Roses Are Red: Chapter 4: Experimentation, Pt. 2 (2/17/2011)
Well, yesterday told me one thing for sure: Nero was holding back.
He didn't seem upset or disturbed about our intimacy that morning. That was a good sign. Good thing I knew how to fake being asleep. If I could fool Lady, I could fool Nero. But if Nero found out that all the clothes I put in the laundry basket were clean, or that I willingly put my hands on him...or that the purr wasn't fake...
Either way, there was no mistaking his face. I'd seen ukes before (in animes), and that face was one every one of them seemed to be able to make. The face of being desperate for more, but just as desperate for it to end... God, if Nero was that much of a uke...where he blushed, arched his back, screamed...I would melt. There was nothing hotter than uke Nero writhing in passion.
And speaking of blushing, Nero wouldn't be doing that if he didn't like me.
Scheming up that 'sleep'ing act had been easy enough. Now it was time for something more devious and intimate. Yesterday's plan went perfectly, especially when he straddled me.
Should I use my younger form? I'd be a copy of Nero that way...Masters could switch appearances with their Familiars, some safety-of-the-Master-so-they-get-the-wrong-guy deal, but if I took on Nero's looks...
No. Nero wasn't conceited. And I practically radiated male-ness in this form. Nero would be a lot easier to sway if I used that aura.
Maybe I should shower while I thought of something.
Nero loved the smell of Dark Temptation. It was his favorite type of Axe, and and Excite was the only real rival for his preference.
I poured more of it onto the washcloth, spreading the scent onto me.
I was thinking...it was still kinda close to Valentine's Day...but probably not close enough to use that anymore. So how was I supposed to tempt him if I didn't have an excuse? I was in the shower...I guess I'd just have to work with that for now. I didn't work out just to stay strong: I knew most guys would envy my looks. If all went well, Nero'd take a look and get as steamy as the mirrors are right now.
I stepped out of the shower after rinsing off and stopping the water. Hmmm...should I wear the towel or not? It'd be too short to cover my legs, but it'd cover all the stuff I needed Nero's reaction to...
I ran my hair through the towel, walking out of the bathroom, Nero folding the laundry on our bed. He turned around with a stack of shirts in his hands.
"Oh...Dante...um...doesn't the towel go on your hips?" he gasped.
"No. It dries you off and then it gets tossed away. See?" I threw it into the closet's empty laundry basket.
"So where are your clothes then?"
"You washed them all. I just took a shower, I don't wanna get them all wet." I walked over to the side of the bed Nero wasn't working on, laying down.
"...So you're not gonna cover yourself?"
"Kid, if you're saying you want me to put my clothes on, I'm offended."
"N-no, I didn't mean it like that...I'm not saying you're unattractive, it's just...won't your future spouse be upset over how intimate you are with me?" there he goes again with his silly Fortunian morals.
Not if all goes well between us, kid. "If they can't handle you, they're not good enough for me."
"...Dante...you mean that?"
"Yeah, why?"
He walked over, looking a bit shy but still determined. He leaned down, putting his arms around my neck. He set his torso down on top of mine, keeping his legs off of me.
"Spouses are a person's top commitment...if you'd choose me over your spouse...I'm glad to hear you love me that much."
Kid, don't be glad. You don't know how I love you yet. "Yeah...well...I've been with you for 16 years. You're more special to me than anyone else. You know that?" I cupped his cheek with my hand.
He locked eyes with me, his gaze soft and warm. He broke our stare, leaning down to kiss the corner of my mouth.
"You can kiss a little to the right if you want..."
"You mean…on your lips?"
"Yeah...we're best friends, kid. I think we can be intimate."
Nero leaned back, eyes widening, "You realize 'being intimate' can mean-"
"Making love? Yeah. But I meant being more intimate with our kisses." I leaned up, his lips meshing with mine for the second time since Valentine's Day, "Though, if you wanna, I don't think being intimate would be a bad idea."
He sat up again, "Seriously?"
I didn't answer verbally. I just put on the same hesitant but warm gaze he used. And he got the message.
"D-...Dante...casual...'love' could really mess us up...I care about you...I don't want to throw our friendship down the drain. I'd rather wait before we do that…."
"Well, listen, if you wanna be closer, there's no shame in that, kid." I watched as he blushed. "I mean it. There's nothing wrong with loving someone."
His blush didn't change.
I kissed him on the cheek, changing the subject, "Anyway, time to get dressed. It's almost time to order a pizza for tonight."
