Sean could feel his heart beating wildly against chest. It was as if Mark's kiss was drawing him in... Or drawing something out. Sean raised a hand to Mark's cheek, feeling his warmth and trying to make the kiss last longer. He couldn't explain it, but he felt vulnerable. Role-playing or not, Mark's words had torn off a layer about himself that he didn't want anyone to see. His protective layer was gone. Leaving Mark to see that he was hiding behind it. He was afraid for Sam. He was angry at the world for taking Signe. He was angry at himself for letting Signe drive that day. He was afraid of... forgetting her. He was afraid of losing the only piece of her he had left. Sean's mind snapped and he jerked back away from Mark's kiss.
Mark's thumb rubbed over the blood red makeup across his neck like he hadn't noticed Sean's reaction. Sean took ahold of Mark's wrist, shakily telling him. "Mark... I should go". Mark's eyes were locked on his throat, distracted with smearing the makeup, when he told him in a deep casual voice. "There's no where to escape". Sean yanked Mark's wrist away from his neck, snapping back sternly. "I'm not playing anymore, Mark! I'm serious"! Sean moved around Mark heading for the front door. As he reached out for the door handle it vanished. Standing frozen to the spot in disbelief, Sean slightly turned around. Mark had a hand firmly set against the wall, staring distantly at a family photo as he stated out in that same deep casual tone. "I thought it was about time that we got to know each other".
Sean shrank back against the door. His voice was starting to quiver when he asked. "Mark? You're starting to scare me". Mark's eyes finally locked with his and Sean felt his blood run cold. Mark's eyes were normal one second and then a pitch black the next. Although, it was his words that did the most damage, telling him with a dark sense of humor. "Mark hasn't been behind the wheel since Tim was conceived". Sean shook his head, muttering out. "I'm dreaming. This isn't real. You're not real". Damien chuckled darkly, sliding his hand across the wall to touch every photo on his way closer to Sean. Sean couldn't close his eyes. He was too afraid too. Instead, he watched the picture frames Damien touched ignite into flames.
Sean pressed his back against the door, flinching as Damien's hand moved off the wall to grab his throat. Sean closed his eyes, expecting to feel a burning sensation, but Damien just felt cold. Ice cold. Damien's lips brushed over his, whispering to him wickedly. "You don't know how right you are about me. I'm tired of giving people choices, because I can always predict the outcome. I am bored. Which is why, I'm changing the game. Though I suppose I could give you one last option. Take your pick. You can leave here to save your daughter. Or would you like to join us? Yes or no". Sean's eyes shot open to glare at Damien. Any fear he had was gone in an instant as he snapped back bitterly. "What have you done with my daughter"?!
A small smirk pulled at the corner of Damien's lips, his skin flickering to grey as he answered softly. "I've done nothing to her. However... I can't speak for me son". Sean locked his eyes on Damien's, feeling like the room was going black. He was getting lost in the dark void of Damien's eyes. Only to gasp when he saw an image appear in them. His daughter was tied to a chair. She looked ok, but her costume was torn and she looked terrified. Suddenly, grey arms slid over her shoulders, wrapping her in a loving embrace. Sean barely recognized Tim. Tim's skin was that same weird grey shade, but his eyes were a blazing red. Tim pressed his lips to Sam's throat in what should have been a sweet gesture. Only in the middle of it, Tim look up as if he could see him watching and grinned.
The image faded, but not before he heard Sam scream! Sean's heart began to race. He had to find her and quickly. Damien's grip on his neck tightened, telling him confidently. "Think about what I'm offering you, Sean. You long for freedom and I can give you that. Anything your heart desires can be yours. I'm only asking for so little". Damien's lips brushed over his again, this time tenderly molding against his into a kiss. The kiss was like poison! It tasted so sweet that you didn't know it was killing you. Sean shoved Damien back with every bit of self-control he had left. He had to save Sam. Damien staggered back and Sean quickly turned around to find the door knob was becoming visible from a steamy haze.
