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Mark's breath hitched as their lips met, the feeling so soft, so foreign. Just like the first time, he immediately melted into Dark's touch, his heart beginning to race and that heat pooling in his stomach.

    Dark bit at Mark's bottom lip, silently asking for entrance, and Mark opened his mouth rather eagerly, body thrumming for more. He leaned back, about to pull away, but Dark immediately pressed himself closer, his tongue pushing into Mark's mouth and claiming him.

    Mark groaned at the sensations, his body giving a violent shudder at the feel of Dark's hands trailing up his body—pressing, feeling, pleasuring... Until one of his hands found their way into Mark's hair and tugged at the soft locks.

    As Dark worked his tongue around Mark's, a moan escaped his lips, muffled in the kiss—which was growing rougher and hotter by the second. Mark's soft gasps and quiet moans soon turned into whines of pleasure. He was too stunned to try and hide them. His body was giving in so easily, his mind clouded and thoughts hazed, trying to fully comprehend what was happening—and failing royally.

    Suddenly, their surroundings began to blur—the glittering isles of the kitchen now dulled, his mind, body, and soul sharply focused on the man before him: Dark.

    To Mark's disappointment, their lips parted, and they lingered there, breaths shallow and hot.

    "I want to feel more of you," Dark breathed out longingly, licking his lips and gazing at Mark intensely. The Evolved had never imagined being this close to a human—touching him in ways like this. It was all so new, and at the same time, so familiar. He had seen this all before, in Cibil's visions, but to actually be experiencing it sent his mind racing with excitement.

    Mark's eyes widened, trying to process what Dark had just said. He swallowed and nodded, breath hitching when Dark sent him a truly devilish smirk, beckoning for him to get off the counter and follow him.

    Mark obliged shakily.

    As he followed Dark out of the kitchen and down the hallway, he noticed how shaky his movements were. His throat was tight like he were being strangled, and he swore he wouldn't be able to form a sentence if he tried. His body shook with anticipation, and with every step they took—further and further down the hall—he only grew more eager. Unlike the chase, his body thrummed with a passionate adrenaline... urging him to keep following.

    This is madness, Mark thought, staring at Dark's back and swallowing. His robes fluttered at his feet elegantly, adding to his essence. This is the second time I've kissed him now—

    His breaths caught in his throat.

    And I'm about to go even further.

    Mark felt a blush spreading over his cheeks, yet he was unable to tear his eyes away from Dark. His mind replayed the memory of the shared kiss, over and over, until he began to pant softly.

    He could hear the click, click, click of Dark's steady steps fade, getting slower until they completely stilled. With a blink, Mark realized the Evolved was holding the door of his bedroom open for him to slip through.

    Mark bit at his lip, his heart pounding in his throat. He entered the familiar room, movements slow but steady as if he were in a trance.

    As Mark was about to turn around again and look for Dark, he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist, pulling him back against a broad chest. His breaths came out shallow, hitching when the door closed with a click behind them and shut them out from the rest of the house.

    Leaving them both to themselves.

    Mark thickly swallowed, breaths catching as he watched Dark's warm hands travel up his shirt and disappear under the fabric, his own hands flying up to grip onto Dark's wrists tightly. The Evolved massaged circles into the soft skin of Mark's abdomen, making him whimper and quiver in his arms. He practically melted against him, a sharp gasp tearing through his lips at the feeling of Dark's tongue tracing the shell of his ear.

    "D-Dark, I haven't—" Mark tried to say, interrupted by his own moan as Dark licked up his neck slowly. They were such simple touches, but they seemed to be burning on his skin, sparking something deep within him.

    "I haven't—hah—done t-this befor—"

    "I know," rumbled Dark's deep voice by his ear, shushing him. His fingertips slid further up Mark's chest, feeling the soft, human flesh. Even Dark was breathless, touching Mark like this—it had his pupils blown wide with lust, body eager to claim all of him.

    "Just lean back and enjoy," muttered Dark, pressing a gentle kiss to the crook of Mark's neck, slowly trailing up to nip at his jawline.

    Mark shuddered, his hands still loosely hanging onto the Evolved's wrists, head tilted to the side. Quiet moans left his lips as Dark's hands traveled over his chest, shirt pushed up to give him more access. His body felt like putty, and he was sure that his legs would give in soon, knees threatening to buckle.

    Dark seemed to notice, and he led Mark over to the bed with a quiet chuckle, pressing him down into the soft, silk sheets. They looked so perfect beneath him—the moonlight through the window casting a perfect glow over his warm skin.

