~Inner Demons~
By: Aerys Krystie.
Dante actually looked unsure of what to do. Krad had always known Dante as the over-confident, smart mouthed half-demon. But he was silent and nervous. Krad didn't need his angelic powers to pick that up. It was obvious from the way Dante kept looking at him and then looking somewhere else, only to gaze back at him and find something that was more interesting. Krad shifted. He was worried. If Dante was nervous…What could he be nervous about?
Dante announced he was going for a shower and Krad nodded, going over to the window and pulling the curtain back. It was still beautiful outside and Krad wished he could've enjoyed it more. Complaining about stuff was annoying but if it kept the façade up, plus it annoyed Dante, then he would continue to find small things to be picky about. He brushed his fingers through his hair, working out most of the knots and wishing he had a brush. He would give his left arm for a brush.
Krad went over to the bed, sat down and removed his boots. He cracked his toes and went back to the window, watching people on the street below. Sylvia had implanted her seed of doubt and Krad was still trying to figure out why. Dante had been thinking logically, which had scared Krad. After all, Dante was known for busting into a place, guns blazing. But it was a good thing that Dante had been thinking, or Krad would've gladly given up his blood to the demon.
Krad chewed his lower lip as he turned his eyes to the clear blue sky. Does Dante love me as I love him? Krad hissed slightly as he punctured his lip and licked the blood away. Being human sucked. It sucked big time. Having to rely on Dante to protect him from creatures that should fear him was something that no angel should have to put up with. And if it does work, what then? Will I become a junkie? Krad shook his head. That was stupid. He had amazing self-control or he would've lost his virginity eons ago. There had been more than enough people that loved him and that he loved in return. And yet, when he thought about them, all of them paled in comparison to Dante.
Krad blinked when the curtain moved and looked at the other end. Dante stood there, a towel around his hips as he too stared out of the window. Krad wanted to look away but his eyes took in everything they could see of Dante's body. It looked divine. It was perfect. It really was a worshipping temple and Krad blushed at his thoughts. Dante turned his eyes to him and Krad quickly looked away, the stain on his cheeks deepening for being caught staring.
Krad sighed silently and let his hand slide down the curtain. He cried out when a chipped nail got caught. Another thing he hated about being human. He unhooked his nail and sucked on the nail, frowning. He looked at it and saw that the thread that had gotten caught caused a fair bit of damage and he sighed sadly, trying to smooth out the roughness. Nothing was going to go right that day, was it? First Dante acting weird and now a broken nail. Krad went to the bed and threw himself onto it. He closed his eyes, not wanting to think about anything anymore.
Krad squeezed his eyes. He wasn't going to think about sex. He wasn't going to think about Dante's gorgeous body that was begging to be touched. With a growl, Krad got onto his knees and threw one of the pillows at Dante, not surprised when the half-breed caught it. He glared at the silver haired man. "Get dressed!"
Dante raised an eyebrow and returned the pillow to the bed. Krad huffed and looked away. He was forced to look into amused silvery-blue eyes and then blush returned as Dante asked, "Why should I get dressed? Am I distracting you from your thoughts?"
Krad tried to push Dante away but that was like throwing a pebble at a mountain and expecting the mountain to crumble. Krad quickly snatched his hands back when he realized he was enjoying the feel of the skin on Dante's chest, making the half-demon chuckle and run his tongue along Krad's lips. Krad's eyes widened and he stared at Dante. Was the son of Sparda seriously considering having sex with him? Krad bit his lip, flinching slightly when he reopened the small wound.
Dante stared at the single drop of ruby and then let go of Krad's chin, standing straight. "Krad, this will only work if you want it to. If you don't want to try it, I'm not going to force you."
Krad inched over to the edge of the bed and knelt there, eyes lowered to his hands, which were in his lap. He blushed madly as he tried to tell Dante he didn't know what to do or how to do it. He didn't want to hurt the demon in anyway or do something to him that might make Dante decide to stop. Krad was willing to go the full nine yards but he knew he would need a lot of guidance to do it. He raised his head and gasped as Dante pressed their lips together.
Dante gently worked his lips against Krad's, smirking when the blond turned his head away at the feel of his tongue. Dante had a feeling Krad probably hadn't been kissed before. "Do you trust me, Krad?" The blond looked at him and nodded. "Then trust me. If it gets too uncomfortable for you, let me know."
