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MONSTER	By : Radius Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 10984 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Radius here again with a new installment of Days of Our Lives… Wait. Hold on. That’s a soap opera show, ain’t it? :-p Never mind. Enjoy this chapter instead. ^_^ Oh, and check out my latest Seth artwork while you’re at it:

“Seth aka Rainbow” – ain’t he a cutey?

http://radiuszero.deviantart.com/art/Seth-aka-Rainbow-91702292

“Seth as Venus” – the female version of Seth (And no, Dante will never see Seth as a girl; just a heads up, lol)

http://radiuszero.deviantart.com/art/Seth-as-Venus-Completed-95768860

<< | What’s your problem? | >>

For Dante, it was both amazing and disturbing that a week had gone by without him knowing it. He was usually good at keeping up with things, even when he wasted his days asleep in the couch. Yet, the life he once knew somehow changed the moment he shared his blood with another man: Seth. Yes. Seth was so different from all the men and women he’d been with. With him, everything was fair game. Seth, or rather his Animal, had no limits. He was a carefree beast that took without asking. He didn’t judge anyone either. In his mind, basic instinct was instilled in everyone. It was natural. It was predestined. Seth was absolutely fascinated with the darkness dwelling within everyone’s hearts that he was unimpressed by the mediocre. In fact, he was not afraid of the unknown.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have given in to Seth’s urges so much, Dante thought to himself, disappointed by his own animal impulses. He should’ve been more composed. Perhaps, rather than let his dick decide matters, he should’ve questioned Seth’s agenda instead. The man was a mystery and the man remained to be a suspect to the murders occurring throughout the city. But things had gotten intense between them. The wild adventures he shared with the brunette were so spectacular that his other obligations seemed so tedious and fruitless. He didn’t mind that they nearly got arrested for public sex on numerous occasions. Both shared an incredible desire that demanded intention. And despite Seth’s initial distaste for orgies, they had entered plenty of them shortly after they exchanged blood with each other. They visited the abandoned building a few more times and took however many partners they could find with them.

Seth turned out to be a real sex fiend. After shooting up strings of cocaine and heroin, he engaged himself with men, women, and animal alike. The man took at least three men at the same time before tiring them out. Then he moved on to groups of women, who usually screamed when he pounded furiously into them; stabbing their insides with his thick and long cock. He didn’t hold back.

Admittedly, it had agitated Dante to see him that free with other people. He didn’t like anyone touching Seth’s body or receiving pleasure from it. It was stupid that he felt that way, but he did. He wanted Seth all to himself. Unfortunately, Seth’s Animal was unpredictable and had a habit of disappearing before and after their get-togethers. If he ever managed to find Seth the next day, he was usually neck-deep in the city, smelling of blood and sex.

Blood and sex… Dante’s stomach tightened and he slammed his foot harder on the petal.

It was a Thursday afternoon. The summer heat had temporarily dissipated. Most of the city’s residents were outdoors, enjoying the nice weather. Driving down Steinberg Avenue, Dante rode his bike above the speed limit. He passed by city hall where a small mass of people had gathered; carrying signs that protested the curfew. After making a left turn, he went down Zarzarmora Street and stopped in front of a Chinese restaurant. Parking his bike at the meter, Dante removed his helmet and made his way into the establishment.

Dante looked around the busy restaurant. It was lunchtime; the area filled with the sounds of people and chattering dishware. Dante took a few steps forward and paused when he spotted a dusty, blond-haired man dressed in a cheap gray suit. Police Chief Nathaniel Peterson waved to him from his booth; a smile on his face. Dante approached his table.

“Long time no see, Nate,” Dante said and offered a handshake. “Sorry I’m late.”

“No problem, I know you’re a busy guy.” The other man stood and shook his hand. He grinned. “Jesus, Dante, I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to see you again. It’s been, what, years since we last saw each other.”

Dante nodded. Then the two men sat across each other in the booth.

“Have you eaten?” asked Peterson and gestured at his bowl of noodles. “Please, order something. I’m buying.”

