Leto

*Note: I do not own Dante or any of the characters from the Devil May Cry universe. They belong to Capcom. Leto belongs to me. This is also my first story in a while, and if you have any tips for me, please send me a message. I wouldn't want for you to post a critique as a review. If I take the critique into consideration and edit the story accordingly, the critique would then make no sense. Again, I don't care what you say in your review, but be respectful. Respect goes a long way, and if you give it, I give it back. You don't have to like what I write, I just ask that you respect me, as we are writers and readers. I also know what a critique is and also what 'constructive criticism' is. Please do not assume that I am an idiot. I also appreciate when people listen to my polite requests.

Disclaimer: This fic has a lot of crude words. It also has a lot of crude phrasing. Nothing is described flowery, or even remotely pretty. It was my intention that the grittiness of the story itself would reflect the characters and the setting. As this is the first chapter, I will not be revealing everything about Leto. The fic is called Leto because it is about him and his time with Dante. The first chapter is simply a slice of their life together. It gets interesting, I promise.


Dante was laid over the arm of his couch, his legs allowed to sag uselessly on the floor. His face was in the couch cushion, his arms just as uselessly draped over his head.

When Leto returned to see the devil hunter draped across the couch in such utter unhappy defeat, he barked a laugh and came up behind him. "Come on, legs." he said.

Dante sighed. He pushed himself up so that his feet were against the ground and so that he didn't look like he playing dead on the couch anymore. "I really don' wanna." he groused.

Leto only shushed him and said that he knew.

Who wouldn't give an arm to see Dante draped over his couch, naked, his ass presented perfectly?

Leto stood back to admire Dante, the latter glowering at the couch cushion.

"You gonna stop being an asshole?" Dante growled.

Leto grinned and shushed Dante.

The devil hunter heard nothing, no cap being popped and sighed as he waited. Apparently Leto was going to drag this privilege out, and abuse it to its fullest. He'd remind Leto that because he was an asshole toda— Leto's hands were on his ass, smoothing what felt a lot like— "Baby oil?" Dante asked.

Leto grinned and dripped some more on Dante's ass, smoothing it over his creamy cheeks. "Like a baby's butt, you gotta feel this." he said and grabbed one of Dante's hands, placing it on the devil hunter's own ass.

"Wow yeah." Dante marveled, but his hand was batted away the instant he'd spoken. Dante sighed and let Leto have his fun, flinching a bit as Leto's fingers swiped down his crack and up against his hole.

Leto poured more baby oil on Dante, right in the cleft of his cheeks.

Dante slapped the cushion in annoyance. "Dammit Leto, that shit is getting on my balls…" he complained.

Leto rolled his eyes and apologized, slicking Dante up one last time before he oiled up his dick. "Ready?" he asked Dante.

"No." Dante groaned and hung his head, knowing that "No" meant "Yes" in this situation.

Leto sighed, making a comment under his breath about how he didn't complain about taking it from Dante, and how the devil hunter was way bigger than him.

Leto wasn't as big as Dante, (who had a freakishly large penis) but to Dante's near-virgin ass (he'd let Leto do this about four times before), he was big enough.

Carefully Leto pushed into Dante, but once he'd gotten the head of his cock in, Dante was already panicking.

"Oh God no no, I can't do this." the older man said, trying to push himself away from Leto.

Leto sighed and ran a hand up and down Dante's back. "Relax, I'll go get the lube too." Leto said, leaving Dante there to thank God there was still some delay between his ass and Leto's invading dick.

He didn't get too much time to relax, because Leto's fingers were sliding against his hole again, inside it. Dante winced. Leto's fingers weren't as bad as his cock, but… Dante generally didn't like anything up his ass. The devil hunter was about to ask what the hell Leto thought he was doing when he felt the other man's fingers slide out and Leto's cock slide up against his ass. "Mmn Leto… what are you doing?" he asked.

