Title: Demon Days
Summary: Yaoi Dante/Nero. A collection of one-shots revolving our favourite pairing. Basically just lemons to my personal enjoyment. Chapter five: Rated because I took so long to update.
Chapter Genre: Romance/Angst. (With mild horror and humour)
Pairings: Dante/Nero established relationship
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry characters, demons, environments etc, etc. Any OC, demon or location not recognisable is mine.
Chapter Rating and Warning: M for lemon. Swearing and other bad words. Angst and a teensy bit of horror and gore. Slight Non-con in the beginning. Note that this might get a little weird for some. If that happens please make sure you click back, and I hope you will return with the next update. Warnings may vary.
A/N: Wow, that didn't take me For-Fucking-Ever. The reason why it took so long is because I was preoccupied with something else. I'm making a costume, and actually got so distracted because of it that I failed creating a good chapter.
Proposal By: Insanity Is Iminent, another sexeh reviewer. I like their name. It means lunacy is looming. Lunacy is a cool word.
Before reading:Note that this might get a little weird for some. If that happens please make sure you click back, and I hope you will return with the next update.
…- Trigger Trouble -…
"Tell me more." The young man releases a yawn, getting a little tired. Of course that doesn't really matter, and going home and to bed is the last thing he wants now. The same goes for his lover sitting next to him on the park bench.
It is two o'clock this fine spring night. The sky is clear and free of clouds and pollution, letting the stars and half a moon shine bright. The park is completely abandoned, save for the animals and a homeless man going by the name of R-Style. Of course, even he is asleep on his make belief bed of a bench somewhere else in the park. This leaves the two slayers on their own on a selected bench, staring out over a pond. The water does its best to reflect the lights of the stars, the moon just missing the edge. Around them the grass is littered with ducks, all peacefully asleep.
"Well…" Dante begins, adjusting his arm around the teen's waist. "You know the sound of trees being cut in the forest?" The young man, whose face is half buried against his neck hums a soft confirm. "There's a demon called Soraki-gaeshi that causes this sound. Only there are no trees cut down."
"Like the demon that follows people at night, making the sound of footsteps?"
"Same family actually. And they're harmless to people." There had been talking about the past, of both Nero's and Dante's. There had been stories about hunts, about family and friends. Stories any normal person would share, if that person was a devil slayer. Needless to say, the conversation had shifted towards harmless demons. "Did you know there is a demon that lives in trees and is the shape of a leg? It waits for people to walk by so it can kick them."
"Ok now you're just making stuff up." The younger male pulls his head back, giving the elder a questioning look. However, his lover just laughs and shakes his head. "I ran into one once. Got my ass kicked so to speak." Nero snorts a laugh, finding the metal pictures pretty funny.
After a few short minutes of laughing at Dante's expense they settle again in a comfortable silence. The crisp air would make any normal human grow cold but not the hunters who are made of tougher material. A sudden quack draws two sets of eyes from staring at the pond. One of the ducks has woken up and is now waggling towards the two slayers occupying the bench, obviously expecting to get some bread. It quacks again, three other ducks waking up.
"Do you come here often?" Nero finally asks as the ducks begin cleaning their feathers. "Not anymore, Lady and Trish know about this spot so when they need me they come looking here." The teen smiles softly. Of course that is what Dante's partners would do. The ladies are vicious, that's for sure.
Both half devils just watch the display unfold as more and more of the ducks are waking up slowly, some of them making their way to the water. "It's going to rain soon. Let's go home." The elder begins, fighting a yawn. His mate gets to his feet without protest, stretching his stiff legs and arms. They have been sitting on that bench longer then he can remember. The older man, after stretching his stiff joints himself quickly grabs the youngster's normal hand in his own, giving it a squeeze before they set off home. Any other time he would grab the youngster's demonic hand, not caring it's possessed. However today it had been bound in bandages to make it look like a broken arm. They do this often whenever they go out. Especially because it had been your normal dinner and a movie night, and since Nero's devil arm had the habit of lighting up when Dante was near it was best to conceal it for the darkness of the theatre.
The sand and gravel crunches beneath their feet as they follow the path, Dante leading the teen. The younger man himself allows his mate to pull him along blindly, not watching where he's walking but instead staring up at the sky, quietly enjoying the other's company.
Of course, demonic timing is a bitch.
