Finally I got to doing this! I've been wanting to do it for awhile!
I'm actually thinking about doing a part two of Drake x Collin, but I don't know if I want it to be mature or not. It's going to be awkward if it is...
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Drake's point of view-

I was standing in the familiar bedroom in the place I called my home. I knew that I wasn't conscious, only dreaming in a sleeping state. As a master of lucid dreaming, I was aware of these facts. It felt nice being able to control my dreams, but there was one thing that was able to intervene with my control.
I felt a familiar, dark presence within the room that made a shiver go down my spine. I slowly turned around when I heard a dark chuckle, and looked with wide eyes at the man standing in the doorway between this room and my secret rooms. It was my best friends body, burned and scarred with charred and torn clothing. One eye was a depressing dull cyan, while the other was a terrifying glowing white. He smiled with a wide grin, his teeth almost looking to be covered in old blood with light shining brightly in the back of his throat.

Nice to see you, Drake. It's been awhile since we've..."talked". He looked down at his fingers and rubbed them together before looking back up at me.

I growled, hating having to look at my best friend's body being used as a vessel even if this was just a dream. Every time I looked at him, I just remembered Armen's sacrifice. I would never get over that pain until I rescue Armen from the demon standing before me.
It had been awhile since I attempted to save him from Herobrine's control. I tried to draw him out of Armen's body, but it back fired, leading the demon to be merged with me or at least a piece of him. Ever since then, I have had vision problems and every once in a while, he would appear before me in my dreams. He hadn't appeared in a while, arousing suspicion within me for why he was here now.

  "Herobrine? What is it that you want?" I growled.

He laughed, walking closer to me. I took a step back, sweating as he approached me with a sickening smile on his face. Before I knew what was going on, he grabbed my shoulders, turned me and slammed my back against the wall. I let out a cry of pain as my back hit the stone and pain shot up in my spine. I hissed as I opened my eyes again, glaring at the demon before he spoke.

  You.

Before I could say anything and object, he lunged forward and pressed his lips forcefully against my own. He bit into my lip, making me gasp in pain but I gave him an unwelcomed advantage. He put his tongue into my mouth and started rubbing it against my teeth and my tongue, shoving it in the back of my throat. A part of me wanted to bite down on it, but I didn't want to hurt Armen if he was still able to feel anything in there. It's not like it would hurt Herobrine anyways.
He pulled back, allowing me to choke and gasp for oxygen. I glared into his eyes once more, my heart sinking at the look in his constricted faint cyan eye. What if Armen was watching this happen? What if he was trying to stop this, but didn't have enough strength? I growled, and tried to struggle out of his grip.

"Let me go! Armen, if you can hear me, now would be a good time to try to intervene!" I yelled, hoping that I would see a glimmer of my best friend in there.

My best friends possessed form only laughed, his body leaning in until his chest pressed against my body. There was no body heat rising from his skin, or a beating of his heart, as if he was just a walking corpse. I looked at the burns on his skin and clothing, my eyes tearing up at the memories of the day he jumped into the lava. What was Armen going through inside Herobrine's demented head?

  Armen won't be coming to your rescue. You're pitiful efforts to save him were useless. He's just a puppet...and now, so are you.

I tried prying his hands off of me and push his body away, but I couldn't find myself able to move him. His arms quickly moved down, painfully grabbing my wrists and clawing into my skin. I hissed, closing my eyes tight before I felt warm breath against my face. My eyes cracked open, seeing him now slightly levitating to gaze at me at eye level and a wide smile on his cheeks as he tilted his head.

  You're so cute, especially when you're in distress! Poor Armen has wanted to be reunited with you for so long; to be close to you again.

I tried not to moan as his finger rubbed up and down my chest before grabbing my wrist again. I'll let him get close, closer than he would probably like.

He lunged at me once again, his teeth digging into my bottom lip and drawing blood. I cried out before his lips pressed hard against mine again and he once again caught me off guard. His tongue slipped into my mouth once more, making me gag and whimper until tears left my eyes. My cheeks burned like fire, and I knew that my whole face was turning red. Armen is like my brother; this is wrong!
My eyes shot open as I felt his hand release my wrist and begin to slip into the side of my pants to stroke my thigh. I tried not to moan, holding it back in my throat as a my body shuddered and he rubbed my skin with his finger tips. No! No! No! No! With my free hand, I reached up to his shoulder and once again tried to push him away with all of my strength but this time it seemed that I had seceded.
He stepped back, his pale fingers slipping off of my other arm and his hand slipping out from my jeans. His mouth pulled away from mine, saliva falling onto both of our chins. I don't know what caused me to try to flee, but I found my feet beginning attempt to sprint away from him. It only took a few steps before something wrapped around my ankle and caused me to fall over. I hissed in pain before turning over, looking down at my ankle to see a strange chain-like shadow wrapped around my ankle to stop me in my tracks.
My body was sweating and my breathing was so rapid that my head was starting to spin. My eyes looked up, watching as my possessed best friend approached me. He laughed as his burnt and cut up arm rose up, wiping the saliva from his ash covered chin.

  You can't run from me, Drake. How can you run from your own dreams? You're own demons?

