Carnal Spark
I close my eyes
And see you before me
Think I would die
If you were to ignore me
A fool could see
Just how much I adore you
I get down on my knees
I'd do anything for you
--Eve 6 "I Touch Myself"
+Seventh Spark: Superfluous Thrall+
If one were to say that a certain dark-haired demon was in love with a certain white-haired half-demon, then that person should be shot.
You see, Alastor's relations with his Master were merely beyond what humans could call love. Alastor, the electrical menace, was bound to Dante, in every way. He was a slave. Although, the being 'in love' part played a role in there somewhere.
One might ask themselves, 'Why bring this up now? Wasn't Dante over there crying a minute ago?' Well, that's all good and true, but Alastor is a key factor in the fact that he had been part of the crying. No, he had not been crying as well. This is only because demons don't cry...or love for that matter.
Somehow, though, demons kept defying these two big no-no's everyday... I mean, look at Sparda--the father, not the son.
Anyway, the point is, the electrical demon had been involved in the crying. You see, when the word 'bound' is put in italics, it is throughly meant. As aforementioned, Alastor is bound to Dante in every way. This means, when Dante is angry, then Alastor is also a powerhouse of rage. When Dante smiles, Alastor grins the only way a once-sword spirit can; to the fullest. When Dante is depressed, the electrical spirit can feel his heart rip in two. And for those who really want to know, yes, the demon is aroused when Dante's 'in the mood'. Happy? I knew you would be. Back to the topic though, the red-eyed malevolent spirit(Well, he really wasn't all that evil. He just does evil things sometimes.)could feel a heavy weight upon his fabricated heart when the demon slayer in the next room over began to shed tears. Even though he could feel his master's pain, he did not understand the meaning of it. Which is why Dante and Alastor don't seem to get along so easily. The ruby-eyed demon may know what this master is feeling, but that doesn't necessarily mean he knows why the young Sparda is feeling it. This might explain why Alastor kept talking so badly around Vergil, in turn getting the ass-whooping of his life, and then have a glass shatter in his face.
Currently, the elemental demon was still sitting on the black sofa, wondering if Dante had finished crying. He could still feel the aching sadness, but the tension had let up some. He half-wondered if he should go check up on the ill slayer. A fourth of the other side of his brain told him that 'Sure, he should do that... If he wanted to die'. The final fourth of that same side of the brain told the other fourth of the brain that had mocked Alastor to 'Shut the hell up'.
Alastor vaguely wondered, with what little brain power he had left, if having a brain was a good thing at all...
The hesistant demon stood, after collecting the will power to do so, laying the blanket on the couch. He immediatley regretted it. As soon as his bare feet touched the ground, he was ready to crawl back under the blanket and not ever come out. Alastor sucked it up, then proceeded to walk to Dante's bedroom. With minimal feedback from the negative side of his brain, he let the door creak open a little. This was a precaution, since Dante might not be in a stable mood at the moment...and in case he decided to throw anything else today. When no deadly cups came hurteling at him from across the room, he opened the door wider, to see what exactly his master was doing. He peeked his face in. Alastor's red irises caught the sleeping figure of his master on his bed, the now-risen morning sun pouring over him. This could've been called romantic, if Alastor didn't feel threatened in the young Sparda's sleeping presence. This was understable of course, since Dante could awake at any moment and cause more bodily harm to his ex-sidekick. The black-haired demon padded his way across the cold floorboards, trying to keep very quiet. He stopped once at the edge of the bed, looking at a now serene face of a very emotionally chaotic half-demon. Alastor moved the white-haired slayer's haphazardly thrown-out arm away from the edge of the bed and next to his body. This gave the demon a place to sit, as to get a better look at his slumbering master. Alastor crawled next to his owner, trying to be as careful as possible not to wake him. He gave a small sigh, staring at Dante's calm face. It had been the first time in a day that he actually looked at peace with himself. Although, Alastor could tell all was not well within the young slayer.
He felt the pang of loneliness. This time, he knew what the cause of this feeling was: Vergil. It made Alastor feel lonely as well. It was hard having the one you care for hate you, and love another person at the same time. If the demon could pout, he would've.
"...Why does he insist on keeping you from me?" Alastor seethed in lonely anger. "He doesn't even care about you, yet...you seem to worship him. You won't even give me a kind word...and I've served you for two years." The electrical spirit looked on forlornly. "...What do I have to do to get you to notice me, Master? Maybe I should've just made myself look like that bastard... At least, then, you wouldn't look at me with hate." The demon unconsciously found himself lowering his head towards the sleeping half-demon's lips. "If I'm destined to not have you...then let me have this," he said to particularly no one. Alastor's cold lips found his master's sun-baked ones. He connected with them softly, as to not disturb Dante. If the demon slayer ever found out, well, then, he would be doing a demon slaying job without getting paid.
And he would enjoy it better, too.
