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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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A/N: Sorry for the delay. Again. What can I say, it’s been a hectic two weeks. I also added a new chapter so I’m struggling between editing and adding. I’ll probably come back to this chapter in the future and fix mistakes, so bear with them if you see any. I’m my own BETA reader so… yeah, it’s tough. Anyway, just a small warning, this chapter contains adult situations. Nothing hardcore or anything but still adult oriented in terms of content.

Wow, over 800 reads! Amazing. *__* Thanks so much for tuning in guys. It’s why I make myself post a chapter every week, just so you guys don’t feel cheated and have to wait a million years for new stuff. I also think a week gives you time to absorb the posted chapter. Again, thanks for reading this fanfic and bearing with its mighty length and crazy scenes. And thanks for being patient with my characterizations. I know not everyone wants to read Dante as a conceited jerk (even if he can be in the games, lol). But this story is about change. For better or worse? Well, that’s for the last chapter of this story to decided. ;-)

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                Paranormal Five’s black van had seen better days. The clunky machine farted from time to time, squirting gas and indicating its age and crappy condition. On average, it stalled ten times a day, most of them occurring when they really needed the car to run. Oddly enough, the vehicle made more noise when it sat still than in drive mode. Even when the car keys were taken out of the ignition the engine ‘clicked-clacked’ for awhile before finally shutting up. Indeed, the van was a mechanic’s worse nightmare and no matter how many times Damsel replaced its parts and got it to run, the metal monster remained to be a force to reckon with. Still, Paranormal Five didn’t mind, so long as it got them from point A to point B. And like them, they viewed it as a misfit of society.

                Agent Scully was behind the wheel since it was his slobbering baby. No one but him was allowed to drive it. Unfortunately, while he claimed ownership of the vehicle, he took little care of it. The van was a mess from the inside as it was on the outside. The dashboard was filled with food wrappers, cigarette butts, stuffed animals, and a large bobble head of Charles Heston dressed as Moses, holding a rifle. There were more disregarded wrappers on the carpet floor, which was sticky in some places, and the roof’s fabric was torn badly. At the back of the van was the group’s video feed equipment.

It was a pretty big space. There were plenty of monitors, radios with frequency readouts, tons of wires and cables, and a stack of videogame systems on top of each other. Fold-up benches were disregarded at a corner and there was a small, circular table where the team frequently gathered around to eat and smoke. Usually, Spook and his posse drove up to the hills and had a party. Today, however, was all about business.

The door slid open and Chewbacca and Agent Scully mounted into the van; both of them carrying large bags over their shoulders. They breathed hard and wiped sweat from their foreheads. The harsh sun from above showered over their shoulders. While it certainly was a hot one today, it was walking up and down streets for five hours straight to pass out surveys that got the best of them. Their jeans clung to their sweaty legs and their shirts were literally soaked. There were large wet spots underneath the armpits and the collar area. Chewbacca took off his hat and waved himself while Scully wiped his face with the bottom part of his Godsmack shirt.

“Jeez, you guys look exhausted,” Radar commented. Up front at the passenger’s seat, the team’s ‘psychic’ was groomed and cool, wearing a casual-styled suit. He slurped strawberry slushy through a straw. “I guess it’s really hot out there, huh?”

Both members gave him a hard look.

“Hrrr… maybe if you really cared, you’d get off your ass and help us pass out these surveys, ya lazy bastard,” griped Chewbacca and dumped his bag on the table with a big thud.

“You know I can’t. I’ve got a date coming up and I need to look decent.” Radar shrugged when he received another glance from the two. “Hey, I’m doing this for the team. We need insight this officer might provide to us. Believe me, this is secretly business.”

Agent Scully rolled his eyes and went to the front to join Radar. “Dude, it doesn’t mean you couldn’t have taken the damn bus. Chewbacca and I already got our hands full. I don’t see why I gotta take your skinny ass to the station. Hell, you could’ve walked the distance from here, dude.”

“It’s hot outside. I’ll sweat,” Radar complained. He made a face when he inhaled Agent Scully’s odor. He rolled down the window. “Aw, man, you’re going to make me smell like fart.”

“Too bad, dude. It’s called the smell of hard work. Try it sometime.”

“It stinks.”

“Yeah, work stinks but that’s life. Now shut up or get the hell outta my ride, dude.”

