Reno heard the bike take off, and he followed the sound for a bit until it disappeared into the distance, then seeing Dante's bike, he ran into the cemetery itself, when he found his friend, obviously in a great amount of emotional pain, he knelt in front of him. "Dante. . .m'not gonna force, but if ya wanna talk about it, m'here, yo, ok? M'not goin' anywhere, m'not gonna abandon you, friends don't do shit like that." He didn't touch Dante at that point, but those jade eyes were utterly serious when he pinned Dante with them. He nodded to Rude to bring the car around, so he could get Dante into it.
"C'mon, you need people around ya right now, FRIENDS around ya, even if ya don't want 'em, and even if ya don't think ya do. You can stay with Rude n' I, we got more'n enough room, an' we got the sofa bed. It ain't much, but it'll be somethin', at least." Another gentle smile and he helped Dante into the car. As soon as he had Dante settled in, he began to call their friends, getting the answering machine he left a message with Zack, Cloud, and Sephiroth. The other Turks involved had messages left as well. Finally, he got to the last name on Dante's phone book, and lofted a brow. "Kuja? Man, none of us have heard anything from the pretty boy for a while. Gonna give him a call."
"Oh Hey, Kuja, yeah, know it's been a while since ya heard from any of us. Somethin' happened between Dante and Vergil, so far's we can tell, and we're takin' him home with us, Rude n' I. Yeah, you can come over if ya want, we don't mind."
Kuja had just gotten out of the shower when Reno's phone call was answered. Even after they hung up it took him a few long seconds to fully realize just what had happened. Something went wrong with Vergil and Dante..? But wasn't that sort of.. impossible? He blinked the shock away again as if he still couldn't believe it and set his phone back down on the hook as he went to get dressed. His brows crinkled together in troubled thought as he did. His normal apparel was violet, gold and white themed, but for this he decided to pick out something the same but black, silver and white instead, and this time leave the armored coat at home. After getting dressed he quickly headed for Reno's(--or Dante's?) place to wait in front of it. It had been so long since they'd seen him that his hair had gotten quite a bit longer and dangled wetly to his calves now. He sneezed, waiting in the cold for them to arrive.
After about half an hour he picked up his cell and dialed in a number belonging to someone from the past that he just so happened to to have been working on for years. Hey, it wasn't like Kuja to pass up an opportunity now was it? Time to reel the boy in. "Hello Zidane." He put a distinctive sadness into his voice; "Listen I'm kind of in a crisis right now, do you think you could come over...? I would really like for you to be here right now.." He gave Zidane the address, grinning like the devil and sounding as pouty as he could manage.
Muscles tense, Dante was glad that Reno didn't try to touch him, since he wasn't sure of just how he would react to such a slight and friendly touch, jerking away from the redhead when he tried to shoo him to the car that Rude had just parked next to them. He was still staring in the direction that Vergil had gone, hoping to see him coming back to hear that almost painfully--and annoyingly-- seductive, punk-kid voice telling him it was all a joke, a sick, fucked up joke that was done with--
But that wasn't the case.
And he knew it.
After sitting there for a long while, at least another hour, Hell, maybe even two, he wasn't sure, he sat there, watching, staring, not moving and barely even breathing as he waited, wanting nothing more than to see Vergil coming back, to hear that powerful bike coming up behind the mausoleum... but after a few hours, it was obvious that Vergil WASN'T coming back, that he just wasn't.
"Let's go, Dante."
He could hear Reno and Rude both trying to get him to see reason--which he DID see--and trying to get him to get in the car, to go home, because this just wasn't healthy, which he knew. Finally, he nodded at Reno's insistent tones and stood up, brushing the litter from his jeans as he walked to the car, climbing into the backseat, not bothering to put a seatbelt on since he merely collapsed on his side , curling into the smallest ball he could, staring out the front windshield with dulled violet eyes. This was hurting him more than anyone would know--well, Kuja would know, and Reno would have a good IDEA of it.
Meanwhile, Zidane was staring at his phone, idly wondering if this was some kind of joke of Kuja's that would leave him sitting in front of some strip club... again... waiting for Kuja, who wasn't about to show up. "Really? Yeah, I'll be there.." He sounded a little hesitant, but at sixteen, he was more than a little pent up, and Kuja had this insane habit of teasing and toying with him until he was thinking something MIGHT just happen--and then he ended up having to finish himself off with his hand, which left him sated, but not satisfied.
As they gently eased Dante inside, Rude was horrified at the condition the half devil was in now, but it was obvious why.
His whole world had been taken from him, and anyone could see it in the deep look of grief on Dante's once happy face. His whole aura and presence was darkened, a once-joyous house saddened by a death, a carnival with sounds of light hearted good humor now a morgue, nothing left in Dante but a void where his exuberant soul had been. Vergil had succeeded in destroying him, and that much was clear.
