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there's only one bed!

Two characters have to share a room for the night. Every room is occupied, but fortunately there is one last room available.

There's just one problem — there's only one bed, and the characters aren't comfortable sharing it.

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Dante shrugged, not about to argue or question fast pizza. Some places had more people and more ovens. Who knew the reason? Who cared? Pizza was a flexible speed. And really, why would he get dressed? Showered and clean, settling down for the night, likely getting back in the shower later. No point in putting on some clothes when a towel would do. Logical answer to him.

"Kay." He hooked his foot around the chair leg, tugged it out, and sank down with arms stretched over his head. Might be rude to eat without Chris, but the man said to start, so-! Don't mind if he did.

He was already two bites in when Chris returned with the paper towels and water. Dante nodded in thanks as he sucked up some dangling cheese strings. He noticed the skeletal amount of supplies, but already guessed the reason behind it. No point in shoving a bunch of shit in here that'd go bad when no one was using it. Though that did run the rick of the place looking abandoned, and thus a potential hoodlum or druggie hangout...

Dante caught the water in one hand and set it between his legs, giving the towel some slack to allow it. Yeah, he was digging into the meat pizza, but made sure to leave two slices for Chris. The guy wasn't a vegetarian. And it wasn't like Dante hated vegetables. Just, he usually got his canned back when he was living on the dock-side trailer camp.

"Never do. But I can pop in and out." Since he had information he could contribute as well as backing Chris up or reminding him on stuff if needed. Dante couldn't be expected to sit in a meeting for hours though. He'll.. patrol around or something.

Likely skip the review portion, or just come in for the summary occasionally, and then return for the future planning part, since that was actually important for him to be there. Even if he had to dumb it down for himself. Might not understand most of it, but he wanted to support Chris and that meant at least getting a general idea of the plan so he didn't slow down his boyfriend.

"Just be careful where you wander. We'll be going to a lab seized by the BSAA years ago," Chris explained between bites of pizza. "The place has been cleaned out but there's scientific equipment and if I know my guys they'll have some things running analysis and other tests."

That's where the rest of the team was right now. Chris would normally be with them but since he and Dante had fought they needed to clean up and get some rest. The Squad had insisted on it which Chris only gave in to because of how disgusting mold and mud felt. Decontamination wasn't as good as a hot shower to feel more human.

"Guess you're not going to want to get up early tomorrow?" he teased, nudging Dante's foot with his boot. Chris would've liked to get there at the crack of dawn to start reading through communications and other evidence. Even start going through some of it himself if the Squad left him anything to sort through. It was another thing he'd have to adjust because Dante was with him.

Not that he'd let the Nephilim sleep until noon. No, they were going to get a nice start at something reasonable like eight or nine in the morning. Later than Chris liked and earlier than Dante liked which made it a good compromise.

"We'll pack up and leave when we've got out next location. It might be a few days or a few weeks depending just how much security is on these files and the amount of data that might be hidden." Again, the boring work that wasn't punching BOWs in the face or slicing them in half with a sword.

"Relax. I'm not the guy who goes touching things." Okay, so maybe he kind of was. One of those people who tapped a finger on a hanging glass just to see if it'll move. But picking stuff up and turning it over wasn't his preference. Especially when it came to gross stuff like he saw in that mine-based lab. Ugh. Or high tech equipment. He barely touched Vergil's computer. "So you're using the bad guy's tech? Nice. You don't waste a thing."

Guess a computer was a computer no matter who used it. And bad guys need their shit running well too, so it'd be in working order without a problem. Or many problems as far as the BSAA was concerned. Dante bit down on another piece, then stole one of Chris' for a comparison sample. Grungy as he could be, Dante would've griped if they went from spelunking in the moldy mines straight to a lab to do some work. Plus sleep was a thing, even if Chris forgot that sometimes.

"Nope. And you're not either." Putting that out there at the same time. "One of your guys side armed me a note saying make sure you get some sleep tonight." Dante tauntingly nudge back. And he was gonna make good on his word. Even if that meant wearing the older man out and hiding the alarm on his side of the bed.