Radar silenced himself.

“Roll up the window so I can put on the AC,” nagged Agent Scully again. “I swear, dude, you’re unbearable sometimes.”

Radar sighed and Agent Scully put the key to the ignition. The car whirled once. And then went flatlined. He tried again and got the same results. As Agent Scully struggled with his van, Chewbacca and Radar waited. It was a common thing they saw every day and whenever Agent Scully did what was required to make his car come alive by the seventh try, it disturbed them each time.

Agent Scully turned the key the seventh time and as he did, he cooed to his van in a deep, sexy voice, “Come on, baby. You know you can do it. Yeah, that’s it. You turn me on all the time, baby. You know I turn you on. Turn for me one more time, sexy mama. I promise you, I’ll stick it to you where you want it. Come on, baby, let’s do this. I’ll stick mines to your gas pipe. You know you want it.”

The vehicle turned on and the remaining two men exchanged petrified looks.

“We’re rollin,’ dudes,” Agent Scully said as matter-of-fact and pulled off the curb.

With the AC and radio blasting, Radar joined Chewbacca at the back. They looked through the surveys and searched for ones that coincided with Damsel’s findings.

“Hmm, check this out,” spoke Chewbacca as he read out answers from some of the surveys. “Huge black animal… Large claws…” He quickly scanned through the rest in his hands. “I got, like, ten surveys saying the same damn thing. Back-to-back. Fuckin’ weird.”

After a moment of looking through several on his own stack, Radar replied, “Me too. Looks like that Enzo guy was right. Most of the murders are happening at the east side of town. Maybe we should station ourselves there.”

“Ha!” laughed Chewbacca, “Check this out, this guy said he spotted an alien down North Navarro Street trying to cash out a paycheck. Hrrr… this guy probably meant an illegal alien.”

“Dude, focus, I ain’t in the mood,” spouted Agent Scully up front and turned on a street. He sighed. With a serious voice he added, “This is a big step up for us, y’ know, dudes. It makes me worried Enzo might’ve leaked the same info to other investigators. Han Solo, being one of them.”

“But you paid him,” argued Radar. “Nah. I know he didn’t tell anyone else. I got a good feeling about him. We’re the first to know about this creature. It’s all us, baby.”

“Wanna bet, dude? I’ve met Enzo in person. I don’t put anything passed him. All I gotta say is, we need to pull our crap together fast.”

“Hrrr… sucks all our evidence got sucked up by the cops,” inserted Chewbacca bitterly.

“Yeah, now we gotta find new evidence soon, dude.” He pulled his eyebrows together. “The competitors aren’t the only thing I’m worried about. There’s the whole city curfew thing too.”

“It won’t happen. Trust me.” Radar looked over the surveys. “Here’s another one. This one sighted the creature at the other side of town, though, at a factory.”

“It’s probably just a random sighting,” Chewbacca inserted and continued with his own pile.

“You think so? I got a good feeling about that place.”

“Well, until we get more sightings there, don’t bother with it.”

“We’re here,” Agent Scully announced.

“Awesome.” Radar grinned.

Radar and Chewbacca joined Agent Scully at the front. Agent Scully drove to the side of the curb, putting the van on park. There was nothing spectacular about the one-story police station. Made of glass and concrete with a series of patrol cops parked to its side, it was the one thing Chewbacca and Agent Scully dreaded. Just being here was enough to make them want to scuttle up a tree and hide from the men in blue. Both prayed none of the cops brought their dogs out for a walk. The van was loaded with enough weed to probably make the dog pass out.

Aside for the other two, Radar appeared excited about being here. Radar checked his breath and sniffed his armpits, soon nodding in content. He read his watch and was smiling enough to make even a suicidal man smile back. All this and Chewbacca and Agent Scully suspected this was more than just a business meeting.

“Well, boys, thanks for the ride,” Radar said between them, grinning and patting them on the backs. “But I’ll take it from here. You boys have a good one.”

Chewbacca caught his arm as he turned. “Now, wait, here. I wanna see your officer gal. You’ve been dating her for some time.”

“Yeah, I want to see her too, dude,” agreed Agent Scully.

Radar scoffed a little but in his eyes he was just as eager to show her too. He stayed inside the van with them, waiting for his date to come out of the station. After a few uniformed officers came out, two women walked out the glassed double-door entrance. The first one blocked the second and was dressed in civilian clothing. Agent Scully and Chewbacca gasped at the beauty they saw.

