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MONSTER	By : Radius Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 10988 -:- 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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I’m baaaaack. ^.^ I’m trying real hard to post a new chapter every Thursday or Friday so please come back during those days for updates. I’m looking at the page views and the scores and I’m just floored. I’m very honored that you guys have taken the time to read through these rather lengthy chapters. I hope you guys keep coming back for more. This story is all about discovery and development, including Dante, so stay tuned to see how things go from point A to point B. Again, I can’t express my thanks enough. (Oh, Dhuaine I’ve replaced the infamous ‘mushroom’ word O_o. Thanks for bringing it up, I’m pretty sure others felt the same way, LOL).BTW, I’ve been visiting the forums and have made a place to put my Monster-based artwork there. So far, Seth’s up so check him out. Seth feels lonely and needs love.

http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php?showtopic=3096

Expect more work. I may even include the infamous bar scene. O_o If anyone has a specific scene they’d like me to draw from ‘Monster’, feel free to post your request at the forums. Because I’m pretty busy with school, it may take me awhile to get to it. But I’m pretty excited about doing adult fanart (something I haven’t done in a loooong time) so I’m sure I *will* get to it eventually. ^.^

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<< | You Missed Your Bus Again… | >>

SURVEY

- Do you believe in the paranormal, as in, the supernatural and the explained?

- Please list some examples of what you believe to be true or possibly true, if any.

- Please list some examples of what you don’t believe and why.

- What are some folk tales/ stories of the paranormal you’re familiar with?

- Do you believe any of them are accurate?

- How confident are you of the government’s disclosure on controversial topics like Unidentified Flying Objects (UFOs)? Very? So-so? Little?

- Have you personally encountered a paranormal event or situation?

- If yes, where? When? Can you specify the time of the event?

- If yes, how has it affected you?

- On a scale between 1 through 10, how important is this topic to you?

Thank you for taking the time to answer these questions. Best Regards – Paranormal Five

***

Those two nights shouldn’t have meant much. He knew that. In fact, he constantly repeated it to himself. And why shouldn’t he? He had many one-night stands before. None of them were all that special. He didn’t pay them much mind then and didn’t now. Yet, for whatever reason, he couldn’t let this one go. Even worse, he had actually reacted to it. Perhaps it was boredom or madness on his part. He didn’t know. Regardless, last night he trailed throughout the entire city relocating the irregular scent. Admittedly, it was fun. Sure he was on vacation, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy using his hunting skills, especially for an entirely different reason. And much like letting go of a unique bird, only to want to reclaim it again, it was certainly a thrilling and entertaining sport. It took some time and effort, sure, but he eventually tracked down the scent of raspberry, caffeine, and nicotine in a night club in Hackberry Street. He followed it to a bus stop on Matthews.

Stalking? Heavens no. It was mere sport and observation. What else was a bored and deprived devil hunter to do on an empty Wednesday night? Today was no different. It was another warm and sunny day with the afternoon sun peaking high.

The hunt was still on.

The handsome Other sat at the diner’s last booth that was lined against a glass window. It was a fifties-styled restaurant, one with red leather seats and windows that spanned the entire lengths of walls. Sitting alone with a pink guitar at the other side of the booth, as if it were his date, Seth ate fries with a bloody rare steak and a glass of Big Red soda. The hunter watched him dab his luscious red-pink lips with a napkin whenever the meat’s juices or syrupy beverage dripped. In between eating, Seth wrote on a sheet of paper. Wearing pink faded jeans and a dulled green shirt with an eighties’ cartoon character named He-Man imprinted on it, Seth was still colorful and gorgeous. His hair was still wild, short, and thick. His eyes were still beautiful. And while the green highlights that accompanied the purple ones made his avid spectator cock an eyebrow, he still emitted the spirit of uncensored freedom. Yes, Seth was just how he left him.

                Dante couldn’t help it. Despite the thousands of reasons why he needed to keep his distance, Dante couldn’t help himself anymore. Slouched on a bench across the street from the diner, the hunter watched his prey intently, taking in each and every detail presented to him. Dante told himself seeing Seth last night with a girl didn’t strike him as a bit annoyed. He told himself he was in the neighborhood and happened to be by Seth’s apartment today. He told himself he was only catching a bus that, coincidentally, was across his diner. And he told himself he was still waiting for it, even when all the bus numbers had long since passed.

The man dressed in a chicken suit, giving away free samples outside a restaurant, was sure Dante was new to the bus system because he was still sitting at the bus’ bench for two hours. Chicken Man tried to help by looking out for incoming buses, yelling to Dante when one was coming down the hilly main street. Dante would let it pass and tell him he made a mistake, that it was the other bus number he needed to catch. This type of exchange was funny in the first hour, but it was quickly getting annoying.

