Sean kept shifting around on his bed.  His body felt tired, but his mind was wide awake.  He couldn't get the image of Nate out of his head.  Groaning softly to himself, Sean rolled onto his bed to stare up into the darkness that hid his ceiling.  His eyes drifted to the digital clock on his bedside table.  Three am.  Sam should be out cold right now.  He told himself that he was just sexually frustrated.  He just needed to get it out of his system and he'd be fine.  Free to finally sleep.  Sean draped his hand over his chest, letting his hand slowly slip under the blankets.  He always felt dirty doing this, but as long as he kept quiet than Sam would never know.  His hand drifted down his stomach to his jeans.  He knew he should have undressed before bed, but it was too late now.  Closing his eyes, he let his fingers slowly unbutton his jeans. 

He was just starting to reach for his zipper, when a warm hand slid over his.  Sean's breath caught in his throat.  Was he awake or dreaming?  He was afraid to even open his eyes as a familiar voice purred over his lips.  "Let me do that".  Sean felt the man's hand slide under his.  The man's long fingers slowly prying his zipper open to let his fingers sink in to seek the warm between his legs.  Sean gasped as the man's fingers slid in along the sides of his hardening cock.  Sean arched back against the bed, his eyes opening to stare up into the man's face.  It was Nate.  Only... slightly different.  Nate's eyes were darker.  From the corner of his eyes a blue line ran down to his jaw like war paint.  Sean swallowed, part of him wanted to be afraid.  Was this real, or a nightmare?  It felt so real.  While another part of him felt strangely calm.  Nate closed his eyes and began to hum a strange slow eerie tune. 

Sean found himself smirking as a name escaped his lips in a soft whisper that seemed to echo in the dark room.  "Natemare"?  Natemare's eyes flicked open and his humming stopped.  Sean licked his dry lips, watching Natemare slowly lean over him to mold his lips to his tenderly.  Sean whimpered softly as Natemare took complete control over the kiss.  He wanted to resist, but when he put a hand to Natemare's shoulder... Natemare bit his lower lip.  Sean winced, his fingers digging into Natemare's black shirt.  Natemare's tongue lightly brushed over Sean's bleeding lip, before he whispered in a very soft voice.  "Oh, we're going to have so much fun together".  Sean felt Natemare's fingers creep under the elastic of his boxers to curl menacingly around his shaft, making Sean's hands fly up to smack the headboard with a loud 'Bang'! 

Sean's fingers clawed against the wooden headboard as he tried to suppress a moan in his throat.  Sean barely felt the blanket being ripped off the bed as the room began to fill with fog.  Natemare shifted over the bed to brace himself over Sean like a hungry predator as the fingers of his hand kept coaxing Sean to grow harder.  Sean bit down on his own lip trying to suppress the moans that Natemare was milking from him.  Only it was getting harder too as Natemare leaned in to flick a tongue teasing into his pierced earlobe.  Sean gritted his teeth, trying to tell himself that this was just a dream.  That he could control it.  Although, he was feeling far from in control!  Natemare pressed his warm lips to Sean's chilled ear, humming so loudly that it was making Sean's ear vibrate and sending goosebumps down his arms. 

Sean groaned, taking a hand off the headboard to grab ahold of Natemare's jaw and throat.  Sean thought Natemare would resist, but instead he allowed him to turn his head into his needy sinful kiss.  Sean's heart was racing and his body had shut out all manner of thought.  He just wanted to sink deeper into whatever this was.  He didn't care anymore.  It felt too good to be bad.  That's when a strong hand grabbed his other wrist away from the headboard.  Sean jerked away from Natemare's kiss in surprise to see another man standing beside the bed.  The new man pressed Sean's fingers to his lips, his warm breath puffing against them as he told Natemare in a deep commanding voice.  "Move down, Natemare. It's my turn".  Natemare reluctantly crawled backward, but it only made Sean anxious.  Natemare was starting to tug at his jeans to pull them off. 

Sean began to sit up, when the new man placed a hand to his cheek tenderly.  Sean took a shaky breath, when he noticed that the hand was a faded grey color.  The man's deep voice, vibrated Sean to his very core as he told him casually.  "Maybe you can't choose, because you don't want too".  A menacingly soft chuckle left Natemare as he held Sean's legs down.  The man turned Sean's jaw back to look at him, finding the man's lips inches from his as he continued to tell him in a oddly comforting deep voice.  "Aren't you tired of being good all the time? Aren't you tired of being alone? I can give you anything you want. A life free of judgements. Free of responsibilities".  Sean shivered as he felt a hand slide up his bare inner thigh, but he couldn't look away from this finely dressed man.  Sean could only hear Natemare purr out in a soft voice.  "You can be just like us". 