She was a tall and slender black woman, young and toned. Her hair was pulled up into a bun and her lips made an easy smile as she walked down the steps.

“Oh, man… she’s incredible, dude!” Agent Scully patted him on the back. “You’ve done good! She’s perfect for you!”

Radar smiled and nodded, happy they approved of her.

“Yeah, man,” agreed Chewbacca, “She looks like Halle Berry. That’s one toned body, she’s got.”

Radar frowned. “Huh?” He looked ahead and realized something. “No, man, that’s not her.”

The first woman waved goodbye to the second and walked away. Agent Scully and Chewbacca finally saw who Radar was referring to. They were both shocked.

“That’s her,” Radar informed with a big smile.

Big breasted and lumpy in the middle, Radar’s date was a short, Caucasian, and very chubby. With a modest face, she had thin lips and big hazel eyes. The dress she wore showed off some skin that made Radar’s eyes bright and hungry. Just the sight of her made him want to get out of the van and hold her in his arms.

“Ain’t she gorgeous?”

“Uh…” started Chewbacca.

“Dude…” said Agent Scully very slowly, “Are you… serious?”

“What?” Radar looked at them.

“Dude, she’s… white.”

“And? I’m black. So?”

“She’s, uh…” Agent Scully momentarily stopped. “Chewbacca, dude, help me out here.”

“She’s fat,” he spat out loud.

Radar rolled his eyes and then glared back at his date. “You may like digging yourself into twigs, but I love big women. White. Brown. Black. I don’t care what color of the rainbow they are, they just got to be big. Big women give big loving, if you know what I mean.”

Radar’s date hiked up her dress to address her stocking. Agent Scully and Chewbacca raised their eyebrows. It was a voluptuous leg, similar to Betty Boop’s. Both men blinked when they imagined those legs wrapping around Radar’s waist.

“Dude, you’re soooo cool,” Agent Scully said with enthusiasm this time, giving him a high-five.

Chewbacca gave him a high-five too and nodded with a naughty grin in his face. Radar checked himself in a side mirror and finally got out of the van to meet his date. The two boys he left behind were envious of Radar now.

***

                Dante and Seth must’ve been kissing for half an hour because by the time the manager told them to get a room it was already eleven. It took awhile for them to comply, especially when both were set to attach themselves on the spot.

Dirty little words. Meaningful caresses. Lips touching. Soft and wet sounds. Corners of the mouth glistening with hot saliva. Sticky denim jeans. And a powerful throbbing that demanded resolution. Those sensations were too powerful to ignore and were remnants of last night’s wild event. The theme of ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarves’ had played in the background and props were set everywhere in the room. The landlord arrived within an hour of their session, demanding answers for the loud noise. He was completely shocked when Dante answered the door. Humorously asking if he was the pizza guy, Dante wore only a gas mask. Behind him was Seth, gagged and chained to the bed’s posts, wearing a ragged pink dress that was slimed with perspiration and semen. Needless to say, Seth was going to get a mouthful from Mr. Popovich once he returned from the hospital.

Today, the heat was still on and the manager yelled again. It took the threat of calling the cops to prompt Dante and Seth to finally pull away from their kissing. Even then, they pressed their lips together one last time. Seth turned a shade of pink while Dante threw the manager the middle finger when he turned his back on them.

                “What do you think of my tongue piercing?” Dante asked later and licked Seth’s neck.

                Seth grinned and flushed a little.

                Dante was always proud of his stud collection and attended many conventions to purchase the latest metals in the market. Unfortunately, his rapid healing ability forced him to embed a thin wire in his tongue whenever he wasn’t wearing a stud. Still, Dante thought it was worth it. Whether it was for rebellious or sexual purposes, he enjoyed sporting a stud every now and them. Today, he wore one and Seth was very taken by it. He couldn’t wait to get back to his place and put the metal to really good use.

