"Remember what I said last night?" Dante currently feels like he's achieved something, and of course that means he has to push - it's just his way. "I brushed my teeth now."
Yes, he'd found a way to do it in the middle of all the rubble. That's how determined he was! His left hand settles on Alastor's shoulder, and squeezes it beneath his fingers.
Without his armor, the touch is much more direct. His wings flutter faster, his nerves showing through in the one part of his body he can't redirect to something else. After a moment, he sighs.
"I really am transparent, aren't I..." Everyone had figured out he wasn't the slightest bit evil long before he'd been ready to admit it, too. He shifts a bit in his seat, but when he puts a hand over Dante's, it isn't to push it off of him. Without gloves, it's evident that his body is slightly warmer than that of a human, but there's something distinctly human-like in the gentleness of his grip.
"Just a little." Okay, Dante was understating. But he didn't feel like rubbing it in. He recognizes that would just erase the progress already made.
He turns his hand in Alastor's grip, holding onto the other's hand now. He leans in closer, but doesn't quite dare to kiss - he's a little afraid that tsundere streak is going to come back.
Retracted, his claws resemble ordinary fingernails, albeit very sharp ones. It makes it easy for him to close his hand around Dante's without scratching him. He takes a deep breath...then coughs.
"...You still need a real shower, though. You smell like literal Hell."
He brushes a hand over his cheek before relaxing his tail so he can stand up. For a minute or so, he just wanders around the lobby, lost in thought...but he's soon distracted from that by a darkening of the sky. It's not clouds, he would know, and it's way too early for sundown...something's wrong. A thought that's confirmed when the darkness washes over Devil May Cry, along with a feeling of raw despair completely unrelated to his empathy.
When Dante gets back out, he'll find a note resting on Alastor's stool, written in Ancient Greek.
'Sorry to run off, but something about this shroud of darkness seems familiar. I'm going to investigate, but it shouldn't take long. I think I know where I need to check. - Alastor'
Dante is torn between annoyed that Alastor left, and annoyed that he didn't take him with him! The only hope he has left is that it's going to take Vergil longer to get back than Alastor - he wants that damn kiss.
Crumpling up the note, he sits on the stool and waits.
Fortunately, it doesn't take that long at all. The sky clears up in a few more minutes, and the air ripples shortly after. Alastor steps through in his battle gear, which quickly shifts to the casual outfit he settled on earlier.
"Sorry 'bout that, something of an emergency. Apparently I wasn't the only real demon kicking around Movieland...honestly, it explains a lot."
Dante, for his own part, is wearing some black leather pants and a thin red shirt that's tight enough to accentuate his muscles. Yes, he was trying to show off. He looks real glad that Alastor got back quickly, but he doesn't answer what he said yet - he can't keep waiting any longer.
Stepping forward, he grabs the other man by the waist and greets him by trying to initiate a kiss.
Well...embarrassed as he might be about liking Dante's personality, he can't really argue he doesn't have a nice body. He has just enough time to register that thought before he's swept into a kiss, one that isn't ruined by Hell stench this time. His ears turn violet again as he briefly registers how absurd it is that he's enjoying this, but he is, one of his hands even finding its way into Dante's hair.
Dante's kiss is firm, despite the fact his lips are actually very soft. He reflects on the fact that this was definitely worth the wait, his other hand sneaking around so he can feel up Alastor's butt, very thoroughly.
No regrets at all. He's never kissed a demon before, but it actually isn't all that different.
The main difference that marks Alastor's inhuman nature is the fact that his breath smells distinctly of ozone...until, that is, his tail snakes its way around Dante's waist. He chuckles slightly at the hand on his butt, and pulls back just enough for Dante to be able to see him raise an eyebrow behind his sunglasses. Though still steadily bright, the light behind them seems to have taken on a softer quality.
"You're just too damn hot," Dante responds. The tail around his waist is exciting in a way he never expected. He likes it a whole lot. "How am I supposed to resist you?"
"Gotta say...you look pretty good in that shirt, yourself. But I think..." He uses his free hand to remove his sunglasses, finally showing his eyes directly. They appear to be solid white, glowing steadily and casting odd shadows over his face. "There. Stylish as the glasses are, everything looks the same color through them."
"...I like your eyes." They're completely different than a human's, but Dante is definitely learning to appreciate such things. He tightens his grip on Alastor's waist, pulling him even closer. "Has anyone appreciated you properly in awhile?"
"I'm a lucky guy, then." When they first met, Dante would have probably asked to see his human form. Preferred it, even. But he's completely different now. He'd rather see Alastor as his true self.
"...is this sensitive?" he asks curiously, placing his hand on the tail.