Krad moved his legs out from under him as he searched Dante's eyes, trying to see if there was any reason for him not to believe the half-demon. There was only sincerity and lust swirling in the half-breed's eyes and Krad nodded again. If it did get too uncomfortable for him, he would do more than just let Dante know. He would probably hurt the demon spawn. Krad scooted back when Dante tenderly kneed his legs apart. He watched as the half-breed knelt between them and pressed their lips together again. Krad hesitantly opened his mouth when he felt Dante's tongue again. As soon as Dante's touched his own, Krad's body jolted and he moaned, a hand gripping a shoulder.
His own tongue playing with Dante's like it had a mind of its own, Krad sighed into the kiss with contentment. It was the first time something of another person's was in his mouth and Krad loved it. Dante tasted amazing and his tongue was very talented. Krad whimpered quietly when Dante pulled back and smirked down at him. Krad panted slightly. The light clothing he wore felt hot and he knew his face was flushed. Dante moved back from Krad and lied down on the bed, closing his eyes. Krad looked Dante's body over.
Dante cracked an eye open and saw the way Krad was looking at his body. "Do what you want to it, Krad. It's yours…for now."
Krad straddled one of Dante's legs and continued to gaze at the half-demon's body. It was godly. Krad decided to start and the top and work his way down. He softly ran his fingertips over Dante's cheeks and the demon spawn closed his eyes again. He brushed his fingers across Dante's lips and lent down, kissing them softly as his hands trailed down the bare chest. Krad sat back a little and looked at Dante's chest. It was stunning. He pressed his lips to it and the demon spawn groaned quietly. Krad sat back, eyes wide at the noise. Had he done something to cause the half-breed pain?
"Don't worry about it, Krad. Just continue with it; it felt good."
Krad nodded, even though Dante's eyes were closed. Gentle kisses were placed down the center of the torso and Krad blushed as he got lower and lower. The towel hid nothing and the tent in it let Krad know that he was doing something right. With shaking hands, Krad went to remove the towel but gasped softly when Dante caught his wrists. He stared into the lusty eyes of the hunter that were clear enough to ask a simple question: are you sure? Krad licked his lips and nodded. If he was going to have sex with the half-breed he might as well know what his body looked like while it was naked. Dante slowly let go of Krad's wrists and watched as the blond undid the towel, pushing the material to the side.
Krad blinked. For a half-demon Dante was very blessed in that part of his anatomy and it worried Krad, just a little. Would something of that length and thickness fit in him? Krad wasn't a complete idiot when it came to sex, he knew the very basics. He knew where the penetration was going to be and he wasn't so sure if he would be able to take Dante. Krad sat back and let his eyes take in everything of Dante's naked body. It was more beautiful without the towel hiding his groin. Krad actually felt inadequate next to the son of Sparda.
Krad lowered his eyes in thought. He remembered one time, back when he and Dark used to share their inner most secrets with each other, his older brother had come back home, almost blind drunk, bragging about some woman that he had screwed. Krad had been upset because he thought that Dark would save himself for his brother, which was what Krad had been doing. It pained the blond to know that some random woman was more worthy of his virginity than his own brother. Dark had gone into great detail about what the woman had done with her mouth and Krad fixated his eyes onto Dante's erection. He hoped the half-demon would enjoy it as much as his brother had.
Dante's eyes widened and he sat up as soon as he felt Krad's tongue on his manhood. "Krad! What are you doing?"
Krad lowered his eyes again. "I'm sorry. I thought you might like it." Krad sighed and blushed. How could I be so stupid? I should've asked him first if he liked stuff like that. "I'm really sorry."
Dante blinked. What was Krad apologizing for? Dante just didn't want the blond to push himself into something he didn't know about. "Krad, it's okay. I just want to make sure you're comfortable with this. I'm not going to force you into something you don't want to do."
Krad's head snapped up and he stared at Dante. "Haven't you been waiting for a chance like this?" Krad looked away when Dante ran his eyes over his body. He placed his hands in front of his crotch, not wanting the half-demon to know that he was turned over a look. That and the fact that Dante probably didn't find his body attractive as the hunter had yet to touch him.
"This isn't about me, Krad; it's about you. Only if you're comfortable. Does any of this make you feel the need to run away?" Krad shook his head. It was actually exciting him doing something so different. "Then continue. Do what you want to me but know that once you've gotten bored, it'll be my turn to do what I want to you."
