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MONSTER	By : Radius Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 10984 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Whoo-hoo! Back-to-back chapters! Like I said, I’m really serious about getting this fanfic posted up and completed. There are tentatively 11 chapters left to go. I say ‘tentatively’ because I may add chapters (unlikely). But that should get you an idea how much is left. I think I’m gonna cry once this fanfic is done, honestly. It’s the only completed story I’m posting online. More than that, this is fanfic about journey to self-discovery. I hope, with all my heart, you guys enjoy these characters. Each goes through their own journey so, in many ways, I feel like a mother raising a buncha kids. :p And like any mom, I don’t want them to go. Alas, kids’ do. And similar to how some kids succeed and fail, some characters are reborn while others are permanently destroyed (either physically or spiritually). BTW, I found the perfect song for this fanfic but I won’t reveal it until the end. I know a lotta ppl are wondering about Seth’s fate, so I’ll keep mums on that song since it’ll give it away ^_^

Anyway, here’s chapter 19. I suppose I could spend a whole week nitpicking this chp, but then, I’d never post it and you guys would be like ‘Jeez, when is the next chapter coming up?’ I think I got all I needed to say in this chapter. A big thanks to those reading this.

WARNING: Some manly scenes are here. Plus, we get to see Dante assume the role of the dominated. ^_^ I think, beyond the sex and role reversals, this chapter reveals the pinnacle point for Dante’s character. I won’t go into it. Again, I’m leaving it to you readers. You can enjoy this solely as an adult fanfic, or you can analyze it using a Jungian method. Either one that suits you, lol.

<< | His Drug of Choice | >>

“Gah, I can’t believe this! Why! Why! Why!”

With a blank look on each of their faces, Damsel and the rest of Paranormal Five stared at their leader in silence. This was the tenth random outburst he had throughout the day. His Mohawk slightly slanted to the left and the cigarette in his lips ready to pop out, Spook seemed set to explode. Last night’s news concerning the curfew still affected him, more than the fact that they just ran out of beer. He had hoped that the mayor would retract his statement this morning, but he never did. Now, in nearly all the news stations, they did a rebroadcast of the announcement. Again and again and again. To Spook, it was the equivalent of spitting in his face.

Wasn’t life grand, he bitterly thought to himself. It seemed like weeks ago he was on top of the world. Paranormal Five had covered the entire city with surveys. Their message boards were filled with reports and insights on their case. And they had found several consistencies that had the potential to locating the creature. And the best part? No one else was onto it. Not Han Solo. Not that prick, Griffin. None of them. Paranormal Five was going to break ground. Yeah. They were Kings of the fucking world. Now? Well, now he felt like somebody’s bitch.

Damn it. Just when Paranormal Five was getting somewhere, a shitload of obstacles stood in their road to success and fame. First, the cops confiscated their evidence. Then the news media exposed revelations of the beast to other paranormal investigators during the amusement park incident. And after that, it was the hack job. And today? It was this. It was like fate was looking down on them, making sure they never went above their status quo. Jesus, it pissed him off.

“This is fucked up, really fucked up,” he complained and sulked at the back of Agent Scully’s van.

Damsel and Chewbacca sat at the back with him, unsure of what to say to him. Chewbacca kept his eyes peeled on the broken radio receiver he was trying to fix while Damsel resumed reading Paranormal Five’s message boards in her lap top.

“Dude, relax,” said Agent Scully up front, breaking the silence among them. He turned the wheel. “Just ‘cause we got a curfew doesn’t mean we can’t continue our investigation, y’ know.”

“But we can’t search the streets at night anymore,” Spook barked back. “Do you know what that means, man?”

“Yeah, dude, no more lookin’ out for thugs and hoes. The streets are littered with freaks at night. One day you’re alive and kickin’, the next, you’re the dude found in the dumpster of some Taco Cabana.”

“Chickenshit,” Spook muttered and stumped out his cigarette with his boot. In a loud voice, he said, “No, it means we’ll be at a great disadvantage now. Griffon and the others have connections twenty-four seven. Even with this curfew, they’ll be able to conduct field work at night.”

“Then let’s do what we can during the afternoons,” suggested Damsel, trying to sound optimistic.”

“Sheeit, yeah, right,” Spook griped again. “Like we’ll get a lot of work done that way? Right. I bet Han Solo is laughin’ his ass right now.”

“Hrrr… don’t start that shit again,” whined Chewbacca, sitting next to him. He was busy taking apart a radio receiver. “Let’s just do our own thing and let him do his.”

“He’s probably already solved the case.”

“We don’t know that, man.”

“Wanna bet?” Spook sighed. He stared at the dismembered radio in Chewbacca’s hands. “You, uh, know what you’re doing?”

“Of course!” he said with a grin. “I’m fixin’ the fuckin’ radio receiver, yeah?”

At that very moment, one of the circuits sparked. Chewbacca flinched back and dropped the radio, breaking it into several pieces.

“Oh no,” Damsel exclaimed.

She tried to help gather the pieces before they stumbled away, bending down to scoop them up. The same wire that sparked before fired again and burnt her finger. She wailed in pain, shaking her hand furiously. From the front, Radar heard her scream and came to the back of the van to investigate. Damsel didn’t see him behind her and accidentally elbowed him in the stomach. All three members yelled and barked at each other.

Watching the fiasco occur right before his very eyes, Spook could only sigh. Hopeless, he thought to himself, it was all so hopeless.

Meanwhile, Agent Scully pulled the van up to the parking lot of a convenience store. Once things settled down again they each filed out of the van, heading toward the store to restock on supplies. Spook dragged behind his group, unable to be in a cheery mood. Damsel stayed behind with him.

