Neither of them moved a muscle. Jules stayed still only because Nate did as well, and it wasn't until Nate whispered, "He can't see us if we don't move," that Jules realized what he was doing and still didn't budge.

Dante stomped his feet towards them, snatching the bottle of liquor from Jules' grip and examining it for a moment, seeing the other empty one nearby. There were many things Nate did to enrage him, but this was beyond fury. He was resisting the urge to simply engage Nate into a fight, wanting to beat him up terribly bad that all he could do next was listen. There was no logic in running away all alone, especially after what had happened with Wolf's side a day ago. It was dangerous and thoughtless, and as much as Dante loved Nate, it would've been easier if there wasn't a Nate to have to monitor.

And at this moment, there was no point in trying to reason with him since, "You're drunk." He settled the bottle on the living room table before folding his arms, narrowing his eyes at both of them who still hadn't moved an inch. "You're both drunk. This is no time for childish games, I can see you both and we have to go, Nate."

"Hm..." Nate placed both palms behind his head and smirked, staring at the furious Dante. Dante's gritted teeth made his jaw tighten every other second, which only made Nate nudge drunken Jules before whispering, "I told you he'd come."

"I really thought you'd be wrong," Jules murmured under his breath for only Nate to hear. "Hopefully I can leave without him seeing me."

That made Nate giggle as he leaned forward to grab the bottle Dante left on the table. "I'll distract him for you."

"You both think this is hilarious?" Dante was beyond livid, snatching the bottle again before Nate could grab it. He had only laid his hands on Nate a few times, and those times were all because Nate had punched him first. However, this was the first time he was the one who initiated the tussle, suddenly reaching for the collar of Nate's sweater and aggressively pulling him from the couch, lifting him to his feet. They were in a middle of a wreck, trying to figure out what to do with Lori, having a torture wheel threatened on them, and Reno exploding on Draco had been the icing on the cake. And here was Nate, seated in his apartment, drunk out of his mind. His patience had reached his limits, and he shoved Nate against the wall, pining him.

His eyes narrowed sharply. "Do you fucking realize how much danger we're in?" Nate rolled his eyes, which only made Dante grip him tighter. "We were ambushed by Wolf's guys last night, and you think it's fine to leave on your own?"

If Nate hadn't been drunk, his answer would've definitely been different. However, his mind wasn't able to take any of this seriously; Dante wasn't any threat to him. That was why he sneered, "Aren't I the one supposed to do this to you?" That made Dante's grip instantly loosen, in shock that Nate would ridicule him for that. "Choke you until you pass out so you can cum?"

They all heard Jules inhale a sharp breath, which made Nate burst out into a series of cackles. As for Dante, he had never been humiliated in such a way, that comment making him feel as if he was being tortured. After all he had withstand with Nate, this was that one comment that broke the camel's back and as much as he didn't want to say it, he couldn't take it anymore. "We're done."

At first, Nate took it as a comedy, shoving the weakened grasp of Dante away with a growing smile on his face. Since his mind was barely able to equalize itself, his shove made him stumble forward, his face heading for the floor. He knew Dante was going to catch him last second, he always saved him at the very last moment. Such a surprise when he landed forehead first on the wooden floor, feeling his mind turn into a blur for a couple seconds before he was finally able to regain his focus.

Dante didn't catch him.

Even worst, Dante was already grabbing the handle of the door to leave the apartment. "I'm leaving," he spat nastily and pointed towards Jules as he added, "and unless I'm seeing a ghost, you're coming with me." Jules nervously glanced around the room. "Yeah, I didn't forget about you. I'm dealing with you when we get back to the base."

That was when Nate realized he truly was serious and part of him didn't want to let him leave. The other part of him was still angry at the way he had been thrown out of the conference room when they were discussing Lori's fate, hence even though he wanted to make him stay, he wouldn't admit his wrongs.

"You can't be done," he shouted, struggling to lift himself onto his feet. It worked though, since Dante halted, exhaling a long sigh and turned around. The glare on his face made Nate stop for a second, one of the very few times he debated if pushing it further was in his best interest. It never was but he always did anyway. "After you did all of this to me, you can't leave yet. You haven't right your wrongs."

"I will be around, don't worry," Dante snarled, his eyes only growing darker. Without any further explanation, he pulled the door open, which only distressed Nate even more.

"You said that I'm the only person that could make you feel human," Nate shouted harshly, causing Dante to spin around on his heels. "Was that all a lie then?"

"Of course not—our arguments don't always have to resort to this, Nathan," Dante hissed, approaching Nate with a glare across his eyes. "It doesn't always have to be questioning our love for each other—"

Nate rolled his eyes. "Maybe it should since at this moment," he tilted his head to the side and spat, "I'm definitely questioning my love for you."

That caused Dante to chuckle incredulously, in disbelief that this was the resorting argument, even after they had had such a beautiful moment within one another's arms. Their souls were bound for life, that wasn't in question, but Nate always seemed to find the deepest, most haunting insult to hurt the one's around him. Even as Hercules, they still had feelings and could get hurt; Lucius was a prime example of that.