Alastor had never kissed anyone before. He probably wouldn't know what kissing was if he hadn't seen Trish do it a couple times to Dante's cheek. Of course, now that he was the one doing the kissing, he found it to be one of the most blissful things in the world. At least, one of the most blissful things he had ever encountered. Alastor let his body take control, even though the part of his mind that had mocked him earlier was telling him to 'Stop, right now' before he got a face full of lead. The demon scarcely registered the thought. His pale lips caught his master's bottom lip in between them, as he proceeded to suck slightly on it. He also licked it, savoring the taste. The demon doubted he would ever have another chance like this. Alastor lifted his head some, to check on his owner's expression. It was still calm. The red-eyed spirit told himself to stop now. What he had just experienced was more than he could ever ask for, but he had let his body control him sometime before. Alastor wanted to experience more of this 'kissing' phenemonan that he had just discovered. He vaguely wondered what the rest of his master's body tasted like. His lips had tasted salty, probably from tears before. Alastor decided to set to work. A buffet was laying before him, and he didn't have all the time in the world to try everything.
Softly, the electrical demon laid kisses on his master's forehead. He worked his way down slowly, taking time to suck on his owner's earlobe (this made Dante elicit a rather strange sound, but after some deliberation, Alastor decided he liked hearing it). The demon worked his way to Dante's neck, which had proved to be a playground for his tongue. He especially like running the pink muscle up his master's jugular vein, because he could feel the demon slayer's pulse there. He nipped at the skin right under his owner's jaw. Alastor had been surprised when the teased skin turned red. He hoped it wouldn't stay like that for very long.
Said red-eyed demon finally made his way down to Dante's chest, first dipping his hot tongue into his master's shirtless collarbone. He hadn't really noticed that the young Sparda was shirtless until now, but that didn't really matter at the moment. If anything at all, it just made the demon slayer's skin more accessible to Alastor's pale lips. At about this time though, Dante made his first movement in ten minutes. His head tossed to the side, his eyebrows furrowing. The once-sword knew that it wasn't in pain though.
Joy? Pleasure, perhaps? All the demon knew was, that the loneliness was slowly fading away. Instead, in its place was another strange feeling that took place in the pit of his stomach. He had never felt it before. It was odd...
After a few moments though, he paid no mind to it, as he kissed down his master's sternum. Dante made yet another noise. For some reason, it made Alastor smirk, the feeling in his stomach growing. This was about the time that Alastor noticed the two pink mounds on either side of his master's broad chest. He didn't really know what they were for. They didn't seem to serve a purpose. Inquisitively, he lightly traced a thumb over the pink bud on the right side.
Dante sucked in a breath of air.
Alastor wondered for a moment if he had hurt his precious master, but Dante gave another contented sigh. So, knowing that whatever he did wasn't painful, the demon pressed on. This time, though, his mouth replaced his thumb. He sucked lightly, his tongue sliding across it. The demon slayer groaned and suddenly, that bubbly feeling in Alastor's stomach, moved south. The demon's mouth left the now-wet pink nub as he felt something poke his stomach.
And well, let's just say, that since the electrical demon doesn't bleed (because of protective layer of electrical particles right under his skin), that blood decided that it wanted to go somewhere. Believe me, it wasn't anywhere near his brain, or he would've stopped while he was ahe--.
He wouldn't be acting so coc--.
He would've realized that this was indeed a bad idea.
At about this time, Alastor decided to sit up, to see what exactly had been poking him. He looked down to see that Dante's pants (they were red sweatpants he had changed himself into sometime when Alastor wasn't in the room) were now being pushed up by something. He supposed it was the thing that he had between his legs, as well. He had, afterall, modeled his body structure after his master's, seeing as he was the only man Alastor had seen naked (he had seen Sparda naked once before, but this had been before the Dark Knight had made himself a regular human body).
Now, with this being said, Alastor didn't really know what it was for. You see, ethereal creatures don't have to use the bathroom...so, therefore he wouldn't know the main function of it. He had seen his master do something with it once before...what was it again?
Supposedly, if you had this peculiar thing protruding from you lower regions, if you moved your fingers along it you would feel pleasure. He only knew this because Dante had looked so happy after he had done it. He had not been able to test this theory, and he wasn't about to touch Dante like that...
Some of you may be questioning this passage with something akin to 'How can Alastor not know what it is?' This is where being a sword for almost two millenia comes into play. So, you can imagine how confused the electrical spirit looks right now...or maybe not. Maybe you're just rooting for him.
While Alastor was still contemplating what he should do--since he was finished tasting the torso of his master's body--, Dante began to stir. No, I do not mean he was still in his little fantasy world. His eyes actually started to crack open. This caused Alastor to panic.
He had to do something, and quick...
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A word from the crazy side: ...(drool)OMGDEMONICSWORDONMANACTION!
A word from the sensible side: Well...I guess you can call it a chapter. Or you can call it 'Fanservice Smut'. Or 'Fanservice Half-way Smut.' Sorry for putting in all those stupid jokes, I really couldn't resist. If I didn't, I can tell you this, the chapter would be a lot shorter. In fact, I would probably have to change it to+Sixth and A Half Spark: Everything Tastes Better with Smut+ Especially with that song at the beginning. :P