“Spook, it was bound to happen,” she told him, sucking on her burnt finger. “You heard the Police Chief last time, right? He’s just looking after the safety of everyone here. That’s all.”

“I know… but damn it…” He sighed, shaking his head. “First, Griffon. And now this curfew. It’s like we can never get a break, you know?”

Damsel shrugged her shoulders. “That’s the story of our life, Spook.”

“But I want something better for us. I’m tired of people like Griffon and Han Solo being better than us.” He looked up at the daylight sky. “I want us to be the top supernatural investigators in town. I want people to treat us with some Goddamn respect.”

“I know. I feel the same way. But not everything we want is going to be handed to us. We’ve gotta work for it, Spook.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a scoff. “We literally gotta crawl on our knees to get what we want. Even then, everything turns to shit. Everything falls apart.”

“So? Let’s pick up the pieces and move on. There’s no reason to bitch about it. Right?”

Spook looked at Damsel, absorbing her words. For a klutz, she certainly had a lot of brains and wisdom. He chuckled and offered her a small smile.

“There’s the Spook I know,” she said, grinning. “Welcome back, o’ fearless leader.”

Spook laughed again. For some odd reason, his stomach had butterflies.

“Come on,” Damsel urged, nodding toward the convenience store. “Let’s go before the others horde the place for themselves.”

Together, they entered the store. Everyone else was already inside. They dispersed into several directions, grabbing items off the shelf: beer, magazines, Twinkies, gum, sodas, and other essentials. Once they gathered what they came for, they convened in front of the counter.

“Going on a trip?” a man of sixty years asked, studying their items.

“Sort of,” Spook answered back. “We’re actually conducting an investigation.”

“Oh?” the older man replied as he scanned their items. “What are you kids investigating?”

“The black beast, dude,” blurted Agent Scully. “Or black bear. Or whatever the hell it is.”

At this, the old man frowned. “You mean you guys are trying to locate the monster killing people? Good lord, stay home. It’s dangerous.”

“We can’t,” declared Spook, “It’s our job. We’re supernatural investigators. We go by Paranormal Five, in fact.” He took out a card from his back pocket. “See?”

The old man squint his eyes to get a good look at the card. He appeared surprised afterward. “Oh, so you’re the kids who’ve been passing out those surveys.”

“Yep, that’s us,” exclaimed Damsel, proud since she came up with the idea.

“We distributed those surveys throughout the city,” informed Radar.

“Hrrr… it was hard work, man,” Chewbacca spouted, fondly remembering the summer heat and bitchy people.

“I actually answered back to you guys,” the old man confessed. “So did my wife.”

“Really?” Spook smiled. “Thanks, man. We deeply appreciate it. Any information on the paranormal is awesome.”

“So I guess you read my report on the black beast, huh? I actually saw it.”

Spook’s eyes widen. “You mean, you really saw the creature?”

“Yeah.”

Spook and his team members huddled close to the counter.

“Tell us about it,” Paranormal Five’s leader urged.

“It was about a month ago. It was at night, so, it’s hard to describe what I saw. I just… remember it had pitch-black eyes. It was black all over too, like a shadow or something.”

“Was it tall?”

“Yeah. I think it was. I practically had to look up to see its eyes.”

“Where did you see it?” inquired Radar this time.

“Near the river. My wife and I had just visited our daughter and were heading home. Our car was parked near the Hudson Bridge. I was about to open my door until my wife screamed. At first, I didn’t know what had happened. Then I looked at the direction she was looking at it…”

“And you saw it?” Damsel wondered out loud.

The old man nodded.

“Did it act violent, dude?” Agent Scully grabbed one of the bags of beef jerky already scanned. He popped one into his mouth and later added in a muffled voice, “Did it try to attack you?”

“Well… no. It stood real still, perhaps for about a minute or two. It just looked at us.”

Spook and the others frowned, expecting a more violent confrontation.

“Before I got the chance to pick up my cell phone to call the cops,” the old man continued, “it leapt up, made its way to the bridge, and disappeared.”

Spook and his team members exchanged looks for a moment. All of them wondered if this sighting pertained to their case. They eventually returned their attention back to the old man.

“It’s actually frightening to think that my wife and I could’ve died that night,” the cash registrar stated later, his voice low. “We were… really lucky.”

“You were, and thanks for the information,” Spook replied with a smile. He handed the old man their card. “Here, take this. Call us if you see the beast again or remember anything else from that night.”

The old man took it, nodding his head. Afterward, he scanned in the last item. “That’s sixty-one dollars and twenty-two cents, guys.”

Spook took out his credit card and handed it to the cash registrar. The old man studied it for a second before giving it back to him.

“Sorry, we don’t accept this here.”

“Oh shit, my bad…” Spook mumbled and searched for his wallet. It wasn’t with him. He glanced at Damsel. “Damn, I think I left my wallet at the van. Could you get it?”

Damsel nodded and Agent Scully tossed her his keys.

While Spook and the others continued talking to the cash registrar, she made her way back to the van. She unlocked it and slid the side door aside, soon searching for Spook’s wallet.

It was pretty incredible and almost disturbing, she thought. More and more people were sharing stories of their encounters with the beast these days. The old man was just one of many. Though, his encounter wasn’t as violent as the others had reported. Damsel wondered what to make of this. What prompted the beast to kill its victims and what prompted it not to? Did the beast choose its victims? Did it know them? There were so many questions. Not to mention, they still didn’t know what it was that they were tracking. In a way, she was glad there was a curfew in place. She was getting scared shitless.

Damsel finally discovered Spook’s wallet. She snatched it up and tried to hurry back. Closing the slide door, she headed toward the convenience store. She abruptly stopped on her tracks, focusing on the street across her.

