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After Dark settled his crucial conversation with victim- uh, H4CK3R, he excused himself. He had unfinished business to attend to before they could implement his arrangements for world destruction. vi-H4CK3R, the pathetic grey stick trembling with untamed power asked why, but Dark grinned and said it was nothing important — chuckling to himself once his back was turned.
He left the confused stick there and flew all the way to that familiar place in The Outernet, where he had last witnessed his old friend get defeated. He couldn't wait to get his hands on him. Lord, he had barely held himself back watching victim strip him of his powers in the box. The way he had gotten thrown around, beaten up, humiliated. It had him salivating. His grip had tightened on his seat as he had leaned forward to drink in the footage. What he would have given to be there...
Now, he finally had his chance. His mood brightened as he focused on a dark stick making its way out of the waves. He was crawling on top of a rock. As Dark got closer, he could hear him coughing up water. It was music to his ears.
Dark landed nearby and waited for the stick to get himself in order. He wanted to see the look on his face. When Chosen took a little too long, he sighed and dealt with the matter himself. "Aw, look who it is! They dragged you through the gutter, huh?" Dark leaned from side to side, making a show of examining him.
Chosen's head flew up as soon as he began talking. But there wasn‘t any other amusing reaction. He was stock-still, wide-eyed, as if he'd seen a ghost. "D-Dark...?"
"That's right, I'm back." Dark spread his arms, spinning to show himself off. "And I got a new look, and some handy new skills." His grin deepened. "I'll show you."
"I thought you were-" Chosen was cut off as Dark's right blackened hand melted and threw a mass at his torso. It hardened into a long rope.
"What." Then Chosen yelped as he was yanked upward harshly. Dark lifted him as he flew and threw him onto the grass. Chosen's body was digging into the ground and rolling him a couple of times over with the force of it. After all of that, he ended up on his back.
"Am I dead?" He asked the sky. As if Dark was so easily defeatable, as if he could get killed by some random, stupid child. His grin faded into a scowl as he shifted the glowing goop into something that’d pin Chosen to the ground.
"Do you really think so lowly of me?" He leaned over him. It felt good to have the traitor beneath him. He exhaled the anger, not wanting to embarrass himself. Who cared what Chosen thought, especially now. "Whatever, silly. I just wanted to make sure the transformation went as I believed. Maybe you've noticed both of us went through some... changes." He smiled sadistically. Chosen couldn't even writhe under him if he wanted to.
Still, Chosen had such a... strange look on his face. He stared, and stared. And it was getting awkward the longer he didn't give Dark the response he wanted. He should be begging, cowering in terror!
Finally, he — sniffled??? He turned his head as much as he could with the restraints, looking away in what looked like shame. "Dark you're- you're- I'm so sorry..."
Dark's goop melted as he lost confidence in what to do in such a situation.
"I thought I lost you forever. It was- I was so stupid. I shouldn‘t have acted so recklessly with you, I should've tried to convince you, we could've just- just talked and-"
Dark's entire skin erupted in goose bumps as he shifted in place. "You should stop talking."
Chosen was tearing up for all the wrong reasons. "Dark, I know you, please just listen to me-"
He inhaled intensely as his arm snapped, throwing Chosen ten yards away. "Just shut up!" He dragged him back, his fist curling upwards. "Did you forget? You betrayed me. We're not talking anything out!”
He stepped over Chosen, slamming his head into the ground once, then twice, squishing his cheek with his palm as he dug it in for good measure.
"You are NO ONE. You mean nothing to me," he hissed through his teeth. "It's pathetic that you think you have even an ounce of worth left."
Chosen coughed and weakly pushed at Dark's arm, which didn't move an inch. "Dark, I'm- I didn't mean it to come off that way... I don't... I should've told you sooner."
Dark couldn't handle it. Could've, should've - fuck that, there wasn't anything to do. "It's set in stone. You can't take something like that back! It's not like- like you searched for me. Not like you cared to notice my missing 'dead' body, huh?" His arm repositioned to wrap tightly around Chosen's neck. He delighted in feeling him struggle to gasp for air.
"I-" Chosen forced out some choice words through his choked breaths and futile struggling, "I, missed you."
Dark was done. His vision went black as he growled and let Chosen's neck go, kicking him in his sides, punching him, throwing him far away so that he didn't have to see that expression on his face. "It's not like I care!" He shouted after him. "I'm not here to negotiate, I have better things to do than to look at your pathetic display. Go get lost somewhere, NO ONE!"