    Mark's breath practically left him as Dark unclasped his robes, letting them flow into a pile on the floor before climbing onto the bed as well.

    Gulping quickly, Mark could only watch as the Evolved hovered over him, sending him a quick, reassuring smile as he slipped off the human's shirt and cast it aside. Leaning down, Dark trailed delicate kisses over Mark's soft skin, earning quiet gasps and whimpers. When the Evolved's lips reached his nipples, brushing over them, Mark's back arched off the bed, a whimper leaving his throat.

    "F-fuck—" Mark softly gasped.

    Dark's smile widened, no longer reassuring but intimidating—almost predatory—but in the best of ways. The Evolved gently bit down onto the bud, earning a loud moan from Mark, followed by heavy blushing. Dark began toying with Mark's sensitiveness, sucking and biting, swirling it around in his mouth. Mark's moans grew louder quickly, and soon enough, he was panting heavily, lips parted and head turned to the side.

    Dark's hands quickly traveled down to Mark's pants, slipping them off and throwing them to the floor. Mark gasped sharply at the cold air grazing his legs, twitching when Dark gripped his thighs and massaged circles into them. His skin was so much more sensitive now, every touch sending flares of passionate heat through his body.

    He screwed his eyes shut, involuntarily raising his leg and exposing himself further, not even trying to bite back his desperate sounds.

    Dark lifted his head, leaning into Mark's ear as he spoke.

    "Look at me," he grumbled, voice low and raw. Mark's breath shuddered, and he obeyed, nervously glancing over at him. He forced himself to keep eye contact, trying to push aside his embarrassment.

He hated yet loved that face that he was giving in to Dark so easily, quivering under his touch and crumbling at the mere glance of his fingertips. Everything felt so intense and all of a sudden, every single touch was flaring on his skin, making him desperate for more.

Mark's breath hitched when he felt Dark's hand trailing down to his crotch, slowly... oh, so very slowly palming him through the thin fabric of his boxers. Mark's hips bucked, and his hands shot up, gripping onto Dark's biceps. His body gave an eager tremble, yearning for more.

"D-Dark, wa—oh ffuck, w-wa-it—"

A string of long moans left his lips, his grip tightening as Dark didn't stop. He averted his eyes to the ceiling, unable to stand Dark's intense, fiery gaze. It was ripping him apart, the pleasure so passionate—threatening to unveil every thread of his body.

Mark whined needily when Dark's hand suddenly pulled away, bucking his hips in search for that delectable friction again.

"N-no—don't stop," he whimpered, groaning in frustrations as his hips were pressed into the bed. Oh, how Dark's warm hands felt so perfect against his body—claiming him so wonderfully... It sent his mind reeling.

"I told you to look at me," Dark's low voice ordered by his ear, taunting him, knowing fully well what he was doing. Mark whimpered again in embarrassment, catching Dark's eye for only a second before shyly glancing away.

"No... please—just—" Mark protested weakly, struggling to form a full sentence.

"Come on now, don't be embarrassed," chuckled Dark, biting his lip lightly. He teasily grazed Mark's hard-on, pulling a shaky exhale from the human's lips. Mark swallowed, face burning as he slowly looked back at Dark, eyes hazy.

"Good boy," Dark breathed, beginning his pleasurable treatment again.

Mark fought to keep his eyes open, his chest heaving, moans flowing from his parted, soft lips. Suddenly, Dark slipped his fingers under the hem of the other's boxers, and Mark's breath caught in his throat as the fabric was pulled down and off his body. He was now bare and exposed—body warm, so warm, and begging for Dark's touch.

Mark threw his head back at the feeling of Dark's hand wrapping around his cock, almost crying out as Dark began stroking him, giving him the friction he wanted. Mark gripped onto Dark's shirt, tugging and fumbling with a low whine.

Mark wanted—needed—to feel Dark's skin so badly... wanted to run his hands down his back, feel his flesh, and all that was stopping him was that damned fabric that separated the Evolved's skin from his own.

"You want this off?" Dark breathed, teasing the tip of Mark's shaft, running his thumb over the slit. It had Mark quivering and writhing, desperate for more and more.

"Y-es," Mark panted, fighting to keep his voice stable—and royally failing. He tugged at the fabric again, staring up into Dark's eyes with a desperation that made the Evolved want to claim every single inch of his body.

Dark smirked, sitting up to strip of his shirt,  muscles rippling under his skin as he shrugged it off his shoulders. Mark lay there panting, staring in stunned awe, practically salivating at the sight. He'd never seen Dark like this—let alone an Evolved, a powerful, stunning, glorious Evolved—

Mark panted, his body aching to be touched again, his gaze saying everything he couldn't.

