Dante felt the anger bubbling up inside him. He was going to teach Wesker a lesson! Wesker wanted him, Dante knew he did. Dante was just doing what was best for both of them, and Wesker had the nerve to turn it on him.

While every girl was avoiding him they were probably jumping at Wesker, claiming he was just a poor sexy man, and they would comfort him. Dante felt his anger grow ten-fold. That bastard!

Dante felt so angry! He was trying to be nice ,forget Wesker, he was going to show him, he wondered what Wesker would look like as he punched him. Yeah beating up Wesker would make the people here at MvC3 hate him more but it didn't matter. No girl was going to sleep with him anyway, who would want to sleep with a supposed rapist?

Dante heard Wesker talking, yeah that was him alright, he could smell him. Damn that prick smelled good!

Dante rounded the corner fist prepared when he stopped in his tracks… but why?

Wesker was there talking with Chris, he didn't look sorry, in fact he looked angry. So why did all of Dante's anger fade as soon as he saw him?

Chris smiled about something placing a hand on Wesker's shoulder.

Why did Dante want to punch Chris for touching Wesker?

Was it because Wesker was his? Wait! Wesker wasn't his, but it felt as if he was. Dante was so confused, he felt so many emotions soaring through him at once. He wanted Wesker again. Again? Did he ever truly stop wanting the man? No. He realized that now.

Wesker was so good looking, so handsome, his tender looking skin, oh how soft it was. Dante wanted to feel it again. He craved for it. Why couldn't Wesker want him?

He knew he should stop this. Wesker was dangerous, cruel, and cold hearted… yet Dante couldn't. He couldn't give up on this man. He didn't understand why, all he understood was that he wanted Wesker to be with him and no one else.

/

Wesker wished Chris would just shut up. Hoping Chris would get the hint he started to walk off, but a hand clamped over his shoulder, "I never knew you had this side"

"What?" Wesker turned quickly. He had no idea Chris was so close and almost hit into him.

"You're so sensitive right now. I know it must be hard, and I'm sorry that fight I had with you made it harder. Chris was giving him this caring look, that made Wesker want to vomit. "I understand"

"Understand what!" Wesker wasn't fallowing Chris's chain of thought at all.

"You are aren't you? Here I was being such a dick about it. Hey but they say you are born that way, so it's not like it's your fault or anything"

"What are you blabbering about?"

"I should have seen it before, how you were so obsessed with me. That's why you hated me, because I wasn't… you know" No Chris couldn't think that he was- "I'm really sorry but I'm not like you, I'm straight"

Wesker stood frozen not believing what he just heard Chris say. No way. "…Chris?"

"Yeah"

"I will kill you" Wesker growled through clenched teeth. His hands in fists. Trying desperately not to lose control.

Chris finally took the hint, and walked off mumbling under his breath, "sure doesn't take rejection very well"

/

Chris was glade that the person gay for him was Wesker. After all Wesker was good looking, smart… Chris had looked up to the man for years. In fact Chris was sure if he ever became gay, it would Wesker that would change him.

Chris didn't want that though, he had Jill. Jill had loved him for years, and he loved her in return. Even still… He wanted to stay away from Wesker, he didn't want to chance Wesker turning him gay.

Chris was suddenly in the floor the air knocked out of him. "What the-?" Thats when he spotted Dante puffing air, obviously pissed.

"I don't want you near him. And don't you dare touch him again!"

"Your that rapeis-" Dante slammed his foot into Chris.

"I am not! I'm also serious about what I said concerning Wesker. You don't want to be on my bad side" Dante lifted his foot off Chris before slamming it into Chris's face.

/later

What was Dante problem? First he keeps sexually assaulting me and now he beat up Chris. Wesker enjoyed the thought of Chris hurt, but why did Dante do it? It didn't make any since.

Now on top of everything there was a new rule. Wesker and Dante where not allowed to be in the same match, same team, or opposing.

Wesker hated this whole thing, he wanted to back out of all this and just go home, he couldn't though. What would people say? He ran like a dog with it's tail between his legs. Scared of being beaten up or raped?

No Wesker would simply deal with the situation at hand. In truth he could care less about Chris and Dante's well far. It was just the pity pouring from everyone, how everyone was looking down at him, that was not okay. Chris can choke on his own spit and Dante…

"ugh!" Wesker massaged the bridge of his nose, an old habit he picked up from STARS to relieve annoyance, and it had stuck with him. Wesker took pride in understanding everything, and couldn't stand a puzzle he couldn't solve, and for his life he could not figure out Dante.

The man was a well-known lover of women. So why the fuck was is he bugging me! Why did he do those things to me! Why would he beat up Chris? Was Dante possibly newly gay? Bi perhaps? If he wasn't gay, then why does he want me? Will he just give up if I keep telling him no? What if I just agreed to it? If I have sex with him will he leave me alone?'