Rude took Reno aside after he was done with the calls, and looked at him gravely.
"I'm proud of you, Red, I really am, you're tryin' to do everything right. He's --sort of like crippled right now, we gotta be careful of him. I never seen a man so hurt, not like this. He looks like his heart was ripped clean from him, and he shouldn't even still be alive at all. We gotta keep a watch on him, just stay careful, Reno, and --don't say anything BAD about Vergil to him. Trust me, he AIN'T gonna want to hear that."
"M'tryin'. . it HURTS to see him hurting like this, ya know? He's a friend, and I don't like seeing friends in pain, 'specially not like this. I just don't GET it, though, Rude. I don't GET what compels people ta walk away from somethin' like this. I probably never will." Of course he had no idea how prophetic those words would be in the years to come, he couldn't.
He just set a bottle of Jack in front of Dante, not saying anything, just setting it down. Reno knew that what Dante needed most right now was to be able to forget, and that was what the liquor was for. Once the half devil had begun to come to terms with the whole mess, he would want to talk, and the slender Turk would have a listening ear ready. Dante was his friend, and he would do all in his power to try to ease the mess.
Dante's face was oddly blank as he stared ahead, not talking, barely even breathing--or so it seemed, his chest barely moving as he sat at the table, though his eyes did move to stare at the bottle of Jack in front of him. It took him a few moments to make up his mind before he simply reached over and snagged the bottle, twisting the top off easily as he raised it up, tipping it to his mouth. No need for a shot glass, he was fully intent on downing this in one go, which--unsurprisingly, he did.
Letting out a loud belch, he half expected to hear that damnable voice of Vergil's telling him how utterly uncouth that was of him, how much of a cretin SLOTH he was for his bad habits, but the reprimand never came, and neither did any respite from the terrible pain he was feeling. He grunted, shooting a look at Reno that would be clearly understood. MORE.
He was faintly surprised that his mind was blank as well, but for that, he was grateful. He didn't WANT to think, didn't WANT to try and figure out what he'd done too warrant this sort of pain, this horrible treatment by the one that had sworn to love him forever and beyond. He waited for the next bottle to be put in front of him, vacant eyes turning to look at all those around him. As much as he wished he could just wallow in his misery all alone, he knew that he was liable to do something incredibly stupid, so he was thankful for all those that had come to keep him from doing such a thing.
Rude took Reno aside and made a suggestion--the only one he could really think of that might help at all right now.
"Look, I'm gonna go out and HUNT for Vergil--you stay here with Dante and be CAREFUL. The guy is a fucking powder keg, trust me, I know that look all too well. This is the hurt lover phase, this is where he either hurts himself or someone ELSE. And I don't want it to be you. But somebody's gotta DO something, and there ain't nothin' gonna HELP here but finding shithead, bringing him back where he belongs. I don't know what happened between them, but we can fix it. We GOT to, now, as much as I wanted to stay the fuck OUT of it."
Rude grabbed his coat, and glanced in Dante's direction again.
Good god, this was BAD.
Reno nodded, setting the next bottle of jack in front of Dante, otherwise not really speaking. Somehow he knew that Dante wouldn't hurt him, no matter Rude's fears. The half-devil was in a bad place emotionally, but he wouldn't lash out at his friends, it wasn't his way. Soon enough the smell of spaghetti began to fill the air as well while Reno started making something to eat. He wasn't sure if Dante would eat or not, but it didn't matter. He was being that quiet friend which was what the other needed right then.
"When you're ready, Dante. ..I'll listen, ok? No pressure, just sayin'. Just whenever you're ready. You're m'friend, and you know that I take carea my friends when I can." The smile he cocked in Dante's direction was almost SHY, though he himself was far from. Dante in this state of mind simply made him a bit nervous. "Got spaghetti too, so if you're hungry, you c'n have some, just let me know, ok?"
Cracking the second bottle open, Dante tilted his head back, downing a good quarter of it before he slammed it back down, then extended at those around him. Hell, if he was getting wasted, why not have everyone join in? The more the merrier, of course. He looked over and spotted Kuja and Zidane walking in, the slightest bit of a smile crossing his face when he heard the familiar tones of the two squabbling, knowing that that would never, EVER change. "Shaddup." He snapped, a bit hoarsely, not bothering to say anything else afterwards.
Zidane's head whipped around when he heard Dante speak, eyes lighting on the bottle in his hands. "...almost afraid to ask what the Hell happened." He muttered, lofting a brow. "Where's--" He felt someone throw something at him for nearly mentioning the dreaded name, who-- he wasn't sure though, or else he would have shot them an indignant look.