Many times, Dante entertained himself with the idea of walking into the diner and requesting to join Seth. But he left him that morning. And Seth was with Damsel last night. She was with him. Dante was relieved she wasn’t there with him now, but he also felt confused. He didn’t know what Seth’s current mood was. Did Seth forget him already, as he probably forgot Damsel? Did he have another lover? Who else was touching him? Touching and singing with him? Laughing and engaging in senseless conversations? There were so many questions and it brought more anxiety to the devil hunter who kept telling himself he wasn’t annoyed, that it was just sex. So Dante remained at the bench, a rock that wanted to move but couldn’t.

Seth got up from his seat.

Dante’s eyes peered closer. Even from a far distance, his devil eyes could see everything with perfect clarity. He saw the words off the menu an old man was holding. Today’s special was the club sandwich, accompanied by a bowel of chicken noodle soup. He saw the color of a waitress’s eyeliner. Blue. If he wanted to, he could focus and count each sparkling grain of salt on a shaker. It was a damn shame the paper Seth was writing on was lying flat down since he was curious of what he’d been writing all this time. Was he writing lyrics to a song? Solving a crossword puzzle? Writing money orders for this month’s rent?

Dante held his breath and watched Seth walk away from his booth. He was sure the brunette man would leave the restaurant soon and didn’t know how to react when he did. What would happen if Seth saw him on his way out? What would happen if he didn’t? Dante contrived many scenarios in his head, none of which satisfied him. His stomach was ready to explode from anxious butterflies fluttering. They grew more violent the longer Seth stayed at the restaurant. He’d been there for a long time, ordering one plate after another. For a tall and rather skinny guy, the man sure had a hell of an appetite. No doubt it had something to do with the unique scent he possessed.

Yes, there was that matter to think about. As a paranormal investigator, slash devil hunter, he needed to take these things seriously. And while he was convinced Seth was harmless, he’d seen devils pass themselves as humans and pretend to be the nicest people in the world. Up until they tore their victims apart and feasted on their flesh. But Seth… If he were a real killer underneath the angelic face he sported he had his opportunity to kill him. Seth had it when he was sprawled out on his stomach for him, with his ass sticking out and wanting more from him.

Heaven help him, he wanted more right now.

                “It’s coming!” Chicken Man hollered from behind the bench, bouncing up on his feet to carry his muffled voice to the man sitting across.

                Dante shot a quick glance at the end of the street, trying to look interested. He responded rather flatly, “Oh, yeah. I think that may be it. Thanks.”

                He turned his attention back to the man he wanted to abduct from the diner across. Seth had left his guitar on the seat and headed to the restroom at the back. The restroom door faced the street and Dante was eager for him to reappear since he’d get a full view of him when he came out. Meanwhile, Seth’s waitress came by his table. She didn’t leave the ticket but another plate instead. Dante sighed. That was his fifth plate now. How long was Seth going to stay in that damn diner? All day? Wouldn’t he prefer to take his meal home, walk back to his apartment and see his one-night fling nearby? Ask him to join him, order pizza, and fuck the night away? They could rent a movie or two along the way.

                Dante’s eyes were peeled to the restroom door. Chicken Man yelled, saying something about number seventy-five. He didn’t hear the rest. His stomach danced when he saw the restroom door open, saw it widening. Before he had a chance to see lovely, colorful, and angelic Seth, a large bus blocked his view. The driver pulled opened its doors and several people exited. The bus waited a moment and Dante waved a hand with a low growl, gesturing for the driver to move on. With a swoosh sound, the bus doors closed. A large puff of gas spat on Dante’s face as it drove off.

                “That was your number!” Chicken Man yelled, “You missed your bus again!”

                He ignored him and his ocean blue eyes received the view of the diner. Cursing to himself, he saw Seth back in his booth, talking to his waitress with a smile on his face before chewing away at his latest steak. Dante wanted to give up and stop being a wuss. It wasn’t like he couldn’t come in and pull off a surprised expression when he saw him. Oh, Seth? Is… is that you? Oh my. What a coincidence, you being here. And if Seth asked him why he was around this area he could always say a friend called him. But along the way he got lost and kept getting his bus numbers screwed up and decided to have a bite to eat before trying to find him again. That made sense. But wait, that didn’t make much sense. This was his city. Seth was the new kid in town. If anyone was supposed to be lost anywhere, it’d be Seth. Not him. Seth would think the same way.

