Vylante OneShots

Nervous (SFW)

872 Words

Vylad wasn't one to panic.

Like, sure, he sometimes got anxious when he didn't understand what someone was saying in a different language and had to ask them to repeat themselves fifty times, or whenever his plane got delayed, but he never panicked.

Dante turned around, and pressed a glass of water into his folded hands. He mumbled a thanks, tense as ever as he sat in one of Dante's dining room chairs. He looked to his hands as Dante slid into a chair across from him, biting his lip feverishly as he tried to think about what he was going to say.

He had just gotten back from Spain, and instead of texting his mother or any of his brothers.. he texted Dante. Even while he was in Spain he had had multiple conversations with Dante over text, some of them lasting hours...

But it was really, really strange.

Now he was here sitting with him, and.. it was different in person. In text they could be as flirty or whatever the hell they wanted to be to one another as much as they wanted, but in person Vylad was shy to admit that they may or may not have kissed.

Dante was a polar opposite, sitting almost entirely relaxed in his seat, legs spread and as slouched as one physically could be. But one look at his eyes would tell him that that wasn't the case.

Vylad dared to glance up, a tad embarrassed that Dante had been staring at him. Dante was bearing a hole into the side of his head.

"Are you okay?" Dante asked, relieving little of the tension. But at least one of them spoke and it didn't have to be Vylad.

"Uh. Yeah. I'm fine." Vylad lied, taking a defiant sip of his water with a shaky hand.

"Okay," Dante shrugged after a few seconds. He was thinking about pressing the subject and calling him out but thought better of it. He didn't want to see what would happen if he did call him out. "You wanna do something other than sitting here?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder to stare at his luggage that hadn't moved from the front door. "Move in?" He said, gesturing to the case. Vylad nodded eagerly, relieved to have an excuse to get up.

"Here, uh— I'll carry your stuff. It's pretty heavy, huh?" Dante smiled unevenly, brushing past him to grab the bags.

Vylad nodded, watching him, and mindlessly followed him up the stairs. This was the guy he'd spent months on end with. The guy he'd lived with not only in Italy but also in this house. And, truth be told, Vylad hadn't expected their relationship to proceed in the way it did. But he didn't mind. Dante was a good looking guy. He just didn't know for sure if Dante even liked guys.

They paused at the top of the stairs, and Vylad almost ran straight into Dante's back.

"What's wrong?" He asked, peering over his shoulder. Dante hesitated at that, trying to think of what he could say.

"What room do you wanna go into?" Dante asked, not daring to meet his eyes. Vylad started at that. He hadn't thought this through.

All they've done is kiss once, and "flirt" for hours over the phone. Did that mean anything?

"Uhm," Vylad said aloud, stuttering and going red. "I.."

"I'm alright if you wanna stay with me." Dante said, and Vylad swore his voice cracked a little but decided to dismiss it.

"Okay.." Vylad muttered, rubbing his arm as Dante heaved his bags into his bedroom. And now he was panicking again. This was all moving a little more than too fast for him, but the butterflies in his chest told him that this was new and that it was okay. It was fine, right?

"Oookay, lets go down and watch a movie or something." Dante said, clapping his hands together. Vylad nodded slowly, moving to lean against the door frame of the bedroom. Dante stepped forward and stopped, leaning against the opposite frame.

He didn't say anything, and matched Vylad's gaze as he stared. He wasn't used to any of this. Number one, none of his relationships involved him becoming friends with the person first, and number two this was Vylad. A really nice guy, and also his best friend's incredibly smart younger brother. To Dante, he was unpredictable. So him staring at him with no sort of warning kinda put him on edge.

And he didn't really know what to do. By this point, he would have slept with the person he was trying to get with, as vulgar as that sounds. But by this point he knew Vylad as a person first, and now they were at that awkward stage where, oh no, we kissed, but does that mean anything other than us being friends?

Vylad gave him a small smile.

"I— I don't know why, but I'm nervous." Vylad admitted, diverting his gaze and letting his cheeks flare bright pink. Dante's eyes softened.

"Me too." He agreed, rubbing the back of his head. "Here let's—" he grabbed his hand. "Let's just go downstairs for a bit, hm?"

Vylad giggled nervously. "O-Okay."