Chosen panted as he shuffled his hands under him and pushed himself off the ground. His red irises were just barely peeking out from behind the hair covering his face. "Why did you come here then?" He muttered.
"What did you say?"
"I said," he turned to look at him, brows creased with some disgusting emotion, "why did you come here, if you don't care?"
Dark stood there, appalled that it took him a minute to respond. "It is weird, actually,” he admitted with a small smile. He scratched at his chin in thought. "It's not that I need to destroy you anymore, that's been taken care of, hah. But I'm still so angry." He had this- frustration building inside him, bugging him, and he couldn't get it out. He chuckled manically. "Not like seeing your pathetic face is making it any better."
He walked up to Chosen, squatting down. The other flinched as his hand reached for him. All he did was brush his cheek with his thumb.
Chosen looked enticing from up close. "Dark, what are you-?"
"I need to get rid of this frustration somehow."
"W-what? Mm-" Chosen's useless blabbering got swallowed up by Dark's mouth as he kissed him roughly. He pressed his limbs into the other’s and licked into his mouth, tugging at his hair.
They were familiar with the motions. Dark's hands melted again as he wrapped a rope around Chosen's neck, imitating victim. He broke the kiss. They had to move somewhere with more privacy. Who knows what'd happen to the scheduled world destruction if H4CK3R found him copulating with The Angel of Death.
"I- Ah-" Chosen was prevented from speaking as he got choked. Dark, refusing to, Lord forbid, carry him, decided for an alternate method. He dragged Chosen across the grass field to what used to be his lab as Chosen kicked the air and scratched at his leash, to no avail.
Once they were inside, he brought him up and propped him against the wall.
Dark bit at Chosen's lip. He was noisy, whining and mumbling against Dark. He raised him off the ground by his hair. "I could do anything I want to you." They locked eyes. Chosen's were as wide as saucers. A wide sneer spread on Dark's face. "It's not like you can stop me."
The goop spread and wiggled underneath Chosen's clothes. He blushed and tensed up. Dark saw all his little reactions as he made the tendrils explore his body, avoiding his crotch for now. "But I think you'll be into that." Dark pursed his lips. "Won't you?"
Chosen hummed as Dark grasped his chin. "Come on, admit it, Chosen, you said you missed me."
He tsked and answered weakly. "Ye-yeah..."
"Don't you want this?" He pressed his fingers into his skin harder. The shapes resembling tentacles slid and solidified, wrapping around his limbs firmly.
"...I do," Chosen answered with honesty. But the situation was different; now, Dark could write it off as lust, as Chosen's unchecked desires for his body, not soul. Dark grinned in response.
"Yeah, you do, fucking whore."
Their mouths connected again. Dark licked into Chosen's, who whined loudly. He gripped his clothes as his new appendages tore through the shirt, keeping him from what was his. Now, he could fondle Chosen's chest as the tentacles slid his pants down, leaving him in boxers.
Chosen making those wonderful noises scraped against his eardrums, reminding him of how irritated he made him, while feeding the fire building within him all the same. It was a mix of anger and arousal that Dark could get lost in. He brought his hips forward and groaned as their matching erections rubbed against each other through the layers of clothing. Too many layers.
Finally, Dark slid Chosen's boxers down. Leaving the other naked while his decency was kept. The disparity had him pleased.
"Are you not going to take your clothes off?" Chosen said. Apparently, he hadn't been put in his place yet, which was critical for Dark to fix.
"Shut up, slut." Dark grabbed him and ran a deep scratch through Chosen's forearm as he spoke. "You're forgetting who's in charge here. You don't deserve any of this." Dark held his pants up with a goopy third arm to unzip them with another. He shoved one of them in and brought his dick out. "This is only to get me off, understand?"
Chosen bit his lip and shook his head in disagreement. Dark used his forearm to pin him against the wall, placing it diagonally across his chest. "I don't want anything to do with you anymore, Chosen. I could leave right now."
He still looked uncertain. It wasn't convincing enough. Dark's eyes bored into him.
"Maybe I'll forgive you. Don't you want me to forgive you? For things to get back to how they used to be, you and me?" His voice lilted as he dangled sweet memories in front of him.
Chosen went quiet. "Dark, I'm really sorry."
He raised a brow. "Are you going to get me off?"
"...Yes."
Dark let Chosen go, but soon after, he wrapped a tight rope around his arms, keeping them bound behind his back, and entered the space between Chosen's legs. Who winced when their cockheads bounced off each other. "You better be a good boy."
Chosen's head fell backwards, "Ngh." The effectiveness of that word never failed to amuse Dark.