                As Dante’s befuddled mind tried to conjure up a reasonable explanation, he spotted a waitress exiting the restaurant. Holding a glassed cup of a strawberry sundae in one hand, she crossed the street and he instantly recognized her as Seth’s waitress. In an old-fashioned blue dress complete with a dirty white apron, the middle-aged woman looked at him as she drew closer. Her shift was probably over and she was on her way home. That’s what he thought, until the woman stopped right in front of him and appeared annoyed with one hip shifted upward.

                “Are you going to sit here all day or what?”

                “Excuse me?” Dante sat up.

                She cocked her head back at the restaurant. “That’s what he wants to know.”

                Dante blinked, and then focused back at the diner. Seth had shifted himself in his seat to stare right back at him. His plush red lips formed a huge grin on his face.

                “Here.” The waitress gave him the strawberry sundae and did an about-face.

                Some hunter he was. His prey had been onto him from the moment the game started. Still, Dante was smiling too much to care. His favorite choice of ice cream in hand, Dante stood and followed the waitress heading back inside.

***

                “All right, good work everyone.”

Spook was all smiles, pleased with everyone’s findings. It was like ‘Show-and-Tell’ day in grade school all over again. Only a day and things were finally getting done. Optimistic and determined, Spook knew they had great potential to be a great supernatural investigative team. Like an old pick-up truck, they just needed a spark to get their engine running again. Now they had gathered again to exchange vital information. Even if yesterday’s meeting cost Scully his job and Chewbacca looked to be headed the same path, the wonderful news they had was worth it. Spook already saw things going beautifully from here on out. The moment they made a big name for themselves they’d find a sponsor to broadcast their paranormal hunts, much like that other team on the sci-fi channel. It’d be awesome. They’d be the talk of town and Han Solo would beg to join them.

I was wrong. I shouldn’t have doubted you, kid. Damn, you’re awesome, I could learn a thing or two from you. I’ll be your go-to guy. Here’s a pack of beer for being so cool, Spook. My bike? Sure, you can have it. My sword collection? Go for it, I was going to give it to you anyway. Wow, you’re a better swords master than I am. You’re number one, Spook. Please, let me join Paranormal Five, I’ll give you all of my connections and contribute to the team. Please! Pretty please!

Yeah. Spook would think on it for awhile, let Han Solo kiss his ass and flower him with compliments and goodies before adding him into the slot. Other applicants would have to be screened thoroughly, though. They’d need a computer system to separate the real goods from the spoiled ones. Indeed, things were looking up for Paranormal Five. It was no wonder why everyone present was psyched and ready for action. They all felt the same vibe too.

Well. Not everyone.

Despite the good news, Spook was surprised by how quiet Damsel was. She kept to herself throughout the day, looking out a window and playing with the white part of her hair. Usually she came falling down the flight of stairs that led to the basement, or frantically remembered leaving the stove on. Her mind was definitely somewhere else. Spook wondered if it had anything to do with her mother. Did she have another nervous breakdown again? Did she hit her? That lady was one crazy-ass broad. She came after Damsel once with a meat cleaver, angry she spilt water on her carpet floor. Despite his insistence to put her into a mental hospital Damsel refused. Spook couldn’t understand it.

                “Hrrrr… So let’s get started already,” growled Chewbacca. “The Price is Right is going to be on. And I wanna see Hell’s Kitchen. Damn that Ramsey, man. What a crazy son-of-a-bitch. He’s fuckin’ awesome.”

                “Uh, yeah…” Spook agreed, snapping out of it. In a more enthusiastic voice, he announced, “Okay, so rather than save the best for last, Agent Scully is going to give us the big news.”

Of them all, Agent Scully came away with a goldmine and his news would be the new agenda for Paranormal Five. A black creature on the prowl, killing victims left to right. That was certainly some major shit to brag about. And they were the first to get dibs on it. They’d have to act pretty fast before word on the street spread far and wide, though.

As Agent Scully spoke, Spook had to grin. He was impressed the team’s skeptic got Han Solo’s informant to talk. At last, his tools and connections would be theirs for the taking. If they played their cards right Han Solo’s Italian man would choose them over him. Wouldn’t that be something? Of course, there was the little matter of pissing off Han Solo himself. But this was war. Paranormal Five didn’t take any prisoners. Down and dirty, that was how they had to play their game.

“Wow, man,” Radar praised after Agent Scully finished, “You’ve raised the bar. I can’t believe you got the informant to talk. How was he? I hear he’s really tall and really mean.”

“That’s really something,” commented Chewbacca. “Damn, you’re good.”