“No. That’s all right. I’m fine.” Dante placed his helmet on the seat. “So how’s it feel being the new sheriff in town?”

The other man chuckled. “I feel like I’ve been tossed straight into the fire.”

“Yeah, I bet. Not only are you the new kid in town, but your obligations as a Chief must take some getting used to, right?”

Peterson shrugged. “I understand now why Chief Roberts was always an asshole to me, back in Chicago. You’ve got to have balls of steel to run this city.”

“I remember that asshole. He hated my guts when I popped into your headquarters.”

Peterson grinned. “Tell me about it. When Roark told Roberts he was bringing in someone who could decode demon symbols, the Chief expected a demonologist. Not freaking Rambo. Roberts was actually one step away from grilling Roark’s ass for bringing you into our case.”

“What a bastard.” Dante chuckled and later paused. “How’s…?”

“Roark?” Nate’s smile faded a bit and he avoided eye contact. “They officially declared him dead two months ago. They never found his body.”

Dante remained silent.

“Maria’s all right, though,” Peterson continued quietly and drank some of his coffee. “She gave birth to a healthy boy right after you left Chicago. I’m pretty sure Roark would’ve been happy, seeing his wife and son alive and safe.”

Dante only nodded.

“Anyway,” Peterson started again and set his coffee down, “I’m glad we got together today since you’re the only face I recognize. This city is so new to me. I’ll admit it’s even a bit challenging.”

“You’re talking about the recent protests, aren’t you?” Dante nodded toward a television screen near their booth. It had a live coverage of city hall.

“You never miss a beat, Dante.” Peterson smiled and stared at his bowel of noodles. “A lot of businesses are upset with my decision. In fact, I have to address the people in an about an hour from now. I need to establish ground control before things get out of hand.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. It’s not you they’re really pissed at. Lots of people are just surprised.”

“Surprised?”

“Surprised that you’re taking action,” Dante explained, “Before you, no other Chief was willing to accept the unnatural world, lest of all, take action against it. You, on the other hand… You’ve involved the city. You’ve openly spoken out loud what many people have only said behind closed doors.”

Peterson grinned and shook his head. “Yeah, and now my superiors are upset. They claim I may have escalated the problem by causing a panic.”

“That’s bullshit, Nate, and you know it. If you did create a panic, then why haven’t I seen people load up their AK-47s or jump off rooftops with ropes around their necks? C’mon, now. Everybody already knows the truth. We’ve all been drilled on it. Hell, the sad part is, this city accepts the truth so much that they think there’s nothing they can do about it.”

Chief Peterson ran a hand through his hair. “I guess you’re right, which is why I called you.”

Dante leaned back in his seat and studied Peterson’s face. Afterward, he said, “You want to know about the creature stalking the streets.”

“Like I said, you never miss a beat.” Peterson smiled briefly and waited for him to continue.

Dante crossed his arms and glanced at the television screen. He watched a shampoo commercial before looking at Peterson again.

“I may have a suspect,” he said at last.

“You do?” Peterson leaned forward.

Dante kept quiet.

“Who is it?” Peterson pressed on, “What is it? It’s an Other, right?”

Dante kept his arms crossed. “I want to get my facts squared away first before answering those questions, Nate. I just… don’t want to make a wrong assumption.”

Peterson frowned, noting the strange tone in Dante’s voice. “Sure, but… You okay?”

Dante didn’t know how to reply to that. He hadn’t been ‘okay’ since he talked to Enzo earlier this morning. His informant literally busted down his office door to give him the latest update. The latest strings of murders all shared the same grisly details. But that wasn’t what bothered him the most. The places the victims were found… Their bodies were located not far away from all the places he and Seth had gone together. And that photograph Enzo showed him today…

“Your boys found that body at the toy factory yesterday, right?” Dante inquired slowly.

“Yeah,” Peterson replied and looked at Dante quizzically. “It was a young man in his late teens, in fact. According to forensics, the boy has been dead for several weeks ago. Some are even saying a month. We’re still collecting information from it, though. Why do you ask?”

