Title: Devils' Halloween – Candy X-rated version
Author: IsaacSapphire
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Wordcount: 3,000 total
Pairing(s): Nero/Dante, Dante/Nero
Warnings: Incest (?), reversible, yaoi (gay), bad language, anal, light bloodplay
Disclaimer: I don't own Dante, Nero, or the Devil May Cry universe. Capcom does. I just write free advertisements for them. Go buy DMC stuff now. I'm not making any money from this.
Summery: Nero spends Halloween with Dante. What sort of trouble can two devils get into with candy? Uke!Dante.
A/N: Capcom has not clarified the likely familial relationship between Dante and Nero, which is alternately theorized as father/son, brothers, uncle/nephew (from an identical brother, so genetically no different from father/son), some stripe of cousin, or, in the most convoluted theory, Nero is a clone of Dante's father. Yeah. Of course, they could be cousins far enough out for it to not count as incest…
There are slight textual variants between this version and the one posted on DA and AFF. Considered this the penultimate version. I suffer from an inability to stop revising stuff.
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Darkness was slowly creeping across the city as the sun fell on the last day of October, Halloween. Two not-entirely-human men sat in the office of a rather Halloween-y business, Devil May Cry.
"Did you ever go trick or treating when you were a kid?" The question had popped out of Nero's his mouth before he thought about it the wisdom or lack thereof of asking it.
Dante glanced at him over his magazine at the boy. "No. When I was living at home I didn't even know about trick or treating. I suspect mom thought it would be too tempting for us to do something that might attract attention. Later… I was a little preoccupied with survival. Although I did get mistaken for a trick or treater a few times. About the only day of the year when people won't hassle you for going around with an arsenal strapped on. Did you?"
"No. I was always told that it was evil."
"Ah, the trials of a religious upbringing."
The companionable silence continued and the shadows got longer. Nero was flipping through a dog-eared copy of Guns and Girls for the fifth time when another question occurred to him, this one a bit more pertinent and defensible. "Do you have any candy?"
"Candy? Why, you want some?"
"Don't you get any trick or treaters here? You have to have something for the little terrorists."
Dante snorted. "Ever since the year I was drunk and Devil Triggered to chased off a bunch of teenagers who were trying to egg the place no one's dared bug me. Plus, this isn't exactly the good part of town; smart people don't let their kids come down here."
Right on cue, there was a knock at the door. "I didn't order pizza yet…"
Nero went over and opened the door. Predictably, a gaggle of costumed children stood outside. "Hang on a sec."
Nero walked quickly toward his knapsack. "How many years ago was that old man?" He pulled a bag of funsized candy out and went back to the door. Nero carefully opened the bag with his Devil Bringer before opening the door and handing the candy out to a sweat-suit sheep, a vampire, a solider, a pitchfork wielding red devil, a sheet-ghost, a superhero from that summer's blockbuster, and a goldfish.
Later, after the pizza arrived, a group of older kids showed up as well, including several scantily clad preteen girls. Dante blatantly ogled them. Nero continued to be the one handing out the candy and he pointedly gave the young ladies extra candy, hopping they would get fat.
Finally, it seemed that the trick or treaters had all gone to bed. Nero had one candy bar left and he carefully unwrapped it He sauntered up to Dante and grinned, then held the candy bar in his teeth by one end. The boy wagged his head, taunting the older devil hunter. Dante was up in a flash, biting at the candy. Or trying to rather; Nero jumped back and the older man's teeth snapped shut on air.
A bit annoyed, Dante leapt forward again, this time intent on grabbing the boy before attacking the candy. Nero, already unbalanced from his hop back, couldn't move fast enough to evade. Instead, Dante collided with the kid, knocking him to the floor and landing on top of him, exactly as he had planed. Quite satisfied with himself, the half-demon leaned down and bit off as much as he could of the chocolate bar, brushing Nero's lips with his own in the process.
Nero quickly swallowed the sliver of chocolate left in his mouth and started struggling. Dante was caught by surprise by the younger man's ferocity and initially Nero was able to flip them so he was on top. Dante fought back playfully, perfectly happy to leash his strength to prolong the contest. It took Nero a little while to realize what the older man was doing, but when he did he was even more furious, using every dirty trick he knew to overpower him. Dante, on the other hand, was trying to turn the wrestling into a make-out session, pulling at clothes, taking every opportunity for a lick, grope, caress, or gentle bite.
Finally, the increasingly bright glow of the Devil Bringer clued Dante in that Nero wasn't having as much fun as he was. In response, he pinned the boy's arms to the floor above his head, sitting on him just below his crotch, legs wrapped under his. It was a basic pin, but also quite sensual, a fact that was not lost on either of the demon hunters. Nero didn't stop struggling, even though it was obvious it wasn't going to do any good. He was getting increasingly turned on, but that just made him more pissed off.
Dante leaned forward to nuzzle his face, but pulled back when Nero snapped his teeth at him. "Hey now, what's the matter?"
"You jumped me!"
"Kid, what did you expect to happen when you pulled that stunt with the candy, hmm?"
"You were looking at those girls." Nero tried to sound accusing, but the hurt came out in his voice.
"What, and you weren't? I can look all I want."
"But you're supposed to be with me."
"Nero, where am I right now?"
"Sitting on me." The boy accented his response by bucking and trying to throw Dante off. Trying being the operative word.
"And where are those girls?"
"I don't know."
"Not here though, right?"
The boy nodded reluctantly in agreement.
"And do you know why?"
Nero shook his head.
Dante released his hands and sat up. "Because they're *boring*. I can tell you right now exactly what a night with one of them would be like, because it's always the same; first they go like this…" The older hunter dropped his shoulders, tilted his head up and to the side, batted his eyelashes, and changed to a high-pitched, nasal tone. "'Oh, you're so strong and handsome and I desperately want you to fuck me but I'm going to be a pain in the ass about it and make you buy me drinks and sweet talk me before I let you so much as feel me up.' And then when I manage to get one of them into bed she goes like this…" Dante rolled off of Nero and flopped on the ground on his back like he was making a snow angel; arms raised and legs spread. "'I'm just going to lie here and make you do all the work and I'd never dream of taking the initiative or doing much of anything at all because I'm just lazy.' Really, what's the fun…"
Nero pounced on him, kneeling between his legs and kissing the half-devil roughly, then started to pull off his shirt.
"Case in point. You surprise me with stuff like this. You challenge me. Who else isn't going to be too in awe of my awesomeness?"
"Shut up old man. You're ruining the mood." He finished getting Dante topless and started licking and biting at his neck, intent on marking him for at least a little while.
Dante moaned in appreciation, arching up into the younger hunter, pulled his hoodie off, ran his hands along the boy's sides. Nero continued to dominate their making out; forceful kissing, self-assured caresses, and nips all down his torso. When he started pulling Dante's pants off though, the half-devil put a hand on his. "Stop."
"What?!"
Dante grinned. "The lube's in the center drawer of the desk."