He got onto his knees on top of me, his hands resting at the sides of my head. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up into his eyes, catching a glimpse at the tear in his faint cyan eye. It fell onto my cheek, rolling down the side of my face. It had to be Armen. My eyes teared up yet again, missing my best friend and hating that I knew he was being forced to watch this and was unable to do anything stop it as far as I knew.
I whimpered as he leaned down, licking the salty tear from my cheek before he started licking up and down my neck. His hand slipped under my shirt, rubbing my stomach and chest. I let out a moan, sickened that I did. My own tears ran down my face as I bit into my lip.
I yelped as he bit down onto my neck, feeling a sickening mixture of pleasure and pain. His teeth lifted, his tiny dark chuckle blocking out my heavy breathing. I could feel my skin become sore, and the feeling of his tongue gliding across the injury.
The movement against my neck and chest suddenly stopped and I heard a small, light gasp and whimper in my ear. He slowly began pulling away and lifting his head up, making me gasp when I saw his eyes. His left eye wasn't glowing, and now both of his faint cyan orbs were tear filled. Light was no long shining when he opened his mouth. Armen... It's actually him!

"Dr-Drake?" He gasped, momentarily standing up on his trembling legs. He pushed himself away from me, falling onto his rear upon the stone floor, putting his arms on the bed to push himself up.

"Armen?" I said almost like a whisper, my body freezing in shock but still quivering from the thought of what Herobrine nearly did to me, and the things he did do.

The black chain around my ankle vanished, but I didn't push myself completely back up. I sat up, but didn't get to my feet, only having my trembling arms holding me in a sitting position. His eyes were so wide, horrified by his own actions, no, it was Herobrine's actions! Nothing was his fault! Even when it was staggering, I cherished hearing his soft voice.

"I... I'm so sorry! I n-never meant for this! Drake, I'm sorry! This is... That sick monster!" He closed his eyes and began pulling the hair on the sides of his head.

I was knocked out of a trance like state I found myself in; frozen from seeing him as himself again after painfully long four years. I rushed to my feet, running up to him. I pried his fingers away from his messy ash black hair, untangling the strands from his burnt and raw fingers. His eyes opened again, looking at me before he roughly pushed me away.

"Stay away from me! I don't want to hurt you! I don't want him... I don't want him doing that to you again! This is my fault! You shouldn't have tried to save me! He's after you now!" He shouted in a frenzy, tears running down his pale cheeks that were also blackened by burnt skin and old ash remains.

"Armen, I only care about if you're okay! That's all that matters!" I shouted in response, stepping forward as he stepped back.

He closed his eyes and looked away, more bright tears escaping from beneath his eyelids, sliding down the heavy bags beneath his eyes that were not present the day he sacrificed himself. He kept whimpering and mumbling, a few places on his body even twitching.

He growled and started pulling at his hair again. "I'm not okay, and neither are you! You can't save me! Give up on me and find a way to save yourself!"

He let his arms fall limp to his sides, his eyes opening to let me see the red, bloodshot color that was now in orbs. I took a step back, knowing that he would push me away again if I got closer. He must be so scarred from basically being Herobrine's prisoner and nearly sexually assaulting me against his own will. I felt another tear drip down my sore cheek.
He hissed, his hand covering his left eye. I could tell that he was in pain, like he was getting a bad headache. Herobrine was trying to control him again.

He continued. "I'll... I'll hold him off... I won't let him do that to you again... Please, wake up before he comes back! Wake up!"
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My eyes shot open and I sat up straight in my bed. My breath was heavy and warm but was slightly visible in the chilly air. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, the dawn of day just beginning. My face was still covered in sweat, and I still had strange sensations from the nightmare. The memories made me shiver.
I yawned, before lifting my hand up to touch my face. I felt liquid beside my eyes, streaks of water going down my face. I tilted my head. It had been awhile since I had cried in my sleep, actually this was the first time I could recall. Well, it was a pretty intense nightmare after all.
I hissed, feeling a pain on my collarbone. I shook my head, rubbing my eyes before tossing the blankets away and planted my feet on the floor. I rubbed my sore neck, standing up on my wobbly legs before I crouched down next to my dresser. I opened the drawer, and pulled out an old mirror I had found in some ruins awhile back. The glass was a bit cracked, but mainly around the top left corner.
I moved a piece of my shirt away so I could look and see what was causing my distress. My eyes widened and my heart nearly skipped a beat. My skin was badly bruised, with teeth marks covering my flesh. I clenched my fists, putting the mirror down and let out a deep breath as I once again recalled the nightmare. A shiver run up my spine as I remember being touched, my mouth feeling strange from his forced kissing.
I growled, going and grabbing my backpack before leaving my home to head out on my journey once more. I'm going to save Armen, even if I become Herobrine's vessel and have to deal with that scarring moment all over again. It had to have been worse on Armen than it was for me.
Oh, Armen...no matter what you say, I am not putting myself before you. I'd rather deal with that demon myself then let you suffer any longer. I'll go through any wrong, no matter how hurtful or sickening, as long as you don't have to suffer through it yourself. No matter what it is, I'll take your pain away and gladly take your place. That's what brother's do, isn't it?