Agent Scully chuckled, letting all the compliments fuel him. Spook only nodded. Okay, so, admittedly he was a bit envious of Agent Scully and was agitated whenever someone playfully suggested he be the leader. He looked mature and had incredible social skills. He talked his way out of several tickets all the time. He was also a laid back type of guy who always played his cards right. In sharp contrast, their ‘leader’ was a short-tempered guy who looked like a thirteen-year-old. The only type of card game he played was Uno and by the time the conversation was over, that was how many people were left standing.

“So that’s our new assignment, eh?” Chewbacca took an inhale of his joint. “Ah, man, that’s gonna be sweet. I can’t wait to get started. It’s going to be a blast.”

“Yeah.” Radar received the skunk Chewbacca passed to him. His eyes went as wide as a Chihuahua’s after taking a hit. “So, uh… let me think… what was I going to say…? Oh, uh, yeah. Um, I scoped out the police headquarters. I managed to smooth talk with one of the officers.” He passed the butt to Agent Scully next to him. “She told me something similar. A bunch of people have been found eaten alive. They’re calling it a wild animal. If things get pretty bad, they’re considering a mass hunt with a city-wide curfew in place.”

“No fuckin’ way.” Agent Scully coughed. “Dude, that’s wrong. They better not be tellin’ me to tuck myself in bed by ten. I’ll bitch-slap their faces with my dick.”

“Ah, don’t worry about. I’m positive it’ll blow over.”

“Hmm, that could really screw with our investigation if it turns out to be true, though,” Spook warned and received the skunk from Agent Scully. His voice sounded high-pitched when he added, “If whatever is killing these people hunts at night, we’re gonna have trouble getting footage of it with the cops on our backs…”

Spook took one more suck before giving it to Damsel. Damsel-in-Distress looked at it. And then she shook her head, declining the offer.

“Damsel,” Spook said softly, “you all right?”

“Yeah, I am.”

She smiled but Spook felt it was forced. The whole group turned to Damsel. Spook regretted asking her the question because now he brought the entire spotlight on her.

“How’s about you tell us about the questionnaire you made?” he asked to change the subject.

“Oh. That.” Damsel cleared her throat. “Yes, so far over thirty people filled it out. There’s about twenty more online. I’m still going through them all, but so far, I’ve found some interesting things in the ones I’ve read.”

“Cool. Break it to us.”

She passed them five pages that were stabled together.

“Most of the people talked about the regular stuff,” she explained as each member looked through the pages. “You know… ghosts, strange noises, and all that other crap. But these people had similar accounts of the same thing, which was a massive black creature with black eyes. And if you check the date they reported seeing it, they’re pretty close to each other.”

“Last week?” inquired Spook after glancing at them. “These people saw this thing last week?”

Damsel nodded.

“Dudes, you think it might have somethin’ with what Enzo told me?” Agent Scully realized. “He told me the murders started happenin’ a few days ago. A connection?”

Spook was grinning. “Seems so.” He looked at Damsel. “Check the rest of the surveys and tell us if anyone else wrote the same thing. Leave the website to me.”

“I got a good feeling about this.” Radar nodded, still high. “I have a date with the female officer coming up soon so I might squeeze some information from her. There might be people calling the station about this creature.”

“Heh, but that won’t be the only thing you’ll be squeezing, though,” Chewbacca added with a nasty grin on his face, “Right?”

The rest of the members laughed and Radar nodded brusquely.

“All right, let’s stay focused for another minute,” ordered Spook, excited they may have actual leads. “We got our first major case and now we know our agenda.”

“We do?”

“Duh, Chewbacca, of course we know.”

Spook saw blank faces on everyone else. He realized why. Discovering a major jackpot and gathering information on it was one thing. But what to do with it was another matter. It wasn’t every day opportunity like this dropped on their doorstep. Han Solo was a veteran and knew what to do in any conceivable situation possible. More importantly, he was a jack-of-all-trades, carrying a camera in one hand and packing heat on the other. The veteran investigator was renowned for scaring the crap out of the subjects he was sent to hunt down, carrying swords even. Paranormal Five, on the other hand, were solely an investigative-type of unit. If a ghost showed up and wanted to kill them, their only reaction was to put their heads between their legs and kiss their asses goodbye. But that type of attitude had to change. As unprepared as they were, Spook didn’t want fear getting in the way of glory. He wanted to show Han Solo and everyone else that they could be tough. Spook knew and felt it in his heart that they had what it took to be investigators of the paranormal. This was their chance to shine.

Spook summed up his answer as best he could. “We photograph and record this creature, then sell the evidence to some big shot company and become millionaires.”

Everyone paused for a moment. Then they nodded their heads in approval. Spook grinned, glad everyone was on the same page. Radar frowned a bit, though.