Wait a minute. That man…

“Rainbow?” she realized, seeing him ready to cross.

My god. It was him. It had to be. She recognized a hunk like him a mile away. It really was him. The very man she’d been trying to contact for days. The very man she missed. It was Rainbow!

From where she stood, Damsel waved her hand to catch his attention, smiling. “Hey, Rainbow! It’s me! It’s Damsel! Yoo-hoo!”

She ran toward him but a series of cars prevented her from crossing the street to meet him on the other side. He probably couldn’t hear her because he still didn’t turn to face her direction. His focus was on the street light. She tried to get his attention again.

“Hold up, Rainbow!” she yelled and cursed at the cars blocking her path. They honked at her. “Wait for me! We really need to talk!”

Rainbow still couldn’t hear her.

“Rainbow! Hello!” she whistled to him.

This time, he turned his head and looked at her direction. For a brief moment, they made eye contact. Damsel’s grin widened. She got a clear look of his face. It was calm and collective and beautiful. It was exactly how she remembered it. And his eyes were intense as ever. They almost penetrated her, devoured her very soul. Damsel smiled, enjoying this moment. At last, she saw him.

She waved to him, hoping he’d come to her or yell something colorful and funny. Instead, Rainbow looked away and crossed the street.

“Rainbow…?” she called after him.

Didn’t he see her? Or did he not recognize her? They hadn’t seen each other for awhile. But… surely, Rainbow didn’t forget her. Could he?

“Rainbow!” she shouted again.

Two streets away, he looked at her again. This time she was sure he saw her because he stared at her longer this time. And yet, after awhile, he turned and walked away, his back now facing her. Damsel slowly lowered her hand.

Moments later, Damsel returned to the store and handed Spook his wallet.

“Oh, hey, thanks… Huh? What’s wrong?” Spook immediately asked her when he saw her. “Damsel, you look terrible? Did something happen?”

“No, it’s nothing.” She turned away, feeling her eyes become moist all of a sudden.

***

The Jefferson Memorial Park was divided into two sections. The west area provided an excellent view of the city’s main river. This region of the park often housed important city events, from tournaments to annual parades. In contrast, the east side served as a reclusive spot for lovers and personal family get-togethers. Consumed by hordes of trees, it was a popular spot for cookouts and long naps on the grass. Throughout the years, Jefferson Memorial Park greeted hundreds of visitors with beautiful scenery and fresh air. It had become one of the vital areas in the city. Yet, today’s dreadfully hot temperature kept most people away. Only the bored and truly dedicated came.

In the triple digits, the sun’s roar was powerful; its brilliant rays of light penetrated the air. Joggers and bikers alike were soaked with sweat. Their glossy skin blistered red. Only a handful of families had their picnics out in the open grass. Most of them, however, retreated to locales that offered tons of trees and large umbrellas. When the sun finally reached its peak, a large number of people abandoned the park in favor for air conditioned environments.

Drinking a bottle of water, Dante followed the trail before him, moving aside for bikers and joggers. He appeared different than his usual self, dressed in a short-sleeved, white shirt and khaki pants. Even though he was used to dark and leather attire, the weather prompted him to don light-colored clothes. Against the heat, the handful of wooden-made chokers he wore around his neck clung to him like leeches. He had the urge to yank them off but decided against it. He resumed walking and followed the scent of a man who smelled of perfume and who had too much iron in his blood.

Recalling a phone conversation he had with Seth not long ago, Dante noticed how strange his voice sounded.

I need you to come to Jefferson Memorial Park right now.

Seth?

I’ll wait by the bridge.

Is something wrong? I thought you were going to call later tonight. Aren’t you practicing for —?

I need you here.

Seth… what…?

Come, Dante.

That was basically how it went. Before he could press their conversation any further the phone line went dead. Seth didn’t pick up when he called back.

Something was amiss. Last night, Seth had clearly indicated to him that he’d call in the evening and no sooner than that. Being the perfectionist that he was, he was going to be busy preparing for his High Ten performance. But then this call came, seemingly out of the blue. Again and again, Dante recalled the strange tone in Seth’s voice. Realization came eventually. It was Seth but at the same time it wasn’t. It was the Animal.

Dante didn’t know what it was that triggered these behavioral changes and he knew he’d have to ask Seth about it someday. If his ‘Animal’ had something to do with the victims appearing throughout the city then the question was unavoidable. And yet, even as Dante contemplated over his dilemma, juggling between his personal and professional feelings, his aching shaft rejoiced in the return of the Animal.

He still hadn’t forgotten his sexual encounter with the Animal in the Funhouse. It left him with an everlasting desire for more. Seth’s Animal gave him the simplicity he sought in their relationship. It gave him the fuck of his life with no strings attached. Absent were obligations and sentimental thoughts. In their place was only the essential, only the primal instinct embedded in every man and woman. Now that Animal returned to him, summoning him here to this park.

Stay away. Don’t trust the Animal. Don’t be aroused by it.

Seth told him that last night, right before they parted ways. He refused to let him stay at his apartment. Dante didn’t feel his warnings were necessary. In fact, he didn’t see a problem with seeing the Animal. No doubt, the Animal could answer some of the questions Seth couldn’t. The Animal could also satisfy him in more ways the regular Seth could not. Was that wrong? No, he didn’t think so. It was natural for him to want more. Like a drug addict, he couldn’t help himself. He tasted the venom of a lethal drug and impatiently waited for the next fix.

As he walked further into the park, Dante inhaled the Animal’s odor. There was the same perfume he detected at the amusement park days ago. And then there were the Animal’s sexual juices. They were overflowing with anticipation. Yes, simplicity was on Seth’s mind too.