“I saw a photo of the body.”

“Really? How did…?” Peterson suddenly stopped himself and scoffed. “No, wait. Never mind. For your sake, it’s better I don’t know how you got that photograph.”

The Chief slurped up some of his noodles. Meanwhile, Dante thought about the photograph Enzo showed him during their meeting. Yes, the corpse was weeks old, but there was no doubt about it, it was the Goth kid. It was the same male he had been with at the Fun House; the same one who left with…

“I’ve got to get going,” Dante said and grabbed his helmet.

“Already?” Nate put his chop sticks down.

“Yeah, I’m meeting someone.”

“Your informant?”

Dante stood. “Someone else.”

Peterson looked up from where he sat. The Chief had a serious look on his face. “Dante, me and my boys are doing all we can to keep everyone in this city safe. But we can’t do it alone. Everyone’s on edge and I got a lot of paranormal investigators telling me they want to start up another Cleansing event, which will probably just escalate the situation. Dante…” Peterson stood and stared the investigator right in the eyes. “…we need your help.”

“I know…”

“If you got any information, even if it’s just a hunch, then tell me.” When Dante didn’t reply back, Peterson added, “I know you know something. I’m willing to give you breathing room. But… don’t think I’ll go easy on you. Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean I won’t take measures to get my answers from you in some other fashion. I’ve got a job to do too.”

Dante rolled his eyes and scoffed, about to say something rude in return. He stopped himself short and took a deep breath instead.

“I’ll keep in contact,” he muttered to the Chief and left without saying another word.

After exiting the restaurant, Dante returned to his bike. He put on his helmet and inserted the key into his bike’s ignition. He didn’t start it, though. Closing his eyes, Dante leaned back and gazed up at the empty blue sky. Suddenly, he chuckled to himself.

Fuck. This was the exact scenario he was trying to avoid. He should probably write a damn memo next time, at least to remind himself why he should never to go beyond a one-night-stand with anyone. Physical and emotional attachments were more trouble than they were worth. Seth may be innocent until proven guilty, but the man was still turning his life upside down. The bodies, Seth’s reluctance to talk about his past, and the fact that he was an Other made him a prime suspect. Even though he arrived in town two months ago that didn’t mean he couldn’t be involved in the recent murder sprees. Jesus, what the hell was he going to do with Seth? Continue fucking the pretty boy? Or shove a boot up his ass and demand some goddamn answers? Dante wished he could knock some sense into himself and take a more aggressive stance. Instead, he started up the bike and made his way to Seth’s residence.

***

He hadn’t been inside Seth’s apartment for a long time, weeks in fact. Nowadays, Seth only called to meet him somewhere in the city; never at his place. Any time he phoned Seth at his residence he did not answer the phone. Nor did he open the entrance doors whenever he came to the apartment. There was always some excuse to keep him away. It was almost funny. Seth was never like this before. During their first get-togethers, Seth practically sat near the phone and waited for him to call. And he always suggested that they come to his apartment to watch a movie or cook dinner. They didn’t do that anymore. Rather, they got together only in the crudest of locations and practically fed on each others blood and cum.

In a way, it was good they had their fling. He could keep a close eye on Seth and find out more about his Animal; he could figure out what triggered this split personality and determine whether it was responsible for the murder sprees. Seth was always reluctant to talk anyway. So long as they were together, he could gather information. Sooner or later, Seth was going to lower his defenses and give him some answers. Until then, he had to watch him. That should be easy. Granted, of course, that he didn’t succumb to the Animal’s lust. Seth was just as irresistible as he was a mystery.

At the sidewalk, Dante waited until a resident opened the entrance doors. He slipped through them before they closed again and took the elevator. After a few minutes, he was taken to the proper floor. As the elevator’s doors sprung apart, Dante entered Seth’s hallway and felt nostalgic all of a sudden. He missed Seth’s place; the sights and smell of it. It was like he had taken a long vacation from it. Sure, it was a shitty place with worn-out wallpapers and a dull color scheme. But it felt very welcoming and comfortable. Seth’s room, in particular, was lively and rich. He missed it; he missed it all.

