Six months had passed since Vergil had left, six months of sheer Hell for everyone, really, but at least Dante had been willing to talk about it as of late. To talk about Vergil, and what the leaving had done to him. This night was a Friday, Rude was pulling a night shift, and Reno had brought out three bottles of the sake Rude had brought back from his last mission in Wutai, as it had been discovered Dante liked the stuff. They had intentions only of watching a movie and having some of the sake, really, though they didn't know it would end up going further than that. "It's been in the warmer, so it's perfect, just like ya like it. Let me get the shotglasses down."
By the time they'd watched a few alien robots get their asses fried they were both pretty toasted, and Reno noticed the arm around his back, though he didn't say anything, figuring Dante was just being his usual physically friendly self. "So. . .ya like the movie?" He could feel his face growing more than a little warm as Dante pulled him a bit closer, but figured, eh, the guy was drunk, just getting a bit handsy, wasn't anything to worry about really.
He suddenly found himself eye to eye with Dante, though, and the look in those deep violet pools made him suddenly stiffen like a deer caught in the headlights of an SUV. "'Te. . what is with that look? You're startin' ta scare me here."
Dante had finally started opening up about Vergil, about what he'd done... and he was eternally grateful to Reno for him being such a damned good friend to put up with his moody ass for so long. Even now, he kept making snide comments during the movie on how Vergil would always point out the obvious flaws in a movie, the annoying habit of giving the ending away halfway through, regardless of if Dante told him to or not. "See, he woulda pointed out how you can OBVIOUSLY see the guy in the alien suit right there. It's a MOVIE, of course there's no ALIENS...ya gotta have an imagination, for fuck's sake."
He yawned widely, arms stretching above his head for a moment before he let them back down, barely noticing that the one was now carefully wound around Reno's waist. He'd started to finally notice Reno in the recent weeks, though when he was sober, he was smart enough not to do anything, especially when Rude was around. Intoxicated, however, was a whole different story, especially when it was just he and the redhead.
The comfortable warmth next to him was having an oddly seductive affect on him, as was the sake, and the romantic undertones of the movie weren't helping at ALL either. He found his attention wavering from the movie to settle on Reno, his eyes roving over the lithe body, and once Reno turned and LOOKED at him...his retraint whittled down to nothing and he found himself moving to cover Reno with his body, catching his lips in a brief kiss, his tongue barely flicking out to taste the full lips against his.
Reno looked almost as if he'd been POLEAXED when Dante kissed him, stiffening for only a second before he gave in, opening his mouth and letting the half-devil's tongue inside. He MOANED into the kiss. This was the first time he had been touched in love, the first time someone had wanted him for more than just a body to service them, and it was a heady feeling. The slender arms went around Dante as the lithe body was lifted from the sofa, and he let his head rest against Dante's chest. "You can have anything you want from me as long as you let me keep feeling this wonderful."
Reno meant it too. Things had been tense, as if Rude was hiding something from him that he wanted to say, but the little redhead had no idea what, no matter how he thought about it. Of course Reno wasn't famed for being someone who could read the signs a person gave off unless he was specifically looking for them, in fact he was usually pretty damn oblivious. "I just wanna forget, just for a little while. I wanna help you forget too. To the bed, hmm?"
"This isn't about what I want, really... I-- You've helped me so much, and you've been right next to me this whole time, helping me along, helping me get over what he did to me, what he destroyed... I want to help you now... and even drunk as I am right now, I'm pretty sure I can tell you need this just as much as I do..." Dante murmured as he moved Reno to the bedroom, laying him down on the bed gently as he remembered his own strength, not wanting to hurt him in any way. This was as much about him getting the sudden itch that he needed to scratch after having finally gotten the nerve to make the move he'd been wanting to as it was about him repaying Reno for his help. Of course, he needed to repay a few others, but he would find a way more suited to them.
He easily stripped the both of them down to nothing before he slid onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Reno as he laid there for a moment, just relishing in the feel of skin against his once again. "You don't realize how much this--YOU--means to me... You kept me from doin' somethin' stupid, YOU made sure I had people around me to keep me from feeling alone... there's only one way I can think to repay you... might not be the most original way ever, but it's the thought that counts, right?" He nuzzled into the thick red hair for a minute before he pulled away, shifting the two of them to where he was over the top of Reno.