Compromising because he also knew he couldn't keep Chris in bed till lunch. Waking up around 8 or 9 wasn't a problem. Groan if he wanted, the Nephilim could run on little to zero sleep for longer than a human. Dante just liked to sleep. It felt good and made him feel human. Ironic because sometimes Chris had the drive and mindset of someone who wasn't human...

"So we're sitting here until all that data's been dragged out?" Dante looked up over his pizza slice. He didn't mind the boring work as long as he had something else to do in the meantime. But if the BSAA and Chris were gonna plunk down for a few weeks and stare at computers, Dante was going to bounce until Chris called him back. He couldn't sit around the apartment for days doing nothing.

Chris rolled his eyes. He was the Captain and his team should listen to him and not give his partner orders to look after him. It wasn't exactly disrespectful because he knew his team cared about him but really? Telling Dante to make him sleep? They're definitely taking advantage of his personal relationship with Dante.

"Until we find the right data," Chris explained. "We've never been able to find a location for the lab where Evelyn and the mold was made. We don't know the source. That's what we're hoping to find."

They don't know if the answers were in that data however. Chris was hopeful because this was one of their last chances to find a lead. The longer the creators of the mold are out there hidden away the longer they can make more bioweapons and sell them. The chances of what happened in Dulvey happening again increase.

He reached over and rubbed his hand along Dante's knee. "But I'll let you be my main focus tonight."

Chris will do his best to separate from the work and focus on his partner. It's easy for him to get caught up in the job. If he didn't have Dante he would have showered, dressed, and gone to the same lab they were in and been at work. He would've sat down at read files even though it was one of the most boring aspects of the job. It was important however.

But he had Dante and that pulled his focus away from pushing himself too far. It's probably good for his body to relax after the stress of the day but it wasn't like they'd take it too easy tonight. That was rarely in their nature.

"Hey, they care." Dante saw the eye roll. Though he didn't think it was due to Chris feeling it an invasion of privacy or disrespect, but more out of annoyance that people were pestering him to pay attention to his health. How dare they. It wasn't like anyone else on the team was sharing the bed with Chris. And Dante knew his boyfriend well enough to know there was a good chance he'd wake up and find Chris with papers and a pen light in bed, or a whole damn computer if he was really anxious or worried about something. Prove him wrong, Chris.

Dante nodded at the answer. "All right. I'll hang around for a few days, but if it's gonna take longer than that, I'll check in with the Order, see if they have something quick nearby." And if both of those things checked out negative, then he would have to talk to Chris about taking another extended leave of absence. He knew this was important to Chris, but Dante also wasn't about to bore himself waiting for data crunches. Demons couldn't have Dante the Devil Killer holidays forever.

But he trusted his man and Chris' team to find what they needed. Dante already offered the Order's help if Chris wanted it; Kat would be happy to lend aid. Especially since Hound Wolf was technically gone rouge now... He broke from his thoughts when the older man fondled his knee, then shot him a grin. "I like the sound of that."

Likewise, Dante was going to focus on Chris. Making sure he got something to eat, got washed up and treated, and you bet your ass he was gonna ensure the man was rested. Even if it meant fucking him into a stupor and wearing out every brawny muscle. He knew the job was important to Chris, but dammit man, there were limits to human strength and stamina. Plus the wear and tear, mentally and physically, on a person. Dante didn't want to see Chris burn himself out. A little sex and some TLC wouldn't hurt him. Kinda like pizza.

Not that he planned on letting Chris get off that easily tonight. Some rough. Some slow and loving.

"I don't like the idea of demons making this far from Limbo City." Chris frowned at the slice of pizza he was holding. If demons were starting to effect more of the world then the BSAA might need to address that on top of BOWs. They behaved similarly enough that it would be reasonable for them to take on that issue as well.

Still, it was not something they could deal with right now. Chris had to push thoughts of that aside before he had Dante call Kat right now to see if there were demons in the area. They were supposed to be recovering from their adventures in the mine. He was not going to go running off into the field.

"But we'll deal with that tomorrow." Chris's tone makes it sound like a promise. He wasn't going to do that tonight. He could see the disapproval in Dante's eye-roll. But he's been alone for a long time and he's a little out of practice adjusting his life to someone else. It had been... well... a really, really long time.

"I'll take a shower after this," he said so Dante would know his plans after dinner. Then they would figure out the rest of their evening. Chris figured sex because he definitely owed Dante a blowjob that he wanted to give. Dante had done great.