“Uh, but what if this thing, I don’t know… Eats us?”

All members in the group were quiet. They knew what kind of paranoid man Radar could be. An avid watcher of horror and science-fiction movies, he sometimes scared himself shitless to the point of fainting. If not for his psychic abilities, he would’ve been nicknamed ‘Private Hudson’, a hysterical marine from the movie ‘Aliens’ who freaked out about everything.

“Dude, no one’s gonna eat us,” argued Agent Scully and rolled his eyes. “For all we know, this could just be some asshole dressed in a costume. Like Michael Myers or somethin’.”

“M-Michael Myers…? As in, Halloween serial killer Michael Myers…?” Radar’s eyes widened.

“Hrrr… don’t start this shit again,” spouted Chewbacca. “You wanna get famous then you’ve gotta take risks. That’s the way things work.”

“What’s the point of getting famous if you’re gonna get diced? It always starts out like this, with some crazy asshole’s idea. Let’s go in the haunted house. It’ll be okay. There’s nothing there at the basement.” Radar scoffed. “And next thing you know, whap, limps started flying everywhere.” He continued, even when the entire group groaned in protest. In a louder voice, he emphasized, “Some shit’s not meant to be messed with. Black guys never make it in scenarios like this. You mother fuckers better not be setting me up to be the fallout guy.”

Everyone moaned again.

“Dude, no one’s setting you up…”

“You need to stop watching those stupid cheese movies. Hrrr… they’re crap.”

“It only happens in the films,” argued Damsel. “I’m sure monsters aren’t prejudice.”

“How do you know?”

“I’m Spanish, dude. I’m just as liable as you are, if not worse. You don’t see me complainin’.”

“Enough!” shouted Spook above the chaos. “For once, we’ve got something beautiful going on so let’s not screw it up.”

“But…” started Radar.

“Either we’re in on this or we aren’t,” Spook cut him off, “So what’s it going to be?”

Agent Scully and Chewbacca were the first to nod, soon followed by Damsel. They turned to Radar and noticed he didn’t gesture back.

“C’mon, Radar,” Spook implored, “We need you in on this.”

“Yeah,” agreed Damsel, “We need your talent. We all took an oath. No matter what, we stick together and we stay together.”

“Dude, imagine how Han Solo feels. In Star Trek the guy in red always gets killed.”

“Hrrr… be a man, Radar.”

Radar looked at each of his members. Everyone nodded to him, giving him words of encouragement. He made a small sound in his throat.

“Hmmm… I… I guess…”

His team mates started chanting his name together, urging him. “Radar. Radar. Radar…”

Radar blushed. He nodded at last. “Okay, I’m in.”

They yelled and clapped their hands loudly, whooping. Chewbacca and Agent Scully patted him on the back while Damsel smiled.

“Well, all right,” spoke Spook as they settled down again. “We all know what our goal is.”

His team quieted down and listened.

“First we’ll continue what we’re doing and get more information.” He turned to Chewbacca and Agent Scully. “I want you two passing out surveys to the folks on the east side of town. That’s where Enzo said the latest bodies have been cropping out, right? I’m sure someone’s got something to say over there.”

“Hrrr…. provided nobody shoots us the moment they open their doors. Sheesh. That’s a rough neighborhood. You need an army to pass through it alive.”

“Whatever, Chewbacca, stick to the plan. Damsel and I will read the rest of the stuff already sent in and pass out more surveys on the west side.” Spook looked at Radar, “Radar, keep the hands off the merchandise until you get the goods. I want you to get as much information from that officer as you can get. I want to know what else the Department is planning. Everyone know their roles, right?”

His group nodded.

“Good. So let’s snap to it. Right now. We’re onto something.”

Radar, Chewbacca, Damsel, and Agent Scully did a head salute. All of them were proud of Spook. The new agenda helped their leader grow a new set of balls. Paranormal Five stood from the couch. They were proud, ready to kick ass. They had an actual mission. There was a lot to do today and they needed to work fast before. They couldn’t risk anyone else claiming the glory for themselves, especially Han Solo.

As they stared at each other with determination in their eyes, a popular theme from a game show played from the flat screen TV.

The ‘Price is Right’ was on.

They turned and looked at each other. Blinking. Confused. Like ducklings without a mother, they froze. As the contestants were pulled out from the audience, though, they smiled and sat back down on the couch, grabbing beer and chips. As Chewbacca popped open a can while Radar and Agent Scully shared a bag of Doritos, Spook laughed at a contestant’s clothes and made a dismissive ‘later on’ comment.