Why was Seth so reluctant to let him in his apartment again? Dante wondered to himself as he walked down the hallway. Seth seemed desperate to separate his world from the Animal’s. Whereas the Animal sought excitement in the mean streets of the city, regular Seth chose conservative but colorful environments. Were his bipolar personalities that estranged from each other?

Dante reached Seth’s door and knocked. There was no answer. He pressed his ear against the door, trying to pick up any sounds. He heard nothing. Dante knocked a few more times. After his fifth attempt, a next door neighbor stepped out. An old seventy-year-old woman paused and looked at Dante up and down, slightly displeased at what she saw. Then she made her way down the hallway.

“Excuse me, lady,” Dante started.

The old woman stopped and brushed back a strand of gray hair from her face. “Yes?”

“You know where Seth is?”

The old lady paused; her jaw danced a bit. “Are you Seth’s boyfriend?”

For a moment, Dante hesitated. Then he said, “No. I’m not.”

“Oh.” The woman appeared relieved. “Yeah, I know where he is.”

“Really? Where?”

“He’s on the rooftop.” She pointed up. “He’s been there a lot, preparing for some show.”

The show… Dante blinked. Shit, he nearly forgot about the show. Tomorrow was the big event: Showdown Night. It was scheduled on a Friday, which was tomorrow. With all their screwing around, he was surprised Seth even remembered it.

“Thanks, grams,” he told the old woman, heading for a nearby staircase.

“If you ask me,” she continued, “He’s been pretty gloomy lately so maybe you can cheer him up.”

Dante stopped and turned. “Gloomy?”

“Yeah,” she replied and had a small coughing fit. Once her throat was clear, she later added, “I hear that boy cry every night, in fact. He scares the neighbors a lot because everyone hears him. They think it’s some ghost or something. I tell you, Seth has been acting so odd lately. He’s depressed all the time. At this rate, he may try to do something stupid; like kill himself.”

Dante didn’t say anything. As far as everyone in the building was concerned, Seth’s suicide attempt never happened. He was thankful that Enzo helped get rid of all the evidence; everything from the large batch of cocaine on the roof top to the suicide note Seth left behind in his room. Sure, a few neighbors probably saw Enzo and him carry off Seth’s limp body downstairs, but they probably assumed he was passed out from drinking too much.

The old woman covered her mouth and coughed again. “I remember when Seth first arrived here. He was so happy. He practically spent the entire day knocking on everyone’s door, introducing himself like a damn buffoon. I thought he was crazy but I liked him. Nowadays, though, he’s just… off.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” The old woman scoffed, as if she was unsure herself. “I mean, on some days, he’s real decent. He helps me carry my groceries and even located Mimi, my dog, two days ago. But then there are days when he ignores me. He’s pretty cold when he’s like that. Everyone here is now afraid of him, including the landlord. I don’t know what’s up with that boy, but he was never like this before.”

Dante glanced at her sideways, curious. “Has he ever told you why he’s been acting weird lately?”

“A few days ago I asked him what was wrong and he told me how much he hated his boyfriend.”

At this, Dante frowned. He took a step toward the old lady. “He… said that?”

“Yeah, he told me his boyfriend was a big jerk who didn’t respect him and keep his promise.”

“Promise?” Dante crossed his arms and wondered about the promise she was referring to.

“Hell if I know what promise he was talking about,” the old lady muttered back.

“Did he tell you anything else?”

“Well, late last night he came into his room real drunk. He was muttering a lot of nonsense, waking up everyone.” The old lady shook her head, appearing disappointed. “He talked about an animal ruining his life. I came out to set him straight. I told that boy to settle down and that if he’s got an animal problem he should call the damn animal shelter to get rid of it. But he just laughed and locked himself in his room.”

Dante narrowed his eyes. He now had an idea what promise the old woman was talking about. It gave him the sudden urge to run up to the rooftop and punch Seth in the face.

The old woman spoke again. This time, her voice was soft.