Above them, a flat screen TV displayed a trailer to an upcoming adult movie, complete with cheesy music and exaggerated heavy breathing. The two resumed strolling down the aisles of an erotica store. Leather suits hung at the far right of the establishment with many mannequins showcasing examples of the kinky wardrobe. Neon lights reflected off the glossy suits and masks, setting up a spunky mood. At the opposite side of the store were shelves filled with lubes, sexual enhancers, and items for protection. Along the walls were sexual devices that guaranteed one-hundred-percent satisfaction or your money back. There were more dildos stored in gigantic bins at the middle of the store. On the ceiling were blowup dolls that hung by wires. Most of the store’s space, though, was dedicated to its vast video and DVD collection, which Dante and Seth planned to explore soon.

Because his bike was still in the shop, they spent a lot of time in the bus earlier in the day. Dante played tourist guide and showed Seth the city’s main sights. Pam’s Spaghetti Warehouse. The Slip-N-Slide Water Amusement Park. Trailer Trash Discount Store. And many more. Overall, it was a fun experience. Even the bus driver offered other notable places. Toward the end of the tour, Dante noticed the S&M store and playfully suggested they come here. He was surprised, and excited, when Seth agreed. More than picking up DVDs, clothes, toys, and ass juice, Dante enjoyed knowing his lover shared in his sexual adventures. And what the hell, there was something erotic about being with someone he knew, respected, and really…

No. They weren’t in a relationship.

Dante and Seth continued to explore the adult-oriented establishment. To his dismay, Dante realized his partner was more interested in gaining a new wardrobe than finding a properly sized vibrator. Granted, he took items for their bedroom ‘sessions,’ but for the most part, Seth spent his time at the leather section. Dante patiently stood by while the freelance guitar player explained how he’d like to modify the suits to incorporate into his gigs. As if wearing women’s clothing wasn’t enough. An artist at heart, Seth grabbed objects that had no right being together and described what he’d do with them. Unable to grasp his vision, Dante wandered a few feet away to let him be, picking out his own outfits in the process.

Dante didn’t mind when people in the store gave him longing looks. They had done so since they arrived. Feeling jovial, he blew them kisses and made rude gestures with his stud. However, the moment they gazed at Seth with the same expression on their face, he gave them a brutal stare, just enough for them to take the hint.

Yes, perhaps he was being selfish. But Seth belonged to him. And even if his own sexual innuendos presented ripe opportunity for others, Dante had no plans in following through with it. For once in his life, he told himself he was going to stay true to one person.

The two men finally headed to the video/DVD section, trying to pick out movies for their wild evening together. Dante decided to go to the other side of the same shelf Seth was studying. He checked out the anime section while Seth stood stationed at the romance area, whatever that meant. Dante smiled a little, overhearing the event going on at a closed back room nearby.

“You know, maybe we can try out some of our merchandise right now,” he suggested, nodding his head toward the door to indicate what he meant. “They always say to check out your items before leaving the store to avoid hassles anyway.”

“As if,” Seth replied, staring up with his eyes. From the look on his face, he also heard the couples screwing. “Besides, that’s why they got receipts.”

“Ugh, if I were an employee, I wouldn’t want anyone returning their items here, especially when you consider what this place is all about,” joked Dante.

Seth chuckled.

“So I take it you don’t enjoy group action, huh?” Again, he nodded toward the door.

Shrugging, Seth replied, “I prefer one-on-one. Quality over quantity, as the old saying goes.”

“But orgies are fun. The last one I went to was pretty wild. You’re basically a piece of meat being tossed around, getting hit at all directions.” Dante held up his vibrator and pretended he was being attacked by it. While Seth laughed louder, he added, “C’mon, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it before.”

“Not really.”

“No? So I guess we won’t be going to that party I was invited to just now.”

“Probably not.”

Dante rolled his eyes. “No imagination.”

Seth slowly stopped laughing. “No. It’s not that. I just don’t feel comfortable being in one.”

“You need to slide that conscious of yours under a mat somewhere and relax, especially in a place like this. Don’t make me strike you with that whip over there.”

With the tone Dante used, Seth knew he was fooling around again. Yet, he read between the lines and could tell Dante really wanted him to take it easy and enjoy himself.

“It’s just, you’re more than enough for me,” responded Seth later, “I don’t think hot sex has to include three or more people. It can be hot for two people who really…” He stopped himself before going any further. “Never mind…”

Dante knew what he was going to say and was glad he didn’t say it. “All I’m saying is, you could stand to loosen up from time to time. You’re pretty careless and carefree about everything else. But sex? I practically got to push you to do something drastic and provocative.”