A moan burst from Sean's lungs and he grabbed the man's wrist tightly as he arched back in blinding pleasure.  Natemare's tongue was sliding along his cock so slowly that Sean thought the veins in his shaft would burst.  The man twisted his hands to grab ahold of both of Sean's wrists, pinning them down against the mattress as he leaned over him.  Sean arched back against the mattress staring up into the man who looked like Mark, but appeared to be much darker.  The dark Mark kissed Sean so passionately, before moving to whisper against his neck.  "Well? Are you just going to lay there and take it? Or are you going to show us your dark side? No one's going to save you".  Sean closed his eyes as his eyes rolled back behind his lids.  He couldn't think.  His whole body was focused on Natemare's tongue! 

The dark Mark brushed his lips teasingly up Sean's neck and when he got his ear, he whispered sternly.  "Do I have to fuck him out of you"?  The dark Mark leaned back, releasing his wrists and tapping Natemare's shoulder.  Natemare immediately stopped with a smirk, like he already knew what was coming next.  Sean turned his glazed eyes to the dark Mark, watching him curl a finger around his black tie.  Slowly pulling it free from his shirt, before nodding to Natemare.  Natemare grabbed Sean's arm to pull him upright, forcing himself in to kneel between Sean's legs.  Natemare cupped Sean's face in his gentle hands, pressing his lips to his and letting that wicked tongue slide in across his.  Sean's head felt so fuzzy.  All he could do was feel.  Sean could feel Natemare's muscles beneath his shirt as he clawed at him trying to bring him closer.  Sean could even feel the warmth of someone moving in behind him. 

He felt so dirty and surrounded by sin.  Something black lowered down over his eyes, but it didn't stop him from continuing to kiss Natemare.  It just made him realize how much more intense everything felt without his eyes.  Every touch made his skin tingle and burn.  Sean felt the dark Mark bite his shoulder from behind and he arched back against him with a shaky moan.  Sean bit his lip a moment, when Natemare leaned in to bite his throat.  Sean was starting to feel bold.  His hands exploring up Natemare's chest, before shoving Natemare back across the bed.  Sliding in overtop of Natemare, Sean's fingers curled around Natemare's shirt and tore it open.  Sending the buttons shooting off everywhere as he hungrily brushed his lips over Natemare's warm skin to find and take control of his lustful lips.  Behind him, he heard a deep chuckle before feeling a set of warm hands slide up under his shirt to stroke his back. 

Beneath him, Natemare tore open Sean's shirt to run his nails down his chest as they continued to kiss hungrily.  Sean barely felt the dark Mark help them undress, until he was ready to take Natemare here and NOW!  Only he wasn't the only one ready to go.  As Sean lifted Natemare's legs to push into him.  Sean winced and moaned out loudly in pain too.  The dark Mark had entered him.  Sean glanced back over his shoulder to let the dark Mark kiss him.  It was only when the blindfold was removed by the dark mark that Sean saw his reflection in the mirrors surrounding his bed.  He didn't look like himself anymore.  His hair was all messy from Natemare running his fingers through it.  His ears had his old black gauges.  His body seemed to glitch in pleasure as the dark Mark forced him deeper into Natemare.  The biggest change though was his eyes.  His blue eyes were gone.  Replaced by solid black ones. 

Sean took a moment to just stare at himself, when Natemare propped himself up to whisper against his neck before biting it hard.  "Happy Halloween, Anti".  Sean blinked a little confused.  What did Natemare call him?  The dark Mark suddenly leaned down to whisper over his shoulder sinisterly.  "I've been waiting a long time to see you".  Sean saw the glint of a bowie knife in dark Mark's hand, before a loud 'BANG' woke him up. 

Sean groaned loudly in pain, pushing himself up onto all fours slowly.  His body ached from falling off the bed.  Yet, his heart was still racing a marathon.  Shaking his head, he tried to wake himself up more.  It was all a dream?  A very weird and realistic feeling dream?  A soft series of knocks banged on his door as Sam suddenly called out to him really worried.  "Daddy? Are you alright? What's with all the noises"?  Sean felt suddenly wide awake.  Did she say noises? What did she hear?  Sean glanced up at the clock on his bedside table.  It was now six am on Hallows Eve.  To Be Continued...