Both slayers pick up on the nasty vibes of something further down the road. It's not before long that Nero's bringer begins to shine through the bandages, glowing like a beacon. The youngster scrunches his face in disgust when the wind softly blows in their direction, carrying the scent of something that died months ago. "Sick…" He releases his lover's hand and holds it up to his face, but it doesn't really help. "We better take a look." The elder comments, fulfilling his duty as devil slayer by checking it out. Needless to say Nero follows, unable to resist commenting.
"You just want to show off." He knows the man too well. Dante turns his head towards the teen once more with a grin growing on his features. "And you love it." It's the same way around.
"Hmm… That's why I'm marrying you."
Both slayers hurry it along, through a thicket of bushes and trees. It's as if the flora had been acting like a shield, the stench growing immensely when both half devils make it through. Nero fights the need to gag and even the elder's face scrunches up when he gets a nose full of the demon's scent.
What other way to describe it then a zombie? The demon reeks of death and looks like it too, missing an arm but having an extra leg, which seems to be of a horse or cow that it uses to balance on. It seems that the arm it had lost had been reattached to top of the head, protracting from it like a horn. The demon has many patches of new skin sewed to its body, in many shades and even colours. Some patches are human skin while others are from clothes. Leather, linen and cloth all in various colours and some even have patterns on them. There is a patch of skin covered in feathers, the demon having taken the coat of a swan and sewn it to keep itself from falling apart.
It bellows a sickening green smoke, the slime dripping from one of the corners of the mouth the same colour. The young man has to take a step back, overwhelmed by the disgusting monster. There are demons he can handle, and demons he cannot. And he'd rather not come too close to this demon.
"What is that?" He breathes through his mouth, the stench so strong he can taste it. He hears his lover close in on him from behind, coming to a stop next to the shorter man.
"The demon is a hybrid."
"You gonna kick its ass or what?" The teen half jokes to get rid of some of the tension. The other man laughs softly, face splitting into a grin. "Yeah I am." Because this was a night on the town, and swords are hard to conceal if one considers their size, the only thing they had brought were guns. Dante doesn't wait for the slow demon to turn and look at them, instead begins showering it with bullets on every patch of hide that looks somewhat delicate. Only after being shot in the head six times does the demon turn the final quarter it needs to stare at the hunter firing. Head, torso, legs the thing didn't seem to feel it. "Oh come on…" Dante stops wasting bullets, taking a few steps back when the demon looks like charging. However, it trips over the badly misplaced third leg, sagging to the ground. It kicks a bit and the arm on its head grabs a handful of grass, the demon confused because it had fallen over.
Behind him Dante can hear the teen chuckle, hear the relief that this thing is no more then a joke. "Just kill it." The young man offers, Dante finally realising he's been played into taking care of the demon himself so that Nero wouldn't get his hands filthy and stinky. "You suck, kid."
"Hmm… later." That of course is all the encouragement a sexy half devil like Dante needs. With a powerful surge Dante triggers, jumping on the demon and tackling it back to the ground again. Not that it was going somewhere anytime soon, seeing as its head had somehow turned backwards. Poor thing must be as confused as it is ugly.
The youngster feels a bit bad for the demon, which is probably lost or something. Unless it has some kick ass moves in stock that it had temporarily forgotten it wasn't even a threat to humans. Unless humans would be stupid enough to watch and not run.
Which… most of them are…
His lover is having no trouble at all tearing the demon to further pieces. Nero has to step to the side when one of the legs is accidentally thrown into his direction. The young man doesn't care for a few splatters of black blood landing on his coat. He's more concerned with the green smoke emitting from the defenceless demon's mouth and many tears Dante is creating.
In his devil form his mate doesn't seem to realise he's already breathed in much of the smoke, and although Dante is a tough cookie to crumble, if the smoke is poisonous they could have a problem.
"Dante…" The young man calls, moving downwind to avoid the smoke and stench of the zombie demon thing. Finally his mate stops trying to shred the demon to shoelaces, although he's done a pretty good job already standing in a puddle of blood, gore and patches of clothing. Proud of himself the half devil flashes his teeth and growls, daring others to challenge him. "Fuck this is bad…" The teen comments, turning his back to his lover and trying not to throw up. Tears are welling up in his eyes. "It's not sexy if you kick the ass of something that stinks this bad." The wind picks up, carrying the stench away from the youngster. Taking a deep breath Nero grumbles softly under his breath, feeling the first drops of rain hit his skin.