Leto smiled. He knew Dante liked being rimmed, and loved it when Leto played with his taint a little. He also knew that Dante was really not looking forward to being fucked right now. So, to make things easier, he was going to soften him up a bit. "Shut up, you talk too much." Leto said, sliding his hands down Dante's ass to rub at his inner thighs, the sides of his hands barely skimming the devil hunter's cock.

Enjoying himself, Dante didn't get time to panic as Leto slid in a second time. He got out a "wait no—", but Leto was shushing him, pulling out a little to push back in, further, and slowly slid in until the soft flesh of Dante's ass was pressed against his stomach.

Dante was huffing, but he wasn't cussing, which was a good sign.

"Feel good?" Leto asked.

Dante snorted rudely. "No, but it doesn't feel bad." he answered.

Behind him, Leto was grinning. He'd get the devil hunter used to taking it, hell, he might even manage to make him like it!

"How does it feel?" Leto asked. He needed to know. He wanted to see how far he had to go before Dante started being eager to get fucked.

Dante, had he heard Leto's thoughts, would have kindly informed the younger man that he would never be eager to get fucked.

"It feels… fine." Dante said, which was useless to Leto, because 'fine' didn't really mean anything.

"Fine how?" Leto asked.

Dante growled in irritation. "Fine. It doesn't hurt. I don't like it, but it's not bad." he said.

"Oh." Leto said.

This was why Dante preferred that he was the one doing the fucking. There was no awkward conversation about 'how it felt'. When Dante was behind Leto, both of them knew how 'it' felt. The only conversation between them was a chorus of cusses and groans, maybe even a little dirty talk, to shake things up.

Dante rolled his eyes and slid his feet closer to the couch to push himself up a bit higher on the arm of it. Leto took this as an opportunity to grab him by his neck and pull him up into a kiss. It was more like Dante puffing breaths into the younger man's mouth, but it was whatever floated Leto's boat at the moment.

Dante just wanted him to finish.

Leto abandoned Dante's mouth and the devil hunter leaned forward, rolling his eyes skyward and muttering to the God of Pizza and Beer about how he'd never waste beer or pizza again (as if he did…) if they helped him out here.

Leto was in the zone though. Dante was tight (and Dante had told him he'd punch him in the mouth if he ever said it out loud) and just being able to look down at the devil hunter's back was seriously doing it for the young man.

Leto was predictable, though. Dante was flooded with relief when he felt the younger man speed up, the muscles of his legs tightened. They felt like rocks against the back of Dante's thighs.

Dante lifted his brows as he felt Leto's hands grip his shoulders. He was about to open his mouth and say something snarky when Leto brushed—"Fuck!" Dante shouted, his fingers digging into the couch.

Leto grinned, drew back and pushed in again, hard.

Dante shouted again, this time nothing intelligible.

"What the fff— FUCK!" Dante said, finding himself shouting again. Leto would call it screaming. "Leto!" Dante said, his voice hoarse. "Leto what are you— what is— GOD!" He slapped the armrest. "Dammit stop that! What the hell!"

But Leto didn't listen. He kept at it, giving Dante no time between screams to even question him anymore. He was close and, this time, Dante would orgasm too.

In fact, the devil hunter came first, amid a hoarse "fuck", actually.

Grinning (a grin that Dante would call "shit-eating") Leto closed his eyes and gripped Dante's hips tightly, pounding into him the last minute or so before he came.

Dante was busy collecting his wits and catching his breath, too busy to grin at the way Leto sounded when he came (always like a bottom, even when he was topping).

For a moment there was just the two of them, breathing hard and covered in a fine sheen of sweat, then Dante made a rude noise and looked over his shoulder. "Mind getting off?" he asked.

Leto flushed and pulled out, earning a grunt of relief from Dante.

The two of them made their way to the back, where the shitty excuse for a bathroom was. As Dante wiped himself, making a face, Leto washed himself in the sink.

