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"Pretty boy"
Those words were the breakthrough to the foggy little headspace the Devil hunter had been confined to, slumped solemnly on the devil may cry couch, for more than a few hours, perchance even rivalling Dantes record. A shake of the head and a subtle shift of his shoulders had Felixs eyes peered over to the owner of said voice.
"Cmon, what's with the sulking",
The teasing lilt in his tone never let up but the look in Dante's eyes showed more than that jokester facade.
All Felix could reply with was a sorrowful sigh, glazed over eyes focused on nothing yet everything all at once, golden crossed sage hues taking up most of his sclera, God did he look lost.
Dante noticed, of course he did, he noticed how his heart switched between a tachycardic tempo to a bradycardic beat, or how his lips were being chewed on to no end, skin crumpled up from his constant gnawing, fangs tugging at the skin, or how now, Felix had been reduced to a lethargic state, unable to function considering he had mentioned the cotton fuzz feeling that often plagued his mind, the front of his brain imitating a stuffed pillow.
It was painful for Dante to see how the devil hunter, who often cracked back quips or hauled ass, had now practically morphed to the couch.
Dante sucked with emotions, hell he was a ball of trauma and sarcasm all wrapped up into one catastrophic Sparda twin, but hell he'd be a bastard if he didn't atleast try help the partner who had gotten him out of his own slumps.
"Talk t'me"
The words seemed so natural in Dantes now raspy voice, yet the thought of opening up stunned the both of them, Dante sighed and Felix fidgeted with his fingers.
A pair of rough calloused hands wrapped around Felixs own, ceasing the anxious movements.
Felix wanted to react, wanted to reply with a sickly sweet thank you to Dante for even taking the time to bother with his mental state which had tormented him worse than any devil could.
Those hands, sharp and worn from handling rebellion, ebony and ivory etc, glided over Felixs own calloused ones, they moved with some uncertainty as Dante formulated his next words with a furrowed brow.
"Y'know I ain't good at this, you know me damn well than anyone else"
A chuckle, typical Dante
"But I care about you, a lot"
That made Felixs spine prickle, body subconsciously shifting towards him as Dante sat on the couch beside him, god bless this man.
"I know"
Felix forced out, throat tight and dry from simply sitting around all day, God it hurt, emotions did, the numbness staining his conscience, everything.
He got pulled out of his spiralling thoughts as Dante oh so delicately wrapped a beefy arm around his shoulders, shuffling the back of his head to lean against his bicep.
Oh Felix could've just melted, he half did, eyes zeroing in on the ceiling, trying to ignore how nice this felt, how the hollow of his bones itched to be swallowed by Dantes own warmth, Felixs eyes fluttered shut.
Dante moved to get more comfortable, letting Felix lean on him both physically and mentally, if only he could wipe away the stress etched into the bags under his eyes.
The two stayed quiet, either of them not daring to utter a word, words were messy and clashed at the tongue.
A hand weaved its way into Felixs sable hair, a soft noise pulled from his throat, God when did he become so touch starved, the fact made Dantes lips quirk up.
Another breath, another shift, Felix was slowly plastering himself to Dantes steady and stable body, needing the comfort and plush pillow that was his chest to rest his head upon.
Dante only hummed to himself, happy to offer himself as a human fidget or mattress, it wasn't too uncommon between the two.
Their relationship was far from platonic but also far from anything committal, it was really just two devil hunters relying on eachother as one does, sticking through thick and thin or simply sharing a shoulder to lay on.
Another huff left Dantes lips as Felixs draped his leg over his own, now making himself quiet at home on the Sparda twin.
His hand continued to play with Felixs hair, tugging gently at strands and twirling the locks, making sure he had his scalp scratched thoroughly as well.
"Im sorry"
Dante's already worried thoughts got amplified, those words coming from Felix's marred lips had his hybrid heart lurching.
"For what?"
His hand slid between his scalp down to the curve of his cheek, Felix's head involuntarily leaning into the action.
"For being this way"
...
"Oh sweet boy"
Dantes words kept hitting home with Felix, it was so odd, no pizza scarfing gibberish, no lust filled induced mockery, just Dante and some sweet phrases that made him both preen and want to ball his eyes out.
A hand curled into his shirt, pulling him closer if that was even possible, Dante obliged, he had to for his sweetheart.
"I gotchya"
The words purred from his chest, the soft hum reverberating against Felixs ear, God was it lulling him to sleep while tears threatened to spill, how pathetic.
Dante noticed, again of course.
"Cmere, lemme turn that frown upside down."
Oh the cringe couldn't stop with him, but it so naturally made a chuckle escape Felix, eyes scrunching up softly which made the clear drops streak his face, wanting to laugh and cry all at once.
"Yeah, lemme see that smile,"
Dante goaded, moving to properly wrap his arms around Felix, squeezing him tight as he knew he loved, starting to pepper kisses over every place he could, cheek, jaw, neck, lips, they slobbered over Felix as he both giggled and strained out choked tears.
Dante simply continued his stupidity, holding tight, stubbled jaw brushing against wet skin, mumbling loving shushes against a softly sobbing Felix.
"I Got you baby"
"Oh honey"
"Cmon sweet boy"
It all made Felixs mind muddle into thoughts about just Dante, how he smelt distinctly of pine and whatever musk he possessed, the seeping warmth that easily permeated into his lungs, how his hands fit so perfectly on any part of his body, oh how dreamy.
"You ok?"
That finally cut thought the drabbling thoughts of basically nothing in Felixs recovering brain.
"Yeah, thanks"
Tears stained the freckle kissed skin under Felix's eyes and his breathing was slower now, remnants of sorrow wiped away by Dante's affection
"Good"
Dante's finger easily tilted Felixs chin up, eyes finally meeting after the lack of contact, mostly from Felix not bothering with it.
"So pretty"
Dante mused, Felix wanted to retort but Dante was too quick in brushing his nose against the others, lips delving to catch a quick kiss, smiling in the process.
"Better?"
"Better."
Felixs shoulders slumped, face pressing into the crook of Dantes neck, breathing him in, needing him
"Good boy"
"Mmhm"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up"
"Mhm"