"Limbo City was where the King of Demons stationed himself. Wasn't the only place Limbo reached." Being another dimension meant Limbo reached as wide as the world reached. Demons could show anywhere on Earth now that Limbo had crashed into the normal realm. But with Mundus' defeat and humanity's weapons, not to mention Dante's work, the Order's efforts, and (presumably) Vergil doing whatever he was doing in Limbo, their activity was relatively small. "Not something to worry about right now. Those shits are still cowardly and fucked up."

Devil hunters wouldn't be an occupation for a while. Dante didn't want Chris trying to get himself involved in those affairs while he still had this mess to handle. They already had their adventures in Limbo City, thanks. And that didn't leave Dante feeling like he had to scrub off a layer of skin to finally feel clean. Gross.

"Sounds good," the Nephilim tossed before biting into another piece. Chris could focus on rest and some pleasure tonight. Loosen him up and help him work out some of that stress. He wasn't going to let the man go back into office mode until tomorrow morning. Chris had helped Dante into his life; now the hunter wasn't going to leave it (permanently).

"I'll clean up while you get in." Wouldn't be too hard or take long. Then he could join Chris, whether that meant getting into the shower with him or simply sitting by the shower and chatting with him was something to be seen. "The shower head's got a massage function on it. Feels great."

Chris still put it in the back of his mind to be dealt with. Demons were not a problem that was going to go away. What happened in Limbo City could happen again. He had seen it with bioweapon manufacturers. When there was money and power to be had the wrong people would do whatever was necessary to get it for themselves. The only thing, logically, that they could do was monitor the situation.

Without Virgil at the head Chris was more inclined to trust The Order. Hopefully, they would stay on top of it. Dante would let him know if the Order needed him and why. Chris could stay out of it for now.

"Yeah?" He looked over at Dante with a smirk and an eyebrow raised. "You leave me any hot water to enjoy that with?"

Hopefully the water heater here was good enough to refill and reheat by the time he finished eating. Chris had taken field showers and decontamination showers in the past. Those people who started every day with a cold shower had something wrong with them. If it was the only option he'd take it but he'd rather have a nice warm one.

"If the water's cold you're gonna have to warm me up," he threatens playfully. Okay, maybe it'll be easier to let go of work that Christ originally assumed. Dante had a powerful hold on him and he wasn't mad about it. Just the opposite in fact.

Nope. Demons were here to stay, the same as dark-minded people with selfish desires. Devil hunter, BSAA soldier, police officer, they would all continue to be needed. Well, the former at least was rare and didn't see a huge amount of needed. Luckily. Dante wasn't naive enough to think Limbo City wouldn't happen again. People who desire would find ways to try and get what they wanted, without giving a shit about who paid for it.

Dante still trusted the Order; despite his brother's misguided ends, he meant well, and the Order came from those good intentions. For now, Kat and the others remained focused on their own work, while Dante continued to help Chris. Eventually they'd cross again.

"Yep. I was only in there ten minutes," Dante smirked, waiving off the concern. He never needed long showers, just took them cause he could in Chris' apartment or when he had his own trailer. Not like his sword ran out of heat.

There'd be no problem with the tank refilling by the time they were done with their meal. It was probably all back up again within 30 minutes. Dante wasn't a stranger to cold showers either, even if he didn't really prefer them. Minus coming in from a hot day, then a cold shower could be quite pleasant. For a bit.

"Threatening me with a good time, Chris?" Dante retorted with a grin, bobbing a pizza crust at him before chomping down on it. He felt good about Chris being more comfortable letting go of work with him. He didn't want to see the man burn himself out. And if he could help with that? Damn right.

"Just reminding you of your responsibilities," he said with an easy grin.

The pizza helped the physical hunger but the more they dance around the subject the more Chris felt a different type. Yeah, there was the post mission energy that he needed to burn off somehow. It was in one of these moods that they met, actually.

Chris had no idea it would lead to this and everything else they went through. He saw a hot young piece of ass who was ready to get laid and that was it. Wow. They've come really far together. It was almost hard to believe.

"I'll see you in the shower once you clean up down here," Chris said when he finished his pizza. He got to his feet, leaned over and kissed Dante slowly with the hint of more when he got there. "So be quick."