His eyes narrowed as Dark leaned down, confused—until he felt Dark's breath hot against his cock. Again, the Evolved didn't take his eyes off Mark as he slowly licked up the underside of Mark's arousal.

Mark's breath left him again, his expression melting into one of utter bliss. He could feel every sensation, every motion, every breath... Dark's tongue swirled around the head of Mark's cock, dipping into the slit or softly sucking... soon taking him completely.

Mark was a complete mess as soon as Dark began moving his head, back arching until he thought he would break in two, one hand gripping the sheets tightly while the other gripped and tugged at Dark's locks. The Evolved worked his tongue around him, tracing veins and pressing into each and every one of his sensitive spots.

It was so surreal. The soft sheets gliding against his skin, the perfect darkness of the room... mark could feel the fire in his stomach spreading, consuming his whole body. Everything was so hot, so overwhelming... His body tensed up, muscles constricting... He was so close, and he knew that it would only take a little more—only a slight nudge to push him over the edge...

But, of course, Dark wouldn't grant him that satisfaction—not yet. He pulled away before Mark could reach completion, and suddenly the heat was gone, quickly cooling down and leaving him panting and sweating, frustrated and desperate.

Mark tried flaring down at Dark, but with his flushed face and parted lips, his chest heaving and his frame quivering so wonderfully, he was anything but intimidating. Rather, he looked utterly delectable—a gleaning shrine just waiting to be worshiped.

Dark only sent him an amused smirk, trailing a finger along Mark's inner thigh teasingly. Immediately, Mark's glare was gone, and he shivered violently, a whimper leaving his lips.

"P-please, just—" groaned Mark. He stopped himself mid-sentence, glancing away shyly.

"Please, what?" Dark coaxed, clearly enjoying how Mark was quivering beneath him, completely at his mercy. So eager and willing, so damn desperate. "I can't tell what you're getting at, darling..."

Mark swallowed, clenching his jaw as he stared ahead, too embarrassed to finish his sentence. Though his silence was soon broken by a moan. Dark was toying with his nipples again, rolling them between his fingers and tugging at them, causing that pleasurable fire within Mark to flare up again—but not fueling it enough to five the human what he so desperately wanted.

"Go on, I'm listening," Dark teased, nipping at the shell of Mark's ear. Mark screwed his eyes shut, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Please..." he started, biting his lip. He opened his eyes in the slightest, chocolate gaze pooling with lust and desire. The mere look had Dark breathless.

"Please, fuck me," Mark finally breathed out, stumbling over his words as he tried to say it as quickly as possible. Dark's smirk only widened, and he began stripping off his own pants.

The Evolved pressed three fingers to Mark's lips, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Mark flushed even more, if that was even possible, and opened his mouth shyly, letting Dark's fingers slip into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he swirled his tongue around the digits, his heart beginning to pound with anticipation.

When Dark deemed it enough, he pulled his hand away, lifting up one of Mark's legs and hooking it over his shoulder, prodding at his hole gently. He watched Mark's reactions carefully as he slowly pressed a finger in, careful not to hurt him.

Mark shifted, furrowing his brows at the foreign sensation. He tried not to concentrate on it as Dark inserted digit after digit... He hissed when it began to burn as the third digit pressed inside him and stretched him out. His fingers dug into the sheets, pulling and tugging at them.

Dark shushed him, pressing a gentle kiss to his jawline before connecting their lips again, quickly pushing his tongue past Mark's lips and invading his mouth once more. It distracted Mark for a moment, and he relaxed under Dark.

When Dark felt like he'd prepared Mark enough, he slowly pulled his fingers away, readjusting their position, the head of his cock brushing against Mark's entrance.

Mark couldn't help but gasp, the anticipation rushing through his body again—like a dash of nervous adrenaline. He met Dark's gaze, who gave him a soft nod of reassurance before pressing himself in. A low groan came from Mark's lips as he was stretched out, but he didn't tell Dark to stop. He didn't think he could, if he was being honest.

Dark ran his hands up and down Mark's sides and he pressed himself in fully, gently massaging Mark's hips to help him relax. Mark, who was biting his lip harshly, shivering from Dark's touch, soon gave another nod, silently asking for the Evolved to continue. Dark obliged and began slowly thrusting, earning another quiet groan.

Mark's sounds of discomfort slowly turned into ones of pleasure, body growing used to feel of Dark inside him.