Seth scoffed and continued checking the DVDs on his side of the shelf. “I don’t mind experimenting and being fetish. You know I can meet you all the way. If, by what you mean to say is, I don’t like making love with other people, you’re right. I don’t even like making love in public spaces.”

“Making love?” Dante snickered. “I wouldn’t call blowjobs and fisting ‘making love’. And hey, what are you talking about? You were ‘making love’ out in the open with me just now. Hell, we ‘made love’ in public view on the first day we met.”

“That’s because you’re intoxicating. I can’t help myself when you’re ready to go like that.”

“Sounds like an excuse to me,” muttered Dante, “But hey, that’s gotta be the biggest compliment I’ve ever heard too.”

Seth gave him an awkward look.

“Really, Seth, you should relax and stop kidding yourself about what we do with each other. It’s fucking, not making love.” Dante paused at a video, reading the back contents. His voice was low when he later stated, “I can’t hold your hand all the time.”

“Sorry, but self-control is something I’m working hard toward,” the other man replied, trying to keep his tone reasonable.

Seth didn’t like how Dante was treating him like a child. Yes, maybe ‘making love’ wasn’t the right choice of words to describe their actions. Still, Dante couldn’t blame him. Heaven help him for trying to have high hopes for what they had together. It wasn’t easy admitting to oneself that their relationship was based entirely on sex. No, Dante couldn’t blame him. And he shouldn’t act like some big shot who knew everything there was to know.

Frustrated, Seth added, “I wasn’t always like this, you know.”

“Oh? You weren’t?” Dante stopped and looked up. “How so, pray tell?”

The other man chewed on his lower lip. He immediately regretted saying anything.

“I’d rather not talk about it…” Seth noticed Dante was still waiting for another answer. “God, you’re unbearable sometimes, Dante.”

“I know. I get that a lot. Now talk to me.”

“Hey, why don’t we go out for Chinese after this? I’m hungry. Huh? How about it? I’ll pay.”

Dante didn’t take the bait and kept silent, focusing on him. Seth hated Dante whenever he got like this. He tried to look away but felt the other man’s cool blue eyes heavy on him.

Other than plain stupidity, Seth knew his slip came from his own ego. He wanted to prove Dante wrong. The way his partner kept on bragging, as if he was superior over all things sexual, really got to him. It shouldn’t have, though. And he shouldn’t feel proud of what he’d done in the past either.

“Goddamn it, Dante, I thought we talked about this yesterday. You told me if I didn’t feel comfortable, then I didn’t have to talk.”

“I know I did, but I never said I’d stop asking either.”

“Why does it always have to be like this? I give you the courtesy of respecting your distance. Why can’t you do the same for me? ”

Dante smiled. His eyes were soft. “The truth?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Because you’ve got to be the most peculiar man I’ve ever met. You do and say one thing but mean another. You’re bold at times, and then you’re shy at others. You’re completely honest with me, but you hold back too. It’s like you’re two people. I just… can’t figure you out.”

Seth sighed. In a low voice, he said, “My past and present…”

“Huh?”

He shook his head. “Never mind…”

“See? I just can’t get you. Is it a wonder why I keep asking questions? You’re an enigma.”

“No, I’m not. You’re just looking too much into it.” Seth sucked on his lip. “You want to know about my past life so you can know me. But like I told you a long time ago, I’ve left that behind. You can’t know the present me by knowing my past self. He’s dead.”

Dante noted the tone in his voice. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Seth gazed back at him. He took a deep breath. “No. It’s not your fault. I guess… I have a long ways to accomplishing my goal. As for your question…” He paused for a moment. “Let’s just say I was everything you want me to be right now. I was very loose.”

“What, every man a week?”

“Man, woman… Every day…” He stopped himself, silently observing a XXX-rated DVD that involved bestiality. His heart skipped a beat.

Curious, Dante studied the other man. The investigator saw Seth’s jaw very tight and his gaze slightly lowered. His response was entirely factual and not an exaggeration.

“So you spent a couple of days living this type of lifestyle? That sounds… interesting.”

Seth made a sound, which was a cross between a sigh and grunt. “I was pretty reckless and destructive, maybe even sadistic. I don’t know. I don’t remember. I was high half the time… and severely pissed off.”

“Pissed off? Pissed at what?”

“At life,” was all Seth said. After a moment, he injected, “There was another person who shared in this lifestyle. Shit, he raised me on it.”

