entrancelogs | Enemies as Friends

Who: Henry & Dante
Where Kitchen
When: Yesterday evening
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dante and Henry talk and get drunk together
the Story:
Dante: Dante had been venturing around the halls all day... mostly in lame attempts to get away from... Vergil.

He couldn't quite explain what the deal was, but something had Dante totally hating him. That fuckhead. He never respected him.. if anything, Vergil would abuse him.

Who cares... He wanted away from the bastard. If anything, thinking about him only infuriated him further.

Dante stopped idly and stood by a random, nearby window; mindlessly looking out into the courtyard and past the lake.

... where Walter yet again beat his ass just a night before. But for some reason, today, he didn't feel mad at him. Not even in the least.

No, maybe all this time, Dante was the idiot. Walter seemed like a relatively charming man. It was Dante himself who had gotten into his buisness and challenged him. Tried to kill him, even.

Maybe he should apologize...

Henry: Henry had to get out and Dante's offer over the network was enough to do so. He had to get out of his room, he didn't want to stay there, a sitting duck for that crazy lunatic Walter.

Henry would normally stay away from Dante, especially after what had happened, but for some reason... Today he felt different, he wanted to talk to Dante, sort things out.

He was heading downstairs, to the kitchen, but along the way he actually bumped into Dante on the 10th floor. What he was doing there he didn't know, but it was a happy coinsidence.

"Dante?" he murmured in that soft tone of voice his.

Dante: An unexpected voice that was.... was it.. Henry?

Henry... oh shoot. Dante meant to meet him... damn. Well, better late than never.

He turned slowly, casually towards him, letting out a small, friendly smile.

"Long time no see, princess." He said jokingly, rubbing the back of his head with a hand. The more he laid eyes on Henry though, the more he began to feel really bad about all thats happened.

How the hell could he have hurt poor Henry for the sake of that... that two faced bastard Vergil!? It wasn't right.

"Look... see... ahm..." Boy this was awkward... and it didn't help that Henry looked so fucking cute standing right there like that... all neat and tidy... fuck. "I just... I wanted to talk to you.. about some stuff." Yeah, you know. The rape and the killing and.. well... yeah. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to talk about all that right away after all.

Henry: "Sure... that's okay." he near whispered and approached Dante. He didn't seem so bad, yesterday's fear had turned into something else. Friendly admiration maybe?

Dante was playful and young, Henry shouldn't have meddled in his life and his relationship with his brother. The... rape... wasn't really called for but maybe Henry should've been more firm, more sensible about the whole ordeal...

"Hey... um... look... I wanted to say... um... Sorry, shouldn't have... put my nose in where it didn't belong."

Dante: Dante liked feeling Henry close to him. He didn't know what it was, but he was very humbled by it.

"... Vergil's a bastard. I should have never gotten so worked up... and ahm." Even when talking on friendly terms with someone, Dante had a lot of pride- it was usually really hard for him to suck himself up and admit he was wrong, let alone apologize.

But now.. now it was called for.

"What I did to you... it was wrong." Dante moved closer to Henry, feeling sincere as he took in his clean, fresh scent. "So... yeah um."

... Breif silence.

"Uhh... You hungry?" Perhaps this would be a bit harder than he originally expected...

Henry: He could sense how hard this was for Dante, so Henry wanted to try and make it easier for him. He smiled gently and rested a warm palm on Dante's shoulder "It's... in the past, okay?"

Strange, yesterday he still felt angry and scared about the whole ordeal, but now he wanted it done with and he wanted to make friends with Dante. "... Sure, let's get something to eat."

Dante: Dante then felt the hand reach his shoulder, causing him to grin at Henry.

Aww Henry.

A bit abruptly, and perhaps in a too-friendly manner, the devil threw his arms around Henry and pulled him into a tight manhug. He didn't know why he felt the urge to do it, but he just.. he wanted to feel Henry close to him. His body against him brought him some comfort. Being by this guy in general... felt good.

"GREAT. My place or yours? Or downstairs then? Better be some fucking liquor wherever we go." He was more than happy to welcome the change of subject.

