blue_bells

Lost sleep + project management = untitled Dante/Myers.

» Title: Untitled 1.0
» Author:

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» Fandom: Hellboy, Devil May Cry
» Rating: G
» On Going (WIP)/One-off/Series Name: One-off
» Classification(s): Drabble, humour
» Warnings: Donut and caffeine worship, and big, dumb devils.
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Dante/Myers, Abe
» Summary: There is no eating or drinking in the library, but we must, at all times, resist the urge to shoot violators.

If Liz could do it, he could to it.

It was not a question of ability.

John Myers couldn't summon lashes of fire or induce the BPRD's prize asset to submit to his every whim -- Liz could keep that one. He had never seen Liz practice or confront with hand-to-hand combat, that was one thing he had on her, but that didn't seem her style. Liz Sherman fought fire with a blazing inferno, with great reluctance and only as a last resort when diplomacy, Abe's wiles, intelligence and Hellboy's battering mode of interrogation fell short. Although Liz had left the BPRD on many occasions to find where she could fit in the "real" world, she inevitably returned to the people who would always welcome and find a place for her among them.

Now she had found a place beside Hellboy... a demon; a man who was proud, honourable and suitably fireproof.

If she could do it, Myers certainly could.

Myers was resolute and just as... sturdy, but the next time Dante elbowed him in the back might be the time his spine finally gives out. Dante seemed determined to prove Myers was not the mere human he was born as, acting like Myers might actually survive the jump from thirty floors when Dante tugged him along. Dante had his moments of sensitivity, but his overbearing inconsideration was difficult to stomach; this was no secret.

So, maybe part of it was a question of capability – at least, the ability to ensure Dante’s ego didn’t push him off the roof. Another part of it was entitlement: Myers was at liberty to have a relationship – err, not a word to be uttered around Dante – with anyone he chose (except Liz, as of recent events); even if that person was a devil of terrible legend, a market competitor, and the most lewd, vulgar, creature of conceit Myers had ever met.

Dante was not officially permitted on any grounds of the federal bureau, but he always found a way in. Many a time of aggravation, Myers was awfully tempted to alert the trespasser to security himself. Technically speaking, he was part of security… and he did have a gun….

"Myers, I believe this relationship has been," Abe paused his gesture and glanced at the bookshelves as he searched for the word, "character-building. As your fellow agent and confidante, I will support your decision if you decide to continue allowing Dante to be a part of your life."

Myers looked up from the tomes he and Abe had been studying for the last six hours; he had heard the ‘if’. "You’re coming to a ‘but’."

Abe appraised the rotten egg in his palm and his teeth sunk in delicately. "But why are you ambivalent?"

Myers sighed and slumped back in his chair. "Are you asking why I’m still with him?"

"Dante doesn’t need – or desire – the charity of your sympathies, I hope you know."

Myers frowned thoughtfully. "He brings me donuts."

"That is largely my point."

The frown turned distasteful. "I hate donuts."

"Ibid."

Myers blinked and examined the blue apparition paddling about the library tank that appeared to be Abe, the agent, the empath. "He also brings me coffee. It works well for me, Red cleans up the donuts." He sat up suddenly and turned his full attention to the tank. "Abe, I think it’s the thought that I like."

"You like the thought of appearing smooth and intimidating by dating an obnoxious devil?"

"Hey, that’s not what I meant and --"

"Of course, I know…. " Abe sighed lightly and resumed to paddle in disappointment. "You’re easy."

Myers muted the beginnings of a sigh. "Dante has no idea about… well, I still appreciate the small gestures. He’s so inconsiderate the rest of the time."

The large, bolted doors of the library swung open and the tread of heavy boots signalled the entry of a familiar silver-haired devil. Dante took one look around the library and hummed in delight when his eye settled on Myers, who had not bothered to turn in his chair and welcome the harbinger of caffeine.

With great flourish, Dante dumped the box of pastry delights beside whatever ugly book Myers had pointedly engrossed himself in. "Guess what I brought you?"

Myers glanced at the box of Krispy Kremes and managed a half-smile. "Thank you, Dante."

Dante’s smile dissolved at the lackluster praise and he set down the tray of coffee with little ceremony. "A little bird told me you were working all night, so I brought you double. No need to thank ‘the great’, John – "

"It’s little mystery why they have never thrown you out," Abe murmured, mostly to himself, but Dante heard and ignored it as he watched John leap on the coffee like a starving man in the desert.

John’s smile was broad when he finally looked at Dante, hands wrapped firmly around his elixir. "Thank you, Dante!"

A fine selection of dejected obscenities were propositioning themselves to Dante as he stared at his federal boyfriend who was already reaching for him, expression glazed. Dante, instinctively happy to oblige, leaned down, but changed his mind at the last moment and stuffed his mouth with a donut instead.

"Mm, sugar."

Myers did a funny impression of Abe, blinking up at him in confusion with a slight frown, then turned away before Dante could poke him in the forehead and inhaled his first round of coffee. Dante smiled heartily around a mouthful of warm pastry sin.

Tired of being ignored Abe sighed, dramatic, yet regal, and announced: "That’s it! I’m leaving for the pool – pray I don’t find any crumbs when I get back."

"Wait, I’ll – " Myers had risen half out of his seat, but Abe was already gone. The agent sighed and turned his back to the offending devil. "Nice work, Dante."

"He didn’t want no donuts!"