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Returns (unfinished)

Who: Henry & Dante
Where Dante's Room
When: Today
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Henry goes to return the coat that Dante left in his room the day where everyone had reversed opinions of people.
the Story:

Henry hadn't been out much recently, ever since the horrible experience with Dante he'd been keeping to himself. He had left his room once or twice to get something to eat but since it was such a trek down to the ground floor he usually brought up a lot of supplies and stayed in his room.

There had been high tension recently as Henry had discovered some slightly... unnatural feelings for Walter, feelings he thought were inappropriate, so he tried desperately to extinguish them. But, as feelings tend to, they came straight back to him ten fold. Walter was now sharing his room again and Henry now took almost every opportunity that came his way to leave.

They still hadn't spoken yet, about anything, and Henry was beginning to find the tension too much to take. He remembered that he still had Dante's coat to return to him and with Walter busying himself now was a good time to do so.

With the heavy, leather, coat draped around his arm (much like a butler places a napkin over his forearm) he head off, locking the door behind him (as he figured Walter wouldn't do it himself). He headed down the stairs (as Dante was on a slightly more convenient level than he was), and upon reaching his floor he shuffled over to his front door and gently knocked on it twice.

In all honesty, he hoped that Dante wouldn't hear him. That way he could just fold the coat up and leave it by the door... And then escape.

Although Henry had seen Dante since their... harsh sexual encounter, that was when the mansion was playing tricks on him, on them both, and their opinions were warped. Now the fear that Henry felt for Dante had returned, just as strong as before.

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Dante was on the couch... lounging... lounging... as usual. Twirling Ivory in his left hand as he sat there in his boxers.

Yes. Just boxers. Dante always found clothes to be so unflattering. Especailly when you look this damn good. No joke there, son.

What? Egotistical?

Nah.

An idle knock soon echoed through the room, causing his head to turn. "Hn.." the silver-haired man passively let out, before shuffling up and pulling a dirty pair of jeans up off the floor and over his waist; not really even bothering to button them- causing the denim to hang off his hips.

Soon, he made way towards the door, and opened it, a little surprised to see who was standing there.

"... Ohoo. Well look who's here." Somewhat of snerk. "You do surprise visits often, Princess?" His voice was soaked with sarcasm.

Great, just what he shouldn't expected from Dante, some snide remark about his masculinity. He tried to avoid looking at Dante since he was wearing so little, not because it embarrassed him, or even aroused him, he just thought of it as some sort of breech of privacy. Not that most would consider privacy from someone who recently forced him into having sex, but this was Henry...

"Ahem..." he cleared his throat and unhooked the coat from his arm "I brought back your coat for you." he said quite simply. Everything about him screamed timid, he kept a wide distance from himself and Dante and as soon as he relieved him of the red leather coat he intended on escaping!

He raised en eyebrow as Henry seemed to have... so formally come all this way to return his coat.

... To the guy who raped him. Left him to die a slow death.

...

The hybrid looked him up and down, he could smell the discomfort all over him... but even without that; Just Henry's position alone, his body alignment, the distance between them. And his meek voice- the lack of eye-contact.

Man this guy was goofy.

"You know, doll; Its really rude to not make eye-contact with those whom you are speaking to." He stepped out of the room then, and approached Henry, firm, and in quite a 'I'm the man here.' sort of way. "Where are your manners? You didn't even say hello~"

He flinced... Henry flinced as if he thought Dante was going to strike him. It was a pathetic sight...

Resisting every urge in his body that was telling him to run, make an excuse, anything but... He didn't. He looked up and his scared eyes were caught by Dante's, it sent an uncomfortable shiver right through him. Horrible little flashbacks of what happened tried to pierce his mind, the sound of heavy breathing and the echo of his own wailing voice, he had to force them out of his conciousness.

"I... Sorry, I just..." he wasn't about to make an excuse, he figured it'd fall on deaf ears "... Hi."

This guy. Man this guy. He looked like he was gonna fall apart. Right there.

Dante kinda felt... sorry for him. Not that it was that unusual... perhaps... since Dante kinda... well.. yeah... that thing where you make someone do something intimate.... when they don't want to.

Still though, he found this somewhat amusing.

"You are fixing to get yourself shanked again, buddy. Standing there all pitiful like that." He said bluntly, then circling him. "Now. Hypothetically speaking.. If I were lets say... some sex crazed fiend... and you coming to my door like this all pussy-like?" Dante smiles, bearing teeth.

"... well.. I'd sure hate to be in your shoes, Princess." The half was clearly teasing him now... because although those few days he had dealt with the consequences of doing ill work on Henry were hell... winding up Henry's gears was just too damn fun to pass up.

Sure, Henry was timid and scared of Dante but he didn't like being teased like that. In fact, Henry thought about it for a moment and realised that a hell of a lot of people like to tease him. He didn't know why, he wasn't that social and he never really... Put himself out there to be teased so...