"Make sure you wipe that thing down. I don't want see a ring while m'brushing my teeth." Dante said as he stretched in front of the toilet, remembering to keep a hand on his dick.

Leto made a face as Dante groaned, the sound of him pissing was really obnoxious. Then again, Dante was obnoxious, all around. Well, sometimes. Sometimes he could be a perfect gentleman, and Leto liked it, so he never really mentioned Dante's change in behavior. He cleaned the sink as he waited his turn at the toilet, marveling at how Dante didn't want a ring in his sink, but had no problems with the ring in the shower, or the toilet.

"G'head." Dante said, patting Leto's ass as he walked out the bathroom.

"Dante!" Leto called. The man had gotten Leto used to talking to him while he was using the john.

"What?" Dante shouted back, pulling his pants on.

"You going out today?" Leto asked, flushing the toilet.

"What?" Dante asked, slipping his jacket on.

"I said… oh. You're going out today aren't you?" Leto asked, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom.

Dante turned to look at Leto and ran his tongue over teeth, lingering on his canine. Leto looked good there, slim and naked, flushed from sex just minutes before. "Stay pretty Leto, I won't be long." he said and grabbed his guns from the desk, sliding them into their holsters.

"You always say that." Leto said, pushing up from the doorway and walking past Dante to lounge on the other side of the couch. He'd clean the cum off of it later. He'd get dressed later too. Dante had gotten him used to being naked too.

"You're lucky I don't get much traffic. Wouldn't you turn bright red if a client walked in?" Dante said as he walked to the door, grabbing his sword from its resting place on the wall.

"Dante, nobody ever comes in here. Besides, I think they'd be more offended by the smell than a naked man on the couch." he said, but Dante was right. If anyone walked in and saw him there, naked, he'd be very embarrassed. It was why he was already reaching for his shorts.

"I promise I'll be back soon" Dante said and gave Leto the smile that had gotten the younger man on his knees in a dirty alley back when they first met.

Leto bit his lip. "Fine fine. Whatever. Just come home with a pie and a case or I'm pushing the desk by the doors." Leto said, laying back on the couch, his arms behind his head.

Dante snorted. "Couldn't move that desk if your life depended on it." he said, already out the door before he could bail on the job and find himself in between Leto's legs again. Hey, it had happened before.

Leto sighed as he heard the doors bang shut. The last time Dante said "he'd be back soon", he hadn't come back for a month. When he did come back, he had an arsenal of weapons with him and demon paraphernalia.

Leto hadn't believed in demons before Dante came along. Now, with all the demon crap Dante brought home, and that one time he'd transformed just to prove Leto wrong… Leto believed. He believed like people believed car crashes happened. Basically he believed it on principle, but never thought it would affect him. After all, how many shops were out there that sold replicas of everything?

He wasn't calling Dante a bullshitter, what with his guns and sword and whatever, but he had trouble believing that demons infested the city like Dante said they did. Leto thought that maybe Dante just didn't want him getting mugged or anything. It was sweet, in a Dante kind of way, but Leto walked with a gun and knew how to use it.

It was fifteen minutes after Dante left that Leto decided to get up and try to clean up some. First he wiped down the couch, stacked the pizza boxes on the garbage cans outside (the street kids would raid them and they'd be gone in the morning), and collected the bottles, packing them in their cases. He'd put those outside later, for the bottle collectors. Somehow, trash in this city never made it into the garbage trucks (whenever one dared to trawl the city, that is).

The place was fairly clean, and Leto had changed the air fresheners hanging here and there. There was nothing to do, the redhead was bored. He'd put on a pair of jeans and boots, laces loose. Dante had also gotten him used to being shirtless.

He was lounging in Dante's chair, having a nap when someone banged on the door.

Leto jolted awake and got up, looking around guiltily.

"Dante!"

Leto frowned. That was a woman's voice.

He really wasn't jealous of Dante's numerous other flings, but he certainly had a problem with them coming up to the shop. Call him territorial.