Chris left Dante to handled the boxes and any other mess they made as he went upstairs. He stripped out of his clothes in the bathroom, turned the shower on just a touch too hot, and then got under the spray. He braced his hands on the wall in front of him and bent his head forward under the cold but warming water.

"Yes, sir." Dante returned the same, grin and all. Dante usually wasn't one to dance around a subject, but he did like teasing Chris from time to time. They'd had plenty of rest between the end of the mission and getting to the safe house, and Dante felt a lot better now that he had a shower. And hell if he's gonna say no to a repeat of that mood the first they met.

Thinking back on it was pretty incredible. Just a random hook up, a hot guy with a big dick and strong body needing to get off for the night. Then someone said something emotional and Dante spent the night, a rarity for him. Look what happened after. Now he's got this.

"Gonna make a mess down here when I get up there," Dante quipped with a smirk, though it disappeared when Chris leaned in for a kiss. He pushed up into it with a low groan of pleasure, enjoying the hint of more. Yeah, he was definitely expecting that. "See you soon."

He got to work on the kitchen and cleaning up while Chris went upstairs. Dante could've gone a lot faster, but he took a little bit of time, wanting to give Chris a short while to be by himself and rest. But that was only five minutes. Then he was entering the bathroom and moving to the shower, tossing his towel to the counter nearby. "Hey handsome."

"Your timing is perfect," Chris said without opening his eyes. "The water just got warm."

Because, yes, he started his shower cold and put up with the sharp sting of the cold water until it got to the nice, pleasant temperature it was now. It was something Chris did occasionally to clear his head. He was trying his best to break away from the work mentality which was harder in the field than when he was in his apartment. Always harder when he wasn't home.

He stuck a hand out of the shower and when Dante took it, tugged him into his arms. The water, while warm to someone who had been under cold water for awhile, was probably chilly to Dante but it was warming more and more. He kept Dante from complaining by kissing him.

No, it wasn't just kissing him. Chris was making out with him. He slid his tongue into his mouth and took a hold of Dante's ass, squeezing and massaging. This was a great way to clear his head. Chris could focus on giving Dante pleasure and taking pleasure for himself.

When he drew back to catch his breath Chris spoke low and warm close to Dante's ear. "I promised you a blowjob for your quick thinking in the field didn't I..."

"With someone as hot as you in there? Surprised it's not boiling yet," Dante teased as he stepped into the shower.

He wasn't a fan of cold showers outside of no choice or necessity. Too much a shock to the system. If they were gonna shower together, Dante usually let Chris get in first and do his cold shower things before getting in with him. But if the man needed him close, he'd get in a cold shower without hesitation. Glad to help him get his head out of work mindset and to something a bit more selfish.

Dante gave Chris' hand a lazy squeeze before getting pulled into his arms. He pressed against his boyfriend's powerful chest and stomach, rolling shoulders and arms into those burly arms wrapped around him. Nah, Chris wasn't that cold to the touch. And he'd warm him up quickly enough. But yeah, any complaint was shut up with that kiss.

And more kisses. Dante tilted his head to the side, groaning into the touches as Chris made out with him. Fuck, he loved it when the man got like this. Open mouth kisses, low growls or moans mingling with the wet noises, tongue lifting to play with Chris' own when it shoved inside. Dante arched up on his toes when warm hands grabbed at his ass and kneaded his cheeks. Fuck yeah.

"Holy shit," he husked once Chris broke the kiss and leaned over to his ear. A shudder ran down his spine because of that warm voice. "Hell yeah you did. Been looking forward to that all night."

"You did really well." Chris turned them and pushed Dante back against the wall. He got down on his knees trailing kiss the whole way. "You should give yourself more credit for how smart you are."

Before Dante could say anything about his intelligence Chris bit down on his hip and slowly sucked a hickey into his skin. Then he did the same thing to the inside of Dante's thigh.

He wrapped his fingers around Dante's cock slowly coaxing it to hardness. His mouth wasn't going anywhere near it until Dante was thick and fully hard. It wouldn't take long. He knew how fast Dante could get going. Whether that's his age or his unique biology didn't really matter. It was a benefit for Chris either way.

