Warnings: Not-Beta, OOC-Dante, Slash and many many more.

'I'm not like you, Dante. One day, I won't be here anymore.'

Dante woke up with a quick shock grazing his body. His bare chest heaved uncontrollably; his heavy breathing was the resemblance of tremor in the quietest night. When he swallowed away the shiver, Dante's fingers clenched the sheet of his bed. It was now drenched in his sweat, which something his lover would disapprove when morning reached its peak-...

What? What?

Unconsciously, his hand moved carefully to the vacant space next to him and something in his throat hitched, suffocating his path for air. The other side was empty.

No, please. No. No.

He refused to turn around but deep inside him, buried the truth that he refused to accept. It's bound to happen sooner or later, isn't it? He was nothing like him, not an immortal cursed to forever walk on the earth.

'I'm at peace, Dante, knowing I won't have to carry the burden of eternality. I'm not as strong as you. But I'll walk with you, till the soul leaves my body.'

Dante couldn't understand the sudden wetness covering his face, falling so intensely from his now red-rimmed eyes. He forgot what humans called it but he knew he had experienced this forlorn state before.

When the facade of his cool, strong and flamboyant exteriors crashed down like a fragile crystal, he met with a cruel reality. He shouldn't do it - but he let himself weep in the end. The air trapped in the red balloon exploded, freeing a mass bubbled air inside of it. Even the strongest man could break and time was a constant factor.

"D-Dante? Why are you crying?" the voice was low and sickeningly familiar. The hunter in red tore his eyes from the grip of his hands. He looked forward. The sight presented before him fueled up his longing - his desire to protect and love.

"Dante," Leon arched his eye and gave his lover a questioning look. "Don't tell me you're crying just because I accidentally overwrite your porn videos with-" Leon inhaled when he found his much smaller and short figure overwhelmed by Dante's larger frame.

The young Sparda was embracing him as if it'd be the last moment he could ever commit such gesture.

"Why- what-...oh god, are you drunk?"

"Shut up."

And shut up Leon did. Yet, with the way Dante pulled him away - gentle spark dominated his unyielding stare - sparing kisses on his forehead, eyelids, nose, and chin and languidly down to his chest; Leon could not be quiet. He whimpered at the tinge cold mouth against his skin.

"Dante?"

"Don't, don't go. Stay." Forever, I'll find a way. So please, just stay here. Keep you safe out of harm's way.

Leon smiled, he leaned forward to give the trembling lips a chaste kiss, hoping it would wash away whatever plaguing his beloved hunter's mind. Dante had never looked so broken and literally a broken mess before him. Now he was the very picture of a lost child, it worried the agent to no end. But Leon knew how to remedy the anguish, always knew.

"Dante?"

"Hmm?"

Leon grinned. The same grin he used when he had Dante wrapped around his little fingers, manipulating the half-demon to his own liking. Dante had to blink at that.

"Make love to me."

As night came, morning would soon follow after, not forgotten never to be left behind. Dante took a long sigh before he pressed their foreheads together. Leon, his forever little rascal.

"Anything you want." he smiled in the dark. Anything for him.

Dante Sparda didn't believe in the existence of god, but at a time like this, he prayed to Him, begging Him to never take the only person who held his heart in the palm of his hand.

Written by Wookie