As he was pushed into, that untouched spot that it seemed Dante had found breached, he stiffened at first, then relaxed as the half devil seemed to realize he needed to take his time and let Reno adjust to a presence inside that place. As the sting of the breach faded away and Dante began moving he could feel places inside that suddenly dampening channel being touched that sent little shocks over his nerves, ones that made him shiver. Then when fingers found their way between their two bodies, one hand brushing against his aching cock, and the others against that tiny bead atop the feminine channel behind that twitching length, the slender body arched up and Reno gasped in surprised pleasure.
He had allowed the use of the rear channel many times during his time on the streets, but the use of the front. ..that had not been allowed simply because he had not been ready for nor had he wanted a child sired on him while he was working the streets, though it had lost him more than a few customers for him to not allow them that. "Oh. ..oh Gods, I've never felt anything like this before. Don't stop, oh Sweet Shiva whatever you do do not fucking stop!"
Each motion drew another sobbing, hitching moan as he became almost overstimulated, due to the alcohol he had racing through his system he didn't even think about protection, didn't want to stop long enough to think about it, what Dante was doing to him felt too fucking good. If this was what women felt when they were fucked he could see why Scarlet liked it so much. This was. . .well, Paradise was almost too light a word for it.
Dante pressed light kisses along the pale neck, keeping his thrusts purposefully deep and slow, not wanting to rush this at all. "Why would I stop?" He murmured, nipping at Reno's collarbone. "I want you to feel good...damn good... You deserve this, you fuckin' deserve the whole world for helping me get through this..."
He moaned suddenly, feeling the heat in his stomach drop lower and lower, hoping he could hold himself in until Reno was closer, until Reno was feeling just as good as he was, even though he could tell that it wouldn't take too much longer for that to happen.
Suddenly with a sobbing cry he was pushed over, the wet tunnel gripping Dante like a glove as the twitching shaft released its payload all over his chest, body trembling hard as wave after wave of indescribable feeling rolled through him, making him cling to Dante like a lifeline. He could feel sleep calling for him even as he clung, whispering "Cum for me" into the half devil's ear as his body began to slowly be drug down into the dark depths of sleep.
It was exhaustion in every sense of the word, mental, emotional, every sense. He didn't even think about what they'd forgotten, not at that time, but he probably would in the morning. And when he did there would be minor freakage.
Dante let out a low growl as he gave one final hard thrust into Reno, spilling the unnaturally warm seed into the teen's wet cranny, not thinking, nor even contemplating what could and WOULD happen because of his inability to think of what he should at the RIGHT time. "Gods...soo good..." He pressed a soft kiss to Reno's lips as the teen started to fall asleep beneath him, not bothering to pull out before he took the redhead into his arms and rolled both of them over into a more comfortable position.
He wasn't thinking about his actions, though he certainly WOULD once everything came to light and he realized just what they'd done, what they'd MADE--and what would bond them in a way that neither of them had probably seen coming.
Reno woke in the morning with a soft groan, flipping over onto his back, one arm making a distinct slap as it connected with someone else's skin. He didn't remember much of the previous night at all, though that was due to the enormous amount of alcohol he'd had the night before. His head pounded like a bass drum, and it took him a few moments to figure out just who he'd smacked when he'd woken up. "'Te, what're ya doin' here? And why does my cooze feel like someone jabbed a flaming icepick in it? Oh Gods, I feel so friggin' sick, and my head hurts. How much did we drink last night?"
It was when he felt dried SEED on the insides of his legs that some of it clicked and he shook Dante hard. "Dante. . .did we. . .did we fuck last night? I don' remember, got no memory of last night at all. Wha' happened?" He honestly didn't remember and that disturbed Reno more than he really wanted to admit. He staggered off to the bathroom, bending down in front of the toilet and vomiting almost violently from the hangover.
