Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry and Resident Evil
A/N: If you don't like the idea of Dante/Wesker (Wesker/Dante), please, don't bother reading.
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Smell
"You smell nice", Dante murmured, nuzzling his neck.
"Antiseptic is nice?" Wesker replied sarcastically. Dante just shrugged and continued his ministrations.
That night was the first time they shared a bed.
Vision
Wesker saw everything with his Tyrant eyes. And he liked what he saw at this particular moment.
"You could make a great specimen", he finally said. Dante stretched lazily.
"Screw you".
Hearing
"...break through the back door, then turn to the left... Dante, are you listening?"
"Um... yeah", Dante blinked. Actually he almost fell asleep, fascinated by Wesker's velvety voice.
Taste
"Drink. Now", Dante cut his wrist and let Wesker suck his blood. It was thick, warm and tasted like copper. Bittersweet, like wild honey. Delicious. Wesker licked his lips. Dante's blood was such a good painkiller.
Touch
This feeling still thrilled him, and Wesker was sure he would never forget it. Tight grip, as the half-demon carried him away from the place of explosion, soft, silky skin and firm muscles under it. His first memory of Dante.