That last one made a light bulb go off. Could it really be that easy?

Was Wesker willing to have sex with another man to be left in peace? Possibly. Would he sleep with a man to save his reputation before it went into the shitter? More likely.

Wesker mentally cringed at the thought, of having sex with another man, it was so gross, so disgusting in his head.

What if he just killed Dante?

Perfect solution

/

Dante felt tiered, and headed to his bedroom. He smiled as he walked. What was 'he' doing here? Not that he was complaining. Did he know how strong his smell was, how delicious his aroma was? When Dante spotted his door at the corner he realized Wesker wasn't at his door.

He was hiding behind the corner. How cute. Dante muffled his chuckle as he came to his door. He unlocked his door but then reached around the corner his hand fisting in leather before he pulled the blond out and shoved him against the unlocked door.

"Came to your senses?" Dante managed to purr before Wesker punched him. "I'll take that as a no"

"I don't know what your problem is, but I'll make you a deal"

"Not interested"

"You haven't even heard-"

Dante put up a hand interrupting him, "You want me to leave you alone, and in return you won't kill me, right? If I refuse you will kill me right here with your bare hands, and have no regrets" Wesker was frozen in shock, that was exactly what he was about to say. Dante smiled, proud of himself, Wesker's shock was proof he was correct, "I'm good, huh?" Dante grabbed Wesker pulling him into his body, "I'm even better in bed"

Wesker managed to shove away, making Dante laugh, "Is this a joke to you?" Wesker asked anger rising.

"No not even close. This is to get you. You, being a total turn-on."

"Well find a bigger turn on. Get it through that thick skull of yours; I will never sleep with you!"

"Why not!" Dante felt his anger rising.

"I'm not gay!"

"How do you know?"

"I don't get turned on by looking at men!"

"Neither do I!"

"Then why do you keep doing this to me, I am a man!"

"Obviously!" Dante yelled in Wesker's face

"Then why do you keep doing this!" Wesker yelled back into Dante's face.

"Your different!"

"HOW!"

"I- I don't know. You just- your just-" Wesker and him where nearly touching noses their bodies so close, Dante looked down to see how close, and ended up just checking Wesker out, before coming face to face with Wesker again. They were both panting after yelling, sharing the same breath, "God I want you." Wesker's eyes widened in surprise, but Dante could care less as he smashed Wesker into the door covering the other man's lips with his own.

"Dante!" Wesker was quieted again by Dante's tongue. Dante pushed his leg against Wesker's crotch, Wesker made a muffled noise, as Dante desperately grabbed at him.

Wesker pushed him away, "What's wrong with you!"

"I want to touch you, and for you to touch me"

"I don't want you"

"But you do, think about it. How else are you going to get laid?" Wesker froze, "unless you like pity fucks" Dante commented, a cocky smile in place.

"Fuck you"

"By all means, please do"

Wesker didn't know what happened but he snapped. He wanted sex, he loved sex. He wouldn't be getting any, and here was a young man telling him he would give it to him. Just because he slept with Dante didn't make him gay, it just made him desperate and needing release. Besides if he did this, Dante would finally leave him alone. Surprisingly he only thought of this afterward…

After he had grabbed Dante, kissing him. This time it was Wesker's tongue who assaulted Dante's mouth. Dante muttered something that sounded like "finally" as his tongue started to battle for dominance. Both where always dominate and the battle seemed fruitless.

Dante reached for the doorknob to his room after opening it he threw Wesker in and rushed inside himself, Wesker and him reconnecting in a violent kiss. Dante threw off his jacket, Wesker doing the same with his own. Wesker broke the kiss, unzipping his boots as soon as he had them off, he was shoved to the bed. Dante also bootless straddled his hips, quickly reconnecting them in another series of kisses. Wesker reached up grabbing Dante's shirt pulling it over the half- demons head, "Weeesker" Dante hissed as he unzipped the blonde's shirt, before pulling it out from under the man, and tossing it to the side.

Dante kissed those soft thin lips, he nipped down the chin, before he got to the chest. He had done this to women many times but never a man. He still knew what to do. He circled around the nipple with the tip of his tongue, before he took it into his mouth and began to suck on it, he lifted up blowing on it, causing it to create tiny little goose bumps, he tapped on it, gaining a sigh from the man beneath him. He stuck the hard nub in his mouth sucking in it as hard as possible, before he used light teeth, pulling up on the flesh, "huh!" Wesker moaned under him. Dante went back to Wesker's mouth kissing him. He didn't think he had ever had this much energy coursing through his body at once.

His thumb found the neglected nipple, pushing down on it, then using the pad of his thumb to swirl it, since it was already hard as well. Both Dante's hands traveled down Wesker's perfectly sculpted chest, he popped the button of his pants, and slid his hand under the elastic underwear to Wesker's crotch coming to a half hard length waiting for him.