Dark angled himself, and Mark gave a sudden, pleasurable cry—sweet spot. With every thrust, he pressed into that spot—over, and over, and over again—until Mark was trembling harshly, face twisted into one of pure pleasure and head tilted back. When Mark opened his eyes again, they were teary and hazed with bliss, moans and whimpers mixed with quiet pleads for more flowing from his lips. More, more, more, he begged...

Dark bit his lip harshly at the sight, gripping Mark's hips tightly. He quickened his pace, practically ramming into the other, nailing into his sweet spot again and again.

Mark clawed at Dark's back, fingers trembling at the feel of his rough and strong, warm flesh. There seemed to be an energy that sparked from the contact—his muscles so strong, so toned... Bleeding with the power of a true Evolved—even now, in this moment. It was so surreal, but before Mark could comprehend it, that blistering, pleasurable heat spiked through his body.

He cried out, desperately clutching onto Dark and pulling him closer, near to losing his grip on reality. Dark felt so perfect over him, flesh against flesh—the friction building, building—arching high, thick with desire, thick with lust...

Dark was absolutely fascinated with the sight, shuddering when Mark tightened and clenched around him, biting his tongue hard.

Mark's eyes brimmed with tears, every thrust sending waves of pleasure throughout his body, and he could feel himself climbing back up to his peak. The pain of being stretched out and used like this mingled perfectly with the pleasure, sending his mind reeling.

His body was numb with all these sensations, and at the same time, all of his nerves stood on fire. All he could think of was how good Dark's body pressed against him felt, how badly he wanted to release, and how he wanted this moment to last—to never end.

But, as all good things have to come to and end, this moment had to—and it did so with great delectation.

Mark's vision blurred, and he blinked away the wet in his eyes. A tear slipped down his cheek, but before it could drip onto the bed sheets, Dark leaned forward, kissing it away carefully.

"His tears taste sweet," rang Cibil's words in his head.

Dark shivered, breathing out shakily against Mark's neck. They were indeed sweet—better than the first taste—and it was enough to send him over the edge. The feeling of Dark coming inside him had Mark moaning deeply, his own climax hitting him with full force. For a second, everything went white, and he could feel the heat inside of him exploding, drawing a high-pitched cry from his lips. His body shook, limbs tired and spent, and he gasped for air, trying to calm his pounding heart and heaving chest.

Dark panted above him, hair falling over his eyes in the best of ways. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Mark's forehead, then trailed down, kissing away the rest of his tears.

"You're divine," Dark breathed against him, pulling out carefully. Mark groaned and shuddered at the feeling, blushing. He said nothing, watching as Dark cleaned up after them and clambered into bed, drawing the sheets over them. Mark realized with a shuddering breath that this would be the first time he slept beside Dark—in his very bed, too.

Dark turned on his side to gaze at Mark, gently running his fingers down the side of Mark's face. Mark's chest swelled with a foreign feeling—similar to the butterflies he'd feel around Dark. It was pleasant, warm... something akin to...

He stared at Dark, taking in every feature of his face. With a shuddering breath he realized what this feeling was—but there was no way... Being held hostage, trained for their dirty work... A mere human amongst Evolveds.

But as Dark pulled Mark in close, and his body melted into the warm embrace, he forgot about all those things.

"I..." Mark swallowed, tracing his finger along Dark's chest. He was so warm, now that they were so close—not as cold as before... That energy thrummed beneath his fingers, bleeding with power. It reminded Mark of the power he could feel resonating through the house walls.

"Yes?" came Dark's voice, soft. Mark glanced up at him, his face going hot.

"I—really..." He rested his palm against Dark's chest, admiring the beat of his heart. So like his own. "I really like you... Dark."

Dark's eyes glimmered at that, shining brighter in the moonlight. He smiled, and he took Mark's hand in his own, squeezing it gently. He didn't have to say anything—his gaze said it all. Despite their circumstances—despite the terrors that were to come—despite their drastic differences, they still had this connection... warm, welcoming, unique...

Dark cupped the side of Mark's face, leaned in close, and when their lips met again, it felt perfect. Meant to be.

Mark's chest swelled, and he couldn't help but smile.

Miles away, in the bustling and blaring Evolved City, Cibil sat at the windowsill of her room, sitting in the quiet of the mansion. The moonlight made her porcelain skin glow, highlighting the drawn back state of her face.

"Enjoy this moment while it lasts, Mark," breathed Cibil, gazing out the window through her blindfold. The vision faded from her head and blacked out: completed. She gave a sigh and turned away from the window, the next vision fluttering beneath her blindfold.

"Antinstine will show you no mercy..."

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