#credante

“Shower’s hot big guy!” Dante called from, predictably, the shower. The tiled bathroom was steaming up already—he liked it hot—and, given that the water heater was almost as old as hewas, there was no guarantee it would last. He had at least payed all the appropriate bills for the month, so there was no danger of the water itself being shut off. Next on the list was the heater itself. Baby steps, he thought as he heard the approach of Credo’s footsteps.

Dante ducked back into the shower and stuck his head under the water, such that he did not hear what Credo pulled the curtain back and stepped in behind him. He certainly feltit as the man pressed his chest and hips to Dante’s rear and wrapped corded, scarred arms around him. Dante sighed under the water and then leaned his head back slowly. Conserving hot water was paramount in their home.

Good Morning – credante

Dante’s eyes fluttered open at the sudden in the bed shift next to him. Before he could protest, Credo had leaned over and was trailing kisses up his broad chest, to his collar bones, his neck, his jaw, and finally, satisfactorily, planting one right on the man’s lips.

“Maybe gettin’ up early isn’t so bad after all,” admitted the devil hunter, tangling his fingers in Credo’s soft chestnut hair and pulling him back in for another, deeper kiss.

“You aren’t up yet,” Credo warned, his lips hot against Dante’s, one hand sliding down the man’s body. “But it shouldn’t take long.”

They laughed together and kissed once more, slowly, as the rosy fingers of dawn pressed at the blinds and beckoned a new day.

Dante is accustomed to a warm welcome home, but this is excessive—and oh, doesn’t he revel in excess? He has, in fact, built a life and what some might call a career upon it. He closes his eyes and accepts his fate, pausing just long enough to drop his overnight bag and wrap his arms tightly around the man.

“Happy to see you too,” he informs Credo between kisses. Opening his mouth to continue, he finds himself struck dumb by the man’s eager mouth, the small kisses having evidently converged one long, deep one with a promise of so much more.

Dante feels his back hit the wall and a rush of electric heat lances up his spine, radiating outward to every corner of his body, his cells crackling with energy and desire. His arms wrap more tightly about Credo’s shoulders as he hitches one leg unashamedly over the man’s hip and draws him in closer.

“Hnm… yeah… Give it to me, big guy.”

Dante's lips curl into a sensual, devilish smile as he lifts his shirt to tease and entice. "Come an' get 'em, big boy."

He shambles in the door of his shop with a long sigh, shrugging out of his coat and hanging it on the tree nearby. His shoulders slump and he’s practically dragging Rebellion as he makes his way toward the back and a shower. Dante stinks of blood and other fluids and he cannot wait to be rid of it. He’s nearly reached the bathroom and cleanliness when Credo emerges, wrapped only in a towel, dry and beaming.

“The water bill was quite high last month,” he warns, moving close to his filthy lover, hands finding his waist. “I think we ought to be more conservative with its use, hm?”

Before Dante can shoot anything back, Credo’s lips find his and he leads the man by the mouth into their moderately-sized, shared bathroom. The shower is already going and the mirror is steamed up, seeing nothing of the deliberate disrobing which takes place.