He walked around the desk, yanking the door open just as the woman began to bang on it again. Leto blocked her view of the inside of the shop with his body, sizing the woman up. Yeah, she was definitely Dante's type. Big jugs, long legs, short skirt. Her eyes were two different colors, but he was sure that didn't bother Dante any.

Lady stared up at the man at the door, her brows raised. Definitely not Dante. He had long hair, red like Nevan's, and his eyes were a much darker blue than Dante's. He also had a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose and dusting his shoulders. He wasn't a waif, but he wasn't a beefcake either (Dante was the beefcake).

Leto raised his brows as the woman studied him. "Can I help you?" he asked.

"No. Where's Dante." Lady snapped.

"Not here." Leto drawled.

"What do you mean, not here?" she asked, pushing her way in past the redhead.

Leto made a rude noise and shut the door, following her path to Dante's desk. "I mean 'Not Here'." he said and sat on the corner of the desk. He watched as the woman explored the place, looking for Dante as though he might have hidden from her.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Who are you?" he retorted.

Mature.

She turned and put her hands on her hips, eyebrow cocked. "Look, I don't care if you're Dante's little pet housekeeper… I am looking for him. I've got business for him." she snapped.

Leto's brows drew down and he folded his arms over his chest. "He's not here." he snapped back.

Lady pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look, just tell him Lady came by." she said.

"I don't know, I don't think I could remember all that. I'm just a pet housekeeper after all." he said, feigning unintelligence.

Lady set her jaw. "I'll just come by later." she said and turned, walking to the door.

Leto wasn't sorry to see her go. "What a bitch." he mumbled and slid off Dante's desk.

"I agree."

Leto whirled around, his heart pounding. He hadn't heard the door open again. But when he saw who it was, he smiled. "Dante…" he breathed.

Dante grinned and walked up to Leto, wrapping his arms around him.

Leto thumped his chest. "Make some noise eh? You scared the shit outta me." he complained, but was content enough to lay his head on the devil hunter's shoulder. "You're back." he said softly.

Dante hummed. "I said I'd be didn't I?" he said.

Leto snorted and disentangled himself from Dante. "You didn't bring the pie or the case of beer." he said and folded his arms over his chest.

The devil hunter chuckled and reached into his jacket. Leto would have been amazed if he pulled a pie and a case of beer out of it, but his heart beat that much quicker when Dante pulled out a rose instead. This must have been one of those 'romantic Dante' times and Leto had learned not to question them.

"Found it in some shithole… reminded me of you." Dante said and gestured for Leto to take it.

Leto took the rose from Dante, their fingers brushing. The man had even removed the thorns from it. He slowly rotated the rose, studying it and trying not to feel like a moonstruck woman.

"Go put it in some water." Dante said and Leto obeyed without question.

Dante didn't own any vases, which was sort of expected, so Leto laid the rose on the kitchen table and searched the room for something that could hold water and support the rose. In the end, he rinsed out a beer bottle and filled it with water. It made him laugh, to see the rose resting in the beer bottle, but he figured it was appropriate.

When he walked back into the room, Dante wasn't there. Leto sighed and leaned on the desk. "Dante?" he called.

"Up here." Dante answered and Leto sighed in relief. He climbed the stairs and leaned in the doorway of Dante's bedroom.

Dante was sitting on the bed, his jacket draped over the bedpost. Nothing screamed 'come here' more than a shirtless Dante seated on the edge of his bed. He didn't need to beckon Leto, the younger man just drifted to him.

Leto settled himself in Dante's lap, his knees resting on the mattress, his arms wrapped loosely around Dante's neck. Dante's hands slid up Leto's bare back, making him shiver.

The devil hunter watched as Leto closed his eyes, worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth. Dante's fingers brushed the tattoo on Leto's shoulder, which was that of a raven flying through a crescent moon. He had yet to question its significance, but tonight wasn't going to be the night. He gripped the back of Leto's neck and pulled him down into a kiss.

