AUTHORS NOTE:
Ok, first off a quick note to say sorry for not updating in so long, I've been trying to find a job and on top of that I only really planned three chapters so it took me a while to come up with a fourth, and while I'm not too happy with it, I'm gonna upload it anyways. I'll try to update more regularly in future. Anyways on with the story below.
I awoke a while later, looking around to see a darkened room, I sighed, it was still night-time, I looked outside to see the moon glowing brightly, it's light illuminating a small spot around it, the navy blue fading into the familiar inky black void of the night sky, there would be stars visible if it wasn't for the immense light pollution of this city. I grumbled as I turned away from the window. This was the first time I hadn't slept right through the night in Dante's place, normally I would have simply tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't, I was wide awake and I knew the exact reason why. It was all because I wasn't sure what I found attractive anymore, was it males or females? I know I like Dante, but that didn't mean I liked all men did it? I'd never thought of men in that way before, I'd always liked women. I still do like women in fact. Lady was a good example of that, I thought she was stunning, but the more time I spend around Dante the more I get attracted to him. Maybe it was my hormones, they are all out of whack at my age, but I can't keep blaming everything on that. I mean, I had heard that when going through puberty it was normal for you to get erections at random times, that would explain why I got one when Dante slid his hands up my back and scratched it the other day, yeah that was it. Wait, no, no it wouldn't have been that big and hard randomly, I'd never been so turned on before. But then again Dante has some feminine features, his lips are fuller than most men, only slightly but it's there, and his skin always looked so smooth. I hadn't seen a hair on him except for his head and face. It still didn't make sense though because Dante had far more masculine features than he did feminine, that strong square jaw and cheekbones, the sharp, intense gaze of his icy blue eyes, the broad, rounded shoulders, the noticeably toned pecs and abs. He had also started sporting some stubble. There was no denying it, I liked Dante even though he had all those masculine features, and it was those very features that made me attracted to him in fact. But why? It couldn't have been coincidence could it; my hormones couldn't have just flared up each time he was around. No that wouldn't be the reason, I was turned on by Lady too, that was explainable, and she was asking for it, not wearing a bra and wearing those shorts that were too tight for their own good. But Dante was a man and I was brought up being told that looking at another man in that way was wrong, so why wasn't I feeling as if it was wrong, why wasn't I finding it sick and disgusting? Why did I feel that it was just so right in fact? I thought you were only capable of liking a woman or a man, and that a man liking a woman was the only acceptable option, so why did it feel as if I liked both, and why did it feel as if it was meant to be? I'd said earlier I didn't care, it had clearly become evident I liked men and women and I didn't care. But that was my lust fuelled mind tossing reason aside like a broken toy. I know society wouldn't accept me, Dante would be repulsed by me if he knew. I don't want that, not only would I lose any kind of relationship with him but I'd be homeless again too. I feel so strange, I don't know why, I'd never felt like this, scared, but also feeling like, like something finally made sense, as if a great weight had been lifted off my shoulders, a weight that had been weighing me down for years. I smiled. Ok so for now, for now I'm saying I like men too, or at least one man at least, Dante. I settled down, I may not know how I'm going to explain this, if I'm ever going to explain this, but I know that my feelings are true, so that's something. I closed my eyes and whilst still not completely at peace, with one thing put to rest, I found myself falling to sleep.
My eyes fluttered open to find the room was now dimly lit, still night time? Maybe I hadn't thought things over enough, as I turned over and looked out of the window, I saw a golden line outline the horizon, the sky along the horizon had only a dull-reddish appearance, while the rest of the sky remained mostly a blue and greenish colour , I sighed inwardly, trust me to wake up way too early. I could see the amount of dust on the windows didn't help in allowing much sunlight into the room. I would clean them but Dante seems to like a messy office, the bin, was now overflowing with crushed cans, but Dante was still adding to the mountain anyways, numerous empty Pizza boxes were left open and stacked on top of each other, accompanied by magazines and other paperwork strewn over his desk. I'd heard of an organised mess, but there was no way you could call any of this that, Dante had a hard time finding anything he needed and didn't seem to care about cleaning at all. I'd happily clean for him, it would be the least I could do, I doubt he'd like that but it wouldn't hurt to ask. I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out my phone, I call it the brick, it's a very old Nokia, all my friends would make fun of me as they had the newest i phones, but I just responded by saying if they dropped theirs it would be destroyed, whereas mine was invincible. It was turned off, I realised I hadn't charged it since I left, I pulled out the charger from my bag and plugged it into the wall, I started to charge my phone and checked to see 4 new messages, all from my friends asking where I was and if I was ok, I sent a reply saying 'safe and sound, don't worry about me' back to all of them, they had the right to know if I was ok, but not where I was. I was slightly hurt that my mum had shown no attempt to see if I was ok, but then I remembered she never wanted me anyway. I needed something to wake me up more as I was still in a slight zombie-like state. A shower would probably do the trick, and if not then a coffee would, I walked up the stairs trying to make as little noise as possible even though the pipes that were insistent on creaking would probably wake Dante up. As I reached the top of the stairs I saw Dante exit his room rubbing his eyes. "Oh hey kid, I was just about to have a shower." I froze, Dante was clad in only his boxers, which hung dangerously low on his hips, I snapped myself out of my daze as I felt heat rush to my cheeks, "Uh, yeah, so was I." I replied as I averted my eyes to stare back into Dante's. He smiled, "Well I'm going in first, why don't you make yourself a coffee or something