Bolting out of the house, Sean hesitated. He quickly tried to recall the image and tried to remember what the background looked like. A barn? He started to run toward town to ask someone when he ran into Nate. Nate grabbed his arms, asking with wide eyes. "Sean?! What's wrong"? Sean panted heavily, grabbing Nate's shoulders for support as he rushed out. "Do you know of any possible abandoned barns around here"? Nate pointed off toward the north of town, answering curiously. "Ya. Up past the graveyard. Why"? Sean patted Nate's shoulder, yelling out. "Too much to explain right now! Thanks"! Sean ran as fast as his feet could take him across town and through the old graveyard. Already an eerie fog was settling in, making it hard to see the old crumbling barn nestled in the woods.
He couldn't tell what was worse. Reaching the barn and hearing her scream... Or reaching it and not hearing anything. Using all his strength, he struggled to slide the rusted barn door open enough to wedge himself inside. He stopped breathing when his saw a tipped over chair in the center of the dark barn under a single hanging light. The place creeped him out, but he silently moved farther into the barn. He couldn't see Sam or Tim anywhere. Sean was just about to turn back, when the barn door slammed shut on its own. Sean jumped feeling the hairs on his arm stand up. A fog was seeping into the barn from outside through the creaks in the wood. From behind him a familiar voice stated in a soft sing song voice. "Finders keepers, losers weepers". Sean slowly turned toward the light to see Nate standing there with a wicked smile.
Before he could say anything, Nate began to sing and his eyes began to glow an eerie purple. Sean glanced around, seeing the fog become thick and heavy. He wasn't sure what was happening until he started to see images in the fog. Images of Natemare with his arms around Anti's shoulders. Anti's eyes flashed a bright green as he dragged his thumb across his throat giving him a twisted smile. Sean shook his head, trying to erase the thought. Something was in this fog and Nate's voice. It was messing with his head. Trying to look away, he looked into another image in another section of fog. Signe. She was there for a split second and then the image flashed to a car getting slammed into at an intersection.
Sean felt like the car crashed into his heart. Tears started to roll down his face and he tried closing his eyes to block out the images. Only to feel hands lightly graze his jaw. Opening his eyes he looked right into Nate's eyes. Nate stood right in front of him still singing loudly. There was something about Nate that was making it hard for him to look away. Nate faded into a mass of fog, forcing him to see an image of a manor. The image drifted inside to a beautiful fireplace and when it turned to face the chair before it, Sean's heart skipped with excitement. Damien sat elegantly in a large chair dressed in his best with one hand propped up on the arm, holding Natemare's hand. Natemare was draped seductively over the back of the chair with his free arm around Damien's shoulder.
Following Damien's free hand down, Sean took a deep breath. Damien's free hand had Anti by the back of the neck. Anti was seated between Damien's legs on the floor, leaning his forehead against Damien's knee, while Damien stroked his neck. It was an image that burned into his mind. He could barely hear Natemare singing as a deep voice, spoke softly into his ear from behind him. "Concede, Sean. I can give you everything. I'll set you free. You won't have to hide from me. Let me make you stronger. You'll never hurt again". Sean felt a hand slide over his shoulder, but he was too lost in thought to look. The image before him was so inviting. Drawing him in with every breath. In the image, Damien pulled Anti up by the scruff of his neck.
Anti adjusted to stretch himself over Damien's lap, then leaned up enough to kiss Natemare lustfully. Damien picked up a glass of red wine, sipping it slowly, watching them as he stroked Anti's body. Sean couldn't remember why he was here. He could only feel like he wanted the life in the image. Staring at the image, Sean asked the person behind him softly. "You still want my answer"? Lips brushed up the rim of his ear, whispering out. "Choose". Sean glanced over his shoulder to see Damien standing right behind him. He was tired of feeling lost and pretending to be stronger than he was. Missing Signe. Worrying about Sam and her future. He just wanted to be himself again. To feel good again. Staring back into Damien's eyes, he told him seriously. "Yes".
Damien's fingers slid over Sean's cheek, turning his face into a heated kiss. Sean closed his eyes, feeling a single tear run down his cheek and over Damien's fingers. The moment Damien broke the kiss, Sean winced as the environment changed in a flash. Sean glanced around for a moment in shock. He was in a very elegant looking manor. Strolling over to the large window, he found himself looking down at the town from the top of a hillside. Somewhere behind him, Damien purred out. "This what you saw? What you want"? Sean nodded, feeling a little overwhelmed. Sean caught Damien walking up behind him in the reflection of the window, telling him soothingly. "Between Natemare's fog and my ability to bend reality... That town is nothing more than our playground. I never would have let you in... but Dim was so interested in your daughter that he convinced me otherwise".