It's not quite his truest self, but it is his preferred form. Though some part of him always finds having soft toes to be a weird feeling, the fully monstrous form is more trouble than it's worth outside of combat.
His tail shifts, bringing the spade up into view. It looks to be entirely soft tissue, far from delicate but also remarkably harmless by the standards of demonic anatomy.
"The tip is...though don't get any bright ideas about tail pulling, that just hurts."
The spade is more firm than simple skin, and twitches slightly under Dante's fingers. His own fingers trail down from Dante's hair along his neck, claws just barely scratching the soft skin there. He's well aware how much trust he's asking with such a motion, but in a way, he needs to do it. To reassure himself, if nothing else.
"You have wings sometimes, right? Anyone ever touched them?"
Dante trusted him to watch over him while he was sleeping, not much else comes close in his eyes. So he doesn't really blink an eye at this, either. What does startle him is the question - he's never put thought to such a thing.
"I wouldn't mind it." He presses a gentle kiss to Dante's lips while stretching his own wings. "I promise, I'm not going to be put off by it. I look pretty monstrous when I go full demon, myself...and it might be a little egotistical of me, but I do have a weakness for a gorgeous pair of wings."
Well. Dante is still unsure about it, but if Alastor likes wings then wings he's going to get. He takes a deep breath, exhales it, then calls upon his Sin Devil Trigger.
...
The first thing he's aware of is the difference in height. He's never been up close to someone in this form outside of battle, so it hasn't been a concern before. He's also afraid to keep touching Alastor, in case he accidentally uses his claws. But he's not going to withdraw, so he's just careful with his hand.
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Yes, he'd found a way to do it in the middle of all the rubble. That's how determined he was! His left hand settles on Alastor's shoulder, and squeezes it beneath his fingers.
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"I really am transparent, aren't I..." Everyone had figured out he wasn't the slightest bit evil long before he'd been ready to admit it, too. He shifts a bit in his seat, but when he puts a hand over Dante's, it isn't to push it off of him. Without gloves, it's evident that his body is slightly warmer than that of a human, but there's something distinctly human-like in the gentleness of his grip.
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He turns his hand in Alastor's grip, holding onto the other's hand now. He leans in closer, but doesn't quite dare to kiss - he's a little afraid that tsundere streak is going to come back.
At least he's not getting stabbed.
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Retracted, his claws resemble ordinary fingernails, albeit very sharp ones. It makes it easy for him to close his hand around Dante's without scratching him. He takes a deep breath...then coughs.
"...You still need a real shower, though. You smell like literal Hell."
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Dante is surprised by that, he hadn't been expecting it at all. But he probably should have?
"I'll be back down in ten minutes."
...it would probably be bad to invite him along right?
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He's going to shower so fast!!
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When Dante gets back out, he'll find a note resting on Alastor's stool, written in Ancient Greek.
'Sorry to run off, but something about this shroud of darkness seems familiar. I'm going to investigate, but it shouldn't take long. I think I know where I need to check. - Alastor'
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Dante is torn between annoyed that Alastor left, and annoyed that he didn't take him with him! The only hope he has left is that it's going to take Vergil longer to get back than Alastor - he wants that damn kiss.
Crumpling up the note, he sits on the stool and waits.
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"Sorry 'bout that, something of an emergency. Apparently I wasn't the only real demon kicking around Movieland...honestly, it explains a lot."
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Stepping forward, he grabs the other man by the waist and greets him by trying to initiate a kiss.
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No regrets at all. He's never kissed a demon before, but it actually isn't all that different.
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"Impatient, huh?"
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"Can't say they have...you're actually the first person to see my entire face in millennia. Outside of my most human-like form, anyway."
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"...is this sensitive?" he asks curiously, placing his hand on the tail.
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His tail shifts, bringing the spade up into view. It looks to be entirely soft tissue, far from delicate but also remarkably harmless by the standards of demonic anatomy.
"The tip is...though don't get any bright ideas about tail pulling, that just hurts."
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Rather than pulling, his fingers stroke across it.
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The spade is more firm than simple skin, and twitches slightly under Dante's fingers. His own fingers trail down from Dante's hair along his neck, claws just barely scratching the soft skin there. He's well aware how much trust he's asking with such a motion, but in a way, he needs to do it. To reassure himself, if nothing else.
"You have wings sometimes, right? Anyone ever touched them?"
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"Never. You... want me to transform?"
He's a little unsure about that.
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The first thing he's aware of is the difference in height. He's never been up close to someone in this form outside of battle, so it hasn't been a concern before. He's also afraid to keep touching Alastor, in case he accidentally uses his claws. But he's not going to withdraw, so he's just careful with his hand.
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