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Wilford blinked several times. He didn’t believe what he had just seen! It couldn’t be true. He rubbed his eyes quickly to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things. Much to Wilford’s surprise, what he saw was real!
He felt his lips slowly curl upwards; his heart rate increasing.
He hadn’t seen him for so many years. Suddenly, he was there again! He had never had the chance to actually say goodbye. Wilford thought he would never get to see him again.
Time stood still for a brief moment. No one moved. Not a sound. Everything was blurry except for him.
Inside Wilford’s mind a barely audible voice was trying to convince him to get away before he would be seen, but for some strange reason his feet wouldn’t cooperate.
The moment passed and everything went back to normal again.
Seconds seemed to turn to hours and suddenly he found himself standing right behind the one man he had missed more than any other.
Wilford swallowed hard, trying to collect himself before finally managing to gently poke the other man’s shoulder with trembling hands.
He inhaled deeply as the man before him slowly turned around to face him.
“Damien!” Wilford greeted politely. "I haven't seen you in years!"
"William? I didn't expect to see you" he smiled.
The familiarity of his voice sounded so much more comforting to Wilford than he remembered.
Wilford gave him a quick hug. He savored the feel of his embrace. It might never happen again.
"How are you?" Wilford questioned as he let go of him.
“I’m fine. I no longer go by Damien though” he replied quietly. "I go by Darkiplier now."
Wilford tilted his head. What a strange name, he thought.
“It’s been so long! You haven’t changed at all!” Wilford grinned as he remembered fond memories from his past.
“I wish I could say the same about you, William. You look different, ” Dark pointed at his mustache, “It’s pink!”
Wilford smirked and shrugged, not at all surprised at Dark's comment. The last time they saw each other, his mustache had been black.
“My name's Wilford now” he giggled as he twirled his mustache with a single finger.
"Wilford, huh? Strange name" Dark chuckled.
A moment of embarrassing silence passed. Both men looked at one another for that moment, not really knowing what to say.
“You wanna come back to my place? To, you know, catch up.” Wilford suddenly blurted out, catching Dark off guard. “It’s nearly been a century. It's been a long time!”
Wilford wasn’t exactly sure if he should have asked but he had really missed Damien… Or Darkiplier as he now called himself. He wouldn’t want to let a chance to spend time with him again slip away.
Dark considered for a moment, but ultimately accepted the invitation. He was curious to see what else had changed about Wilford, apart from his mustache.
Together they walked to Wilford’s current home, reminiscing along the way. They shared stories from their respective pasts and caught up with one another.
They talked as if they hadn’t been apart for nearly a century. Everything was familiar. Comforting. Not long after, they found themselves facing the door to Wilford’s home.
He unlocked the door with trembling hands. He hadn’t noticed he was shaking until now. He was wondering why. Perhaps he was just excited? Perhaps he was scared? He wasn’t sure.
He slowly opened the door, motioning with a smile for Darkiplier to enter first. He soon followed him.
Dark was taken aback by Wilford’s abode. It was surprisingly gaudy. Vivid colors and curious objects adorned the space. He certainly had changed over the years.
“Do you want a drink?” Wilford asked politely as they wandered into the large living room. Dark looked around in awe. This place did not reflect William at all. It was as if he was a completely different person now!
“Just water…” he replied while still scouting the room for any signs of his old friend.
Wilford smiled sweetly. He remembered what a prude Damien used to be. Hardly ever drank. Never did anything out of the ordinary. Always did what was expected of him. Guess he hadn’t changed much in that aspect. He poured a drink for himself and then went to get a glass of water for Dark.
Dark was still gazing around as he sat down on the gaudy couch, discovering minute details about the place with every passing second. It made him curious about who Wilford was now.
He thought back on their friendship. They had known each other since they were children. They practically grew up together. They had been close, like brothers. He had looked up to him. Respected him dearly. He found himself smiling softly as the memories flooded his mind.
He had missed William. More than he had allowed himself to admit.