Wesker wrapped his arms around Dante pulling him down, Wesker kissed him, their tongues dancing around each other. Dante couldn't think, all he knew was that he wanted this to last forever. All that mattered was him, was Wesker, all that mattered was this moment, all else was forgotten. Gender, statues, beliefs, positions, where all nonexistent.

Dante ripped at his buckle pushing down his pants, kicking them off. He started to pull down Wesker's as well, "Dante wait-" Dante looked up at Wesker his glasses had come off at some point and a pair of blazing eyes filled with worry stared at him.

Dante smiled kindly at him, "Don't worry" he whispered, "I won't hurt you. I never want to hurt you, infact-" Dante kissed him tenderly, "I will protect you" he stared into those gorgeous eyes, "forever… I promise" he sealed this promise with another kiss.

Dante meant it too. He didn't know why he would promise something like that to someone he barely knew, but he did. In truth he couldn't stand the thought of Wesker ever hurt, but couldn't understand why.

Dante finishes pulling off his pants, and dropped his body onto Wesker's. "Do you trust me?"

Wesker stared at Dante, "…no"

Dante smiled at him regardless, "Let me change that" Dante pulled down Wesker's underwear, leaving both of them completely nude. "I will please you like no other before me, and more than any other ever could. It won't hurt. Flip over"

"What? Why?"

"So I can prep you"

Realization hit Wesker hard jerking away from Dante, "No way, I'm not bottoming!"

Dante raised an eyebrow, "I'm a top. No one is sticking anything up my ass"

Wesker tried to move out from under Dante, only for Dante to grab him, "You don't understand" Wesker tried to explain, "Unless you bottom, this is not going to happen"

'NO WAY!' Wesker was not allowed to get him this hard, be this close and then just tell him that he changed his mind. No! Not allowed!

"Why not?"

"That would hurt!"

"I already told you, I will protect you, I have no intention of hurting you"

Wesker stopped squirming arching an eyebrow, "So it won't hurt?" Wesker didn't look the slightest convinced.

Dante chuckled, "Of course it will, but the pain will be worth it. I promise. If you don't think so…"

"What?"

"If you don't think it was worth it… you will never see me again. I'll disappear forever"

Wesker and Dante looked eyes there gazes strong. As if their eyes where confirming the deal that was just made. Wesker finally sighed before shaking his head and lying on his stomach. Dante licked his lips as he lifted Wesker's butt in the air.

Wesker was extremely nervous, his palms felt sweaty and he was wondering why he was doing this. He was right about to change his mind when something wet and slimy moved up his butt.

'no way!' Wesker thought.

There was no denying it though as his butt cheeks where spread and he felt the soft wet thing circle his whole. It was Dante's tongue!

"Dante?"

Wesker sucked in breath as the tongue was pushing into his hole. The tongue was swirling around in the hole losing up the flesh. Why was Dante doing this to him? Furthermore, why did it feel so good? After Wesker had gotten used to the feeling the tongue was removed. He felt a hand placed on his back, as Dante leaned over to his dresser pulling out a bottle of lube.

Before Dante did anything else he took at the sight before him. Sexy, ass hole, cold, mean Wesker, naked with his butt in the air. Dante had no doubt it was the sexiest thing ever. He was so hard for Wesker.

Dante had sex many times, so why did he feel like this. So anxious, bubbles in his gut, and air in his chest, his heart floating on cloud 9. Where was Wesker his whole life? Dante had never wanted to sleep with someone so bad before.

He squirted the lube in his hand warming it up well. After he made sure his middle finger was coated enough, he slowly started to insert it inside Wesker.

Wesker had never felt this before. It felt so weird, and he wanted it to stop. Screw this! He was chickening out, he didn't care how far they had gotten. Dante seemed to since this though and started to kiss the back of Wesker's neck and back, "Just relax, it's okay" he cooed softly.

He waited for a moment before he started to move digit back and forth inside of Wesker. He then slipped in a second finger Wesker instantly tightening, "Relax" Dante repeated.

"Easy for you to say!" Wesker barked, but he did as he was told.

Dante then repeated then moves around inside of the man, he just had to find Wesker's G-spot. He was beginning to think Wesker didn't have one, when the blond shivered under him, letting out a long chesty moan.

'found it'

Dante ran his fingers across it again, Wesker moaning again, Dante took advantage of the situation sliding in the third finger. He began sliding all of them in and out. He turned them trying to spread Wesker as well as possible.

Dante removed those fingers, and lubed his dick up as well as possible, Dante pressed the end of his dick to Wesker's hole, "Ready? This is going to hurt more, but it well be worth it when I hit your prostate."

"Just take it slow okay?"

Dante smiled, "Of course wouldn't dream of doing it any other way."