Dante kept walking, using memory and scent to lead him to the park’s bridge. He paused with a slight glower in his face. Closer to his rendezvous point, his nose detected other odors on Seth. None of them belonged to the handsome brunette, however. They came from various people, both men and women. Dante quickened his pace and found Seth at last.

At the park’s wooden-made bridge, Seth observed the water stream that ran below it. Despite the weather, he wore chic clothes: a turquoise-striped shirt with black slacks and matching jacket. His face was void of any cosmetic make-up, leaving only the natural, cream-white color of his flesh. Alone, the angelic-faced man continued to study the glistening water. He felt Dante’s presence and slightly turned his head.

“It took you awhile,” Seth stated, his arms resting on the wooden railing.

“I’ve been busy.”

“Oh? Doing what, may I ask?”

“Work,” Dante stated simply and joined him at the bridge. He sniffed the air only once and grimaced. “What have you been doing all day?”

“Fucking.”

It took a moment to let that answer sink in. The answer had come like a slap on the face. Dante studied Seth for a while before finally saying, “You’re shitting me, right?”

“No. That’s what I was doing all day.” When Dante didn’t reply back, Seth inserted with amusement, “I had a total of nine partners. Four of them were men and the rest were women. I screwed the last one just fifteen minutes ago, right here, in fact.” Seth shrugged his shoulders. “It was rather boring.”

For a moment, Dante entertained the thought that Seth was being playful and humorous today. Yet, the odors that emitted from the brunette man confirmed his statement. It was downright disturbing. It wasn’t the fact Seth screwed around that bothered Dante the most, though. Rather, it was the way he casually spoke about his infidelity. It was as if he’d been asked what he had for lunch today.

“Well, ain’t that peachy, sweetheart…” Dante sneered.

The other man was unfazed by Dante’s tone and stared at the water again.

Dante’s eyes narrowed coolly. Seth warned him not to trust the Animal. He told him that the Animal was out-of-control and uncompassionate. But… Dante couldn’t excuse this.

“You belong to me, Seth,” Dante reminded him.

“No, I already told you a long time ago. I don’t.”

Dante forced Seth to look at him, twisting his body around to face him. “I don’t know what your problem is, what triggers these damn mood swings of yours, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t want you fucking other people. I’ve been honest with you. Do the same for me.”

Seth chuckled softly. He seemed more sexually aroused by Dante’s aggression than threatened by it. “You should have fun. Enjoy a bit of variety yourself.”

Dante punched him hard across the face, causing two front teeth to fall out. Hardly the diplomat, Dante couldn’t resist. Seth’s attitude was pissing him off. If it took a good knock on the mouth to bring him back to his senses, then so be it.

“Oh, Dante…” Seth started and spit out his bloody teeth, appearing oblivious toward Dante’s anger. Within seconds, his missing teeth regenerated into new ones. “You need to lighten up.”

“Fuck you, Seth. You think this shit is funny?”

Seth wiped blood from his lower lip. “Yes, Dante, I find all of this funny. Your reaction just now was sublime. It’s absolutely beautiful how much you and I have in common.” He took a step closer to Dante and placed a hand on his crotch. “I must whole-heartedly confess, that of all the partners I’ve had today, they pale in comparison to you.”

Dante swallowed hard. He tried not to be aroused by Seth’s firm touch.

“You truly are a remarkable animal, Dante,” Seth told him softly. He stroked the tender muscle and later added, “Others don’t fuck as well as you do. They don’t make it hurt as much. You have a brilliant aura and cock I like very much.”

It was difficult for Dante to maintain his composure. The more Seth touched him the more he wanted to respond to those touches. His body, the awful traitor that it was, took great delight in this strange, physical exchange of theirs. Yet, he tried to resist.

“I’m not screwing around, Seth,” he told him, “I meant what I said.”

“And I meant what I said, Dante. I can smell everything about you. I can smell your very essence, your very soul.”

Dante nearly gasped when Seth tightened his grip.

“Yes, I like all of your dark, mysterious qualities, Dante. You transcend all the norms. Perhaps I will be yours, when you’re ready for me, that is.”

“I want you to be mines now,” Dante murmured back. He fought to regain his fire again. “If I even think you’re screwing around behind my back I’ll slice off your balls and feed them to the fish here.”

Deeply amused by Dante’s defiance, Seth laughed, throwing back his head. He still held onto the crotch and nearly crushed it with his hand. He heard Dante grunt in pain and aggressively pushed his lips against his. It was a powerful kiss; enough to produce blood from the both of them.

“Bastard…” Dante whispered to him, even when he was deeply aroused, kissing him back.

“Yes, I confess that I am,” Seth replied, “Now suck on my tongue…”

It took awhile for Dante to come to. The stubborn man in him didn’t want to forget Seth’s infidelity and desire to beat him into a bloody pulp. Yet, his anger waned more and more. He felt Seth’s hardness against his inner thigh and moaned in reaction to it. The violent Devil within him stirred to life. Tasting the blood on Seth’s lips, Dante clutched a handful of his hair and aggressively pulled him closer to him, sucking on his tongue.

It was easy for him to cum after that. His member turned like a rock and his breathing became shallow. He craved for Seth’s tightness, for it to surround his muscle. He desired to hear the naughty noises and words he often heard whenever they connected. It was why he came here. It was the simplicity he wanted, his drug.

“Now…” Dante urged between their frantic kissing, “Now…”

Seth slammed Dante against the bridge’s railing, hard enough to crack it. He moaned and laughed simultaneously as Dante lashed out his tongue, licking his neck and cheek.

“Let’s find a spot for us, then,” was all Seth told him.

