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You’re leaning on the van, trying to follow the fast, inhuman movements of Dante and Nero. They fight - train - because there’s currently nothing else to do. You’ve been watching them for what feels like hours. You admire the brutal grace of it all. They’re such a contrast to each other, but somehow it fits together perfectly. Neither of them seems to sweat. It's fascinating.
Your gaze is glued to Dante - like always, lately. He has incredible charisma. So confident. Always looking good. After the incident with Vergil and the Qliphoth, he kept that little beard, thinking it gave him a daring look. You can’t deny it. And the way he moves...
You imagine what he looks like naked, even though you’ve never seen him that way. His muscular frame... You bite your lower lip, restless.
“You know you’re staring at Dante again?” Nico’s grinning at you. You shoot her a shy look, cheeks heating up. You’ve been caught.
“What do you expect? How long have you been sneaking around him?” She continues, still grinning, nudging you in the ribs with her elbow. Caught. A little frustrated. A little annoyed with yourself for not daring to just approach him. And so, you say probably the stupidest thing you could have:
“I’m sure I can get some kind of sexual gratification just from staring at him if I try hard enough.”
You kick a stone. Then you notice Dante has suddenly faltered, Nero is holding his blade to Dante’s neck.
“He must have heard you.” Nico chuckles beside you.
“Old man, you’re too easily distracted!” Nero smirks, winks at you. Damn demons, half-demons, and their cursed superhuman senses.
“Ha! You distracted him.” Nico giggles, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “He must’ve noticed you staring at him all the time. Maybe he’s just too shy to bring it up. Not without reason that Dante’s relationships tend to be... brief.”
She leans in and whispers conspiratorially in your ear.
“He probably knows very well he could have any woman he wants.” She adds with a grin, giving your shoulder a pat.
“I’m off to do some handiwork.” Nico announces, then gives you a playful shove, straight toward Dante, who, with his sword slung over his shoulder, is walking slowly in your direction.
“Hey, Nero! Kyrie called earlier. You should call her back!” Nico calls out, voice suddenly booming. You flinch slightly and take a hesitant step toward Dante. His expression is hard to read. Nero passes by with a knowing grin. Dante stops right in front of you, looking down with that familiar smug smile. But it fades when he sees how nervous you are.
“Hey, nothing wrong with that. I know I look good.” The half-demon says, striking one of his most confident poses. You can’t help but laugh.
“And? Did you get any sexual gratification from staring at me, or should I help you out?” He teases. You turn bright red and choke on your own spit. Dante pats you on the back, a little sheepishly.
“You okay?”
You nod slowly, meeting those beautiful blue eyes.
“Yes... though just staring doesn’t really help.” You admit, blushing as you avert your gaze, then glance back. He brushes a strand of hair from your face.
“Because of you, I lost the fight against Nero... you’ll have to make it up to me.” He says, voice low and seductive. A shiver runs down your spine. You can’t believe you’re having this conversation, but you also can’t ignore the heat building between you.
You bite your lower lip, and his gaze drops to your mouth.
“Hm... seductive.” Dante murmurs. “I’ve noticed for a while that you’ve been staring at me...”
He leans in, voice brushing your ear.
“I don’t mean to brag, but I’m fantastic at providing sexual gratification.”
You feel his lips against your ear. He’s so hot. So good-looking. And he always takes care of the people around him.
“Your lips are sexy.” His voice murmuring into your ear.
Dante's mouth brushes your ear. You grab onto his coat, almost desperately, unsure if this is real. His scent is intoxicating, in the best way. There has to be more, right? You don’t want to let the moment pass. Maybe, just maybe, you can see past the façade.
Dante rams his sword into the ground beside him, then let's one hand slide up your back to your neck. Shivers race along your spine. His rough, calloused fingers feel amazing. Those strong hands.
And then his lips are on yours.
You gasp. He’s kissing you. Dante is kissing you.
You rise up on your toes, and he leans down to meet you. Your grip on his coat tightens. You feel his tongue, his hot breath. He tastes so good. The rough stubble on his chin brushes against your skin. His kiss is claiming. Your legs tremble - they almost give out - and he grabs your waist, holding you close.
A delicious tingling sensation ripples through you. He pulls you against him. You feel the hard bulge pressed against your stomach, and your breath catches.
“Hrm. Didn’t think a kiss could be that hot.” His voice rumbles, deep in his chest.
You stare into those sparkling blue eyes, mischievous, amused, and aroused.
“Are you two coming? We have to go! Kyrie invited us to dinner!”
Nico’s voice hits like a splash of cold water, and you go fiery red. Dante just laughs.
“Yes, yes, Nico.” He calls, taking your hand and pulling you along. You’re too stunned to say anything, just stumbling after him, heart racing.