Krad bit back a moan at those words and nodded. He wasn't going to be so shy anymore as it was obvious that whatever he did to Dante seemed to turn the half-demon on. He glanced into the silvery-blue eyes and smirked, Dante returning the gesture. Dante gasped and cursed when Krad lowered his mouth to the organ that had been begging for attention since Krad moaned into the kiss. For a virgin, Dante noted that Krad was exceptionally good with his mouth and watched the blond.
Krad pulled back slightly and ran his tongue up and down the shaft, glancing at Dante. He was going to pleasure that man better than any woman ever could. Krad didn't think he could ever get bored of pleasing Dante; he had been dreaming of doing so for the last two years. Krad moved to licking the other side of the organ before taking it back into his mouth. The way Dante groaned and panted and cursed made Krad shiver with the excitement of everything else that was to come that day.
Dante forced his hips not to buck into Krad's skilled mouth and gripped the sheets, to stop himself from ripping the blond's clothes off and taking him. It had been way too long since he had felt something that wonderful. Heaven could kiss his ass because what Krad was doing to him was his version of utopia. The blond worked his cock in a way that Dante didn't think was possible for a virgin to know. Krad had a lot of hidden, natural skills.
"Stop."
Krad pulled back, staring at Dante with wide eyes, wondering if he had done wrong. Dante looked like he had been enjoying what Krad had been doing to him. Krad removed his hands from Dante's body and lowered his gaze to the man's legs. If he looked at his anatomy, Krad knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself. "Did I do something wrong?" Krad whispered, cautiously raising his eyes to meet Dante's when the hunter tapped his chin.
"No but this is all about you, remember? My pleasure can wait a little longer until you've got your power back." Dante sat up and beckoned Krad closer.
Krad crawled up Dante's body and straddled his waist. He closed his eyes when Dante cupped his cheek, turning his head to the kiss the man's palm. The hand ran down his throat, his chest, his abdomen and stopped over the bulge in his pants. Krad's eyes shot open and he cried out as Dante rubbed it. Did it always feel that good? Krad's nails dug into Dante's shoulders and then it stopped. The pleasure that coursed through his veins ceased.
Krad took shuddering breaths as he watched Dante. The half-demon slipped his hands beneath the white shirt he wore and removed it. Krad wasn't ashamed of his body. It wasn't a temple like Dante's but it had its own beauty that seemed to draw people in. A feather light touch ran across his chest and ribs and Krad arched his back into it. Was Dante going to torture him all day with something like that? Krad wouldn't put it past the half-demon.
Dante changed their positions and undid Krad's jeans. Krad's body was almost completely hairless, except for a small patch of golden public hairs. At least Dante knew that was Krad's natural hair color, not that he doubted Krad. Some people would just kill to have that kind of hair color. Dante raked his eyes over Krad's body, taking in every little detail. There were no freckles, no blemishes, just pure snowy skin that seemed to glow in the late morning sun that filled the room. The bright gold eyes swirled with everything Dante knew they would. He just wished they were glowing. It would've been more of an achievement to take Krad's virginity when he was a Nephilim instead of a human. Dante couldn't remember seeing anyone as petite as Krad was. If it wasn't for the fact that he was a Nephilim, the half-demon doubted that Krad could fight to stay grounded against a moderate breeze.
Dante lent down and ran his tongue along Krad's lips, which tasted like strawberries. He had noticed that when he kissed the blond earlier. It was like kissing a fruit salad but it was so much sweet because it was Krad's mouth he had practically violated. He ran his tongue along Krad's jaw and nipped the area just under the ear; Krad moaned quietly. Dante glanced at him. The human was biting his lip, making it bleed again. If Krad kept doing that, Dante wasn't going to be able to stop himself from tasting it.
Dante lowered his head to Krad's throat and he bit it. The blond whimpered but placed a hand on Dante's head, pressing it down more. Dante smirked against the abused skin. So Krad was a bit of a masochist. He could live with that. In fact, after Krad had his powers back, Dante was going to take a vacation from demon hunting and he was going to make sure Krad knew who ruled who in the bedroom. The blond would be his bitch, just as Vergil was Lucifer's.