It was a fiercer kiss than either of them intended. Their teeth clicked, their tongues sliding over one another as they exchanged heated breath. Dante moaned as Leto sucked on his tongue and when he got the chance, he caught Leto's bottom lip between his teeth. Leto whined as Dante sucked his lip, bruising it.

They parted for fresh air and Dante drew his thumb over the redhead's swollen lips.

Hooking an arm under Leto's ass, Dante stood, lifting the other man with ease.

It was a heady feeling, being picked up, but Leto didn't get to bask in Dante's strength for too long.

Dante pressed Leto down against the mattress and settled himself between the redhead's legs. Leto hooked his heels on the back of Dante's thighs and pushed up as Dante pushed down. The friction pried a grunt from both men.

Dante tangled his fingers in Leto's hair and pulled his head back, his grip tight. He slid his tongue up Leto's pale flesh, right along his jugular vein. Leto moaned, burying his hands in Dante's hair. The devil hunter didn't look up as he disentangled Leto's hands from his hair and pinned both of his wrists with one hand.

Leto was no weakling, but Dante was no ordinary man.

Just a little alarmed, Leto made a disgruntled noise that Dante ignored in favor of sucking the sensitive skin behind Leto's ear.

It was no use, trying to turn his head, what with Dante's iron grip in his hair.

"Dante!" he hissed and the devil hunter looked up.

"What?" he asked, just a little irritated.

"I don't like being pinned, you know that." Leto said, flexing his hands.

Dante sighed. "I forgot, sorry." he said, releasing Leto's hands and hair.

Leto, not wanting to ruin the mood, leaned up and kissed Dante's jaw. "It's okay." he murmured against the man's flesh.

Dante slid a hand up Leto's stomach, grasping one of the man's pecs squeezing it.

Leto would never admit how much he liked having his chest squeezed.

Dante's other hand gripped Leto's hip. He rolled his hips, groaning as Leto bucked against him. Doubling over, he took one of Leto's nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his forefinger and thumb as he rocked against Leto.

Leto arched against Dante, leaning his head back, his teeth clenched. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until he puffed it out, gasping as Dante switched his attention from one nipple to the other, switching hands on Leto's hip.

They were wearing far too many clothes for this.

Leto threaded his arms under Dante's and slid his hands down Dante's back, down past his waistband. He grasped a handful of Dante's ass with each hand and thanked God that Dante didn't wear underwear (or pants that fit).

Dante pressed his face into Leto's neck, his other hand drifting down to grip Leto's hip as they rocked against each other.

The only sound to be heard was their heavy breathing and the creak of the bed.

Leto broke first. "Dante, I can't… pants…" he said. It was unintelligible, really, but Dante understood, undoing Leto's pants and tugging them, along with his briefs, down around his thighs. Leto was about to question why Dante had stopped when he felt the other man's spit slicked fingers sliding against his hole.

As Dante slid his fingers into Leto, he grabbed hold of his cock, which had been weeping precum onto the redhead's belly.

Leto's fingers were tangled in the sheets as Dante wrenched moans and gasps out of him. "Dante!" he gasped.

"What?" Dante asked, distracted.

"Fuck me."

"Where's the lube?"

"In the top drawer."

Leto groaned as Dante slid his fingers out of him and let go of his cock. He took the time to kick his pants and briefs off before Dante came back. The devil hunter tossed the lube on the bed and leaned on the bed, kicking his shoes off and dropping his pants.

Finally naked, Dante climbed on the bed and hovered over Leto. "Hands and knees." he ordered, grabbing the bottle of lube.

Leto obeyed, eagerly.

Leto had such a perfect ass. Dante slid a hand down a cheek and grabbed it, squeezing before he bumped him closer to the headboard.

Leto grunted in irritation and moved closer to the headboard. He hissed out a breath as he felt the cool jelly against his hole.