Dante moved as slow as possible, used all his power not to plunge into Wesker's, incredible hot body. He had been dreaming about this, "Wait. Are you using a condom?"

Dante was right about to respond when the door flew open, "Hey Dant- WOW!" Trish looked away.

"Oh shit!" Wesker pulled away from Dante, before Dante could catch him Wesker was out of the bed.

"I'm so sorry" Trish apologized, "I didn't know"

Wesker pulled up his pants and grabbed the rest of his clothes, "I've gotta go!"

"Wait! Wesker! No!" But Wesker had already moved past Trish and was out the door. Dante sighed placing his hands over his face, trying to control himself.

"Look Dante. I really am very sorry. I had no clue. If I had I would-"

Dante interrupted her, his voice low and dark, "I was so close. He was actually going for it. I had him and yet… if you hadn't come in"

"I'm so very sorry" Trish nearly begged.

"That was it. I'll never get that chance again. I'll never sleep with him again. I didn't blow it though. You did Trish."

"Dante please"

"Get out. Now Trish. If you don't, I think I will kill you"

Trish was about to say something else but decided against it, and quickly left. Dante laid down in the bed, and grabbed the pillow, his tears wetting it.

It was only sex, so why did it hurt so much that it didn't happen? Maybe it was because he thought he would never be able to convince Wesker again, it was his only shot. What about after the tournament was over? Wesker and him would never see each other again. The thought tore him up, his pillow became damper as Dante cried himself asleep.

/The next morning

Date didn't feel rested when he woke up. In fact he felt miserable. He had never felt so miserable in his life. He sighed pushing his hair out of his face, he got up stretching he looked into his mirror, "no" Dante's eye's widened, "no way. It's impossible". He looked down at it, lightly running his fingers over it, "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!"

Trish walked in, Dante turning to look at her, "Oh my god!" the plate of food she brought Dante feel to the floor, "What have you done!" She neared Dante looking at, "This is bad"

"No shit" Dante closed his eyes, the emotions soaring through his body made since now. "I'm a dead man"

Trish looked him in the eye, finally taking her eyes off it, "How are you going to explain this to Wesker!"

Dante wasn't sure what to do, "The truth I guess"

Disbelief was evident in Trish's face as she looked at it again, it was impossible to miss.

/Wesker

Wesker woke up groggy.

He couldn't believe he had let Dante go so far. One way to forget it, a relaxing shower. Wesker took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants, but when he looked down he stopped in his tracks. He ran to the mirror and ran his fingers over it.

There was giant, thick black, tattoo on his body. It spiraled once around his right nipple, before curving under his breast it curved into his stomach a little before curving around his hip. Wesker turned in the mirror to see the tattoo then went over the top of his Butt check and stop at his tail bone at the crack of Wesker's butt.

It wasn't a straight line either, the whole line had different smaller curves coming off of it. It was a beautiful tattoo. There was only one small problem, Wesker didn't have a tattoo before.

What was going on? He had a clue to who would know, and he would have a lot of explaining…

Dante.

/Dante & Trish

"I've never seen one so big before" Trish gocked.

"Well thank you" the nude Dante smiled.

She frowned at him, "I was talking about the claim mark"

Dante's looked exactly like Wesker's except his didn't curve around to his butt, his spiraled to the underside of Dante's "junk" and stopped.

"How do you think he is going to take this?"

"I don't know, most likely he'll be pissed" Dante shrugged, "I never thought this would happen to me" he confessed.

"I can't believe you actually found yours, I hope I can find mine someday" Trish looked like a child.

"I better go find Wesker, he will wake up soon. It won't be long before he finds it. Trish nodded and Dante slipped on a pair of pants. He was grabbing for his shirt when the door to his slammed open and fuming Wesker was in his door way.

'he already saw it'

Wesker sped to Dante slamming him into a dresser, "What did you do to me?" Wesker snarled

"I'll leave it up to you" Trish quickly made an exit.

'chicken' Dante thought bitterly.

Wesker shook him, "Why do I have a tattoo?"

Dante sighed, "It's not a tattoo, it's a claiming mark"

"Where did it come from?" Wesker growled in his face.

"I accidently gave it to you. It wasn't my choice"

"Explain!" Wesker shook him again

"Do you believe in destiny?"

"What does that have to do-"

"That's why you have the mark. We are destined to be together. Wesker, that mark only appears when two soul mates, mate physically, it's a seal, a bond"

"What does that mean!"

"This mark that we share… In the human world people get married and it's by choice. In the demon world we get this mark, and it isn't by choice. But unlike the human world there is no such thing as divorce, because there's no mistaking it. We are meant for each other."

This was a lot for Wesker to take in at once, "I don't even know you! You don't know me!"

Wesker let him go finally.

"I do know some things. For one you are my soul mate, my other half. Second thing I know is… I'm in love with you"