Vylante OneShots

We're Alright (SFW)

Originally Published: December 9, 2018
Note: This doesn't hold true to the headcanon timeline I have, but it's cute anyway so here you are.

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Summary: Dante questions himself and his relationship with Vylad because he thought he was just straight all his life

1200 Words
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He was so freaking confused.

He wasn't sure what the hell he was feeling, or if any of it was even true. He couldn't even fall asleep last night. His new partner passed out almost immediately, careless about something that bothered Dante so much.

Dante's hand reluctantly fell to his partner's shoulder, tracing possessively down the side of their body. They were still sound asleep, eyes with long lashes and lips plump. Their hair was cropped short, but it was messy and obviously hardly taken care of, often a victim to hats.

Dante propped himself up on his elbows, taking his hand away in slight disgust. What the hell was he doing? They were... a guy. Dante just slept with a guy. All his life he was certain he was just into girls. I mean, it was pretty darn obvious that he was. But now...

Vylad groaned in a stretch next to him, flipping over onto his other side, his back to Dante. He groaned to himself, so confused with himself and who he even was anymore. Was he bi?

Dante rubbed his eyes furiously, annoyed with the fact he didn't get any sleep thinking about it and that this was so confusing. His heart beat faster when he looked at him, and seeing Vylad asleep next to him made him unexplainably happy.

But maybe he and Vylad just weren't meant to be? He didn't even know if Vylad liked him back, or if this was just a one-time thing. This wouldn't be Dante's first "one-time thing." But it was Vylad and Vylad was a dude and Vylad seemed like the type with legitimate standards.

Vylad stirred beside him, yawning as he woke. He turned back to face Dante, eyes blinking open slowly as they readjusted to the light coming in from the windows. He gave a small, unsure smile. He was probably just as confused as Dante was.

The look on his face when Dante asked for him to sleep in the same bed had been just as confused. Dante had been drunk, and Vylad had been a little tipsy, so with their drunken states of minds, they decided that sharing a bed was a good idea.

"Morning.." He mumbled, burrowing his face into his covers. Dante's cheeks went a tint of pink at the gesture.

"Morning, Vylad," He mumbled, voice hoarse from sleep. Dante turned his head, eyes locking with Vylad's. Neither moved for at least a minute, staring into the other's eyes. Vylad blinked slowly before he averted his gaze.

"Dante.. what was last night?" He murmured softly as if he were embarrassed by it. Dante sighed and shook his head in frustration.

"I don't.. know.." He whispered, turning to Vylad again. "I don't know if that was real. Is it wrong that I feel things like this? Is it wrong that I might like you when I've only crushed on girls all my life? Vylad I have no idea what I'm even--" He cut off, huffing in exasperation.

"I don't think it's wrong.." Vylad mumbled, voice quiet and high-pitched. "If it helps... I like you too... if you want this to be a thing." he murmured even softer, retreating further under the covers. "But I don't know either.. I've never even been in a relationship before."

Dante softened at the younger male's sympathy, and gave a sigh of relief, evidently dropping the weight off his chest. He heaved himself to his forearms, and crawled over to Vylad, pinning the sides of his head with his hands.

Vylad peeked out from beneath the covers curiously, eyes expectant. Dante lowered himself onto the smaller man, lips fitting with his, ignoring all signs of dreaded morning breath. Vylad's hands snaked out from underneath the blankets around Dante's neck, pulling him closer.

Dante pulled away a few inches, still unsure if he wanted to do this.

"Dante," Vylad asserted, making the bluenette's eyes meet his. "You're ok. This is ok. You don't need to be afraid. I'm here and if you think you love me then I... uh... love you too." Vylad attempted to soothe, cheeks turning red, arms still wrapped around Dante's neck.

Dante leant down again, sharing a kiss with Vylad donning his own small smile. Dante's body shifted to align his hips with Vylad's, the boy's legs wrapping happily around Dante's lower-thighs. Vylad's hands traced down Dante's neck to his collarbone, his fingers soft as Dante mercilessly overpowered him, taking his lips.

Both boys pulled away with a small pop, heaving for air as Dante pulled away from their quick make-out session. "Vylad, I want to see you again." Dante choked, hardly believing the words coming out of his mouth.

Vylad offered a small, sympathetic smile, sitting up. "I think that can be arranged."

Dante chuckled and let Vylad push him off of him. He got up to look through a dresser, looking through clothes. The boy, Dante noticed, loved wearing oversized almost girly styled clothing, and threw on a new sweater.

Dante got up from the bed, footsteps leading him behind Vylad who was fixing himself in a mirror situated atop the said dresser. His hands grabbed the edge of the counter, trapping Vylad by his hips. Dante pressed against the shorter male, chin resting on his shoulder.

Vylad giggled, trying to dodge out of the taller man's grasp before Dante planted a quick kiss to his cheek. Vylad turned, meeting Dante's lips with his own for a few seconds.

"I want to see you again as in be my boyfriend, Vylad." Dante corrected himself, his voice a whisper in his ear. Vylad giggled an okay and broke out of his grasp. "I mean it," Dante said again as if he were reassuring himself this time.

Vylad, now a few feet away, just smirked mischievously, obviously thrilled by the look of his face that he was actually in a relationship. The boy's cute demeanor screwed with Dante, making him heat up. Dante took a deep breath, letting himself exhale this new insecurity he'd probably deal with on the daily...

It was ok to just be, right? It's not like he needed to directly identify with anything. He could just be with Vylad, and that was that, right? Vylad was his boyfriend now. Vylad was his and they could go out on dates and get drunk and do things they regretted together. He didn't have to be gay or straight.. this was fine.

Vylad threaded both of his hands with Dante's, pulling him out of his confused train of thought.

"My brother's going to kill you, by the way, if this becomes a thing," Vylad smirked, totally catching Dante off guard. Dante shook his head, and just chuckled, giving his hands a squeeze.

"Well, he's going to have to deal, isn't he?"

Vylad laughed and hugged Dante around his torso. "I accept, then, if that wasn't clear."