He aimed his cock to lie atop the other's, wrapping a hand around them to keep them in place. "If you come first, you have to suck me off," he muttered into Chosen's ear, who hesitated before nodding obediently.
Once he deemed Chosen's willingness sufficient, he straightened the other's posture. Tendrils kept wrapping around his body, which Dark didn't exert much will over. He kept them there because Chosen looked pretty covered in parts of him. Another one was created, a thicker tentacle that came down and made a spiral around their dicks before enveloping them. Dark watched the display with fascination.
He held onto Chosen's waist and thrusted into the tight space, rubbing their cocks against each other. He leaned completely onto him. Chosen was struggling in his restraints as he moaned from all of the overwhelming sensations Dark was drowning him with. Chosen was at his mercy. This was the perfect gift for all the turmoil Dark had to go through getting back on his feet after being blasted through the earth.
They huffed in tandem, Chosen trying his best to move against Dark, though the tentacles held him back. Unfortunately for him, Dark's earlier warning had been more of a promise because he had a scheme to get Chosen to release first.
A tentacle suspiciously enclosed in on Chosen's nether region, then slid in between his ass cheeks. It poked and prodded until it found his hole and plunged into it so suddenly that it had Chosen choking back a moan. "What-" He yelped as it further violated his anus. It made abusing his prostate its goal. "Hey, that's not fair! I'm- hnngh- How am I supposed to not cum when you-"
Dark shut him up with a kiss. His hands carved bruises into the fat on his sides as he squeezed them. He had no choice but to accept everything he was given. Dark pulled back with smug laughter. "Come on, Cho, you can take it."
The answering expression left him with a feeling of déjà vu. It reminded him of all the times they were too impatient to open Chosen up properly. Of all the times Chosen complained, despite how much he begged for Dark to keep using him until he was satisfied. Chosen must've been feeling it too, judging by the small frown staining his lips.
Dark shook the thoughts off and plunged another tentacle up Chosen's butt, ignoring his begging for him to lay off. As if sucking dick was so bad. That sort of sentimental thinking was exactly why he was here. He just needed to get all these useless feelings out and move on from this doomed partnership.
"This- Ah- I should've known you'd- hah- do something like this," Chosen blabbered on.
Dark bit into his neck, and a satisfying feeling curled in his stomach at Chosen's high whine. He licked the blood that beaded up on the wound, continuing to lick up Chosen's neck to his face. "Do what?"
"You — piece of shit." Chosen was a moaning mess. "Hnn hnngh-" He grit his teeth. He was enjoying himself too much for a brat. He had to put a stop to it.
"Come on, slut." Dark tilted Chosen's head up with a fake arm as he toyed with Chosen's cockhead and balls with both hands. He held him in place with his tentacles to keep thrusting. Chosen's stomach bulged as the tendrils, while being relatively thin, filled him up just enough to show. "Cum for me."
Chosen's entire body shook as he cried out, painting Dark's pants white. Ropes of cum kept shooting out of his dick until he finally sighed, collapsing on top of Dark's shoulder. While he sort of mourned the fact that he was so adamant on getting off on staying clothed that he got himself dirty in the aftermath.
"Aww, looks like you came first, what a bummer." Dark faked a pout. He flicked Chosen's softening penis as his tentacles retracted.
"Ow!"
The bindings stayed around Chosen's arms, though, so he couldn't punch him for doing that. Dark sighed. "I guess you have to suck my dick now."
Chosen groaned in annoyance. "It's not like we were both getting our prostates stimulated, cheater. You're not gonna trick me into sucking your stupid dick."
"Hey, be nice." Dark made another rope and wrapped it around Chosen's neck, collaring him. "We have an agreement, NO ONE. Or do you want me to leave right now?"
Chosen peered down at Dark's erection. "...No." His hunger for cock and normalcy in their messed-up relationship would be his doom.
"Then, what are you gonna do now?" Dark prompted him, petting him on the top of his head like a good puppy.
Chosen's head swivelled to the side in shame. "Suck your dick," he whined under his breath.
"What?" Dark put a palm up to his ear in mockery. "I couldn't hear you."
"Fuck off."
His expression darkened. "Get on your knees." Chosen didn't have time to react before Dark kicked the back of his legs, forcing him to fall to the ground. His head bumped against Dark's leg before he manoeuvred around with his tied-up hands and regained his balance, settling on his knees.
Chosen glared up at him from behind his twitching dick. "I hate you."
"I thought you said you missed me." Dark tilted his head. "But your affection was always somewhat conditional, wasn't it?"