Dante didn't want to argue anymore, inhaling a sharp breath to withhold his composure. He decided to blame this hostile—and arrogant—Nate on the alcohol, that needed to be brought back to the base as soon as possible. The best way to do that was to attempt to reason with him. "How about we talk about it when we're back at the base?" Even though a grimace coiled Nate's face, filled with disgust and animosity, Dante still resisted the urge to lash out and forced a smile. "I'll sleep in your room tonight and we can—"

"After what you did today, I don't want you around at all." Nate smiled when he said that, his droopy eyes squinting even more.

Dante had to close his eyes for this one and exhale a couple large breaths. He was trying to best he can to be the changed person he vowed to be ever since Nate's injuries, but Nate did not make it easy whatsoever. Before, if he had to deal with any sort of nuisance or annoyance, he usually used it as an excuse to shoot them. "Nate," he grumbled in a low growl, pausing for a second before he continued, "I'm trying really hard to stay patient with you because I need to be better, but you're purposely egging me on."

Nate folded his arms. "You can't be better after what you've done to me."

It was as if Dante's entire existence had paused, merely standing there and observing Nate as if his mind had spiralled out of control that he couldn't react to any of the thoughts. That moment was when Nate, with his chin held high and his eyes narrowed, finally took the time to observe Dante's physical details, realizing how much he had changed.

The stress Dante had been experiencing was slowly getting to him, noticeable by the dark shadows under his eyes and the new ones under his cheekbones. He had lost weight, grown leaner and his eyes were sharper than they used to be. It was evident that he didn't know how to deal with Nate anymore and for his own health, he didn't want to anymore.

Dante decided to stop resisting; as much as he adored Nate, they were in danger being in this apartment and if they stayed here too long without reporting back to the base, then Draco may send more men out, which would ultimately result in more trouble. Thus, he decided to let Nate decided on his own what he wanted to do.

"Nate, I'm leaving," he said sternly. Without waiting for Nate's response, he again headed for the door. Nate, who assumed he blew it, felt his heart begin pounding against his chest. "Jules, I can see you. I get you're drunk but you need to stop acting like an idiot. Let's go, now."

"It's too late to hide myself now, so there's no point in resisting," he sighed, pushing himself from the couch only to stumble against the wall. That made him laugh, pointing at himself as he cackled, "How about you give me a picky-back ride?"

"Jules I swear if you..." Dante closed his eyes, inhaling a long breath before pushing out a gush of air. "Shut up and follow me. There's a chance I was followed coming here so we have to be—"

"You're really going to leave me here?" Dante sighed when he heard Nate's voice, but it was different than earlier. It had cracked, even though he tried to hide it, and as much as he wanted to resist Nate, there would always be a soft spot for him. "By myself?" he breathed. "You hate me that much?"

Dante shook his head, feeling a bit of guilt for leaving him behind. "Stop that; are you coming with us then?" Although he wanted to reach forward and wrap Nate into his arms, he folded his arms and kept his voice tight.

"No!" Nate yelled, furrowing his brows as if it was an idiotic question. "Of course I'm not fucking coming, not after the way you treated me!"

Dante shrugged his shoulders. "Then yes, I'm leaving you here."

"You're staying with me here." He started walking forward to them, which made Jules instantly leap to the side, avoiding the line of sight. The hostility between the two was way too intense that he wasn't sure what was going to happen next. When Dante heard the approaching footsteps, he turned to face him with a raised eyebrow. "I want to stay here and I don't want to be alone so you're staying."

Dante frowned; there was no getting through to drunken Nate. "We can't stay here Nate. For one, it's too dangerous, but most importantly, that'll piss off dad and we just got him off our backs so I don't want to piss him off—"

"Dad?" Dante was confused as why Nate's eyes bulged from his socket when that was mentioned. He seemed at a loss for words, swallowed hard before he gasped, "Wait...what do you mean dad? Draco's my dad?"

"Draco's your dad?" Jules blurted in shock. Then, he vigorously pointed between the both of them and whispered, "Aren't you two...isn't that..."

Dante lifted his palm and smacked it across the back of Jules head, hearing him groan as he leaned forward, grabbing his head. "How much did you two drink?" When his eyes returned to Nate and he realized the contortion of confusion hadn't left, he gritted his teeth and hissed through them, "No, Draco's not your fucking dad Nathan."

Nate didn't seem convinced, shrugging his shoulders and tilting his head to the side. Balancing while drunk was one of Nate's worst skill, hence he almost tipped over by tilting his head. "We can't really be sure since Melle didn't tell us the name and Judith slept with Draco."

"Judith slept with everyone," Dante hissed. "I even slept with her."

Jules wrinkled his nose in disgust. "You could be his father—"

"I will smack you both," Dante threatened. "You both are never allowed to get drunk again without supervision."

