It wasn't that, though. He wished it could happen. He never got to hear that phrase, 'I love you,' and have it mean something. He felt his throat grow dry and tight as he leaned his head against Gabriel's. "I'm sorry... I need to fix this curse before I can love you back. I... I really wish I could, Gabe..."

"G-Gabe..." Dante watched that man in his pain, baffled. He was never good at this kind of thing. Wasn't it... weird, though? Gabriel would be in love with a boy. They couldn't love each other like this, could they?

The next thing he knew, Gabriel was hanging over the toilet sick. He jumped to his feet and rushed over. He placed a hand on the man's back, listening the the dry heaving with a bit of nausea building up on himself. "I'm sorry..." He muttered again, feeling only more helpless. He was makng Gabriel sick now? "I shouldn't be treating you like this."

Dante watched Gabriel. He didn't know what to do. This was... terrible. His eyes glued to the floor as his insides twisted and plummeted. He heard Gabriel speak again, hardly looking up to the man, though. "I see..." He muttered before grinning weakly up at him. "Aren't we both quite the pair..." Torn, beaten, wounded just as much emotionally as physically. His hand unconsciously reached for his throat as he looked away again. "I just... I'm not used to feeling so happy. It's scaring me a bit, but... I really like being around you." He turned away and sighed heavily. He wasn't used to this either, speaking so much from the heart.

Dante was in awe. He stared at Gabriel in silence until a smile graced his lips. He walked up to Gabriel, moving between the man's legs in order to wrap his arms around him. "I enjoy it more when we're alone." He muttered nuzzling closer to the man. "I never wanted to share you."

"A-Ah...!" Dante struggled a bit as he felt his feet leave the air. He gripped Gabriel's shirt in order to stay comfortable until finally, he was on top of the other. He stared back at Gabriel, a bit of blush covering his cheeks.

right as Gabriel began playing with his hair, he practically melted, his eyes closing as his body relaxed. "Ga-... Gabe..." He swallowed, then moved closer, nuzzling into Gabe's neck. "Thank you... for being able to stand me."

Dante sighed, stroking the other's chest. He was saying those things again. He suddenly gripped Gabriel, pulling his shirt closer as blush covered his face. No matter how many times it was said, he bet the results would always be the same with this man. His body tingled, his heart raced, and he never planned to let this bit of happiness he had free. "G-Gabe..." He muttered nervously before hiding his face. Could... could he say it...?

"I..." He huffed hoarsely, gripping the man's shirt tighter. He closed his eyes tight, his throat constricting and burning. He forced himself to breath deep before pushing himself up to hover over Gabe and stare down at him. "I-... er... I..." His face went red as his voice grew even weaker with every attempt. He couldn't do it! He closed his eyes before grinning weakly down at Gabriel. "I'm a bit chilly... can we get under the blankets...?"

Dante lay awake, frustrated and embarrassed. After Gabriel he lost to sleep, he pulled the sheets over his head, hiding from the world.He stayed like this for awhile, trying to figure himself out. Finally, though, he peeked out from under the sheets and pressed his lips against Gabriel's. "Goodnight, love...." His face went furiously red, glad that Gabriel had been fast asleep. He rested against the man, closing his eyes and relaxing in the warmth of it all. Maybe someday he could say it while Gabriel was conscious...

[[look, i'm not dead xD]]
Lukas was sore, the last week of work had been all manual work that was hard even for him. He lifted his packs off of Strigur and dropped them on the stable floors. He tended to her real quick petting her muzzle before heading towards the Inn. His stomach rumbled a bit. He'd need food that was a sure thing. He reached in the fridge and grabbed a few things making himself a sandwich and took a few bites heading with his bags up to the room.

((*glomps* w00t for not being dead :P ))

Oni heard footsteps coming toward the room and became even more frightened. He tried to tell himself it was probably just Dante or someone from the Inn. However, his mind kept hold on the kidnapping and he was terrified. He began crying more and rocking himself as he shook. He didn't know what to do.

(( wow this is gonna be interesting since at the moment he can only speak and understand italian, haha
page 620 post #9288 is a little summary of what happened))

[[well lukas has been all over the world, but he'd only know a little lol]]

Lukas opened the door and threw the bags on the floor turning on the light and stretching his muscles out. He looked around the room afterward having not really looked to see if Oni was there or not.

Oni heard someone come in the room and flip the switch. He curled up tighter as he cried. He knew whoever it was would find him. He didn't know who brought him to the bed when he had hidden in the closet. Now he wished he was still there. He figured the best thing to do now was beg. In a small sad voice he said through the blankets, in Italian, "Please don't hurt me, please."

[[chiky babe check Bound :P]]

"Oni? Is that... Italian...Why would I hurt you?" He said moving to the bed and sitting on the edge. He looked at the blanket, "It's Lukas..." He poked at the blanket a little.

((uh dun really know how to respond to humming Jessehboo))

Oni did not understand the words but he knew who the voice belonged to. He hurriedly crawled out of the blankets and threw his arms around Lukas desperately clinging to him. He was crying but now happy tears as he said in a rush," Oh Lukas I'm so happy your back. They bad men from the facility came and took me and Dante away. They hurt us and did things to us. The Director messed with my head and now it's making me learn all kinds of stuff but it's scary. "

[[mehh D:
iedited it :P]]