Sean swallowed, before asking nervously. "Where is she"? Damien placed his hands on his shoulders, uttering out in a sweet deep purr. "Upstairs with Dim. You can see her when our debt is settled". Sean took a sharp breath. What debt? He hadn't said anything about what he wanted from him... Did he? He couldn't recall. Damien took hold of his arm, leading him roughly up the stairs to a far room. Upon opening the door, Damien shoved him inside. Sean straightened himself up, shuffling his feet. In the center of this enormous room was a large four poster canopy bed. The bed posts were done in dark oak and the sheets looked to be made from black silk with red pillows. All around the room was a light misty fog that rolled off from the bed from where Natemare was laying.
Natemare rested on his side only wearing a pair of shredded knee black jeans and a loose deep purple tank top. Natemare bend a knee, beckoning him with a finger, when he told him playfully. "Welcome to me world of fun, Anti". Sean took a step forward, but stopped to look back at Damien. Damien was now leaning back against the bedroom door with his hands casually placed in his pockets. Natemare snapped his fingers to draw his attention back, saying mockingly innocent. "Pay no attention to him. Come join me. He'll join us later". Sean dragged his feet to the edge of the bed, muttering softly. "I have to be dreaming". Natemare rolled onto his knees, crawling menacingly to the edge as he answered with a smile. "Or having a nightmare".
Sean's heart started pounding slower the closer Natemare got to him. Natemare rose up on his knees, reaching out to cup Sean's face in his cold hands. The contact of his skin on his made Sean's heart stop. Sean couldn't breathe as Natemare pressed his lips to his in a short tempting tender kisses. The way Nate teased him with light fleeting kisses was almost cruel. Daring him to seize control over them. Sean leaned in to try and Natemare leaned back just out of reach. Natemare was trying to lure him onto the bed. Sean forced himself to breathe. It was hard though because Natemare's hands started to slide down the sides of his neck. Then across his shoulders and down his long arms to his hands. Natemare's fingers carefully intertwined with his.
He was positive Nate could feel his hands shaking. He couldn't tell what was reality and what was a dream anymore. Nate pulled Sean's right hand up to kiss the back of it, before grazing his teeth lightly down Sean's ring finger. Sean's head was feeling clouded from all the fog. Why was the ring important? He tried to focus on it, when Natemare slid his ring finger into his mouth. Natemare sucked seductively on it, making his blood rush. Recalling how well Natemare could suck in his dream, Sean shifted uncomfortably. His pants were getting tight, but he couldn't adjust them when Nate had his hands. Natemare's teeth lowered behind his ring, pulling it off his finger with one last sucking motion. Natemare didn't give him enough time to process what he had done.
Nate simply turned his head and spit the ring across the room. Sean saw it glint one last time in the candlelight before it vanished into the fog covering the floor. Natemare tugged him up onto the bed, laying him back across the silk sheets. Sean's body was offline. Natemare had full control over him. Taking his wrists and pinning them above him as he swung a leg over to straddle him. Natemare grinded over him, causing Sean to gasp for air as Nate's hips applied the pressure he desired to his groin. Natemare leaned in to kiss him and nip his lower lip teasingly. Sean felt helpless against him. He was driven by desire. Putty in Natemare's hands to with as he wanted. The bed shifted above him and Sean saw grey hands slide in over his shoulders in his peripheral vision.
Natemare rose up only a little to let the strong hands trail down Sean's chest to his stomach. Natemare never broke their kiss, which only made him ache more. Damien's fingers curled around the hem of his black shirt and began to pull it up, exposing his bare chest and nipples to the cold air. Natemare broke the kiss, moving to suck on one of his hardening nipples as Damien pulled his shirt over his head. Sean panted heavily, turning his head enough to catch Damien pulling his shirt up his long arms. When he reached his wrists, Damien would gently tap Natemare's wrist for him to release long enough to remove the shirt. Sean thought about yanking his wrist away, but his body refused to move. Damien did the same to his other wrist, then tapped both Natemare's wrists to switch with him.