Damsel grinned, meanwhile, shaking her head and lighting up a cigarette. They sure were a sorry and hopeless lot but, damn it, she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. A car with flat tire and no sense of direction, Paranormal Five would eventually get to where they needed to go, no matter what. That was just the type of people they were. Damsel carefully studied the surveys in her hand and her expression changed from cheerful to restless. While there were several surveys that remained unread, there was still one she needed to collect. And he hadn’t called her yet.

***



It took some time to convince Seth to let him back inside; back inside his apartment and inside his body. While Seth invited him for lunch, he did so only in a friendly gesture. It was the vibrant man’s way of parting with no regrets. He, too, had enjoyed their two nights together and had a difficult time putting it in the past. The lunch was meant for them to separate with a clean break, to move on and never to wonder about ‘what if’. But their lunch together had the opposite effect. They laughed and talked, revealing the typical things people often took for granted. Seth learned Dante liked to dip his hamburgers in ketchup. Dante learned Seth was booed in last night’s performance. Seth learned Dante absolutely hated Tom Cruise but loved all of his movies. Dante learned Seth liked his steaks bloody rare. Seth learned Dante had as big a stomach as he did.

Once Dante made it clear to Seth the limits of their association that was when things got tricky. Seth turned out to be a romantic and wasn’t too fond of being a walking and talking sex toy. But again, a relationship was something Dante wanted to avoid and he pointed out his lack of commitment from past ones, just to get the point across. Eating his French fries in silence, Seth only nodded and asked for the check. Dante didn’t know what to make of that answer but they found their way back at Seth’s apartment anyway and resumed where they left off. Yes, it was probably selfish and cold, but Dante didn’t want Seth having false illusions, thinking they were going beyond what they had right now. Because theirs was a sexual relationship, Dante made it a point to see Seth only at his place.

Cindy Lauper sang ‘Time After Time’ in the stereo while the two men were naked and situated on the floor, blankets spread everywhere. The bed had finally had it. Taking a break from screwing and laying on his side, Dante dipped a plastic handle into a canister and blew out bubbles with it. Each bubble floated up, popping the moment they drifted near the spinning ceiling fan. Dante saw something really magical about this pink room. It seemed trapped in another time. Any worries or anxieties he had flew out the opened window behind Seth. Meanwhile, his partner, a few feet away, was occupied with his Carebears. Sitting with his legs crossed, Seth stacked the stuffed animals in a pyramid, carefully placing one bear on top of another. The slightest error was all it took for his hard work to tip over. A crooked smile crossed Dante’s lips. He grabbed a bear that was close to him and flung it straight across.

“Asshole,” Seth declared loudly and watched his bears tumble over his lap.

Frustrated but still in a jovial mood, Seth grabbed one bear at a time and hurled them at Dante. The devil hunter cried and blocked his face with both hands. Once in awhile, he retaliated by chucking them back. The barrage of bears, though, was too much. Seth was fast. He waited until Seth ran out of ammo before grabbing two. Across, Seth anticipated being hit and readied his arms.

“God, I haven’t seen these silly things in ages,” stated Dante while he studied the green colored bear in one hand and the blue one in the other. “I used to grab them from girls when I was eight and cut off their heads with forks.”

“Creep.” Seth relaxed. “Only eight-years-old and, already, you broke a lot of hearts.”

Dante snickered and decided to role play a bit. With the blue bear, he said in a high-pitched voice, “Hey, look at me, I’m cute.”

With the green bear, he added very deeply, “You sure are, honey. Wanna have fun?”

“I sure do, toots. But I gotta warn ya, I’ve been around a lot of bears before. And I was with a Transformer once. I think he gave me a STD.”

“It’s all good. I’ve been with Rainbow Brite, He-Man, Pac-Man, a Cabbage-Patched kid, and even the entire band of Duran-Duran.”

“Wow, you’ve been around.”

“Let’s get it on, baby!”

As Dante put the bears in provocative poses and made panting sounds, Seth popped his partner in the head with a pillow. Unfazed, Dante pressed the bears together, making them hump fast.

Seth laughed. “Stop that, Dante. They’re innocent bears who live in clouds, spreading love and joy. Hey, don’t do that. What? Oh my god. I know you’re not… Oh… Dante, you’re such a pervert.”

“Ooooh, baby, that’s it,” Dante hollered, engaged with the bears now. “You’re naughty Carebears. Naughty. Who’s your daddy? Who’s your daddy?”

Dante’s charade lasted all of five minutes before Seth intervened, taking back his bears and hugging them like children. He looked up at Dante, shaking his head in mocked disappointment.