For a brief moment, Dante mentally heard Seth’s warning last night: Stay away. Don’t trust the Animal. Don’t be aroused by it. His lips pressed against Seth’s, Dante could only sigh. Standing here with the Animal, he couldn’t promise Seth any of that. If Seth couldn’t embrace the deeper parts of himself then he would do it for him. He’d find contentment in it, even. All of the sexual lust he had craved for would come from this Animal, this creature the real Seth feared.

Dante kissed Seth one more time. Then they released their grips on each other and sought out a perfect spot for the two of them.

They walked side-by-side during the heat of the day. A few people noticed their lustful looks and sneered in reaction. For the most part, Seth ignored them while Dante intentionally amplified the situation by sucking on Seth’s neck. To him, it was all amusing. He imagined these very same people stoning him to death if they ever found out he was part Devil too. Devil and bisexual. Yeah, that certainly had blasphemy written all over it.

Aside from being entertained and walking around with the intention of having sex, Dante had to remember about the work he conducted this morning, before their raunchy get-together. He’d been at the amusement park, collecting whatever evidence he could gather for his case. He took photos of the already-familiar claw marks and even interviewed some of the employees there. Yet, he was unable to detect the suspect’s scent. It was odorless, just like before. This left him with many questions, questions that only the man walking by his side right now could possibly answer.

As much as he wanted to engulf himself in Seth’s body, he had to silence the questions that had been nagging him for awhile. Now was the time to ask those questions, while his mind was still capable of calculation. Even if the questions appeared redundant, he had to get them passed and cleared. If Seth could not remember what happened at the amusement park several days ago then perhaps the Animal did.

“Seth…” he started. “At the theme park several days ago, where were you when we got separated?”

The other man looked at him for a moment, as if puzzled. Then he chuckled and kept walking. They were now at the east side of the park. They strolled into a shaded grass area and advanced deeper into it. There were only a handful of people in the area.

“Seth, tell me where you went,” Dante repeated.

“I was around,” Seth finally responded, studying the few people brave enough to stand the temperature.

“Come on. I need more of a precise answer than that. You were gone for a pretty long time. You ditched me afterwards, remember asshole? Where did you go? What were you doing?”

“I was enjoying the pleasure of other people’s company, Dante.” Seth smiled innocently.

Dante tried hard not to imagine what he meant by ‘pleasure’. Instead, he asked, “And that Goth kid you were with? What happened to him?”

Seth shrugged his shoulders. “I had enough of him, not long after I left you. I slept on the roof of a building by myself.”

“Your apartment’s roof?”

“No. It was a building I picked at random. I like sleeping at random spots, waking up and seeing the sunset from a completely different environment.”

How like Seth to do that. His misfit always enjoyed the outdoors. In fact, he had an annoying habit of dozing off on his apartment’s roof top, despite the rigid coldness of the night. One of these days that boy was going to catch a nasty cold.

“And your apartment,” Dante continued, “When did you go back there?”

“I went there shortly after waking up the next morning.”

Further into the grassed area surrounded by trees, Seth’s pace slowed down, an indication there was an appropriate spot for them close by. The only people here was a biker man and woman, both caught up in their own lust. They were still fully clothed but it didn’t seem for long. Near them was their barbecue pit. It was closed but the smell of hamburger patties drifted upward. Seth sniffed the air only once before making a face and walking away.

“I like to go to the apartment,” Seth added later and walked around a thick tree trunk. Going around it, he popped his head out and smiled to Dante. “I like to see myself pretend to live a normal life.”

                Dante went to the tree Seth stood next to and put a hand on it. Pretend to live a normal life, he thought. That statement somehow felt familiar. Suddenly, Dante remembered the survey.

He didn’t get the chance to read the rest of the survey. He’d been busy trying to piece together the amusement park’s incident. What he read so far, though, conveyed a man tormented by something beyond his grasp. He was already living in hell… That’s what he wrote in the survey. Up until that point, Dante didn’t know Seth saw himself that way and it pained him that he did. Behind the smiles and awkward behavior, Seth was actually a torn man on the verge of breaking down.

Perhaps Damsel was right all along. Perhaps Seth had something important to say but couldn’t find the proper words to express it.

“What do you mean by ‘pretend to live a normal life’?” Dante inquired. His tone was soft.

Seth looked at him. Then he gazed at their surroundings. He shook his head, appearing disappointed. “No. This won’t do. Let’s continue.”

“Huh?”

“This place, it is unsuitable for our needs.”

“Wait.” Dante grabbed him by the arm. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“That’s because I would rather fuck than talk.”

Dante smiled a little at that reply. “Me too, but we should finish our conversation first.”

“I’m not one to converse with right now.” He removed Dante’s hand.

“Seth…”

The other man ignored him now, more annoyed by the environment than invested in their current discussion. Either Seth didn’t care or he was being evasive with him. Either way, Seth remained reluctant to reveal much about himself.

“Seriously, we should talk.”

Seth unzipped his pants, unfazed. “I suppose we can screw around for a little while, just to get into the mood of things.”

“C’mon, Seth…”

“Then we’ll find a better place to finish each other off.”

“Look, you’re the one always telling me we should be open to each other, so let’s be open.”

Dante watched him pull out his erection, flipping back the overlaid skin on his tip.

Seth looked at him. “The only thing I want opened at the present moment, Dante, is your mouth. Now kneel before me and suck on my cock.”

Seth was a direct man but never this direct. It amazed Dante to see him like this. To hear the Animal be so brutally honest with his desires was both an unexpected surprise but delicious blessing. Admittedly, the sight of his partner’s erection and blunt demand revitalized a burning heat inside Dante. It was a heat that grew with intensity the more he absorbed the lustful look on Seth’s face. Yet, he was fully aware this was a ploy. Seth was dodging his questions yet again. Christ, Seth was always an evasive bastard but this time, he was clever and strategic.