while you wait?" Dante suggested as he walked off in the general direction of the bathroom. As the door closed I waited a few seconds until I heard the familiar, creaks and clangs of the shower trying to work. I was about to go and make the coffee when I realised, there was a keyhole, all I'd have to do to see Dante in all his glory, would be too look through that keyhole. My jeans suddenly became very tight and I looked down to see a noticeable bulge around my crotch. Great, now I got to get rid of that! I briefly considered spying on Dante but I couldn't it'd be wrong. I quickly ran downstairs, and did what Dante suggested, I started to make coffee, as I waited for the kettle to boil, I saw the water was filled to the max, I decided to make Dante one as well. I added a tea spoon of coffee to my mug, well the mug I'd chosen to be mine, added 2 and half teaspoons of sugar, filled it halfway with water and filled the rest with milk. As the familiar and calming aroma of coffee filled my nostrils I realised I didn't exactly know how Dante took his coffee so I just put a teaspoon of coffee in the mug, filled it halfway and left the sugar and milk next to it. Not long after Dante came down in a shirt and jeans, it seemed he'd avoided his trademark red colour for today, and was wearing a grey tank top and black faded jeans. He looked over at the coffee. As he walked over to it he looked into the cup, he started to add one, no two, no three, four spoonfuls of sugar! He was about to scoop up another when I spoke up "Uhm I'm sorry Dante I should have asked how much coffee you wanted with your sugar." He smiled, "I have a sweet tooth, sue me!" I smiled back, "Bathrooms free if you hadn't guessed." He added. I sat down on the couch "Really? I hadn't guessed." I replied, Dante walked in sipping his what I guess we're calling coffee even though it's probably some form of gloopy sugary paste with the amount he added. "Someone's sarcy this morning." He said in a questioning tone, I smiled as I finished a sip of my coffee "Well it's obvious it's free you're out of it, unless you can split into two people, which I highly doubt." I said, Dante smirked "I can now that you mention it." He stated, I sighed "and why should I be surprised, seeing as you can 'devil trigger' whatever the hell that is, I want to see that one day." I said to him not even being phased by the fact he can split into two body's. Dante frowned "Trust me kid, you don't want to see that." He said seriously, I sipped my coffee again before replying "May I ask why not?" I questioned, Dante looked over at me "Devil triggering means I turn into my full demon form, it boosts my power immensely, but I become a devil, literally, I'm more violent, unforgiving, brutal and basically a full on demon, however I am fully aware of what I'm doing, I've learnt to control it more, I just can't stay in that form for very long, and I'm sure you don't want to see me as demon. Although it might make me more attractive than usual." He joked at the end of his answer to lighten the mood a bit from seriousness. I was actually very curious "I'm more curious now." I said to him, Dante sighed, "Fine, later I'll show you, but only for a second, because I don't like becoming a demon at all, and right now I physically can't, I'm too tired." He explained. I finished my coffee "ok, that seems fair enough, if you really hate being in that form you don't have to, I'm just curious." I said, not wanting to force Dante into anything he wouldn't want to do. He smiled at me "Thanks kid, but you'll probably see it one of these days, and I guess it'd be best if it weren't such a shock to you when you do see it." Dante said. I smiled back "Ok then, if you're sure, I'm going to take that shower now." I said to him as I took out a clean set of clothes and made my way up the stairs. It was nice, the atmosphere this morning, it seemed more, normal and as if I belonged here. I grabbed a towel out of the airing cupboard and entered the bathroom. As I stepped into the shower and the ritual of creaking pipes started I stepped back remembering the icy blast from before, and waited for it to warm up, I tested it with my hand and felt the cool water change to a nice warm temperature before I stepped under it, as the warm water flowed over my body I sighed with relief, it felt so good. I picked up the body wash and squirted some into my hands and began to rub it into my body, as I felt my hand trail form my stomach down towards my man hood I suddenly imagined my hands as Dante's and as my hands reached my member I suddenly realised that I was getting aroused as it's size had definitely increased from before I entered the shower. I knew I shouldn't have do what i was about to do in Dante's shower but I gripped my erection and slowly moved my hands up and down feeling it grow thicker and longer, as it reached its full length I began to get light headed and placed my free hand on the wall to steady myself as I began to pump my cock faster. I was imagining Dante working my cock and pleasuring me, I continued like this for a few minutes panting heavily before I felt the familiar feeling of my balls tightening and a warm pleasurable tickling from there and that feeling pulsing up my entire length as I shot one, two, three strings of thick cum onto the shower wall as I finished. I sighed as I opened my eyes and my blurry vision slowly started to focus, I wiped my cum off the wall and finished cleaning myself and turned the shower off and stepped out. As I dried myself I wondered why I'd once again imagined Dante when I was turned on, I could've imagined anyone, Jennifer Lawrence, Scarlet Johansson, Angelina Jolie, Jennifer Aniston, even Lady, I could have imagined any beautiful woman but I imagined Dante. I guess my mind seems determined to make him the object of my lust. I briefly wondered if Dante had some sort of telekinetic demon power was deliberately projecting these thoughts into my mind, but I quickly dismissed that as plain silly, despite everything he can do, I don't think that could possibly be one of them. I dressed myself in my clean clothes and bundled my dirty ones up into a ball and carried them under my arm. As I came down the stairs I saw Dante sitting back in his normal position, leant back on his chair, bridging the gap between the chair and the desk with his long legs. "So where do these go?" I asked him gesturing to my clothes, Dante pointed towards the back of the shop "You'll find a washing machine outback, just chuck them next to the pile there." Dante answered. As I walked into the back I saw a washing machine and a mountain of dirty clothes which Dante obviously considered a pile. I chucked my dirty clothes on top of it. I'm going to have to clean up this shop one day, It's getting ridiculous.