'k, this chapter is seriously OOC for both characters, don't know what happened but I went with it. I hope you like it.
Ch 10-Come In Closer-Blue October
(Third Person POV)
The storm raged on, the howling wind harshly beating the pouring rain against the paned windows. The fog slowly rising through the heat and wet. Nero stood in the kitchen watching the weather through the French doors hands clasped tightly around a cup of hot cocoa warming himself from the inside out. Dante entered silently from the office standing in the doorway watching the young man, arms folded loosely across his chest. Nero could clearly see the reflection of the other in the window but didn't say anything, he couldn't, the words just caught around the lump in his throat. Dante pushed away from the doorway silently moving closer the object of his desire, he reached out trailing his fingers down the center of the young mans back hand resting at his waist. Nero glanced at him out of the corner of his eye a soft smile playing at his pale lips.
There was a moment of hesitation as Nero set down the half empty mug on the counter next to him before turning into the touch of the elder. Dante let his hand slid around the boys waist as he turned, first to the counter then back to himself. Dante took a step closer fingers playing in the soft folds of too big hoodie, he dares to slid calloused fingers beneath the fabric to caress the pale skin lying below the surface. Nero doesn't move to stop him nor does the elder advance any farther. Blue hues lock if only for a moment before the younger of the two drops his gaze in favor of the crimson rising in his cheeks.
The first born, my heart will call Truly
A God-like boy of the sky
The fog hissed away like a movie
And serpents go home for the night
The thundercloud rain hits the freeway
The clowns put on makeup for show
The nightfall, my skin crawl kind of evening
And how the wind she blows
How the wind she blows
(Dante's POV)
My hand moves on its own accord, I'm watching in slow motion as my own fingers gently trail through his platinum bangs sweeping them away from his eyes following the sharp lines of his cheek bone to his jaw tracing over those pale pink lips with my thumb. So soft, my hands must feel so rough to such sensitive skin. I can hear as he tries to control his breathing, I force the smirk off my face thinking no one has ever touched him like this and at this very moment he's allowing me, me to do such a thing. How in the hell could that girl have been so stupid to throw him away? I cup his chin tilting his face back up, the blush darkens. The look in his eyes isn't scared, it'd kill me if he was afraid of me. No, the look in his eyes gives away that he is a bit nervous, the look in his eyes is hopeful. I know what I'm hopeful for, hopeful to fulfill the dark promises I silently make here and now. Nero will be mine. The demon inside me purrs at the thought, the wild young man before us is everything we could want in a mate; young, strong, beautiful.
I want you to come closer
Come in closer. Come in closer.
I want you to come in closer
Come in closer. Come in closer.
I want you to come in closer, in closer
(Nero's POV)
I want to love with total abandonment, to love and be loved in return. And right now the look in Dante's eyes says more than enough to me, maybe he does feel the same way or maybe he just wants a quick fuck, a don't call me I'll call you. Eyes full of false promises; somehow I don't think he'd do that to me, there's really no way I can be sure, I don't know if I could stand to have me heart broke a second time in less than twenty-four hours, I don't think I could stand to have what's left of my heart broke by him. But I can't seem to pull away from him, not entirely sure that I want to either. His fingers are warm, rough, perfect, my skin tingles, burns beneath the trail he has made to my chin. It took everything in my power not to suck his wayward thumb into my mouth, so instead I raise my bringer capturing his wrist in my hand. His eyes are locked with mine now unsure of my intentions, ready to pull away at a moments notice. Maybe, just maybe he's afraid to get too close, the repercussions of our actions could be lethal to one another should we miss read the signs. I guess one of us has to take that chance and he reached for me first. So do I go along with it or walk away before it becomes to real and break the spell that seems to have surrounded us, bound us to this single moment in time.
Come dancing with devils
Need not to know their names
We'll waltz like an army
For the fear of our pain
Our souls become useless
As the day they were born
In a rusted arm rocking chair
Away from your storm
(Third Person POV)
It seemed an eternity before either devil hunter moved and it was Nero that decided his fate, forever the one to leap before looking. Closing his eyes he gently dislodged the elders hand from his chin only to caress the worn palm with his lips, kissing and suckling, much in the same fashion Dante had once done to him. Teeth gently graze the flesh, not looking to wound only to taste, to memorize if this had been the wrong decision. Nero heard the low groan that left the elder. He slit his eyes , icy blue barely showing as he took in the state of his long time obsession. Eyes closed tightly, head tilted to one side, lips parted enough to see the white of teeth.
He could easily pull away from the boy if he so choose. He felt the kids tongue slide the length of his middle finger before nipping slightly at the top. Dante opened his eyes as Nero released his wrist. His blush died down as something replaced the uncertainty in the younger's eyes. Dante recognized want and need and also something deeper, much deeper than base desire, though that was present as well.
It was Dante that moved this time, capturing the boy in his arms. The hold tight enough to know he wanted him to stay there yet loose enough for the boy to move away if it became too much. Hands were pressed flat against the elders muscled chest, not pushing away just unsure of where they should be placed. Dante didn't mind as he finally captured Nero's lips with his own. The kiss was filled with passion and as demanding as the man that gave it. A hand slid beneath the hoodie once again this time stroking up and down the younger's bare spine eliciting a gasp just wide enough for Dante to wiggle his tongue inside the others mouth finally able to taste what he thought he'd never have.
But still, the truth remains lethal
A lie made by man
Where my shoes become hammers
And my words become sand
Like a sour patch, a wedding batch
Of roses you threw across my floor
In the rusted arm rocking chair
Away from your storm
(Dante's POV)
He's delicious, better than my best dream and that's saying something, I pull him flush against me , his hands and arms ascend slowly to encircle my neck, I can feel his fingers twining with the hair at the nape of my neck. The kid maybe a great fight but when it comes to the art of seduction I am the king. And I'm betting money the kid has never had a kiss like this, I wanna be a lot of his firsts, wouldn't mind being his only. But if this is all I get, if it's a moment of weakness on his part and after tonight we never speak of this again I'm still gonna be there for him. He's still gonna need someone to catch him when he falls and I'll be there. But for the moment, I'm gonna enjoy the hell out of this. He's sweet and spicy, kinda like cinnamon sugar with a hint of something darker, richer and entirely Nero. I wonder if the rest of him taste just as sweet.
I break the kiss, we need to breathe sometime, only to trail kisses and nip licks across the line of his jaw and chin and eventually settle on his pale creamy neck. I give it an experimental lick. Yep, just as tantalizing if not more due to his pulse racing right below the spot I currently have my mouth attached to. And those soft moans and whimpers are enough to dive me crazy. I bite a little harder than I intended and the strangled moan that rises goes right to my groin. My tongue soothes the wounded area in silent apology, but I'm not really all that sorry, I want to mark him, I know it wont last the night but if lady luck shines on me I can permanently mark him someday, let everyone in hell and on earth know who this spitfire belongs to.
I want you to come closer
Come in closer. Come in closer.
I want you to come in closer
Come in closer. Come in closer.
I want you to come in closer, in closer
I really do
(Nero's POV)
I want him closer. I want him inside me. I want.