Henry: "Ouph!... Hah hah." that small smile didn't fade in the embrace and after a moment he took a small step back and rubbed the back of his neck, flattening his hair. "Maybe..." he hesitated "I think I'd rather not be in my room, I don't mind the kitchen or your room... Don't know if there's any alcohol in the kitchen though?"

Dante: Dante slowly released Henry, his expressoin fading slightly.

"Kitchen." He insisted, for Vergil was back in his room... and he did not want Vergil near Henry. That motherfucker.

He then grabbed Henry's hand with haste, almost childisly as he rushed him along. "Come on then, princess. I need a drink. Like now." Okay okay. Sure Dante wasn't really old enough to legally drink... but did Henry have to know that? And who would seriosly keep tabs here, anyway? Yeah, Vergil would get on his case for liquor, because Dante gets... sortof rowdy at tmes.. but he'd just have to be careful, thats all.

Henry: Henry noticed in a short amount of time that Dante was quite affectionate when he wasn't angry, he was cheerful and full of energy... Which was quite a nice contrast to Henry's quite and gentle nature.

"Alright, sounds good." He didn't resist to his hand being taken and he trotted after Dante as he raced down the stairs. He didn't really mind being called that, he didn't take much note.

Dante: Floor five... four... three.. down he lead Henry; still trying to maintian his cool composure, despite how.. cheerful he himself seemed.

But Why did this place have to have so many damn stairs?

Well whatever. May as well make conversation with him.

"So... ahh.." Think think... Walter! Henry likes Walter, doesn't he? "How have erm. You and Sullivan been? I took sorta a hint that you two were pretty close 'n stuff.." Dante oddly felt nonchalant about Walter as well... despite that he had made an ass out of Dante... twice now.

Henry: That... man. Henry questioned himself as to why he had grown to trust him so much. A few months back he tried to kill him, and people around him, he was a manic and no mistake.

"Yeah well..." Henry replied, slightly out of breath (he wasn't used to the exercise really) "I think now that's a mistake. He's a killer, I don't know why I trusted him so long here. Stay away from him."

Dante: Dante slowed down a little in suprise at Henry's response...

What was this now? Henry almost seemed... bitter at the subject of Walter. Maybe he did something to him..? Well... not suprising if he did maybe. Walter did some really harsh shit to Dante... but... Dante did some really harsh shit to them too... and he did it first.. so he actually sortof.. sympathized with Walter.

... Shit. He... never thought he would. But oddly... he did.

The devil didn't really have half a brain to know it may have been a sensitive subject and went on and asked him.

"Woah.. I thought you two were close... what the hell happened?"

Henry: His free hand lazily itched his forehead and he looked away for a moment, in truth, he didn't know why all this came to him today but these angry feelings... This bitterness, it was all so intense and he couldn't really pinpoint a reason why.

"He tried to kill me, loads, in the past... I just figured he'd try again, and after seeing what was on the network..." shrugged "I guess it all fell into place."

Dante: Dante made an awkward face at Henry. Try and kill him...?.... So what?

Then again. Many have tried to kill Dante. He didn't find it to be something highly unusual. But Maybe it was for Henry, the guy was only human, after all.

"Huh. He doesn't seem like all that bad a guy to me. Little crazy, but he seems to have good intentions..." What... the hell was he saying. Walter? Good intentions?

But still, Dante couldn't find it in him to hate him today. How strange.

Dante finally stopped at the bottom of the stairway on the first floor, then grinning stupidly and giving Henry a harsh pat to the back. "But hey, whatever floats your boat, man. Lets just get plastered already~"

Henry: He was glad that Dante dropped the subject, he didn't want to talk anymore about that psycho. Just thinking about Walter made him angry!

"Plastered?" he repeated dumbly, he didn't really want to get drunk, he thought that they were just getting something to eat? But hey, Dante liked to have a good time Henry told himself, a drink or two wouldn't... hurt.

Dante: "Yeah man, you drink, dontcha? C'moon it won't kill ya to loosen up once in awhile.." Though he wouldn't be too suprised if Henry didn't.. he seemed so.. innocent.

