 
                          
"I do not fear," Dark replied hesitantly, swallowing. 
                          
Anti could feel his nerves, and it drove him mad. He could feel Jack inside him, a nervous, anxious mess. Dark drove him mad with emotions. His flustered mind fueled Anti's power, making him grin. 
                          
"You love Jack?"
                          
"Yes."
                          
"How much?" Anti tested, moving closer so his body pressed against Dark's. 
                          
"Wh- what?" Dark questioned, shifting nervously against the wall. 
                          
Anti dropped his hand from around Dark's throat, moving it to brush over his smooth cheek. 
                          
"Show me how much you love him."
                          
Dark stared into Anti's eyes for a moment, the glowing pupil growing larger. He could feel himself melting beneath Anti's touch. Hesitantly, he leaned his head forward, closing the small gap between there lips. 
                          
Dantiplier? Loving it? I am hhhehehe. Anyway, let me know how you are enjoying the story. Still not sure how this is gonna end, but hopefully not soon ;) love you, fellow shippers <3