Dante held out the bottle again, motioning for everyone to have at it as he grabbed a third, cracking it open for himself as he watched the others. He wanted to get wasted, he wanted to have friends get wasted along with him, and he would sit back and watch as they did whatever it was they would do, and be very, VERY sure to re-direct and drunken passes on himself by Kuja back at Zidane, since he could tell the teen looked ready to molest his older brother.
Knowing exactly who Zidane was about to ask for, Kuja decided distraction was always the best way to go. He slipped an arm around Zidane's waist and leaned down placing his mouth against Zidane's ear, flicking his tongue slightly against it, appearing to be doing something lewd to everyone else instead of talking. He whispered in a low and very quiet voice. "Vergil left him, be quiet about it." He murmured against his little brothers ear and with a little bite on the earlobe he left it as quickly as he came into contact with it.
"Dante dear! It's so wonderful to see you again! My... you look as handsome as ever!" He smiled at the half devil coyly. Obviously Kuja had never changed.
"We should all drink like old times."
Reno nodded and took a deep draught off the bottle of Black Jack, watching the group as a whole through slightly hooded eyes as he did. He might get into a sandwich with Kuja and Zidane if it was allowed, Lord knows he'd wondered if those tails truly were prehensile once or twice. OK, so maybe he did have the sex drive of the average lion at mating time, but he couldn't help that really, it was all a result of the crazy screwed up hormonal mix that was a part of what he was. The sex drive definitely came as part and parcel of it.
Two more swallows off the bottle and he was beginning to get a bit of that warm glow that was often the result of drinking whiskey, and he was smiling covertly at both Genomes with extremely lecherous intent. He would take them both that night if they allowed it, with no regrets in the least about it. The condoms were right up in the bathroom cupboard, and he always kept one in the side table drawer on the off chance he brought someone home.
He couldn't help but feel eyes on him and quickly looked over to Reno. He recognized the look in his eyes.. he himself has given it many times. The genome watched Reno right back as he decided to straddle Zidane's lap, legs widely apart. Kuja grabbed both sides of Zidane's collar and pulled himself closer to his little brothers face. He had been teasing the shit out of Zidane for ages, waiting until the little genome really wanted him and finally, he was about to give him everything that he'd wanted and more and get Zidane for the first time for himself too.
For a split second he took his eyes off Reno only to give Zidane that half laden look of lust and sheer wanting, so close to his face he was sure the genome could feel Kuja's breath on his lips. He whispered, but loud enough for Reno and everyone else to hear. "I want you tonight, Zidane. First to myself and then.." Kuja smiled as he looked at Reno "-Then I think we should get to know everyone better, don't you?" Kuja looked as if he were about to purr like a kitten, obviously aroused and slightly shifting like a belly dancer, constantly writhing on Zidane's lap unable to get comfortable or sated. Long silver strands of hair that were actually illuminated in low light like the moon, wrapped around one of his legs and the rest of it spilled onto the floor upon sitting in Zidane's lap, his lips were wet to keep from salivinating at just how badly he wanted the little genome. Torturing Zidane all those years was actually a torture on himself too to some degree, and now Reno was really making him impatient for sex. As for Dante, Kuja had always wanted a taste of that.
Dante watched in half-feigned interest as Zidane started to squirm under his brother, a faint smile on his face as he listened to the poor teen panted, trying obviously to restrain himself, though the half-demon was about to tell him to just go for it, that it wasn't worth the blue balls to hold himself in restraint just because they weren't by themselves.
Had Kuja mentioned 'getting to know' everyone before he'd mentioned the wanting him first, then Zidane would have been growling and pitching a fit, but as it stood, he was ready and raring to go, BEYOND ready for this moment. His hips rolled up into Kuja's, a soft mewl coming from him as his tail unfurled from next to him and wrapped around the lithe waist, tangling in the thick hair that was draped over the area. "'bout TIME, Kuj..." He murmured, leaning up to brush their lips together. "And I'm open to getting to know the others..." He looked pointedly at Reno then, licking his lips at the slightly older man before he smirked, turning his attention back to the task at hand.
His hands quickly unbuckled the strange buttskirt-thing that his brother was so fond of wearing, shifting Kuja in such a way that the article of clothing fell from the other's waist, a hand quickly unzipping himself, a slight shifting of his own hips freeing his already hardened erection, allowing it to rub hotly against the other Genome's thigh, the tail unwrapping once again to move and twine itself around the elegant length presented to him. "C'mon, Kuj... I want you...don't tease me this time..." He locked lips with him again, moaning into it as he felt the warmth settling into his lap once again.
Reno had ended up sandwiched between the two genomes, and the experience had been an enjoyable one, but he had held Dante's eyes the whole time, desire, NEED in those pale green depths.