“Well, Dante?” Seth started again, “Will you satisfy me? Or should go to someone else?”

Dante frowned. His remark wasn’t a threat. It was something Seth was prepared to do if he didn’t respond. The Animal’s desire for sexual gratification was entirely genuine. He did not care about talking and opening up to him. But could he blame him?

He was the exact same way. Many times he hated the sentimental remarks Seth expressed whenever they screwed each other. He didn’t want to hear cuddly words like ‘you’re beautiful’ or ‘I’ll stay with you for however long you want me to’ right when he was about to cum hard. He didn’t want to have a friendly and humorous conversation while his cock was being man-handled. He wanted simplicity and only simplicity.

For a moment, Seth’s face remained calm. His mouth was partly opened and his eyes were halfway closed, the thick eyelashes creating soft shadows. With his exposed penis strong and erect, he drew close to Dante and put a hand on his shoulder.

Dante thought he was going to kiss him or caress his cheek like he usually did. Instead, Seth aggressively pushed him to the ground.

                “Suck on it,” Seth commanded, glaring down at him.

                On his knees now, Dante looked up at him. The Animal demanded immediate fulfillment. Whatever he wanted, he took it by force. Again, he was surprised by the Animal’s brutality. Never in a million years did he imagine Seth to be so physical and direct. In contrast, the regular Seth was subtle and never forcefully assertive. Even when he tried to be, he apologized afterward.

Part of Dante both admired and loathed the Animal. On the ground, he felt almost inferior to the man standing over him. In that same instant, an uncomfortable, humiliating sensation overwhelmed him, one that nearly reminded him of his younger, vulnerable days. After his mother died, he vowed never to feel powerless again. Since then, any man or demon that gave him that sense of helplessness didn’t live long to tell the tale. He made sure of that.

Nevertheless, here he was, on his knees before an Animal that demanded oral pleasure. It was so beside him to accept this role reversal. So often, he was the dominant partner of the two. He had complete command over Seth’s body and treated it with force. He found himself on the edge of sadism plenty of times, playfully testing the boundaries between the norms and absurd. He took pleasure in opening Seth up with his thick cock. In return, Seth had given himself to him, submitting himself to his raw actions. Never once, however, did the flamboyant man return the gesture. Never once did he act as the dominant partner, demanding otherworldly things of him.

Dante couldn’t understand it. He didn’t want to be dominated but couldn’t find it in himself to punish Seth for putting him in this situation. Why did he remain here? On his knees? Why didn’t he stand on his feet and break Seth in half for making him feel helpless? For reasons he could not understand, he was tolerant of this new, degrading role. Perhaps it was because the simplicity the Animal promised him was attractive and different from the typical norms.

Dante confessed, often times the real world suffocated him, demanding him to be something he wasn’t. In order to survive in it, he had to hide his demonic heritage, fully knowing he’d be seen as a threat to all of humanity otherwise. It did not matter if he defended the weak. In the end, humanity feared what it could not be understood. Their instilled moralities and cultural values had classified his kind as unnatural and dangerous. There could be no co-existence without compromise. In making that compromise, he sacrificed a good part of his soul by concealing his dark powers from society. The Animal, on the contrary, required no sacrifice. He promised a world consumed with complete and uncanny freedom. In this world, there was no compromise. No obligations. No expectations. The Animal’s world survived purely on instinct as opposed to preconceived judgments and prejudices. His was a world where the unnatural embraced their unnaturalness.

Yes… it started to make sense now. Even if it hurt his ego in the process, it made perfect sense.

Seth caressed the locks of his hair as he waited for a response. His body and demeanor were absolutely seductive to Dante. They pulled him into the flames of pleasure and instant gratification, causing his own inner clockwork to surge with energy. He felt his blood and juices circulate, felt every nerve dance, and felt the pounding organ beneath his chest struggle to keep up with it all. This version of Seth was the drug he needed, a toxic and harmful chemical that both subdued and released him. He hadn’t taken a strong hit last time, only inhaling parts of him. But now he could try him, taste him and see if there was a difference between the Animal and Seth. Yes, this was the Animal he saw in the mirror that night. This was Seth’s reflection.

Dante chose not to resist anymore. His drug was calling to him. It would be his drug of choice for today. On his knees, Dante steadied himself and took Seth in the mouth.

“Oh yes, Dante, just like that,” Seth said from above. He leaned back against the tree while Dante’s head kept moving in circular motions. “Just like that… Perfect.”

Each mouthful Dante took sent Seth’s manhood deeper into his throat, enabling him to feel its entire volume. He didn’t have trouble taking it all in. Having taken many demons before, all of whom had abnormally large dicks, he was an expert in this sort of thing. Still, he looked up at Seth, half wondering what his reaction would be if he did choke.

Seth stared back. His face was an expressionless mask but his dark eyes clearly displayed deep approval. He brushed strands of silver hair off Dante’s face, wanting to study him while he suckled again and again and again. He sighed softly when Dante’s mouth smacked loudly, soon tugging at his hair.

For a long while, they maintained eye contact. They stared at each other, taking pleasure in each other’s voyeuristic roles. Dante released his own erection and ran his hand up and down to release the tension building inside of him. Seth took satisfaction in watching him do so, his eyes growing intensely the faster Dante’s hand moved. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it and looked up.

Between his swallowing, wet sounds, Dante heard someone approach. The sound of feet brushing against grass was soon followed by criticism.

“Fuckin’ freaks… Dicks are for chicks…” muttered the biker from before. He held his girlfriend rudely, with one hand squeezing an exposed breast. “Look at ‘em, baby. Circus freaks, right?”