Chosen worried his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked awfully serious now, the party pooper. "...Hey, I-"
"Shut up. Suck my dick." Dark yanked him up by his hair and slapped the aforementioned dick on top of his face. Chosen's eye closed as it rubbed against his lashes.
His brows furrowed, yet he didn't make any more attempts at a serious conversation. That's not what Dark was here for. "Okay," Chosen relented.
He carefully neared the base of Dark's cock, who remembered he had Chosen on a leash and held it tight as the other licked a strip up his length.
Chosen then stopped at the head to give it a couple of kitten licks, looking rightfully adorable, and began slowly sinking the appendage into his mouth. Dark hummed, brushing through his hair as Chosen forced himself down on his cock halfway. Then, he went up, just until the tip was left, and sank back down. Chosen built up a slow rhythm as he sensually sucked, closing his eyes and licking the cock stuffed in his mouth as he worked it up. It was a bit awkward because he didn't have any way to stabilise himself, but Dark enjoyed watching him struggle to pleasure him.
"Come on, speed up," Dark said lowly. As Chosen obliged just a bit, he played with the leash in his hands. "Good boy." Chosen looked up at him through his lashes.
Dark watched every detail in slow motion. The strain of Chosen's drained strength, the sounds of him bobbing up and down, his eyes the deepest darkest pits, filled with so much emotion for someone who was supposed to only service him. Dark hid how his breath hitched by pressing his mouth into a thin line. He was stuck now, staring at the image of Chosen below him, although his unfocused eyes blurred it with flashes of uncontrollable reminders.
He felt, finally, alluringly, dangerously, like he was having fun again. Like they were just two kids, going against what they were told they should be, doing whatever they wanted without anyone being able to stop them. He felt how free he felt back then, because of his cock stuffed inside Chosen's warm mouth. How nice it was... to know there was someone at his side. Someone he could turn to while the rest of the world burned at his hands, and he'd always smile back. Always...
Dark squinted as his vision cleared. He wasn't thinking straight. And he wasn't getting sucked hard enough to forget about all this stupid — hurt, affection, yearning; everything that served to infuriate him more when he remembered Chosen had taken all of it for granted. Chosen had been special, until he hadn’t been. Now, he was useless. Now, he wasn't anyone at all.
Dark took all of that energy and fed it back into his lust and endless need to consume. He had to get this over with. "Come on, suck harder, take me deeper, you incompetent slut."
Chosen's eyes lost their affectionate look as he startled. He took Dark in deeper, but it wasn't enough.
"Haven't I taught you how to suck my cock? How am I supposed to orgasm from this?" He tugged at his leash, and it sent a pleasant spark through his body when his cock jostled around inside Chosen. "Take all of it in, shove it all inside."
Small sounds of gagging rang out every time it hit his throat, but it was half-assed. Chosen's eyes were furrowed in discontent. Dark sighed exasperatedly when the other kept failing to meet his expectations. "Just- you know what- whatever-" The leash fell from his hand as he took Chosen's hair and pulled him off. He panted. His eyes were tearing up, glossing over. His mouth glistening with spit. He looked awfully broken for someone who couldn't bring Dark even an inch closer to the edge.
Chosen coughed and cleared his throat. "What?" He asked in an annoying, offended tone.
Dark wanted to spit on him. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" He shoved his head back rough enough to bounce it off the wall behind him. He groaned from the pain.
Chosen glared up at him as he leaned forward. "I didn't want to suck you off anyway. Why would I be bending over backwards to do it? It's not my fault you jerked off so often your cock lost all-"
Dark inhaled sharply. "Shut up." He pulled him upwards until he was forced to look right in his eyes. "You're a fucking piece of shit. Entitled whore, you can't do anything right. The only thing you're good for is fucking taking it, yeah?"
Chosen bit his lip as he didn't deign Dark a response, like the worthless brat he was. "I guess I'll just have to do everything myself," Dark muttered, and gave Chosen no further warning before he unlocked his jaw line with two tendrils and pressed his stiff cock into his mouth.
He shoved it in deep, feeling how Chosen's throat struggled to take him in. His palm ended up having to press on Chosen's forehead while his other hand held the back of his head in place. He watched himself force it in until Chosen's nose was touching his skin. His pupils enlarged as his blabbering mouth was made good for nothing other than swallowing cock.