The half went forward and idly looked for the proper doors that would lead them to the kitchen. It really sucked that all these damn rooms looked near exactly the same. Even after being months in this mansion.. he still had a rough time getting used to it.

Henry: Henry did indeed drink, but not a lot, the occasional beer and he usually ended drinking a lot at Christmas and New Years (and as a result embarrass himself with quaint, silly, drunkeness). "Hm? Oh sure, I drink."

Henry was a terrible judge of age, he would never have guessed that Dante was more than a year or two younger than him. He seemed cool, funny and... nice. Henry's opinion had done a complete 180.

Dante: "Well then we should get along in here just fine~" he said snarkily, finally locating one of the side doors to the kitchen.. or.. at least what he thought was the kitchen.. he wasn't too sure.

"Yeah um... I haven't been down to this kitchen too much.. you'll have to show me where all the good sutff is." he finished with a wide, fanged grin, stepping out of the way to allow Henry entry.

"Ladies first~" he was just harmlessly joking around really, Dante knew very well Henry was a lot of things... but certianly not a lady.. eheh..

Henry: He shuffled in and fumbled through cupboards and a large fridge, looking back at Dante with a slightly dopey expression.

"I... don't really know where everything is here either... Oh? There's some beer in the fridge it looks like, or do you want something other than beer?"

Dante: Dante snorted, snaking up behind Henry to see what he was pondering at.

"nnnmm.. Nah, you can if you want. I think I'm good with just the liquor though~ hand it over."

Henry: "Ah, okay." if just beer was good enough for Dante, it was good enough for Henry too. He opened a can and moved over to a table in the middle of the kitchen and sat at one of the chairs near by it.

Taking a large gulp of the beer he let off a relaxed sigh afterwards. "Ahh..."

Dante: It didn't take Dante very long to be finished with his first... and thus... he got up and grabbed a second... and third.. fourth... bundling up several, actually, in his arms as he waddled back over to the table, dumping them down onto it just before taking off his coat.

"Yannow.. Henry.." He then began, lazily slouching back down into his chair and grabbing one of the cans, then popping the lid and knocking some of the drink back. "... I never thought I'd say this.. but I think I like you." His tone was kinda goofy... but at this point, he didn't care. He didn't feel like he needed to be shy around the other here; Dante was actually, suprisingly comfortable around him. "... you're cute." He said off rather bluntly.

Henry: Henry wasn't as quick as Dante was, but he was still enjoying their shared drinking session. When Dante may have been on his 6th, Henry was probably on his 3rd... But unlike Dante he had poor constitution, he was already feeling the effects.

"Huh?" he slurred and looked over at Dante with a pleasant but dumb smile on his face "Really? Ah... thanks, I like you too..." today he just... did, Dante seemed so friendly today.

Dante: By beer ten.. Dante felt a little tipsy... yes, indeed he did.

But he also felt pretty damn good too.

He leaned over the table as soon as Henry replied; expression forming into a twisted smile.

"Like me...? Do ya now?" He interrogated somewhat antagonistically. "I thought I scared the shit out of you. Kinda a strange change of heart, no?"

Henry: "Well..." 6th beer, now Henry was starting to reach his limit, he felt very relaxed and somewhat limp, that sort of floppy, lazy, sensation that only comes with drinking. "Yeah... I did... but I changed my mind. I... think you're... nice now."

Dante: Dante paused... either from trying to register english in general from his intoxicated mind... or just out of sheer dissapointment in expecting a better answer.

Still though, he didn't want it to quite end there.

"Say Henry... lets do something... fun." He slurred out darkly; a slight mischevious glint in his gaze.

Henry: "Hmm? Somethin'... fun?" he mumbled leaning back on his chair, head tilting back so he could lazily stare up at the celling. He wasn't terribly responsive right now.

His stomach rumbled from all of the booze and he shut his eyes.

Dante: The half then got up and began to crawl onto the table, towards Henry as he ended up knocking some of the beer cans over in his stirr.

"Yeah... fun." He snerked; then seating himself pretzel style onto the table.

"... ever play truth or dare?"