“Dante, you should feel ashamed. You deflowered these innocent beings in the most appalling way possible. What do you have to say about yourself?”

“Best five minutes of my life.”

The brunette had a laughing fit and fell backward, shutting his eyes and still squeezing the bears to him. Dante grinned but eventually drew calm. He loved how Seth’s lean body lay on the ground. Both his legs were up unevenly and slightly parted, creating interesting shadows between. Dante gazed at the vivacious man who laughed, filling the room with his brilliant sound. Seth’s cheeks turned bright pink, pinker than the room. Dante couldn’t get enough of Seth’s body and fire. He hated Damsel and everyone else who witnessed it.

Dante rose over Seth, lowering himself for a gentle kiss. Seth continued to laugh in his mouth but went quiet awhile later, sensing how serious Dante had become. The bears skidded off his chest as Seth wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck. Their lips pressed together. They kissed once here and kissed twice there. They held their lips together for several seconds afterward. Both inhaled through their noses and caught the other’s scent. Seth’s was sweeter, a raspberry type of smell from the shampoo he used. Dante’s was a coconut odor, partly from what he drank earlier.

On top, Dante shifted to the side a little, providing space to slide his hand down to massage the hardness between Seth’s legs. His own demanded attention but he ignored it, wanting to touch this man, to bond with him. As he slid his hand there, however, he noticed a mark by Seth’s stomach. He saw it numerous times before and rarely commented on it, afraid it’d spoil the mood. Yet, he’d been meaning to point out what was on his mind.

                Seth must’ve seen the hilarious reaction on Dante’s face because he frowned. “It’s a birth mark. And yes, I know. It looks like the state of Texas. So sue me.”

                Dante went down to kiss it, guffawing softly. Then he moved lower to kiss the tip of Seth’s shaft.

                “I want to get it surgically removed.”

                “Your dick?” Dante joked and swallowed.

                “No, stupid, I meant that horrible birthmark.”

                “I like it,” Dante commented between his sucking. He took Seth’s length halfway down his throat. Muffled by the penis in his mouth now, he said, “You should wear a cowboy hat.”

                His barely audible voice sounded uproarious and Seth playfully slapped him at the back of his head once he translated it. The force was enough to make Dante choke. The recipient of the blowjob had another hysterical fit.

                “You jerk,” Dante managed to say below and bit him hard at his tip.

Seth winced from the pain but took pleasure from it as well. “Oh, Dante… Oh, beautiful Dante. You have the mouth of a harlot.”

                “And you’ve the cock of a cowboy. Yee haw.”

                Seth wanted to reply with a crude joke of his own but fell silent instead. He sighed as Dante blew on him. It was a lingering, steady movement that progressively increased in speed and pressure with each swallow Dante took. Seth shuddered. He had a long and thick cock and it amazed him how well Dante handled it. His partner really did have a harlot’s mouth and his blowjobs were incredible enough to make Seth wonder where he learned to master it. Curiosity gave way, however, to the slow tingling sensation building, eventually crawling from his stomach to his groin.

Once Seth’s breath grew louder than a whisper, Dante gulped his climax and wiped the heavy white droplets that escaped the corners of his mouth. Afterward, he stroked Seth with his hand until he calmed back down. By the time Blondie came on the stereo and Seth’s heart paced steadily, the silver haired man removed his hand and slid upward. Gently pushing Seth to lie on his side, Dante positioned himself behind, bending one of his partner’s legs and raising it. Dante pressed the top of his cock against the other man’s anus and rolled his hips forward.

“So aside from advancing your career,” he said, pushing in, “Why did you move?”

                His eyes focusing on the standing mirror across, Seth made a face at the man behind him. “You weren’t kidding when you told me you’re a private investigator.”

                “Huh?”

“It’s nothing. It’s just that… ah… I feel like I’m being interrogated by you sometimes.”

                “It’s a force of habit of mine. But c’mon, entertain me. I’m curious.”

                “Curious?”

                “Mmm-hmm.” Dante looked at their reflection and raised Seth’s leg higher. Satisfied he saw what he wanted to see, he said later, “There’s so much I don’t know about you.”

                “You feel this way?”

                “Yeah, there’s a lot you… hah… haven’t told me.”

                “It’s the same with you too.” Rocking back and forth in a dreary movement, Seth reached behind. He kissed Dante’s cheek before grabbing a part of the chain attached to his pendant. “You still haven’t told me about this.”

                Seth stared back at Dante’s mirror image to see his reaction clearly. Other than having a slightly sober face, Dante continued pushing in and out. Seth waited for him to talk but he never did. He only grunted and elevated his leg again, slowly pulling out his length. Seth heard Dante whisper a curse word right before shoving himself back in with one thrust.