A stray tear escaped from his eye as he blinked. He sniffled, wiping his eyes angrily with the back of his hand. He couldn’t let Wilford see him like this. What he didn’t know was that Wilford was already watching him. He stood, silently, in the doorway, observing him. He had noticed that a single tear trickled down Dark’s cheek and it tore his heart apart.
He couldn’t help but wonder what sadness was hiding behind his facade. What he had endured over the years. Wilford thought of his own trials through the years. Damien must have been going through similar horrors.
“What’s the matter?” he softly asked as he approached, genuinely concerned. Dark was startled as Wilford moved towards him. He set the glass of water on the table before he plopped himself down on the couch next to him. He shifted a bit, obviously embarrassed that Wilford had caught him crying.
“I’m fine!” he tried to sound convincing, but his sniffles and reddened eyes were telling otherwise. Wilford was aware he was lying. He embraced him, rubbing his back comfortingly. “Come on, Damien. Tell me what’s wrong” he spoke softly, trying his best to console his old friend. “I can’t stand seeing you like this…”
It was all too much for Dark. Seeing William again after so long. All the memories, both good and bad overwhelming him. He began sobbing, no longer able to hold back his tears, burying his face in Wilford’s shoulder.
Wilford didn’t know what to do. He had never seen his friend this upset before. All he could do was hold him tightly and wait for him to calm down.
He felt him shudder against him as he softly patted his back. His sobbing was ceasing. If only he knew what caused his tears. Maybe he could help him. He wanted to help.
Dark sniffled again, disentangling himself from Wilford’s arms and took a deep breath. “I apologize…” his voice was broken. He wiped his eyes as he turned away from Wilford’s puzzled gaze.
“Don’t apologize!” Wilford smiled almost lovingly. “You wanna talk about it?”
Dark shook his head vigorously, “No. You wouldn’t understand it anyway” he muttered as he rose from the couch.
The look on Wilford’s face was that of confusion. “Please? Maybe I will understand!” His voice was surprisingly sympathetic.
“I shouldn’t have come here!”
“No, don’t go!” Wilford pleaded. He didn’t care what it would take for Dark to stay.
“I’m a fool. I should have stayed away…” he was fighting back tears as he headed for the door.
"I don't want you to leave!" Wilford was fighting back tears as he called out for Dark.
He reached for the doorknob, about to open the door, but stopped when he heard the following words from Wilford: "I can't lose you again!"
Darkiplier turned back to face Wilford. He was met by teary eyes and pouty lips. He looked conflicted as if he was desperate to say something he knew he shouldn't.
Wilford took a deep breath and closed his eyes, expelling a flow of tears. As he reopened them, he finally managed to reveal the reasons for his tears.
“I love you…” Wilford cried, his cheeks flushing. He didn't expect Darkiplier to reciprocate his feelings. All he wanted was for him to stay.
“Wil…?” Darkiplier was speechless, not knowing what to say, do or think. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard.
Wiping his eyes in his sleeve, Wilford turned away, unable to stop himself from crying. Long lost memories and long forgotten emotions were overwhelming him. He had forgotten his feelings, but seeing Darkiplier brought it all back.
Forbidden feelings that had haunted him for years. As his mind had deteriorated over the years, he had slowly forgotten the love he harbored for Damien. He had forgotten it all. Until today. Until now.
“Wilford…” His voice was soft, sounding like the most beautiful music to Wilford. He sniffled before slowly turning his head to look at his old friend. He was waiting for the laughter, the humiliation. He received anything but that. Instead he felt Darkiplier’s soft lips press against his own.
The kiss started out slow and timid. Almost experimental. It soon grew more passionate, both men eager to taste more of each other. Feeling Darkiplier’s tongue play against his, Wilford moaned softly as he reached out to cup the other man’s neck, deepening the kiss.
They were both gasping for air when they finally broke the kiss.
Darkiplier smiled sweetly, eyes looking straight into Wilford's. “Wil, I - I love you too…”
At that very moment Wilford felt the overwhelming need to just embrace Darkiplier and cry in his arms! After so many years and so much pain, would he finally be his?