"Don't talk about me like that." he said, brow furrowing, as soon as the words left his mouth he figured what a stupid thing is probably was to talk back to Dante but he couldn't help himself. He wasn't... 'pussy-like' as Dante put it.

"... I don't know what you've got against me, I brought your coat and it's fine too."

Oh? So the guy has somewhat of a backbone? Thats kinda cute.

"Hey, don't be like that. I'm only tryin to help ya out a little." Without warning; A hand suddenly snaked its way onto Henry's back- in a rather.. questionable manner.

Ohhh no, he wasn't going to let Dante mentally and physically tease him, he had been far too tense recently for this sort of treatment. Without thinking Henry awkwardly takes his hand back, behind him, and tries to slap it away. "What do you think you're doing?!"

A grunt. Dante winces as his hand is slapped. Slapped? What? Thats pathetic.

He moved to touch Henry again, grabbing him by the shoulder firmly while moving his other hand on his back once more, having it arch a little as he pulled his shoulder back- forcing Henry into a different, more esteemed and upright posture.

"... nonono your back needs to go like this... see?" After Dante was contented with how he had positioned Henry's stand, he let go.

"There. Yannow- first impression always comes from body language. You slouching like that shows that you have a low self-esteem; its basically saying 'I'm weak and I won't do anything if you push me around.'" He smiled again. "Which, you are. But yannow- not everyone has to know that, Missy."

He was totally stunned, Dante had done something to try and... help him?

He wasn't trying to touch him inapropriately or attack him? Henry didn't know how to react to this! This was totally new!

The new and slightly straighter posture felt odd, sort of akward, it'd been so long since he'd sat up straight, held his head high... And that wasn't because of what Dante had done, or even what had happened back in 302... It's just Henry's nature.

"I always stand like that..." he admitted "But nobody ever picked on me before." Which is really the joy of being quiet and living in an even quieter city.

"Nobody's ever picked up on you either, have they? Any ladies?" He let in, referencing romantic life. Dante knew well, Henry was a virgin.

Well.. before... they met, anyway..

Uhm. Yeah. Well.

Hm.

"Picked up?... Oh..." It took a moment for Henry to realise what Dante meant, he wasn't amused. "It's none of your business, but no." Henry was never terribly popular with either gender, and despite many-a crush, he was rarely noticed.

There was a moment of silence and Henry took a step to the side, this was probably time to leave. "Well, anyway, you've got your coat back at least. I should probably go."

But Dante interrupted him.

"... or... is it that you're not interested in the ladies... but more rather.." Dante hesitated. He hated. Hated the man he was about to mention. But judging by how Henry was in his network diary; which was so easy to hack- he had a tender spot for that freak of a dude.

Dante found it almost cute... that was, except for the fact that it was Walter who he seemed to have feelings towards. Ew man. But Dante always knew Henry was weird.

"Mister... Sullivan. Am I right?"

He froze, how the hell did Dante know that? He hadn't spoken to anyone about it apart from Walter himself and Yuuko, who found the photo he threw out the window last week and questioned Henry about his motives.

Henry didn't know what to say, he really couldn't work out how Dante knew that... Unless he had been asking about him, and Henry couldn't even begin to fathum why he'd do that... Henry thought Dante hated him afterall.

". . . I... um... You're not meant to know that." he said, quite obviously embarrassed.

"Ah-hah!" Really though. Who the heck was Henry kidding? The fact alone that Walter would go so far out of his way to beat Dante's ass for doing that stuff to him was... well. Enough of a dead giveaway that SOMETHING was going on.

"Funny how you think you're good at hiding it though~" He snorted out, amused. "But I guess it makes sense. You both are fucking weird. And fags. Match made in heaven, mmm?"

He... Did think he was good at hiding it, and to an extent, he must have been. Henry himself didn't even realise his feelings for Walter for a long time. But sometimes Dante's comments were a little too harsh for Henry's liking. "Look, don't be like that... I know... Walter did some bad stuff but..." well, he... actually didn't know what to say after that, but I still like him? Or perhaps he's nice to me? Neither of which sounded all that good.

"But... Sometimes he doesn't... I... Oh man... I don't know. I think he does all these things and... Maybe he just doesn't get that it hurts a lot?" and there was some of Henry's naiveity right there, Walter was a master of pain... Oh no, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Just... don't be nasty about him, okay?"

"Don't be nasty about him? I think you forget what he's done to me." A sneer, but it didn't last...

No, it soon turned into a big, dumb grin; as hands rested themselves on Dante's hips. He was feeling very cocky now. As usual. He had already shoved the thought of Walter's face aside.

"So how far have ya gotten? You've fucked him yet? Or does he out on you?" Maybe Dante was being a bit too blunt here. But they were alone... and its not like Henry was one to off and run his mouth about anything involving a penis. Even Dante could right off tell that on one.