Dante kept suckling Seth, his eyes remotely watching the biker before shifting upward again. He saw a crooked smile on Seth’s lips.

“Get the fuck out of here,” the man said louder and fondled his girl’s crotch, “There are damn kids in this place.”

Drowsy with heat and his mouth still occupied, Dante only response was his middle finger. The biker cursed loudly and threw the woman off him.

As the woman landed with a hard thud, the biker advanced toward Dante. The Devil Hunter didn’t care much for his threats and resumed blowing on Seth, moving his wet mouth faster and faster, with greater ferocity. He used both hands now to hold the shaft still, applying enough pressure to make Seth moan and hiss. He grasped the thick organ even tighter and groaned with him, continuously bobbing his head up and down. Up and down. Up and down…

Meanwhile, the biker stood directly behind him. He raised his fist to deliver a heavy blow. Mouth still connected, Dante prepared to leg sweep him but Seth reacted first. His delicate hand shot out and instantly grabbed the biker man’s wrist. Dante engulfed a large spurt of sourly milk into his throat and heard the sick crack of a bone break simultaneously. Looking up with only his eyes, he saw the biker man’s wrist split in half. The loose skin of his arm held the two pieces together.

The biker fell back, completely in shock.

Seth waited a few seconds, moaning loudly, before gently easing Dante off of him. He grunted, both enthralled by Dante’s powerful mouth but also frustrated by being interrupted from it. Dante licked and kissed Seth’s tip before moving away at last. He, too, was pissed and stood by Seth’s side. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he watched the man wither in pain with some contentment.

Again and again, the biker looked at his wrist, as did his girlfriend. Their shock surpassed the need to yell for help. They could only stare at the dangling wrist with wild eyes and silent mouths.

Dante was deeply amused by all this. He was amused by Seth’s actions too. It was a tad bit excessive, yes, but if it was him receiving the blowjob he’d have done the same thing.

Dante wanted to walk away and fuck somewhere else, leaving the biker to lick his wounds. But Seth wasn’t through. He grabbed the biker, lifting him up by the hair. Because the man was smaller than him, Seth raised the biker a good few inches off the ground.

Face-to-face now, Seth drove a knee up the man’s groin, which earned him a loud gasp that spoke volumes. Dante heard the force behind Seth’s knee-kick and knew he permanently damaged both of the man’s balls. Unfortunately, Seth still wasn’t done. Soon after, he grabbed the biker’s injured testicles, squeezing and crushing them, threatening to tear them off. As the biker shrieked, the abandoned girlfriend yelled a battle cry and jumped on top of Seth’s back, pounding her fists to make him stop. Dante grabbed her with one hand and stretched his arm out, putting some distance between her and him.

“Let’s find another spot,” Dante told Seth and yawned.

“No. I like this.” Seth squeezed the biker’s balls harder.

“I don’t. You’re spoiling the mood.”

Without blinking, Seth stared at his prey, his eyes in fire.

Dante smirked. He knew Seth was playing with the biker, much like a cat played with a mouse trapped between its claws. Seth possessed incredible strength and that surprised him a little. Despite being an Other, Seth had been very timid in displaying his unique abilities. Sure, Dante noticed little things. Seth’s uncanny smell and fast reflexes were a few noteworthy features, but that was it. Looking back at the amusement park incident, though, Seth held his body in place. If he hadn’t been busy trying to get off, that should’ve raised a red flag. His devil’s blood enabled to him to resist even the strongest of forces. Seth shouldn’t have had any power over him that day. That was a bit unsettling. All this, and the scene unfolding right now, reinforced the fact that Seth was more powerful than he originally believed.

From the way he held the biker, Seth’s hands were obviously capable of pulling off his balls with the flick of a finger. Dante’s rational mind told him to act before things got hairy but his body was still drunk with sexual heat. He wanted to resume where Seth and him left off. The Animal was still his drug, his drug of choice right now. The poison he ingested just moments ago made every muscle in his body tighten and seek more of it.

Dante could only sigh at the vicious sight occurring in front of him. He still held onto the biker’s girlfriend, protecting her from his overly-violent lover.

“I’m s-sorry…” stuttered the biker to Seth, gritting through his teeth. “I’m s-sorry! P-please! Please don’t k-kill me! I’m sorry!”

The girl in Dante’s hand wailed, her face was wet from tears.

The biker was an asshole and he didn’t feel sorry about what happened to his hand. But no man deserved to have his balls ripped off. It just wasn’t right. Dante rolled his eyes, frustrated at having to play mediator when all he wanted was to get off and feel his dick down Seth’s throat. So long as his partner kept screwing around with the biker, though, he wasn’t getting anywhere.

With the girl, Dante leapt up the tree next to him with inhumane speed and agility. The distance of the leap was easily over a meter but he had no trouble jumping it. Dante settled the biker lady on a stable and very thick branch. With her out of the equation, he thought, he could get Seth to let go of the biker man, hassle-free.

Naturally, the woman screamed. Shirtless and away from help, she was positioned many few feet off ground, no thanks to a man who probably wasn’t human. She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Dante rolled his eyes again and jumped down. He landed just a foot away from Seth and his captor. With a heavy sigh, he grabbed Seth’s hand, just as it was about to rip off the man’s testicles.

“Let go of his toys, Seth. I’d rather you play with mines instead.”

Seth’s attention remained on the helpless man. The Animal was thirsty to deliver more punishment. Again, Dante was amused and fought back the urge to chuckle. Still, it was the joke of the century. His usually cuddly partner, the same one who played with Carebears and sang Boy George songs, was here, trying to tear off a man’s balls.

