Carnal Spark

I wanted to learn about the dark side of you
You bring me down like a bottle of pills
I hate the way that you make me feel
I keep coming back I never get killed

--Adema "Unstable"

+Third Spark: Every Time I Think of You…+

It would've been a lie if Dante didn't feel like complete shit when his eyes painfully cracked open. The reality of it was the great dark knight felt like dieing right then and there. He felt so incredibly numb from all the electricity that ran through his body, not to mention he had a gigantic headache. He groaned, blue eyes searching the pitch-black room he was in. After a moment or so, he found that it was indeed his room, although he had no idea how he had gotten there. All he remembered was…

Oh. That's right. Alastor was busted… Man, I really liked that sword…

While he sat still, he thought about the idea of not having one of his favorite sidekicks around anymore and what he would do without a sword. Sure, he could take down most demons with just his guns alone, but…without a sword…

What's a Legendary Dark Knight™ without a demonic sword?

He sighed, trying to settle back down. Sleep sounded good at the moment. It had been the first time in weeks his insomnia had been cured. Plus, there was something really warm next to him and it was really comfortable to sleep against. Dante snuggled into the warm mass next to him, only to notice that it moved, had a pulse and was breathing against his neck. And was that…a bare leg against his?

Dante scrambled away—well, actually, he just rolled off the bed ungracefully—and looked up at the bed. It was then that he noticed why he felt like crap. He grasped his leg, seeing that it was bandaged and bloody. Wasn't that the spot that the Blade had dugs its nails into?

The white-haired Sparda watched as a figure rose from the bed, sitting up and yawning. He felt around the side of the bed for Dante, rubbing his eyes. The demon slayer watched as the figure noticed the absence of the half-demon's body next to him and looked back. Dante caught his eyes, not to mention a whole eyeful of something else.

Ruby red eyes bore into his contrasting blue ones. It could've been called one those romantic 'eyes-meeting-across-a-crowded-room' things, if this were a romantic situation, the thing (he clearly knew it was a man by certain anatomical items, but he guessed it wasn't human) on Dante's bed didn't look familiar, the bedroom had been crowded, and the great demon slayer wasn't about to cause bodily harm to the thing that decided to sleep naked next to him for God knows how long.

"Master, what're you doing down there?" Dante cringed at the word 'master' and suddenly a lot of puzzle pieces fell into place. "You're wounded and have a high fever. You need to be in bed."

"Not with you sitting there!" Dante yelled.

"I was only keeping you warm…" The demon kept a straight face, which meant he was serious.

"That's what blankets are for, dumbass! Who are you anyway?" Dante stood, towering over the demon sitting on the bed. He could clearly see the small horns sticking from his black, white-streaked, spiked-up hair.

"Don't you recognize me, master?" Dante did not answer, on the grounds that he did not want to. If what he was thinking was true, he was in for a whole lot of confusion and headache.

"…A-Alastor?"

"Yes. You were knocked out by the electrical blast. Of course, being knocked directly out of my sword had cause me to black out for awhile as well…" He smiled some, indicating that he felt stupid because of that. "When I awoke though, you were still unconscious and the wound on your leg was starting to get infected. I had to carry you home and bandage your leg."

"But, you should be dead…or something!"

"Energy can't be destroyed, master," he said with a laugh. "With the power I had left, I simply concocted a physical form for myself. You agree with this body, yes?" Dante didn't answer, instead stuttering and turning red. That was definitely not something you asked Dante Sparda, lover of boobs, if you were a guy… And a very anatomically correct guy, Dante thought by looking at him.

"Could you answer me a question?" Dante asked, trying to keep his yelling to a minimum. The demon had been right. He was sick with a fever. It was starting to get to him.

"Yes, master?"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Sorry mas—I mean, please forgive me."

"Why are you naked?"

"Demon's aren't just born with clothes you know…" Alastor gave him a strange look that clearly said that was an idiotic question. Dante knew this.

"B-but, did you have to lay next to me, naked?"

"Master, I don't see what is so wrong with my lack of clothing." Dante almost had a nice rebuttal for that, but it stopped short of his tongue. He was a demon who, until just now, had been living in a sword for the last couple of centuries. Dante was sure Alastor could not form clothes on himself even if he tried. "I needed to keep you warm, master," he continued, adding in the title by mistake. "You were shivering. I didn't know what was wrong with you. I haven't dealt with human sicknesses…"

"Just…whatever… I'm gonna leave now. Maybe I'll wake up from this sometime soon…" Dante walked past his bed, heading for the door. He could feel the headache throbbing just behind his brain. Maybe if he could find some Advil or something…

It was when he reached the doorknob that his knees gave out. He slammed his forehead into the wooden door before falling over backward, only to be caught by a very worried once-sword, electrical demon.

"Stop touching me…" The young Sparda said quietly. He was very worn out, the wound on his leg aching with pain a little.

"Master, you need to stay off your feet. You'll open your wound more…" Alastor was quiet, cooing to his master like a mother would a child. "You're burning up. Please stay in bed." The red-eyed demon helped Dante up, but the ever-proud slayer just shoved him away before falling into bed on his own. The electrical demon made his way over to his ill master, sitting next to him, looking down on him.

"Go away…" Dante mumbled against his pillow.

"I can't."

"Why the hell not?" came the muffled voice.

"I'm bound to you…until you die."

"Then kill me and leave. I'd rather not live anymore." Alastor fidgeted with Dante's white bangs strewn across his pillow. "And stop touching me." The demon withdrew when his master ordered him.

"You shouldn't say things like that…"

"I'll say whatever…I damn well…feel like…" Dante finally drifted off, his breathing evening out to signify he was sleeping.

"…Even if I could, I would stay for you, master. You need me whether you like it or not…" Alastor brushed the other's white bangs from the side of his face to behind his ear. "Every time I think of you, I feel a pull inside… I want to help you." He was quiet as he watched his precious owner sleep, trying to ward off the coming sickness he would feel for the next couple of days.

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A word from the sensible side: Yay, new chapter. I'll try updating around the weekends from now on, since most of you have jobs, school or a crazy combination of the two. Thanks for all the reviews.