Dark came closer and leaned over him, pushing him down further until he had a good enough grip, and began thrusting carelessly, chasing his release. The sounds of Chosen gagging on him were like music to his ears, and his tight throat felt so good to plunge into again and again. Dark needed more. Dark couldn't get enough of breaking Chosen apart until he couldn't get back up and try to sell him his righteous fantasies. He got off on the fact that Chosen wouldn’t have the power to fight back even if he wanted to.
He summoned more tentacles, and one went right for Chosen's throat as others caressed his face and body. It wrapped around it, squeezing until Dark saw stars from how good it felt to use Chosen to get off. "Fuck." His eyes rolled back as his thrusts turned sloppy. He was chasing his release like a starving man. "Take it, take it right down your throat," Dark hissed as he pumped his cock through Chosen's skin. Chosen's eyes closed as his mouth was filled to the brim, and with one final thrust, Dark came right inside.
He panted, hunching over Chosen. He pulled out his softening dick. It left a trail of cum on Chosen's face. Dark stared at the other, not feeling any less deranged than before. This man once betrayed him, and now he was on his knees, with an awfully pathetic expression, looking delicious after taking him like a good boy. It felt... it felt...
Dark took Chosen's nose and squeezed it. "Swallow." His grip stayed there until he watched Chosen gulp down all of his leftover cum. The fact that the other complied so fast, since it's something they've done countless times, left more uncomfortable sensations churning in Dark's gut. This was turning out to be more of a mistake than a genius plan to relieve his frustration.
"Good," he said, one note, and let go. Chosen got released as all the black goo retracted into Dark's body. He shoved his dick back in his pants and zipped them up. Then they were silent, breathing in unison.
Chosen leaned back against the wall, resting his head and looking at the ground. He wiped spit and cum off his mouth. He was beautiful like this, but Dark wasn't allowed to think like that anymore.
If it were how it had been back then, maybe Dark would sit down beside him. Maybe he'd point out the gaping hole in the wall, and they'd laugh about how anyone could've seen them do that. Maybe they'd end up smiling at each other, basking in the afterglow like two idiots who enjoyed doing something stupid together.
Chosen was looking at him now. Maybe, for him, this was a crucial moment where Dark would finally understand. "Hey... I meant all I said about, you know..." He rubbed his aching neck. "I am sorry about what I did. How I handled that." And glanced off again.
Dark stood there in silence, posture rigid, a cold feeling sinking...
"I didn't mean to hurt you- like... really hurt you. I was just- It was just- I felt like I had to do something. And I know that you were so excited to finally do what you've been working on for so long, and I couldn't. I couldn't hold my tongue anymore. And I should've told you sooner what I thought, but... I didn't. So I ended up being stupid and acting impulsively and..." Chosen breathed in shakily. "I made such a mess," his voice shook as he confessed. He buried his face in his hands in shame. "You were my best friend, Dark."
There Chosen was. Stripped of his status, lying on the floor, abused, naked, shaking and sobbing into his hands because he had pushed away the one friend he had had five years ago. Dark breathed in and out methodically. They really were so different. Back then, it had been just a bit; it hadn't mattered because they were together. But now, the rift felt like it had torn them apart more than Dark had thought it would when Chosen had gone in for the first punch.
Things were different now. Time had passed. Dark had gathered everything he had lost and had taped all of the crumbs together. He had stalked Chosen while he had gone about his life. Dark had needed Chosen to know the pain he had felt. He had needed Chosen to know what it felt like to be left behind and forgotten. And he had watched and had waited until it had finally been time to step back on the stage.
What was he doing here? Wasting a precious hour tying off a loose end that kept irritating him every time he rested his mind... It hadn't done anything good. Chosen was no longer Chosen. All he had done throughout those years was pity himself. And now, he naively mistook Dark's return as an olive branch. Dark wasn't here to reconcile. He wasn't here to sob into Chosen's arms about how much he missed him. This- This stick was beneath him, quite literally beneath him too. He was powerless, couldn't stop him anymore, and didn’t have anyone to help out. He was useless. All this was doing was tempting Dark more to throw away his dreams and curl up in a reconciling hug while he wasted away his potential.
He lifted his head, clenching his fists and deciding with finality that he was done here. "Goodbye, Cho." He stood there for another moment, noticing Chosen eye him through a gap in his hands with tears rolling down his face before he turned. "Don't even try to follow me." He walked away right through the crumbling hole. He ignored Chosen's calls for him and bet on the fact that he wouldn't be able to even get on his feet before Dark was far up in the sky.
Dark had a new ally to encourage. A new set of powers to perfect. A new plan to enact, and successfully this time. Chosen was irrelevant to all of it, and Dark was a fool for even humouring the thought that he could've been relevant once.