“No one here bothers talking to him, not even the landlord anymore. Everyone’s afraid him.” The old lady stared at her quivering, bony fingers. “I’m not sure, but… I think he’s in deep pain. When I see his eyes, I see someone very lost. I mean, even when people made fun of the way he dressed and talked, he was about the liveliest person I ever met. He was really nice and kind; taking care of an old fart like me. But now, I don’t know… He’s so gloomy all the time. He should dump that asshole he’s with. I tell you, love blinds you, especially if it’s an unhealthy love.”

Dante looked at her one last time. He wasn’t sure whether to thank her or tell her to fuck off. Instead, he looked away and ascended the staircase.

What a predicament. It seemed Seth’s neighbors were just as confused as he was by his recent behavior change. They didn’t know about the Animal and now they were all afraid of him. Admittedly, hearing that Seth hated him was a shock. What the fuck was his problem? Sure, Seth told him to never see him during his Animal state. Still, he never made that promise. He couldn’t, especially since he was a suspect. He had to stay close to Seth, whether he was in his Animal state or not.

In the stairway, Dante continued upward until he heard the faint sounds of an acoustic guitar. It was accompanied by a soft voice. The pitch was right-on but the tempo seemed to drag on forever. Nothing about the song appeared energetic. If anything, it sounded downright depressing. Dante climbed another flight of stairs and finally reached the door that led to the rooftop’s patio. The music was clear now.

“You take my self, you take my self control… You got me livin’ only for the night… Before the morning comes, the story's told… You take my self, you take my self control…”

Dante slowly opened the door.

Seth sat cross-legged on the building’s ledge. Facing the opposite direction, he played with a bright pink guitar and sang to the people below in the streets. Seth wore a blue-meshed shirt with faded red denim jeans. Near his bare feet was an assembly of empty beer bottles and a lit joint. Not far away was a lime green guitar that was smashed beyond repair. For a few minutes, Dante saw Seth continue singing to the people below until he paused. Sensing someone, he looked back.

It seemed like ages since Dante saw Seth wear makeup and street punk clothes. After spending many days with the Animal, he was now used to seeing Seth in black attire and the naturalness of his face. But now… With bright orange lipstick, purple eye shadow, and pink cheeks, Seth looked absolutely beautiful and exotic and fuckable. He was a male that possessed a strong flare of femininity; a man that inspired perverted thoughts and juicy wet dreams.

“Oh, it’s just you…” Seth said slowly. He looked at Dante for a brief moment longer. Then he turned away and plucked his guitar.

Dante noted the tone in his voice and walked across the roof top patio to join him. Admittedly, he was a bit disappointed that Seth didn’t greet him the same way he had done before. He didn’t sound seductive or pleased to see him. In fact, he sounded pissed off. Studying Seth for a moment, Dante realized this wasn’t the Animal he was talking to. It was kind, sentimental, and overactive Seth; the boy who preferred eccentric makeup and clothes over dark and Gothic attire.

“You sure you want to sing that song for tomorrow?” Dante asked and sat next to him on the ledge, facing him. He noticed Seth’s painted lips and had an undesirable urge to suck on them.

Seth didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he collected his lit joint nearby and took a short hit. He winced and later said, “Yeah, I’m sure. Now fuck off so I can concentrate.”

There was that same bitter tone in his voice again. Dante was a bit taken aback by it. Usually, Seth joked around. Even when he was angry, he tried to play it safe by sounding ambiguous. However, Seth meant every word he said. He genuinely did not want him here.

Dante smiled a little and let him play. After hearing a flat note, though, he interrupted him again. “Okay, seriously, Seth, that’s not going to woo the crowd. That’s a chick song. Try something different.”

Seth took another hit from his joint before putting it out to rest. “They can suck my dick for all I care. I’m singing this, whether they like it or not. It’s the perfect song for me at this moment.”