Dante snuffled quietly in his sleep, barely letting out a soft moan when he was struck by Reno's flailing arm. "Whut?" He slit one eye open and rolled over, about to throw his arm over Reno's waist when the redhead took off into the bathroom, the harsh sounds alerting him to the fact that Reno had had just as much, if not more, of the sake the night before. "Fuck? Did we? Fuuuuuuck, I--"
He blinked, then bits and pieces of the night before sprang into his mind, "...heh." He sat up, scratching himself as he waited for his mind to un-fog some. "...I think we DID...Red... pretty SURE we did..."
Then it hit him, dead on. "We didn't use protection. .oh shit.. .. oh fuck. . .I can hear the 'I told you so' coming from Rude already." Reno resisted the urge to head floor as he cursed himself for ten different kinds of idiot and for letting himself get as drunk as he had. He knew Rude was going to be far from happy. TSENG would be far from happy, as would the old man, though he didn't much care what the President thought. IF it turned out that the night had indeed been fruitful, which he himself was not even sure was possible and was hoping NOT, but with his odd physiology he couldn't be absolutely sure it WASN'T either, a strong request for an abortion would likely be tendered.
He just sighed, shaking his head, curling his limbs under him and rising to his feet as the nausea from the hangover finally died back. He padded out into the kitchen to start coffee just as Rude walked in from his night shift, the scent of semen and sake of course permeating the air, and would hit Rude in the face as he walked inside. "Got coffee, Rude, if ya want some." Reno said quietly as he poured himself a cup.
Rude smelled the STINK of it all right away, and he looked at Reno, nauseated from the stench of old come and god knew what else.
Reno and Dante, nice. Really fucking NICE. "Yeah--hey, you know where I was all night? I intercepted a report that Vergil was seen in the old warehouse district, and so I took personal time OFF to go look for him myself. I spent six hours down there, looking for a guy that is neither my lover, nor my brother, or really should be ANY of my concern now."
God, his forehead vein was THROBBING. He might have been this angry at some point before, but he couldn't recall it.
He brushed past Reno and walked into where a VERY groggy looking Dante was trying to rouse himself to wakefulness. "They are going to KILL your brother, Dante, thought you might be INTERESTED, I might be wrong. I overhead the orders being given to the SOLDIER cadets, they are going to hunt for him over the next few weeks-- and take Zack along especially--do you know why? To BEHEAD Vergil when they find him. It's funny, you probably should be LOOKING for him, instead of ME, and instead of BANGING someone else here. Oh, and drowning in about 200 GIL of booze, at last count! -- I am out hunting for YOUR lover, YOUR brother, and YOU are here FUCKING Reno. CLASSY, Sparda, really fucking CLASSY."
Dante's lip curled into a snarl, "You didn't TELL me that's the mission you went on, Rude. Can't go HELP when I don't know what the fuck's goin' ON." He sat up in the bed, shaking his head as he did so. "I thought you were on a TURK mission, not a personal one to find my fuckface of a brother. Damnit Rude, he hasn't been seen around here in ages, I wouldn't have KNOWN to look around here. I don't KNOW where he would hide out right now because I don't KNOW Vergil, this isn't MY Vergil!"
He threw the sheets off of him and stormed out of the room, disregarding of the fact that he was naked and still covered in the sticky mess from him and Reno's fun the night before. "Rude, you KNOW that I looked CONSTANTLY for him the first two months after he left... and nearly ran myself ragged even after THAT... he wasn't HERE, and if he wasn't HERE, then I had no fuckin' CLUE where else to look."
Reno, figuring discretion was the better part of valor, got the Heck out of Dodge as quickly as he could. He would not at all be surprised if the argument between Dante and Rude came to blows and the last thing he wanted was to get hit by a stray fist. He headed for the shower, getting into the bathroom to clean himself up and get ready for work, despite the hangover. It took him all of fifteen minutes to get showered and dressed.
He was at this point hoping to slip out the door past the two of them without getting spotted because he didn't want to get involved in this argument at all if he could avoid it. He did NOT want to get into it, at all. YES he'd slept with Dante, but he had been DRUNK at the time, which had pretty much killed any resistance he may have had to the idea, which really didn't help at all. Reno's mind was racing with all the various possibilities he did NOT want to contemplate and the last thing he wanted to do was get into a fight like this.