He managed to restrain himself and instead motioned for Darkiplier to follow him. "Come on, let's go back inside. "
Darkiplier sighed quietly, a soft smile adorning his face, as he followed Wilford back into the living room.
Together, they sat down on the couch. Tears were still staining Wilford's cheeks. Darkiplier reached out and brushed a thumb over his cheekbone, wiping away a single droplet. Wilford leaned towards the touch, allowing himself to indulge in it.
He felt Darkiplier's finger lovingly stroke his cheek. He looked into his eyes, dark and mysterious yet soft and gentle.
Darkiplier leaned in to capture Wilford’s lip again as he allowed himself to be drawn into his embrace. He had been waiting for this moment his entire life. Dreaming about it every night for decades.
The sweetest taste. Indescribable and exquisite. The feel of his warm body pressing against his. Darkiplier was sure this was addictive. He moaned hungrily, shifting in Wilford’s arms until he was straddling his hips, feeling his bulge against his inner thigh.
He broke the kiss, gasping for air, violent tremors crawling down his spine, eager to taste more of Wilford. For a long moment they looked into one another’s eyes.
“ I really do love you.” Wilford muttered as he placed a gentle kiss on Darkiplier’s forehead. A small tear droplet touched his hand as it escaped from Darkiplier’s reddened eye.
“You have no idea how much I missed you!” Darkiplier said as he fought back more tears. They kissed again, Wilford smiling against his lips.
Wilford arched, a breathy moan slipping from his lips as he felt Darkiplier grinding against him. Feeling his fingers quiver lightly, Wilford broke the kiss, glancing at Darkiplier. “Are you ok?” he was worried. Not sure that Darkiplier really wanted this. He nodded, swallowing before speaking, “Yes, it’s just… I’ve never done this before… with another man” Darkiplier admitted, somewhat embarrassed.
Sliding his knuckles over Darkiplier’s flushed cheek; Wilford smiled, not at all surprised by the sudden statement from him. Nuzzling his hand, Darkiplier cautiously pressed his lips against the palm of his hand, trailing his tongue up to each of the digits, drawing a soft moan from Wilford.
He kissed him passionately, his tongue exploring Wilford’s mouth as his hands traveled down the mountains and valleys of his ribs, before he settled his hands on the waistband of his khakis, gently tugging at his shirt.
Feeling warm fingers crawl up under his shirt, Wilford moaned softly. He quickly began fiddling with the buttons until he had finally managed to open the shirt, exposing his muscular chest.
Darkiplier disentangled himself from Wilford’s embrace and rose from the couch. Swiftly, he discarded his jacket and his own shirt, tossing them on the floor in a heap.
Wilford undid his suspenders and removed his shirt before he got up, taking Darkiplier into his arms once again, kissing him as he guided him back down on the couch.
As he was lying on his back, Darkiplier gazed at Wilford, waiting for him to make the next move. Wilford took the hint, leaning down to place little kisses along a curve of his neck before moving further down to his collarbones and chest.
Arching his body, Darkiplier was unable to suppress a gasp when he felt Wilford take one of his nipples into his mouth. The sensitive flesh hardened instantly under the loving flicks of his tongue.
An almost inaudible moan escaped Darkiplier’s lips when Wilford began toying with the button in his pants. When the confines loosened he lifted his hips slightly, allowing for him to slide the fabric off him with ease, leaving him only wearing plain black boxers.
Wilford settled between Darkiplier’s spread legs, kissing him once more. He moaned, feeling fingers tugging at the waistline of his khakis, unbuttoning them. He shifted until the pants were sliding down his thighs.
Wilford quickly proceeded to take off his boxers, exposing himself to Darkiplier, smirking when he saw the lust in his eyes.
Leaning down, Wilford felt the need to taste Darkiplier's skin, looking so tempting. Exquisite.