Of course, that is not so weird as something gently prodding him in the back and pushing him forward to move. That causes Nero to turn, but since the prodding continues he has no choice but to keep walking. "What are you doing?" He doesn't know what's stranger, his lover ushering him forward by pushing him in the back of the fact that Dante hasn't detriggered.
With the prospect of Nero not stopping anytime soon the triggered half devil stops pushing, pleased that his mate witnessed him slaughtering that ugly demon. The rain finally breaks through, causing a powerful drizzle. Nero hates the rain if he has to walk through it but welcomes it all the more now. His mate is practically soaked in the blood and intestines of his latest kill, so the water is washing that away now. Or at least most of it.
The young man himself is at a complete loss, staring at the other man in disbelief as the elder slayer goes about his business. Why is he still triggered? That question repeats itself over and over in his mind, but after that there is only blank. Of course at one moment, when Dante eagerly sniffs the night air and releases his breath, puffing out a white smoke caused by the cold air Nero adds one and one together. His thoughts linger back to the devil that was brutally ended not too long ago. The smoke must have caused this, but that is not the teen's biggest problem.
If Dante was somehow trapped in this triggered state, how long was it going to take for the effect to wear off?
…- Forty Minutes Later, Devil May Cry -…
"You do know you're going to have a heart attack later when you realise you did all this right?" Of course, Nero's bitching falls on deaf man's ears. His lover, who is still triggered only raises his head to listen to Nero talking, but lowers his head down again as soon as the teen goes quiet. Soon enough Dante begins clawing at the leather again, completely destroying the defenceless couch. If he were a cat Nero would have sprayed him with water, but now the young man has no control of what his lover is doing.
He tried taking a shortcut through one of the alleys in the city, hoping to get to the office quicker that way. However his mate, his dominant alpha, had decided they were not taking the route through the short alley. Normally Nero cares very little if Dante protests when it comes to trivial matters such as this, but Nero is also smart enough to know when he's pushing Dante's buttons. And after being slammed into the cold, wet, dirty ground and pinned there until he stopped struggling, being bitten in three different places and then being dragged out of that alley and into the direction Dante wanted them to go, Nero had stopped going into his mate's quiet wishes.
Of course the young man had been forgiven for his transgression soon after, his lover obviously just doing what he thinks, or lack thereof, is right.
It is exactly four in the morning now, and all of Nero's hopes of having some naughty time with his lover were blown out of the window. The half devil, who had grown a little bit in seize and a whole bit in weight suddenly jumps, attacking the couch like a lion would a bison. Wherever his claws and teeth sink trough the leather soft grey stuffing erupts from the cuts. Dante seems to be having a lot of fun, pretending the sofa is prey and ripping it apart. Later, when he's completely destroyed the sofa he will try the television. That seems like a formidable opponent.
Having shrugged off his wet coat and boots Nero himself has taken a seat on the edge of the desk, his spot. With the horn in his hand he dials the number of someone he knows who can help. If this… condition… needs medicine or enchanted tablets to be cured Trish or Lady will know it. However, Trish is out of town, leaving only one other person to call.
"This better be good asshole." Which is just fantastic. "Well fuck you too Lady." The youngster hisses, his voice momentarily catching his mate's attention. "Listen…" He begins, hearing her mutter something along the line of 'punk bitch…' or something like that. Well, she deserved it. Dante isn't the only one who calls her at random times in the night.
"We came across a demon tonight." This obviously catches her attention. Though she and Nero aren't on the best of terms, both know that the other is there when needed to. Now is such a time. "Dante triggered and fought it. But that was almost an hour ago. He hasn't detriggered ever since."
A loud crash makes the young slayer tense. He doesn't have to turn his head to know his mate has attacked the television. He can guess that by the sounds of glass rattling over the floor and the low, almost victorious growl coming from the other half devil. "What did the demon look like?" Even lady had gone quiet for a moment, hearing the crash on the other side of the line.
"Like a zombie thing. It seemed to be falling a part… Uhm…"
"With patches of skin and clothes and crap keeping it together?"
"Yeah." That's one of the things he likes about Lady. She knows her demons. "What's he doing now? I take it you're at home."
"We're home, yeah. Dante just downed the television and is now ripping the stuffing out of the couch." He gives the other man a sideways glance, impressed by how much stuffing Dante has managed to pull loose in such a short amount of time. The teen raises his eyebrows in question when the triggered half devil collects the pile of stuffing, grabbing as much as he can before swiftly disappearing up the staircase on the other side of the office. "And he just ran off with some of the stuffing…"
"Ahw isn't that nice?" Nero frowns. "He's building you a nest." Nero frowns even deeper. "But that's good really." Nero forgets to become angry when his mate reappears minus the stuffing, going directly for the cough again and ripping out more of the fluff. "Means he'll stay with you no matter what. It's for the best, we don't want him going outside."
