Roses Are Red: Chapter 1: Valentine's Day
Friends don't kiss friends.
They just don't. Not in Fortuna.
I've known him since the day we were born. He was like...a brother, almost. He'd filled in that role beautifully. He was strong, warm, and loving. He shared his bedroom with me, we'd slept beside each other ever since we shared our crib... Where one of us went, the other followed. And he'd grown up to be a very handsome man. Hell, even as a boy he was gorgeous. He'd stolen the Axe while I was showering once when we were 12, and I had to chase him all across Devil May Cry in a towel to get it back. But when I finally cornered him, just looking at him, grinning and gorgeous in his angel-white shirt...it made me think twice before throwing a hissy fit at him. So yeah. I'll be honest. I love him.
We're 16 now, or at least close enough. We still shared the same room and bed. And yeah, demon aging is a witch, but he looked good, and he could still revert to his younger form, like I usually did. He preferred his older form though. 6'2" and chiseled with muscle...who wouldn't like being that handsome? Even with his fully-mature body though, he still had no shame in showering in front of me. At least I got a bit nervous when I showered while he dried off and such. And of course, growing up made our relationship change a little bit. He was getting more and more like a big brother instead of just any close sibling. I was almost petite against him when he hugged me. He had definitely grown up. But it was more than that. We were teenaged demons, and we both knew we'd want mates some time soon. So, sure enough, we talked it out together, like we talked out everything else. And I guess I should thank him, because our chats about what we wanted in a partner made me realize I was into guys. That I was gay.
I had never talked about stuff like that in my entire life, with anyone, except for him. And here we were, on Valentine's day, with him knowing I was gay.
He blindfolded me to get me to whatever store we went to. The blindfold meant one thing: he was getting me a gift, and he didn't want me to see. Now that we were finally home, he walked me over to the red leather couch and sat me down.
Friends don't kiss friends.
I heard him set the stuff down on the table in front of me. His fingers slid through my hair as he undid the blindfold.
"You ready, Nero?" his deep purr fell on my ears, my name rolling off his lips.
"Dante...what're you up to?"
"Heheh...open your eyes."
There on the table was a heart-shaped box of chocolate, and three short-stemmed roses. One was red, the other two were pink but red on the inside and along the edges.
"Oh my god...Dante...they're gorgeous..."
"Eh. You love red and pink, so I figured you'd like them. And I know you love chocolate. I'm not the only one here with a sweet-tooth."
"No you are not." I said it knowing I was ready to tear into the box and devour them.
"Hey...kid..." his fingers wrapped around my chin, and he turned my head so I looked at him, "...Happy Valentine's Day."
He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine as he gave me a single kiss.
My entire body tensed.
Friends don't kiss friends.
~A/N: I know this might be a confusing first chapter, but all will be explained in time! Don't worry!