He connected his lips with the hot flesh on his chest, first kissing the soft skin then licking little paths down his abdomen, swirling his tongue around his navel repeatedly until Darkiplier was squirming in impatience, whimpering and pleading for Wilford to move further down.
Feeling the boxers ease off his hips, Darkiplier involuntarily whimpered. Seconds later the boxers were lying on top of the rest of his clothes.
Unable to control his desire to taste him anymore, Wilford lightly kissed the tip of his throbbing manhood. Even the light touch on his hardened flesh was enough to make Darkiplier cry out, reaching to caress Wilford’s temple with his thumb.
Purring softly, Wilford flicked his tongue out to taste more of his delicate skin, collecting an alluring drop of precum as he did so. Darkiplier arched under his prying licks. He was unable to stifle a cry when Wilford finally took all of him into his mouth, sucking lovingly on his member.
He thrust his hips towards Wilford, his breath quickening. Wilford circled his skillful tongue around the head of his erection before dragging his teeth along the length. He then released him, drawing a soft whimper from Darkiplier.
Wilford smiled gently, his fingers trailing over Darkiplier’s lower abdomen before closing his fingers around his erection, lightly stroking the hardened flesh.
“Please Wil… I want you…” he whimpered, thrusting his hips, begging for more.
Wilford’s eyes were locked upon Darkiplier as he slowly leaned closer. He placed a soft kiss just below his navel before he carefully spat in the palm of his hand.
Darkiplier closed his eyes, taking long deep breaths as he prepared himself. He tensed involuntarily when he felt a single slick finger enter him, exploring his tightness. He gasped when another finger pushed into him.
Wilford paused, worried. “Am I hurting you? ” he questioned, voice coated with concern. Darkiplier shook his head frantically, “No… please, don't stop…” he moaned breathily.
Wilford continued, his fingers sliding in and out at a slow pace. He could feel Darkiplier tremble against him.
When Wilford withdrew his fingers, Darkiplier moaned softly. He pushed himself up and claimed Wilford's lips in a rough kiss.
Darkiplier tensed when he felt pressure at his entrance, trying his best to relax; a low whimper slipping from his parted lips as Wilford slowly entered him.
Wilford paused, allowing him to adjust to his size. “Tell me if I’m hurting you, ok?” he soothed him, fingers stroking his lower abdomen. Darkiplier suddenly shifted, his movement pulling Wilford deeper inside him. His eyes were closed, the discomfort slowly turning into pleasure. He groaned when Wilford finally began moving inside him.
Moaning softly, Wilford trailed his lips along Darkiplier's jaw and down his neck, kissing his collarbone, thrusting harder at the same time. Darkiplier moaned loudly, tensing, holding Wilford tightly as he struggled not to come.
He had never experienced anything like this before. Everything felt amazing. Wilford seemed to know exactly what he wanted. What made him squirm.
Wilford was trying to control his pace, knowing that he wouldn’t last long. It felt too good!
He changed his angle slightly, thrusting deeply, causing Darkiplier's body to jerk violently, a low pleading whimper being pulled from him. Fingers danced upon his heated flesh, warm bursts of breath caressing his neck. It was too much for him. He could barely breathe…
“Wil… I’m gonna come…” he moaned, little gasps punctuating every word, feeling Wilford increase his tempo. Sparkling eyes were gazing at him. Watching him intently.
Darkiplier tried to keep his eyes open for as long as possible, but soon the pleasure became too intense, his eyes squeezing shut and he cried out as he reached his climax, spilling his semen onto his abdomen.
Feeling Darkiplier’s muscles clench around him, Wilford could no longer control himself. He gave a few final thrusts, hard and fast before coming harder than he ever had, ejaculating into Darkiplier.
“I love you…” Wilford gasped, collapsing on top of the other man.
After a few seconds, Darkiplier finally opened his eyes, staring directly at Wilford and then smiled. Shakily, Wilford pulled out and then embraced him, wrapping his arms around his lightly shivering body.
“Let me stay with you tonight, Damien. I don’t want this to end…”
“I’ll let you stay with me any night, Wil. I love you.”