Now Dante chuckled. “It might be perfect for you, but not for the crowd. Remember, this is a competition. The winner gets a cash prize and signed contracts. The manager is already disappointed that you’ll be singing an eighties’ song instead of –”

“I don’t care,” Seth snapped and looked down at his guitar. “I’m in the mood for Laura Branigan. If people don’t like it, then that’s tough shit.”

Seth plucked his strings again. In silence, Dante shook his head and grabbed one of the beer bottles. He forgot how difficult and sensitive Seth could be. As lovely as he was, he was also downright annoying. Like a disgruntled wife, Seth had a tendency to bitch a lot.

“Something wrong, dear?” Dante asked after drinking a few drops of his beer, “You sound royally pissed off.”

Yes, he already knew what it was that bothered Seth. A part of him asked the question just to aggravate him, in fact. He liked exposing Seth’s weak points; pushing him to the edge. But more importantly, however, he wanted to hear the answer straight from his mouth. He was tired of Seth’s inability to confront an issue head-on. No matter what it was, he avoided complicated situations by either making a joke or turning away. He was doing it right now. It was times like this that Dante preferred Seth’s Animal. The Animal wasn’t coy. He was direct and to the point.

Seth continued playing and ignored his question. Patient and amused, Dante waited for him to finish his song so that they could continue their conversation. From time to time, he noticed Seth glancing at his direction, perhaps wondering if he was going to leave any time soon. But Dante stood his ground. He wasn’t going anywhere until they talked. He’d be damned if he let this man avoid his questions again.

Finally, Seth finished his last note. The sound from his guitar echoed loudly on the roof top’s patio. Dante smirked. He opened his mouth to speak but before he had the chance to say a word, Seth was already repeating his song. This time, though, he played louder and sounded agitated. More flat notes came out of the musician’s mouth. Even his tempo was off. With quiet reserve, Dante continued to watch him, drinking up the rest of his beer. He could tell Seth was frustrated by his presence; unable to concentrate anymore. Dante didn’t care. He wasn’t going anywhere. Seth had to face him. When he saw one of Seth’s sharp nails accidentally snip a guitar string, he bit his lip. It was all he could do to keep from bursting out with laughter.

“Fuck!” Seth yelled, meanwhile, and stood on the ledge.

Sucking on his lip, Seth stared at his guitar. A look of bewilderment crossed his face for a moment; his eyes wild. Then, with abrupt, violent rage, he slammed his guitar against the bricked ledge and broke it in half. Cursing now, Seth tossed the broken halves out to the open streets below, where a car screeched loudly soon after.

Seth breathed hard.

“Can we talk now?” Dante calmly asked next to him, indifferent to his sudden outburst.

His lower lip quivering, Seth looked at him. Without a word, he stepped down from the ledge and marched away, heading for the door that led back inside in the building. Chuckling, Dante tossed his beer bottle out in the street too and followed him. To him, this was funny. Seeing Seth act like some fucked-up metal head, breaking his guitar and nearly causing a car wreck and shit, was just too damn hilarious.

“Go home,” Seth demanded as Dante trailed after him. “I need to practice.”

“You’ve any idea how much you sound like a whining bitch right now?” Dante taunted back and doubled his pace to get ahead of Seth.

“Fuck you,” the other man muttered.

“Sure. But right after we talk.”

“And what the hell do you want to talk about, damn it?”

“Oh, you know, your Animal side, the recent murders happening in the city, the boy they recently discovered in the factory… You know, the usual stuff, sweetheart.”

Seth sighed and slowed his pace a bit. “I don’t know anything about that.”

“Lovely. But let’s talk anyway.”

Seth stopped. He realized Dante was going to keep pushing his questions down his throat. In a quieter voice, he inserted, “Look, I really don’t know, okay? I wish I knew but I don’t…”

“Then enlighten me. Tell me why you get these personality switches. Is it a mental abnormality or something? Were you born bipolar?” Dante tried to behave seriously but couldn’t stifle his grin.

Facing him, Seth narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t know, Dante,” he answered coolly and with a hint of cynicism, “Why don’t you ask the Animal the next time you see him?”