Dante moved behind Seth and took hold of his length, still unzipped and erect.

“Come on, baby,” Dante whispered into his ear while driving his hands back and forth over the tight, leather-like skin. “Let go of him. He needs to flip his burger patties over there. They’re getting overcooked and smell like shit.”

Chuckling, Seth held back a moan and asked the biker, “What do you think of Dante? He’s quite incredible, isn’t he?”

Afraid to aggravate him any further, the biker nervously nodded in agreement.

Seth leaned back and tilted his head to the side. He avidly licked Dante’s lips and tenderly whispered for him to go faster. Dante released his own tongue to meet his and adjusted his hands’ speed.

For a while, the two embraced each other in a wet and slithering kiss. Dante continued his hand job while Seth moaned in pleasure. When he ejaculated on the biker man Dante chuckled, laughing at the morbid expression the biker man made. It was certainly something.

Seth became calm again, relaxed and sexually drowsy. While Dante sucked on his earlobe, Seth returned his attention to the cum-filled biker man who hung paralyzed with fear and bewilderment.

“The next time you see Dante you should thank him,” Seth advised him, “He just saved your life.”

Letting go of the biker’s cock, he threw him backward with the other hand. The distance of his toss spanned many meters until the man tumbled down a hill, eventually rolling into a stop by the river.

Seth laughed and went back to kissing Dante, turning his body around to face him. The two animals clawed and clutched each other, hungry for the heat that consumed them. Their passionate moment was interrupted, however. Several officers, investigating the screams, fast approached the area. Seth zipped his pants while Dante groaned in aggravation. They fled to another spot, abandoning the half-naked woman still stuck high up in a tree.

Screaming, the biker lady hollered to the officers below when they arrived at last.

“Help me!”

“What the…?” started one officer, seeing her high above.

“Get me down! Get me down! Get me down!”

“Hold on, miss, we’ll call the firefighters to get a ladder,” the second officer yelled to her, “In the meantime, are you going to tell us how the hell you winded up there?”

“We saw these guys screwing each other so my boyfriend went over to stop them! Then the guy with black hair broke my boyfriend’s wrist in half! Then he lifted him up off the ground and was going to tear off his balls! And then the guy’s boyfriend, who had silver hair, grabbed me! He took me and he leaped up this tree with a single jump! And then he put me here while the man with the black hair ejaculated all over her boyfriend! And then that guy threw my boyfriend over the hill over there!”

She pointed straight ahead. The officers exchanged a look.

“Better get the breathalyzer test,” one of them mumbled and prepared to cite her for public disorderly conduct.

Meanwhile, Dante and Seth were already at the west side of the park. Near the river side, the sun’s position was still high up in the air. Only a sparse, few people remained.

Dante looked around, searching for a trail leading out of the park. He had enough of this shit and wanted to get to Seth’s apartment. Seth grabbed his hand, though, and pulled him toward a bench that was shaded with trees. It overlooked the city’s river.

“Here,” he simply said.

It took the tone of Seth’s voice and the sight of his pants being unzipped to make Dante understand what he meant. While he still wanted to avoid any entanglements with the cops, he was overcome by the same heat Seth felt. This couldn’t wait any longer. His choice of drug called to him and he was going to have it. Right here, on a public-used bench. Right now, in broad daylight with the sun still hot.

His face and palms sweaty from the heat of the sun and from his own body, Dante stripped until he wore only the wooden chokers and amulet around his neck. He avidly watched Seth remove his own clothes and thought how risqué this was for them. It was one thing to undo a zipper and fuck standing up. It made escaping the authorities easier if they were caught screwing. However, it was a completely different challenge when both were completely nude. There wasn’t much to do in a situation like that except to get arrested. Yet, here they were, firmly nude and in a public area. It was as if they were telling this truly natural world ‘fuck you.’

Thankfully, the surrounding trees and the high backside of the bench did offer a bit of concealment for them. Slightly relieved by that, Dante lied against the length of bench, deciding he’d be the receiver of this sexual encounter. He massaged his cock as he waited for Seth to finish undressing, using both his hands. After a few moments, it was slick, hard, and purplish. He was ready for the Animal, ready for his unnatural touches and expectations. The head of his penis twitched when he saw Seth shred the last piece of clothing on the ground.

Seth approached him at the bench and Dante turned on his stomach to give him easier access inside. He groaned as soon as Seth climbed behind him. Wincing, he embraced the member that painfully embedded itself deep into him, rocking against it. The Animal’s movements tore his insides but it made him feel exhilarated. Alive, even. Meanwhile, Seth pumped hard and fast behind him, moving with the speed of a hot-blooded canine.

Dante gritted his teeth and spread his legs wider, wanting him deeper. “Keep it going, Seth. Keep it going, baby…”

For awhile, they groaned to each other, fulfilling the need they wanted. When a couple of officers walked down a trail not far from them, both quieted their passionate sounds but remained connected, unable to stop themselves. They lay as flat as they could against the bench, using it and the trees as cover, trying to move as little as possible. Dante felt Seth drive his member into him centimeter by centimeter and trembled from a powerful orgasm that threatened to unleash itself.

“Shh…” Seth whispered to him. “Shh…”

Even after the officers walked past their spot, they remained like that, moving ever so slightly to the point of being immobile. They kept connected, even as night came and all the thugs, prostitutes, dealers, and other misfits came out to play. No one bothered them.

Throughout the night, Dante ignored all distractions: the nagging questions in his head, his Devil Trigger, the cell phone ringing, and his investigation. When they came together for the last time, Dante’s eyes flashed red for a second before they dimmed into a sea-blue color again.

The Animal… He was his drug of choice for today.
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