Henry: "Huh? Truth or... dare?" in all honesty, no, Henry had never played it in his life, but he had seen it in various teenage horror movies that usually resulted in pretty girls being sent off to haunted attics.

"N..o, but I know what it'ss about." he slurred.

Dante: Dante smiled sadistically. It was a childish game, but he would often do it along with strip polker back at love planet with some of the ladies. It was more than certainly, something he found great amusement out of at times with them.

And thus, he began to explain.. to the best of his own memory, that was.

"I--its easssy; We take turns asking eachother to either hhonestly answer a question, truth... or do something outrageous out of request... d-dare." He slurred off, not so sure if he was making any sense or not.

But reguardless, he put off a devious glare.

"So.... go ahead, ask me. You go ffirrrrst."

Henry: Henry hated dares, on the whole it usually ended up in him doing something wrong or making a fool of himself, it was almost 100% likely that everyone of his questions would be a truth.

"Ah, uhm... er... Truth. Okay..." he thought for a moment "Lemme think..." He really wasn't good at this sort of thing. "Have you ever... um... joinned the mile high club?"

Dante: Dante shook his head. No dummy. I get to pick weither I take the dare or truth. Duh. But he shrugged it off and just let it go for now. Hopefully the guy would get the hang of it sooner or later.

"Mile high club?" He snerked and shook his head. "Ahm. No, really I don't do planes. Freaky mechanical terrorist shit." he explained. "Besides, why fly in a plane when you can do it yerself?" Dante couldn't hone flying YET, anyway. He could barely even Devil Trigger on command... and only some of his arms would give him such abaility.. Nevan, was the most successful so far, anyway... but yeah, he's always had much better uses for her than just.. aha... flying. Still, that was an unusually kinky question from Henry... perhaps he'd have to fight back dirty as well..

Now it was his turn~ "Okay Henry... Truth or Dare?"

Henry: "Oh? What?... I pick?" He didn't realise that, he was too forward to figure out that it was the other way around. "Ah, sorry."

He cleared his throat and with a slight quiver in his voice his said "Truth, please."

Dante: Dante grinned and leaned forward, once more, towards Henry. "... What would you do... if I were to kiss you? Lets say... right.. now?"

Henry: "W..what?!" tipsey, or even somewhat drunk, as he was that was still a bizarre question. Henry found it hard to believe sometimes just how... sexually charged Dante was, but considering the nature of the day he wasn't quite so stunned as he might've been any other day. "Ah.. um... I... I'd have to ask why."

Dante: The devil moved closer to Henry, pushing his face near. "... Then what if I were to say it was because I really like you.. and I think you're cute? what would you do then?" He purred softly to him, now on his hands and knees and up in Henry's face.

Henry: As much as the day was making him like Dante, it wasn't making Henry gay. "A-ah, um.. I..." not quite awkward but quite obviously embarrassed heleaned back on his chair to give himself some space to breath "I.. I... w..well..."

Dante: Dante leaned back and innocently smirked.

"Chill man.. I was just asking." he said, finding Henry's reaction quite adorable; he couldn't help but laugh out a little bit from it.

".. Your turn~"

Henry: His heart skipped a beat with that, he couldn't believe how he 'fell' for that. "Ah... heh... yeah, just asking." he smiled somewhat nervously and added "Okay. Truth."

Dante: Truth eh? Man, was this guy plain white toast or what?

"Alright alright... Ahm.." He thought for a moment.. "... so... like... how far did you really go with my brother? Not that I care much for the shitface now, but eh... yeah. we'll go with that.. So. Did you really tumble in the sheets with him?"

Henry: "Hm? Oh no, nothing like that." drunk and honest it was a lot easier to say this to Dante then if he had asked him sober "He threatened to eat me alive if I didn't strip, so I took off my clothes and.. heh... said I wasn't good looking enough for him, in not so many words. So I dressed again."

Dante: "Well how dumb is that.-" He then let out bluntly. Dante knew Vergil was always cocky, but c'mon. Henry was overall a pretty good looking peice of ass.

What a bastard. But then again, he was happy that that motherfucker didn't have his slimy hands all over Henry anyway... err... despite that oddly two days ago, it was vice versa. But whatever? Feelings change...? Dante didn't bother himself in trying to figure it out.