Seth turned and walked away. He reached for the door and grabbed the handle. Before he had the chance to open the door, though, Dante slammed it shut again.

“What’s your problem, Seth?”

“Move aside,” Seth told him, his voice on edge.

Dante blocked the door with his entire body now and looked at him sideways. “Not until we share some quality time together, honey.”

Seth’s face flushed red in that very instant. He didn’t appreciate Dante’s use of sarcasm and threw a fist toward him. Dante laughed and caught it midway. Taking a step forward, he twisted Seth’s body around and pushed him against the door.

“So you want to skip the foreplay, huh?” Dante said behind him, smiling.

“Fuck you,” Seth spat. His voice was muffled by his face pressed against the door. “Let go of me.”

“Why the attitude?” Dante asked; his lips close to Seth’s ear.

Struggling against his grip, Seth didn’t answer back. He tried to regain his right arm but Dante held it against his back. From behind, the investigator twisted his wrist each time Seth struggled.

“Look, I know why you’re pissed,” Dante told him later, feeling stirred by Seth’s defiance. “But I never made you a promise. I know you wanted me to stay away from your Animal, but I have my reasons for seeing him.”

Seth scoffed. “Oh, yeah, I know exactly your reasons. You can’t think beyond your dick.”

Dante bit his ear. “And you can?”

The other man hissed. “Why are you doing this to me? You’ve already indicated to me what you want. You want the Animal. You’re infatuated with him. It’s why you’re always fucking him.”

“I’m fucking him, but I’m fucking you too, remember?” Dante kissed his neck. “You’re one and the same with the Animal, Seth. Remember? He’s a part of you.”

Seth shut his eyes tightly, as if struck by those words. With one final effort, he pushed Dante off of him and managed to break free. Breathing heavily, he turned around and faced the investigator.

“Aren’t I enough for you?” Seth stared at him intensely. “Don’t you accept me as I am and not what you want me to be?”

Dante watched him in silence.

“I don’t understand…” Seth continued and shook his head. “I keep telling you the Animal is dangerous but you… you keep going to him.”

“Maybe it’s my way of keeping an eye on him,” Dante joked, even if that was true.

“Keeping an eye on him? Please. Spare me the excuse. You can’t keep an eye on him. He’s got his hand deep down your pants that you’ve no idea who you’re dealing with.”

“Like I told you the last time, I can take care of myself.”

Resigned now, Seth sighed. “Just leave. Don’t come back here anymore. See the Animal all you want. I… I don’t care anymore.”

His voice sounded strained and tired, as if he went over this conversation a million times already. Dante studied Seth, wondering what was on his mind right at that moment. His pretty face was irresistible but also very troubled. His pitch-black eyes, alone, conveyed levels of anxieties.

Dante took Seth’s face with both hands. “You want the honest truth?”

Seth looked up at him. “That would be nice.”

“I want all of you. I want both of your halves.” He caressed his face with his thumbs. “You’re right. I’m not satisfied with just you. You’re just one part of something larger. I need your Animal too.”

Seth’s eyes were glassy and it seemed he was on the verge of crying. “God, I hate you.”

Even though those words bit deep into him, Dante smiled anyway. He pushed his lips against Seth’s and grinded his stiff cock on his thigh.

“Is it so wrong that I want all of you, Seth?” he asked between his kisses. He sucked on Seth’s lower lip. “Is it wrong that I want all of your perfections and flaws?”

It took awhile for Seth to kiss him back but when he did, he was hungry. He seemed almost desperate for his touch, clinging to Dante’s hot and wet mouth. Dante was almost overwhelmed. Tongues dancing, he unzipped Seth’s pants and massaged the erection there before going on his knees.

“You’re holding something back from me, I can feel it,” he whispered to Seth from below, pulling on the moist erection in front of him. He kissed the tip. “It’s okay. I’ll find out sooner or later. I always do.”

“I hate the Animal for having you…” Seth murmured softly and moaned as Dante took him in. He placed his hands on Dante’s bobbing head and thrust his cock deeper into his mouth. “I hate him…”
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