I wrote this for @grillbygaster after he wrote me something; but I haven’t written seriously in six years, so bear with me..also it’s super short…
Silence, warmth, comfort…these were the things going through Dark’s
mind as he was stirred from his deep slumber. Noises, small yet noticeable,
were coming from his right. The tired demon tried to clear the fog from
his mind as he slowly opened his eyes, creating a dull crimson glow.
Dark furrowed his brows before propping himself up. Through the blackness
and dim red light, he could see a familiar head of messy, dark teal hair
peeking out of the blankets. Everything was suddenly still, calm.
After waiting for a few seconds, Dark grunted and started to turn back
over and return to sleep.
But something caught his eye.
His words trailed off as he took a better look at Anti. The pillow and
bedsheets underneath his head were colored a worryingly dark shade, which
contrasted greatly with the clean, white fabric. Alarmed, Dark reached
over and pulled back the blanket covering Anti’s chest; the back of his
neck was stained with the dried, blackened liquid, while still-wet blood
was seeping down into his shirt and the sheets below him.
“Anti! Wake up!”
Dark shook the other man’s shoulder gently, trying not to shake too hard
and add to the mess of crimson.
Anti’s shoulder’s lurched as he let out a violent cough, causing Dark to
pull his arm back. The blood-covered man shakily sat up and raised his
hand to his neck, flinching as he touched the deep slash wound.
Dark moved closer to his injured lover while grabbing a pillow and yanking
off its white case, gingerly reaching over to dab at the bleeding
laceration. Blood quickly soaked the previously bleached fabric. His
face wrought in pain, Anti’s hand searched around before finding Dark’s
own and grasping it tightly.
“He wants to come out…gh..”
Anti said, his normally crackling voice even more distorted as he coughed
a second time and a trail of scarlet began to trickle from his lips.
“It’s never been this bad, just how powerful is he getting?”
Dark questioned, squeezing the other’s hand.
“..Bastard…he already gets almo..st all control..why does he want more!?”
Blood spurted from Anti’s neck as he shouted angrily, completely ignoring
Dark’s inquiry. The demon’s face was wrought with worry.
“Don’t strain yourself, I’ll go get some bandages,”
Dark insisted, starting to leave. Anti grabbed his arm and dug his nails
in, shaking his head with a bitter expression.
“It won’t help. I have to let him out…”
The venom in Anti’s voice made Dark grit his teeth. He hardly got any
time with Anti already, now even small things like sleeping with each
other were becoming almost impossible.
Without warning, Dark was pulled into a tight embrace, causing him to
nearly lose his balance. Immediately he could feel the blood begin to smear on
him, but nothing could be less important as he quietly returned Anti’s hug.
“He’s not going to win…I won’t let him..”
Anti mumbled into Dark’s shoulder, shutting his eyes for a moment and
breathing in his lover’s scent. After a few minutes, they reluctantly
released one another, Anti’s neck now bleeding profusely.
“…Are you leaving?”
Dark asked softly. Anti nodded, wincing again as a fresh trail of blood
dripped down his chest.
“I’ll come back. Soon…I’ll make him understand..”
Anti hissed, his body beginning to stutter and glitch apart. Dark let out
a deep breath and leaned over, gently kissing the other’s forehead.
“…I love you.”
Quickly becoming more transparent, Anti gave Dark a weak smile before
“I love you, too.”