“And now you hate him…”

“I hated that I loved him enough to live like him,” Seth clarified. “Then again, he was all I ever had. He was my world.”

Dante wished he didn’t hear that. Not that he was going to be jealous over a memory. He just… couldn’t stand someone else being an important figure in Seth’s life.

“He and I… we spent a long time being loose,” Seth resumed, “I suppose that’s why public sex and orgies no longer faze me anymore. It’s why I try to avoid them whenever possible.”

                Dante found all of this hard to believe. For a moment, he thought Seth was playing around. He didn’t seem like the type of guy who was self-indulgent and unrestrained. He was too kind and gentle, straight to the point of being gullible. Even when he dressed up and engaged in kinky sex, he controlled his raw side. But Seth kept the same serious face he made earlier. He was being completely honest and even looked ashamed of his own facts. The PI felt his stomach tighten a bit.

“Was this the same guy you left?” Dante murmured to him, trying not to sound annoyed.

                “You know, Dante, I don’t want to talk about him anymore,” Seth responded slowly, “I don’t like going back to that past. I shouldn’t have even brought it up. Let’s leave it alone. Please.”

                Trying to control his curiosity and stubbornness, Dante went back to scanning the videos. He didn’t want Seth’s old lover being present with them either.

“You game for some anime?” Dante asked from across. He held up a DVD of a schoolgirl being assaulted by a monster that looked like a giant penis. “It’s got tentacle action.”

                “Which one doesn’t?” Seth smirked, sounding a bit calmer.

                “How about sci-fi?” Dante held up a DVD of a space girl being attacked by a monster that looked similar to the first. “It’s got women doing women with penises who are in desperate need to repopulate.”

                “Jesus…”

                “No? Action?” The third had a female detective. Surprise, surprise, it was yet another baddie that looked like the others. “It’s got women doing men with no penises.”

                “Uh…”

“How about horror?”

                “Only if it’s the cheesiest crap ever conceived by humankind.”

                “Meaning, anything from the eighties?”

                Now Seth gave him a reaction. He sneered and flung a lubricant bottle from the basket he carried. Dante caught it mid-air with a grin. He immediately threw it back, aiming at the chest to avoid accidentally poking Seth’s eye. However, the other man was just as quick as he was. He caught the bottle between two fingers and twirled it once before getting a good grip on it. Before he could see Dante’s impressed look, the dark-haired man scanned the DVDs in front of him. His face was soft when he gazed up at Dante.

                “Let’s go to a regular video store after this. We can rent other movies that don’t involve tentacles, women with penises, and men without penises.”

                “Like what kind of movies?”

                Seth shrugged. “Sixteen Candles?”

                “God…” Dante laughed and rolled his eyes. “You would.”

                “What? Not a romantic guy? Come on…” Seth leaned on the shelf and put his folded arms on top of it. “Don’t tell me you can see a group of horny guys and girls banging each other in every possible combination, but can’t stomach a girl falling in love with the man of her dreams.”

                “It’s not that I can’t handle it. I just can’t handle bullshit.” He saw the face Seth made and quickly said, “Don’t get me wrong, it’s a nice story. Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl again. It’s nice. But it’s all Hollywood crap. None of it’s real.”

                Seth thought on that for a moment, looking away from Dante and staring into an empty space. He finally removed his arms from the shelf and walked alongside it.

                “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Seth,” Dante said, walking with him from the other side of the shelf. “I’m just being honest. I mean… come on. You and me… Our association. Our story didn’t exactly start with an innocent kiss or glance. Ours started out… like one of these.” He gestured at the entire video section.

When Seth stopped in his tracks, Dante closed his mouth. What he just said was the equivalent of saying, hey, you’re just a whore and I’ll call you whenever I want some. Accept it and move on. Dante felt a bit of guilt in his stomach, mainly because it was true.

                “I’m sorry,” Seth said at last. “Sometimes… I forget.”

                “It’s okay…”

                Staring at the ground, Seth nodded. “You’re completely right, you know. We met in some pretty hot and heavy circumstances. And right now our rela… our association is completely sexual. I shouldn’t be such a hypocrite. It’s just…”

Seth took a deep breath and Dante waited for him to talk again.