Henry didn't comment on that, sure, Walter had done some dreadful things, but... Still, if he could be so kind sometimes. Even... Gentle, if he wanted to be. Although it always baffled him why Walter was only like that to him (even now he still couldn't entirely understand it).

"W..what?! Of course not! Geez, what's wrong with you?" Henry's brow furrowed, he was right, Dante really did have a one track mind. "I... haven't even talked to him about it."

A blank stare.

"You're kidding." Dante would have sworn by the way Walter was so protective, they'd be fucking like bunnies by now.

Man. This guy was sad.

"Nonono. You must be doing something totally wrong then. Thats not normal." Not normal in Dante's head anyway.. but well...

Eat. Sleep. Beat stuff up. Lay around the store. Have sex with whoever was on sale that night. That was pretty much Dante's schedule back in Manhattan. It wasn't glamorous, but hey. He honestly didn't mind it day to day.

Why on Earth Henry took Dante seriously would be a mystery to most, but Henry... wasn't exactly experienced when it came to the delicate matter of relationships.

"I... am?" he said in a meek tone. Was he doing something wrong, perhaps he wasn't being forward enough? He had no idea, to most people suddenly realising that they're attracted to someone of the same sex was a pretty difficult thing to cope with in regards to past relationships... But Henry didn't even have past relationships to go on!

"It's... not normal?"

"Yeah man. Totally wrong." He then moved to circle Henry once more, looking him up and down.

Sure, awhile ago, Dante would have told Henry to fuck himself and go away... but.. since recently... didn't hate Henry as much as he used to... not since... he found out that nothing happened between him and Vergil. Still, though he did feel bitter feelings towards him because of what Walter did to him; it was always in Dante's nature to try and help someone who had self-esteem problems. Especially on the subject of getting laid. He almost felt as if it was a duty.

"Hmmm... well problem number one, you're wearing too much damn clothing." Dante hated wearing clothes. Which was quite contradicting of him, for he easily got cold. But really, clothes were a burden, period. And what Henry was wearing? Not only too covering, but BOOORING.

"I bet even that fucking psycho is capable of gettin a hard-on... though its probably pretty damn impossible for him to do so when you're wearing so much fucking... clothing. Dull stuff too. You don't stand out at all."

His nose wrinkled, Henry was open to advice but this was totally vulgar, he wasn't about to walk around like a... a male stripper or something.

He also really like the way that Dante talked about Walter, in fact he focused more on that then he did on anything else he said. "Look, he's not a psycho and... I... Is it really that bad? I mean... I thought I always looked... sort of smart." perhaps he was wrong though?

"You look like a momma's boy. So yeah, its that bad." Dante stopped back in front of his room and leaned slightly, moving his face close to Henry's- looking at him directly on.

"Hey, I'm not saying you have to whore yourself to the guy," He was almost whispering. Kindof like... a 'between you and me' sort of tone. "but let him know you're interested. Flirt a little. Maybe take off your shirt now and then~ surly even a total moron like you can do that~ right?"

This was making him feel extremely awkward, he didn't know how to reply to anything Dante was saying. Everything the uttered was absolutely dripping with inuendo, and... unlike most, Henry didn't find it that funny, just kind of akward.

"I... I don't know. I don't think he'd be that interested if I started doing things like that." suddenly Henry paused and realised what he was doing "Man... t..this is weird. I shouldn't be talking to you about this stuff."

"Don't be stupid. Everyone likes that sort of stuff deep down. Its only human. I bet even that Sullivan guy gets eager now and then. Shame you won't help him out in it." But alas, Dante feels Henry is quite thick and hopeless. The guy was just too damn innocent!

Dante took his coat and hoisted it over his shoulder, before standing back and upright, letting out a deep sigh.

"I don't even know why I'm wasting my time with you. You don't even want to make an effort." He makes a disappointed 'tch' sort of noise towards him. "But whatever. Good luck with your creepy chainsaw man then~ And thanks for bringing back my coat. 'preciate it."

Maybe it was for the best, he didn't really get a lot of the stuff that Dante talked about, it was almost as if it was too advanced for him somehow.

"Hm... well, I guess... It's stuff I've got to figure out personally. It's okay about the coat, don't worry about it." he half smiled, he still didn't get on terribly well with Dante and there was still some element of fear that he accompanied with him but... At least he could talk to him now without being in fear of attack.

Dante turned back towards his door, before taking once last glance at Henry.

"You can probably start by telling him how you feel." Was his last piece of advice he offered before he closed his eyes and grinned lazily.

"Anyway- Thanks again, doll~" He chastised in a cheeky tone- then walking inside his room and closing the door behind him.

Maybe the guy wasn't totally hopeless.. Though he was definitely a piece of work.

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