"Yes da—"

"Shut your fucking mouth," he snapped at Nate, stepping towards him and gripping his collar. Enough of the delay, they had to get going as soon as possible but there was practically nothing he could do with those two drunk minds not thinking straight. "You need to sober up. You're being annoying and it's driving me nuts."

"Nuts?" Jules snickered.

"I swear if you—"

"Alright, alright," Jules retreated, glancing towards Nate who had a lengthy smile on his face as well. "We're done, let's leave."

"No, because I don't trust you two outside of this apartment in this state." He shoved Nate towards the kitchen and began walking back towards Jules who raised his hands, showing that he was not willing to fight. "You two better start drinking water and you do it fast," he snarled, feeling the fury roaming across his body to a point that he didn't think he would be able to retract it. He was losing his composure already, forcefully grabbing Jules and shoving him towards the kitchen. "Sober up a bit. We need to be ready in case we get ambushed."

"I told you, I'm not leaving this—" His breathing fell short when he saw Dante tug at the collar of his own sweater, before grabbing the hem of it and pulling it over his shoulder.

The rage was making him warm up too fast to the point that he felt as if he couldn't breathe. He still had a tank top underneath and he began pacing around, his mind lost into thoughts of how he would solve this mess.

However, he didn't realize that Nate's drunken body was thinking with other things rather than his mind and he began gulping down water as if he never tasted it before. When the glass was empty, he slammed it on the counter and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "I'm ready."

"No you're not ready." Dante grabbed his empty glass and filled it again. "Your eye is barely open. Keep drinking."

"Who is your father, Nate?" Jules asked curiously with a frown. He quickly chugged his glass of water when Dante's narrowed stare turned to him for a second.

Nate shrugged his shoulders. "I killed Melle before she could tell me."

"You said you think it's Draco because Judith slept with him?"

Nate nodded his head. "But everyone has been calling her a whore so she had loads of partners. It's impossible to know who my father is at this point."

Before Jules could respond, Nate started chuckling when he noticed Dante's jaw tighten, squeezing his teeth together. Jules only realized it when he glanced in his direction and he said, "Oh come on, I'm just asking questions."

"You should be drinking water."

"I need to take a break, my stomach will burst," he retorted, which made Dante need to leave the room for a moment or else he would choke both of them. Jules returned his focus to Nate and hissed, "He needs to relax, people get drunk all the time."

"I think it has something to do with the fact that we're both not supposed to be here. Especially you," Nate snorted, giggling a little before he sipped from his next cup of water. He didn't feel the water start having an effect yet, but at least he could hold the cup of water without almost dropping it to the floor.

"Judith wasn't a whore, by the way," Jules nudged reassuringly, smiling towards Nate who seemed confused by that statement. "You said everyone's been calling her a whore. She wasn't a whore, or at least that's what my father told me about her. I was still in the womb before she got taken but my dad told me the story."

Nate furrowed his brows. "Wolf knows Judith?"

"Knows her?" Jules chuckled as if it was a rhetorical question. "He was practically in love with her. Along with my mother, of course."

Both of them laughed, each finishing their cup of water and seeing that Dante had returned to the room. He had been able to calm down, put on his sweater again and was leaning by the counter, watching them drink their water. He was also listening to their conversation, which he was pleased wasn't a bunch of silly jokes.

"In love with her?" Nate grinned, shaking his head. "I'm not surprised, she's had that effect on a few people."

Jules exhaled a sigh. "She was only allowed to sleep with him when she was with us. And then she got kidnapped by King, the leader of the Hercules back then, and that was the end of it."

Both of them chuckled, Nate in disbelief that only the leader made her available to him. Even Dante couldn't help but crack a smile. However, soon enough, both the smiles of Nate and Dante fell and they turned to one another, their eyes widened in shock. Jules noticed the tension in the room reach an all time high, the silence that suddenly surfaced, and he stopped drinking his cup of water, glancing between the two of them.

"Our troop wasn't paying attention to their prisoners, so Judith and I began to ran," Mell had explained. "But her water broke while we were trying to escape. She was too weak to continue to run, so she asked me to help her give birth and escape with the baby so at least the baby would have a chance to a good life. I never had the chance to escape."

"King found me with you, Nate. He said he liked me since my survival instincts were 'appealing'. Said I'd be of good use to him and brought me back to his base. He had brought other people too, but he took a liking to me. The minute I arrived to the base, they took you away from me."

"When King was killed, I used that opportunity to run away with you from the Hercules base. They had taking good care of you, surprisingly. Not the members but the women they brought in. I left this city and settled hours away from here. I started working and had to bring you to work, then I had enough to pay for daycare, then I started going to school part-time and I tried my very best to make sure you were happy, Nathan."

Before they could say anything, they heard the door barge open. "Lucius, I know you're in here! You have to be in here!"

Author's Note:

A few were confused so let me explain straight-forward. Judith was at Wolf's base. She only slept with Wolf. Got pregnant with Nate. Gave birth to Nate. Melle took Nate, but was kidnapped by King when she was escaping.

So Nate is Wolf's son.