Dante kissed and licked his way down Krad's throat, the blond gasping quietly, until Dante got to his chest and attacked a nipple with his mouth. Krad cried out, his hand fisting in Dante's hair and his back arching. His erection throbbed painfully. He opened his eyes to slits of gold and watched Dante closely. What the man was doing to his body had to be illegal somewhere. Dante left the nipple alone and went down further, his tongue dipping into the blond's navel and playing with the ring there. He watched Krad's abdominal muscles quiver as his hair tickled the surface.
Krad moaned as Dante brushed a hand across his erection and bit his hip. He didn't care if the whole hotel heard him. He hadn't felt anything that pleasurable in his life. It was all he could think about; all he wanted to think about. He wanted Dante. He craved the half-demon like a drug at that moment. He gasped Dante's name and the half-breed gripped his erection, running his hand up and down the length. Krad's eyes closed and his head tossed from side to side.
Dante stared at Krad's neck, the strain on it and the thin flows of blood from there his teeth had pierced the skin. He licked Krad's inner thigh, eyes trained on the crimson life force that he wanted to taste. His hand took on a life of its own and crept up to it, coating two fingertips, Dante stared at the ruby liquid on his fingers. He licked it off and moaned. It was sweeter than a strawberry sundae and more intoxicating than a bottle of whiskey. He sucked the two fingers and before he could stop himself, forced them into Krad's opening.
Krad whimpered slightly at the intrusion but it wasn't something he wasn't going to complain about. The pain that came with it was an added plus. He wanted Dante to kiss him again. He wanted the half-demon to bite him and drink his blood. He wanted to bleed for the son of Sparda. Krad's eyes shot open as Dante's fingers struck something in him. Something very nice. Something that made him scream the demon spawn's name. Something that made him beg to have the demon in him. Krad pulled Dante's head up to his own by his hair and he crushed their lips together. He didn't care how brutal it got.
"In me, now," Krad growled when he pulled back.
Dante raised an eyebrow and smirked. He was going to make that blond bleed something shocking. He spat on his hand and coated his cock as well as he could and removed his fingers. Dante entered the first half of himself slowly but slammed the rest in. Krad bit his lip and Dante licked the blood away, teasing Krad's tongue with his. He never thought the Nephilim could look anymore beautiful. The gold eyes that were clouded with lust and need, the bite mark on his neck bleeding, which Dante was also licking away and the cries that left his throat.
Dante slipped an arm beneath one of Krad's legs, loving the blond's flexibility. He kissed the knee and rocked his hips back and forth, smirking down at the half-angel. He dipped his head and licked away the fresh blood on Krad's neck, growling somewhat savagely, his hips thrusting into the blond harshly. The hand in his hair tightened and Krad moaned loudly. Probably the only being that wasn't a demon that could withstand Dante's violent way of sex. Pleasuring the blond went out the window as Dante picked up his pace, biting the neck again to force more blood from the small wounds.
Krad panted. It hurt but it felt incredible at the same time and then Dante shifted his hips slightly and that spot that made Krad scream was struck, making the blond scream out the half-demon's name again. The hand that had been gripping the covers of the bed went to Dante's shoulder, gripping that tightly. He dug his nails into the pale skin and his eyes closed. At some point, he thought he heard someone knock on the door.
Krad's moans and screams, the sound of skin hitting skin with a force, the bed head slamming against the wall behind it and Dante's growls filled the room. Dante took one of Krad's hands and guided it to the blond's crotch. Krad gripped himself and managed to somehow move his hand along his length at the same pace that Dante was going. The hand gripping Dante's shoulder got tighter and his screams louder until the last one ripped from this throat, leaving it sore. The hand on the half-demon's shoulder went downwards, leaving four bloody marks. He moaned softly when he felt something hot fill him and Dante's final growl of satisfaction before the man pulled out of him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
Krad closed his eyes. Even if it didn't work, at least he enjoyed himself. Krad smirked at Dante's thoughts and opened his eyes, staring at the wall behind Dante. He closed his eyes again when Dante turned his head to look at him. "More," Krad whined. "I want more."
Dante frowned slightly. Was Krad sleeping and having a weird dream or did he want more of what Dante had just given him? Dante stroked Krad's hair, loving the silkiness of the strands. The blond seemed to glow with the aftermath of his first sexual encounter. Dante was loving it. The blond clung to him like a koala bear, nuzzling his throat. Dante kissed the side of his head and asked, "More what?"
"More sex," Krad answered, looking at Dante with glowing eyes.
End Chapter IV.