                “Hmmm…!” Seth sucked on his lower lip to restrain the pain. Closing his eyes, he later murmured, “I guess you’re not ready to open up either.”

                His counterpart resumed digging inside, a little harder this time. Except for Dante’s heaving and the music playing in the stereo, there was an abrupt quietness in the air. Outside, the moon was covered by clouds and there was a siren wailing off in the distance. Somewhere out there, there were couples talking, dancing, and making love. For the romantic and carefree man who was being pounded in room six-thirteen at the Dublin Apartment building in Arlington Street, he envied them all.

“So, are you going to tell me why you moved?” Dante asked again. Whether the forceful tone that came out was intentional or from an upcoming climax remained unknown. He pulled out very slowly again, letting just his very tip touch the anus’ rim. Dante rammed it all back in.

Seth took deep breaths, opening his eyes again to watch his aggressive partner thrust with agonizing patience. Damsel was right about this man being a brilliant but intense person.

“Are you going to tell me about your pendant?”

Dante scoffed and moaned at the same time. “Oh, c’mon, baby. Don’t be that way.”

“Don’t ask questions you’re unwilling to answer yourself.”

“Don’t be such a wuss.”

“Ditto… ah!”

Both men came at the same time. Dante tried to make the high last, pumping until his cock was numb and could no longer shoot inside. Seth pressed his face against the floor while clenching his fists, humming and sucking on his lower lip. At last, Dante stopped and flopped himself on Seth. It’d take awhile for them to get back in the mood again but the blood still pumped into their cocks. Their stamina was too great and so long as either man kept bringing out delicious stings of pain and pleasure to each other, they couldn’t see themselves stopping any time soon.

Both men loved and hated it.

The calamity finally came and the two men breathed at a distant pace. Still connected. One of Dante’s arms was lazily wrapped around Seth’s waist, his cheek pressed against his. Seth noticed Dante was watching him through the mirror. As tough and arrogant as he was just moments ago, Dante was calm now. Seth nearly smiled, noticing the look of adoration in his eyes. He almost felt guilty for not answering his question. It was the second time Dante inquired about his coming here. Seth doubted it would be the last. So long as he said nothing, Dante would keep asking.

Without turning, he put a hand on Dante, combing his hair with his fingers. He told the reflection in front of him, “You’re very beautiful, Dante. And I… like you a lot. I know that’s not what you wanted to hear. After all, this is …”

“… strictly sex,” completed the other man, firmly.

“Right,” said Seth slowly, “Sex.”

“So what’s your point?”

“My point is… I’m not eager to share my past. Not with anyone. I’d rather forget it and see my life here as a fresh, clean start. If I think about my history, I know it’ll kill me.”

                “And why would it?”

Seth bit his lower lip. He liked him. As selfish and conceited as he was, Dante was compatible with him. Dante was Judd Nelson and he was Molly Ringwald in ‘The Breakfast Club’. The Bully and the Pretty Girl. Even more, Dante was different. His endurance and aroma, they were of another kind of species. Half human. Half something else. Yes, Seth loved that too. He loved not being the freak in this relationship. Relationship. Yes, about that. While Dante hated hearing the ‘R’ word, Seth felt they were already in one, as fucked up as it was. Dante was his Prince Charming and he was his whore. Seth didn’t know how to react to that, but it was Dante’s ongoing curiosity that proved to be the most exhausting. Dante’s occupation as a private investigator had seeped into his private life and it was driving Seth nuts. Answering one question would only lead to another and another and another after that. His past was already his burden to bear. It would be his too. He liked Dante, but not enough to ruin both their lives.

“All I can really tell you, Dante,” began Seth, “is I couldn’t stand the situation I was in before. There was a person in my life that drove me to the point of insanity. I left him and everything else with the hopes of starting a new life. My own life. Do you understand?”

Dante gave himself time to think. His face was impassive for what seemed like ages. Just when Seth was about to speak again, however, Dante took Seth’s hand from his hair and brought it to his lips. He gently kissed each finger. It had to be the most intimate touch Dante ever gave him.

“Yes,” the investigator answered. He added later, “You don’t lie, do you?”

It was another question and this one was just as difficult as the first.

                “Yes, I do,” Seth replied bitterly. “Sometimes. When I have to.”

                “When you have to?”

“When I don’t want to hurt the people I love, I’ll lie.”

                Seth smiled. In the mirror, Dante saw it was a sad one. Without another word, Seth took back his hand, his back still facing Dante. Dante firmly held onto him, though, and they slept.
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