While Dante for hard in his hand he kept marking up the sensitive insides of Dante's thighs. Not that either of them needed the reminder of who Dante belonged to but sometimes in this sort of mood Chris got possessive.

"Keep praising me like that and I'm gonna get an ego." Dante grunted softly as his back pressed to the wall and stretched both arms over his head in a lazy flex to show off. Chris really was attractive down on his knees like that... but damn, if the way he was kissing and caressing down the length of Dante's body the entire time didn't get the younger man hot and bothered already.

If he was going to quip about his smarts, that got shut up and turned into a yelp of surprise when Chris used his teeth on his hips. The Nephilim dropped his head back against the tile, a arching his hips from the wall as suction dragged a mark on his skin. Felt good. Not as good as Chris deciding to tug a leg up enough to get his mouth on the inside of his thigh.

Dante's eyes widened and his mouth fell open in a silent gasp of sensation, heel clunking against Chris' lower back. Fuck, that was a sensitive area to suddenly play with. His dick pulsed even before Chris got his hand on it, slowly thickening and swelling as it lifted above the Nephilim's balls. Kind of glad Chris didn't immediately go for his dick and instead focused on his legs.

Which were definitely arching up on the balls of his feet the more the man toyed with them. Depending on where and how Chris was attacking the inside of his thighs depended on where Dante ended up moving them. Splaying his knees out to the side to bare his skin, lifting a leg at the knee to open himself up. Or getting too overstimulated and throwing his knee right over Chris' shoulder as he braced himself against the wall with his hands and whichever leg Chris wasn't molesting.

Chris was a little impressed that Dante tolerated his teasing so well. His cock throbbed hot and heavy in his hand but Dante didn't tell him to get on with it or start cursing him. He let Chris tease and use his body for his own pleasure. He was enjoying it too. His own cock was thickening between his legs the longer he teased Dante.

His mouth moved up to Dante's balls. Chris gently took one in his mouth sucking on it slowly. He released it from his mouth with a gentle pop and moved over to the other one. Definitely ready for more than Chris' teasing. He smeared Dante's precome around the head of his cock with his thumb.

Finally, he drew back and swiped his tongue along the head chasing the bitter slaty taste of Dante's excitement.

"Mm, think you're ready."

Chris was done teasing. He swallowed Dante's cock as deep as he could without any other warning. From slow and gentle straight into hard and fast with a good long suck. He held Dante by his hips pressing him back against the shower wall as he bobbed on his dick.

He closed his eyes but he was listening closely to every sound Dante made. There was a plan in the older man's head. Dante probably wouldn't liked it but Chris was having fun and until Dante said stop he was going to keep going ahead.

A certain someone taught him the merit of enjoying those teases, rather than just jumping straight to the full bore fuck. Not that it's always worked in Chris' favor, since Dante could easily while away half an hour grinding and sucking and teasing Chris in return without any intent to shove it in. The man's hand on his dick felt amazing and he arched against the shower wall, more than happy to let Chris use his body for pleasure. Hell if he didn't enjoy it all the same.

Fuck, it should be crime how hot it was to see Chris' cock lifting and swelling between his thighs like that. One of the best sights, and feelings, in the world. Knowing he was the one to get this amazing soldier into such a state. Dante dropped his head against the shower wall when Chris moved upward, fingers curling on the tiles as his lover began sucking one of his balls. That was a good way to get the Nephilim weak in the knees, thighs quivering as Chris let the orb go with an audible noise. "Fuck, Chris," he husked, the second one sliding into that wet, warm mouth. Coupled with his thumb making a mess of his head with his own precum, it was harder to stand like this.

Dante got a brief reprieve when Chris pulled back, jolting thanks to a tongue whipping over his tip. "Keep that up and I might end up fucking your face, hunk." He grinned down at his lover, but rocked his shoulders back against the wall as Chris sucked his dick right into his mouth. Head hitting the tile again, Dante cried out hard, fingers digging into the soldier's muscular shoulders. Didn't even get a damn warning before his entire dick was plunging down Chris' mouth and filling up his throat. He braced his hands on the older man's collar, cussing loudly. So fast, so hard! Cock jerking and dripping inside his lover's mouth as he worked him over with an intensity that had Dante seeing stars.

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