"If that were me you know, I woulda taken ya." Yes, Dante was flirting now, but really, what else was new?

Henry: He didn't really know how to respond to that! He didn't want to be taken at all, Henry was still a firm believer in his own hetrosexuality, despite a number of people thinking otherwise! "A-ah, um... well... I... thanks. I think?"

After a small, slightly odd, silence he asked "So, truth or dare?"

Dante: Dante's tone fell casual by now, but surly he had grown tired of all this motherfucking honesty. So- he put a blunt change to it. "Dare~"

Henry: "Um..." he didn't know how to approach this one, truth was so much easier then dare. "Er..." It also didn't help that Henry wasn't that imaginative. "Uhm... I... er... dare you to drink another can of beer in one go?" poor.

Dante: A flat stare.

What the fuck kind of dare was that?

Well, whatever. He had to give the guy credit for trying.

This would be Dante's thirteenth beer by now... (maybe..? actually, he kinda lost count somewhere after eleven... ) ; as he then took another, popped the cap off, and knocked it back.. in one, full, hard, and fast swig.

Pridefully, he slapped the can down in front of Henry, crushing it to display that he had finished it. "Done--"

But... before he could brag, suddenly; something in his tummy stirred... causing his expression to fall hazy and face to grow slightly greenish.

"Ugh.." Suddenly, he felt like he was gonna hurl... and Henry was NOT in a favorable spot if that were infact, to happen.. but his pride kept him quiet about it. "H-happy now?"

Henry: "Ah, um..." he wasn't really sure whether he was or not, he was quite impressed that Dante managed that but happy about it? Not so sure.

"Ah... sure." he said with a meek smile. Henry had had his share of beer but it had been a while since he'd topped up and he was slowly, but surely, starting to sober up.

Dante: Vision doubled over slightly as he saw ... two.. Henrys? It wasn't doing good things to his tummy at this point.. not good things at all.

"Um... H-henry.." He said, "Yah.. you had better fucking move.." Because Dante could feel his stomache rapidly rejecting the huge amount of liquor that was then catching up to him.

Henry: "...?" it took a moment for that to settle in Henry's mind then he suddenly moved out the cursing to himself "shi'--!"

He stood up by the table, he decided to look away, he didn't... really want to watch this.

Dante: The second Henry moved, Dante had let out all over his chair... rather... obscenely.

... been a bit too long since he had lost THAT much control...

When he was finished, he wiped his mouth and looked over at the other, who was now looking away.

Aww. That dork.

Dante smiled. "h-haha... man.. been too long since I've done THAT much that quickly.." Dante wasn't embarassed at all. No, actually, he was quite amused. Probably more amused that Henry was too cleanly to watch.

Henry: "A...are you okay?" he asked, hesitating somewhat before he turned around to look to see if Dante had anymore colour on his cheeks. "I, um... feeling any... better?" Henry wasn't really.... very good at comforting people.

Dante: Dante was... feeling quite a bit tipsy still... but he wasn't about to throw up a second time... so yeah, he was okay now.

But... hmmm...

"Ahm. No.. my stomache still really hurts... I don't think I can make it all the way back to my room..." Pff. Sure he could. But he didn't want to at this point.

"... can I crash with you in your room for the night..?" He asked manipulatively, putting on a sickly voice to try and guilt Henry into agreeing.

Henry: "Ah, sure, that's fine." Of course, if Dante felt ill and he didn't want to go to his room Henry understood. Hey, he'd been there too. "But... my room's on the 12th floor, are you going to be okay going all the way up there?" He'd help as much as he could, but he couldn't carry Dante.

Dante: Dante slung his arms over Henry; and climbed off the table.

"I-I th-think soo.." Oh he was acting it up alright. But he wanted Henry's company... well fucking over Vergil's... "With some help~ that is, from a big sssstwoooong man." Hahaha. Henry. A strong man. what the hell. Fuck the mess here, anyway. Someone would get it.. maybe. and if not, it wasn't like it was their problem anyway.