Natemare's hands caressed down his long arms to his chest. Giving his nipple one last suck, Natemare drifted lower down his body. Damien's hands now pinned his wrist down with hardly any effort. His body was letting them do this to him! Damien leaned over him slightly to kiss him and Sean moaned softly. The kiss was so lusty and wanting that Sean barely noticed his own hands sliding up Damien's arms to grab his shoulders. He wanted to keep kissing him. He wanted Damien closer. Damien's hands returned to Sean's chest, teasing his nipples as he inserted his tongue into Sean's mouth to tongue fuck him. Louder whines left Sean as his body tingled and his groin burned with a blind desire. It didn't help that Natemare was unbuttoning his jeans... with his teeth.
Damien pulled away from the kiss, choosing now to nip and suck on the point of Sean's ear. Natemare even sat back to remove his clothes, before helping Sean out of the rest of his. Sean pulled his legs back as Natemare pulled his underwear free. He wasn't sure he could handle Natemare suckling on his cock this time around. He was already ready to be finished off. A single touch would be more than enough to push him over the edge. Damien backed away, leaving Sean's hands to fall back to the silk sheets as Natemare pushed his legs apart. Leaning over him, Natemare whispered against his parted lips. "If you don't let Anti out. I'm going to come in there and get him". A deep chuckle left Damien as he shifted to lay back across the bed.
Damien had stripped himself down and was gesturing for Nate to move off Sean. Nate backed up, allowing Damien to take hold of Sean's arm and leg. Dragging him over top of him, Damien slipped his legs between Sean's to spread them far apart. Sean sat up anxiously, when Natemare moved in to push him back down against Damien's chest. Damien nibbled his ear, whispering to him a bit huskily. "We almost had him in that little dream of yours. So, let's see if I can do better with a little incentive". Sean shifted over Damien uncomfortably, noticing as he looked up at the ceiling that there was a huge mirror. His eyes widened at the thought that maybe his dream before wasn't a dream... but one of Damien's illusions! Something clicked around his throat, jerking him back to the present.
Natemare had put a collar on him? Nate chuckled to himself, licking one of Sean's nipples. Sean sharply inhaled and then let out a sharp moan as Damien caught him off guard, sinking his hard cock into him without mercy. Sean's hands reached down to grab the blanket in his fists, gritting his teeth. His whole body had tensed up from the bolt of electricity from the collar. Relaxing back against Damien, he panted heavily staring up at the mirror. Damien kissed his shoulder with a lustful grin. He was barely catching his breath, when he noticed Natemare was kissing a trail down his stomach. He tried to shut his legs, but Damien's raised knees kept them spread nice and wide for Natemare. Natemare's lips drew closer at a teasing pacing, causing Sean to whimper and jerk uncontrollably against Damien's legs.
They were teasing him on purpose! Damien's strong arms wrapped around his waist, starting into a pretty fast rhythm that had Sean clawing at the collar. Fighting the blinding pleasure of Damien's cock pounding his prostate, Sean had just managed to pop off the collar seconds before Natemare took his cock deep. Tossing the collar at the headboard, Sean arched back against Damien with an ear piercing wail of pleasure. His joints were locking up against Damien and his hands reached out to claw Natemare's shoulder. They both knew just how to push him over the edge. Feeling the fire flood through his veins, Sean arched back tensing up one last time. As his orgasm hit hard, he stared up into the mirror as his eyes flickered from blue to green... and then stayed green.
This place seemed timeless. It didn't matter what time of day it was. They were having to much fun bed. Anti arched back in another orgasm over Natemare and started to laugh as he fell back across the bed. Panting heavily, Natemare patted Anti's thighs, telling Damien with a chuckle. "He's got stamina. I'll give him that". Damien leaned in to kiss Natemare and then Anti, before telling them both. "Come on you two. That's enough for now. Let's go back to the town and really test him out". Cleaning themselves up and getting themselves dressed, they followed Damien out of the manor and down the old road. Anti could see illusion around the town much clearer now as they stepped through. Together they walked down the street toward Wade's Halloween party.
The street lamps bursting one by one as they past by them. For the first time in years, Anti felt free and whole. Apart of something bigger than himself. Apart of a sinful trinity of misfits that were about to raise hell. The Dantimare Ending.