“Sometimes I can’t help it,” the other man finally continued, “I want to believe there’s a soul mate waiting for me out there. I want to believe I’m going to spend the rest of my life with someone I really care about, with a love that spans past death itself.” He jeered at himself and looked up at Dante. “See what I’m talking about? I’m the weirdest guy you ever met. Admit it.”

                Dante smiled. “No, you’re not weird. You’re a bit naïve and have watched too many John Hughes’ eighties movies. But no, you’re not weird. I think everyone wants the same thing.”

                “And you?” Seth asked. He saw Dante’s mouth not moving and chuckled. “I think you’re right. Everyone wants romance. But they’re also afraid of it, fearful to the point where they don’t want it.”

                “What do you mean?”

“Well… with sex, you’re connecting in a physical manner. Afterwards, you clean up and call it a day. You’re still intact. Emotional love, now that’s a pretty tricky deal. Being emotionally in love with someone means giving half of your soul away, something you can’t really have back in one piece. It can nurture or completely destroy you. We can submit our bodies to however many people we want to have. But we’re very reluctant to submit our emotions, our souls. There’s just too much at stake.”

                Granted, Dante didn’t think of love being capable of spanning beyond the grave. Nor did he see his entire life changing because of it. But with Seth’s eyes looking so fierce and passionate, Dante wanted to have him in his arms. He wanted to hold his body against his and pretend the world really had happy endings. Instead, Dante controlled himself and only nodded in response to his comments. He tried not to look impressed.

                “Who knew I could get philosophical advice at a S&M store? From a guy who plays with Carebears and is overly obsessed with Molly Ringwald, of all things?”

                Seth gasped in shock. “The hell, Molly rocks. How dare you insult my Queen. She was the original basket-case girl.”

                Laughing, Dante replied, “And what? Paris Hilton isn’t doing it for ya?”

                “Please. She’s sluttier than you are.”

                “Hey, I resent that.”

                “Oh yeah?”

                “Yeah.” From the other side, Dante grabbed the collar of Seth’s shirt, pulling him forward. Their lips moved over the other. After sliding his tongue at the bottom part of Seth’s lip, he later added, “I’m a hundred times sluttier than that toothpick.”

                Seth smacked him on the cheek playfully, still embraced by Dante’s kiss. “Are you always this whore-like?”

                “Only around you.” Dante moaned in Seth’s mouth. Awhile came and went and he said in a half humorous tone, “I’m horny. Let’s rent some porn and get the hell out of here already. Better yet, let’s make our own movie.”

                Seth pushed away and pretended to be serious. Raising his head up in a snobbish gesture, he answered, “I don’t appreciate these sexual advances you’re making toward me, sir. Please keep your dirty hands and thoughts to yourself. Now… if you’ll excuse, I’m going to rent movies that speak of love and hope and respect. They’re in here. Somewhere…”

                As Seth went to the other side of the store, Dante pursued him. One man tried to hide while the other stalked, tagging him with kisses. Like children, they played. They ducked behind the shelves of dirty magazines, surprising people who were choosing their own selections. At one point, Seth grabbed a vibrator from a bin and threw it at Dante. Dante countered the attack by grabbing a string attached to many balls. Like nun chucks, he bounced the sex objects back with a quick twirl. Seth yelped and ducked.

Along the way, they grabbed videos and objects to take with them. They acted civilized any time the manager was in range. Then they quickly resumed their game. Right around closing time, Seth, armed with another dildo, looked behind to see if his stalker was there. He was breathless, laughing too much to really concentrate. When he turned around he went straight into Dante’s arms.

Seth chortled uncontrollably, firmly admitting defeat by raising his hands and surrendering his vibrator. He expected Dante to share the same amusement in his eyes, but his partner was full of other emotions. Dante stared at him; his expression was completely sober and longing now. He pressed his lips to Seth’s forehead.

                “I’m glad I’m me. I’m glad I’m the person with you right now.”

                Confused, Seth continued looking at him. He held Dante’s face with a hand and shared in Dante’s current mood. Of course, in Dante’s mind, it made perfect sense. Today he couldn’t play his usual role-playing game. He didn’t want to be the upset manager. Not the bored clerks. Not the four people still banging inside a room. None of the curious couples nearby. He didn’t want to be anyone else but himself. And if he were one of them, he’d definitely want to be the man playing tag with his lover.

                “Never mind, Seth.” Dante smiled.
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