Henry: "Ah, sure. I'll try to help." he said as he rested Dante's arm over his shoulders and held the wrist firmly, but gently, to assist him as he walked. "Okay, let's go then." he said with a small smile.

He made his way to the stairs and began to scale them, this may take some time...

Dante: The devil leaned heavily on Henry as they scaled... half-mindedly pushing his face into his hair.

Damn he smelled good..

And thus he stayed, continuing to take in Henry's clean, fresh scent. "hmmmm...."

Henry: Didn't notice what Dante was doing as they, together, trudged up the many stairs ahead of them. Not in the best condition, Henry had to occasionally take short breaks to catch his breath.

Some time later, in the early hours of the mornings, he reached the 12th floor and shuffled along until he reached room 21. His room. "ah.. huff... okay..."

Dante: Dante then lifted himself up off Henry and waited for him to invite him in... but making small conversation in the mean time. "Yh... mmmmm. You smell good." He said bluntly. Nah.. like a chick good, but I mean like... just good." His words were crisping together alright... sorta.. Maybe the liquor was starting to settle a bit...

Henry: "Huh? I do?" he didn't... do anything special, he just washed with soap and shampoo (not even conditioner for this boy), he rarely -if ever- wore aftershave either.

With some effort, he managed to open the door and he held it open for Dante "Here we go, come in." his flat was average, plain and somewhat boring but at the same time... cosy and warm. "You're on the bed." Henry would sleep on the couch.

Dante: That.. made Dante frown.

"What... buh..." he protested in opposition to having Henry sleep on the couch. "I dun wanna sleep by myself." He was still slurring quite a bit, and in his distorted mind, he really really didn't like the idea of sleeping in a bed by himself... not so much that he was scared or anything.. but he just really... didn't like sleeping by himself. Even at home, he preferred to share the bed with Vergil. Dante was just generally... that kind of person.

Henry: "Oh... um... I guess I could... stay in the bed with you?" his nose wrinkled, he wasn't about to say 'sleep with'... "Alright well, ahem..." he cleared his throat and shuffled over to a dented chest of drawers and riffled through for his pyjamas. "Okay... ah, there we go." he muttered as he found them.

"Do you want to borrow some?" he asked, turning back to Dante.

Dante: But by the time Henry had turned around, Dante was already in the nude.

What...? He liked sleeping naked.. Its not like he held any shame.

"Naaah. I'm good." He mumbled as he crawled into the sheets of Henry's matress, making himself comfortable within them- then curling up in the manner of a lazy cat... noticing how.. oddly good Henry's linens smelled too.

Usually the sheets back at his room smelled like blood... really because he and his brother would do... err. rough things in the night. He wouldn't do such things with Henry of course (at least, not again)... Henry was different. And at least nice enough to let him bunk with him like this while he was avoiding... you know who.

Henry: When he turned and suddenly saw Dante, naked, he stumbled back and bumped into a short coffee table. "Ah! Sh--!..." he didn't expect that!

With some hesitation he changed from his clothes into his pyjamas (long sleeves, long legs, the whole deal). He looked sort of awkward (and square) getting into bed dressed like that, but he was warm and comfortable at least. "Okay, well... um... Good night, I guess."

Dante: "mmm... g'night." Dante uttered, before snaking up towards Henry and molding his body close to his; pulling Henry close and curling up around him.

Not in a sexual manner... or even in an affectionate one, for that fact.. it was simply because Dante was cold blooded; being half devil- and thus, he worked to soak up the warmth of whoever it was that happened to share the bed with him. Usually why it was nice when the whores would be courteous and spend the entire night with him back in New York. He could cuddle one and enjoy a cozy, goods nights rest.

Sure. He could not sleep nude, but that didn't really do much. Just added more fabric, which was highly annoying. He continued to take in the pleasant scent of Henry's hair... mmmm.... and it was easily pushing Dante to sleep... ontop of all the beer in his system as well.

Henry: He didn't mind the embrace, it didn't hurt and there was nothing sinister behind it. Unlike Dante, Henry wasn't used to warmth and affection, he was used to being by himself. Sleeping alone everynight meant that this felt... sort of nice. He drifted off to sleep very quickly.