#darkactor

I LOVE this dynamic.

Trigger warnings for blood, gun mention

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Prompt: “Carry me.” / “You need to take your shirt off.”

Dark’s office door flew open, slamming to the adjacent wall, and two men stumbled in, one leaning heavily into the other as he clamped one hand over his stomach, black seeping through his fingers. Another patch of black spread steadily across his shoulder, soaking his white dress shirt.

“I can’t believe you- help me out here!” One of Dark’s knees buckled under Mark’s weight and he nearly went down, managing to right them both just before they could topple.  

“Carry me, then!” Mark snapped, his voice tight and laced with pain.

Dark’s face contorted into a grimace. “You know I can’t.”

“Right.” Mark made a noise that could’ve passed as amusement. “Broken spine.”

“I can’t believe you went on Wilford’s game show. Here-” Dark continued. He eased Mark to the carpet, helping him lean against his heavy, wooden desk. He disappeared around the desk for a few moments, and there was the frantic slam of drawers being opened and shut before he came back with a first-aid kit clutched tightly in gray hands. He got to his knees. “What did you think would happen?”

Mark chuckled, leaning his head back to the wood with a quiet thunk. His black eyes tracked Dark as he probed the bullet wound in his shoulder, then pried his hand away from his stomach so he could do the same there, fingers coming away coated in an oily, gleaming substance too thick to truly be blood. His body started to shake as Dark opened the first aid kit. “He recognized me, at least.”

Now it was Dark’s turn to laugh, a black, bitter thing. “Like fuck he did. I’m going to have to take your shirt off.”

Mark nodded. Then he waited and watched as Dark undid his ruined dress shirt. His hand came up to grip Dark’s wrist as he started to unclasp the last button, his deathly pale skin oozing through with gray. “Why are you doing this?”

Day 8: Spanking (Dark/Actor)

Actor had the biggest grin on his face as he slipped into Dark’s bedroom. He’s been craving a certain little thing and he knew just how to get it. He had got out of his way to be as bratty as he could be during the meeting. Sassing Dark, talking out of turn, having some playful, and somewhat flirty, banter with Illinois. Actor knew that’d held Illinois as well since he felt Yancy’s glare during that. But it was three hours of Dark hiding his annoyance, forcing his tone to be calm and watching his language. Actor had given Dark a wink and skipped away when the meeting ended, both knowing where he was headed. 

Actor Mark

Marmien

Actor/Dark

Just- 

“Dames?”

He turned his head towards the voice and saw Mark standing in the doorframe. Damien smiled and tried to sit, but the action sent a flash of pain in his side, making him hiss and letting himself fall back on the bed. He would have fell a bit harder if Mark hadn’t rushed to his side to help him lay down correctly again.

“I’ll take you’re not getting better?” the other boy asked with a gentle smile.

Damien shook his head “I’m sorry… I wish I could be down there with you all but-“

“It’s fine! It’s not your fault, don’t worry. I just came in to check if you weren’t too lonely!”

“I… honestly, I am. Just a little though, you don’t need to worry about me.”

Mark waved his hand to dismiss that last statement.

“Of course I worry about you Damien; you’re my friend, and you’re in pain.” He stopped and frowned, seeming now worried. “You know I care a lot about you, right?”

Damien laid a hand on Mark’s and squeezed it gently.

“I know, Mark, I know. I care about you too.”

Mark looked down at their hands then back up, a slight blush on his face, before clearing his throat.

“Well hum…  I heard that Chef was making lemonade. I can ask the butler to bring us two glasses, and I can keep you company if you want.”

“That would be nice!”

“Ok! I’ll be right back then!” the young man said before sprinting out of the room. Damien couldn’t help but chuckle, before looking out again, this time with a dreamy smile lighting his face.

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Dark hissed as his broken body throbbed, leaving him unable to move. His muscles were also as tense as their altered state allowed it, which wasn’t helping. He hated those days, less because of the pain, but more because he was weak and defenceless. He dreaded that someone would open the door of his room and see him, discovering that their strong, respected leader had a weakness. The vision in itself was unacceptable.

The entity pushed on one of his elbows, trying to gather his strength and stand up, only to fail and fall down. A painful scream escaped him as his aura flashed around the room.

He was shaking, trying again to get out of bed when a cold hand gripped his shoulder. His whole body tensed, but the pain was keeping him from shaking the intruder away.

“Hush hush darling, this is not serious! You should be taking some rest.” The familiar, honeyed voice of the Actor whispered in his ear.

“Leave me alone.” Dark growled, his jaw clenched.

“My dear Damien, you’re still so stubborn. I know you love your work, but you’re clearly not able to do anything right now. So“ -he slowly helped Dark lay down before pulling the covers on him again- “let me just assist you with that.”

“Why? You could slay me easily right now. So why this sudden surge of kindness?”

The Actor shook his head with a light chuckle while tucking him in.

“Well, there’s nothing grand or heroic in striking an enemy on the ground, now is it? Besides…”

Mark leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the other man’s forehead, his hand cupping the pale cheek.

“You know I care about you.”

The demon could only scoff as the Hero started to tenderly stroke his hair, occasionally shushing him. Dark couldn’t help but close his eyes, his body relaxing slowly.

In another life, he could have enjoyed it, letting himself fall asleep under the touch. But in this life, it wasn’t good. The Actor was his enemy, and he wasn’t going to let his sick mind make anything out of this interaction. For all he knew, it could be a strategy to stab him in the back when his last defences were low enough.