Dante dipped one finger, then two… then three. He reached around Leto and grabbed his cock, pumping it slowly.

"Dante!" Leto snapped and slammed a fist against the headboard.

"Shush up princess, I'm getting there." Dante teased and let go of Leto to slick himself up. He hitched Leto's hips up once he was done and pushed into him.

"Shit! Ah— Go slow!" Leto cried, hanging his head between his arms, teeth gritted.

Dante ignored him and buried himself in Leto.

"Dante! FUCK!" Leto whined, digging his fingers into the sheets.

Dante shushed him and wrapped his arms around Leto. His grip was solid, not tight, and when he started moving, the initial burning sting of penetration was overwhelmed by the pleasure of being filled. Dante was so big; he didn't have to try hard to rub against anything inside of Leto.

It had taken a long time for Leto to look forward to being fucked, but Dante had managed to get the redhead to like being stretched and filled.

That didn't mean it didn't hurt, it just meant that Leto had learned to take the pain and wait for the pleasure.

Leto grunted as Dante moved. At first it was gentle rocking, and it felt good. Leto's grunts became sighs.

Dante sped up his pace, roughened it, growling as he started to squeeze Leto.

Leto let out panicked breaths as Dante lifted him off his hands, squeezing him tighter, like some sort of boa. His hands went to the man's arms, trying to pry them off, but they were like bands of steel.

And then he was at the right angle for Dante to—"Oh God!" Leto cried. He gasped for air, but Dante's arms made it so hard to breathe. Why did it feel so good? He couldn't even talk anymore, he just made loud breathy noises that resembled speech.

But Dante knew what language he was speaking, his hips never stopping, his own legs tense as he braced against Leto.

The redhead was forced to grab hold of the headboard as Dante leaned into him. His eyes were tightly shut and his brow furrowed. He was almost there. So close. He couldn't breathe.

Then Dante suddenly released his torso in favor of Leto's hips and, coupled with the sweet lungfuls of air and the sudden ferocity of Dante's pace, Leto came.

His cries were doubly as breathy and higher than usual.

Dante pulled out, causing Leto to groan, and flipped the redhead over, pressing him down into the mattress.

He had his knees on either side of the younger man's head and a look in his eye that told Leto he'd be choking on devil-hunter monster cock today.

It wasn't all bad.

Dante cradled Leto's head in both his hands and groaned when the younger man fit about half his dick in his mouth without provocation. Holding his head steady, he rocked his hips, forcing a bit more of his cock in Leto's mouth.

Leto closed his eyes and held his breath.

Dante had been close when he'd pulled out of Leto to begin with, and didn't have far to go when he pushed himself into Leto's mouth.

Leto knew Dante was close when he stopped pulling back, his thrusts becoming shallower and shallower. The redhead was at the limit of how long he could hold his breath when Dante shouted, spilling cum into his throat and mouth.

The devil hunter jerked a couple times, leaning forward. His brows were furrowed and he had his bottom lip between his teeth.

If Leto had opened his eyes, he would have been privy to that wonderful expression. Instead, Leto pushed Dante off of him and turned his head to the side, coughing and gasping, spitting up whatever was in his mouth. Normally he swallowed but… it was all down his throat and he couldn't breathe.

While Leto struggled to catch his breath, Dante got up and left the room. He came back moments later with a towel and pushed Leto on his back, wiping him down, starting with his face. He wiped the bed down and, using a corner, wiped down his cock before he threw the towel in the corner.

"You alright?" Dante asked.

Leto smirked. "Why? Concerned you just might have killed me that time?" he shot back.

Dante called him a shithead and climbed on the bed, laying down next to him. Leto turned so that he could press his face in Dante's neck, grunting in content as the devil hunter allowed him to thread a leg through his thighs.

They didn't tell each other goodnight, they just fell asleep. Any night after an orgasm was a good night. For Leto, any night spent lying in Dante's company was a great night.