"Yeah ok, that's true. But what now?"
"You got some money right? Order out and make sure Dante doesn't spot you when someone comes to deliver. He'll think you hunted."
"Yeah I'll track down a pizza and kill it…" He replies sarcastically. "That's right." She sounded a bit too convinced. "Look, I'll give Trish a call so she's informed too. I'll drop by tomorrow, see how he acts. But if you're talking about the demon I think you're talking about, the effect should last 'till dawn." The younger man breathes a sigh of relief. Of course the sooner the better, but dawn wasn't too far away now. He could just go to bed and wake up in the strong but not armoured arms of his lover and then they could have great sex together and then he could sleep this off like a bad hangover.
"…The demon breathed smoke right? What colour was it?"
"Light green." Nero, scolding himself for being unable to keep his hormones in check doesn't see the danger coming. "Make that three days." The proverbial record player scratching to a halt couldn't be more clear in Nero's ears. He tenses, not even registering his lover running off with a second load of stuffing.
"Look you'll be fine." On the other line Lady noticed the sudden tension. "He's dominant, big and stupid, just do what he wants, keep your cool and don't challenge him. I've been through something like this with Trish once and we're like… his pack of cats. Sexy and dangerous but with a male as troop leader."
"Glaring…" The youngster mumbles, worrying his lower lip as Dante once more emerges, again without stuffing. "What…?"
"A group of cats is a glaring. You should know that since we are one…" He mumbles, suddenly exhausted. "…Try to get some sleep Nero…" The line goes dead, leaving Nero to fumble with the cord.
He frowns for a bit, screwing his eyes shut when Dante decides to move the desk. The heavy wood screeches over the floor, sending chills down the youngster's spine. It's even worse then someone scrapping their nails over a school board. The youngster's body jerks after a rather powerful push of the other devil as the desk comes to a stop once more in the middle of the room. Then Dante seems to decide everything should get off the desk. He swipes at magazines, papers, parts of a gun with a large claw, not caring he's shredding a few magazines with his talons. The phone is next, dropping carelessly with a loud clatter. Nero, confused and tired finally releases the horn, placing it on the desk next to him only to be shoved off by his mate.
Of course, everything has to get off the desk but at least Nero doesn't receive a hard shove like the rest of the items. Without making a fuss over it now (Though Dante was going to get an earful when this was over) Nero gets to his feet, leaving his mate to claw at the desk (Like a cat… Dammit Lady…) and creating deep rivulets in their wake. The elder was going to die when he saw this mess. They hadn't been home for ten minutes and already the office looked like a war zone.
Nero decides to call it a night, quietly trudging up the stairs and leaving the elder to his business. The half devil can destroy the shop if he wants to as long as he does it quietly. Upon entering the first floor the teen spots a few blobs of the soft grey stuffing from the couch, leading in an obvious trail to their bedroom. The door is wide open, but undamaged. The teen sighs and upon entering the room he can't help but roll his eyes. Lady was, regrettably, right, judging from the pile of stuffing dumped on and around their bed. Dante actually did build a nest. Next to the stuffing from the couch there were a few extra pillows, some of their clothes which had been carelessly dragged out of their closet and drawers, towels, extra sheets and a few stuffed animals. Everything is scattered around but there seems to be a pattern. Or the young man is just too sleepy and is just seeing things.
Well… Nero doesn't care anymore. For some reason everything looks rather cosy, so what the hell right?
Right when he begins to discard his clothes Dante walks in past him, jumping on the bed and making himself comfortable. He seems to have lost his clothes as well, though Nero wonders how he got out of his boots. Those are probably shredded too, along with his pants. For a second Nero worries for the man's coat, which he probably loves more then a cold beer. Well, the young man will deal with that tomorrow.
From the vibes coming from his mate Nero can tell the elder is content with his work. The older half devil has moved to his spot of the bed, eagerly awaiting the teen to join him. If Nero recalls correctly, demons build a fancy nest in order to attract their mates, and if Nero were to turn around right now he could give the elder quite the heart ache. "How is it that you're making me feel guilty?" No reply, as always, just silence.
But when Nero discards more of his clothing, inching himself towards their large bed the elder begins to purr softly, happily.
Not giving it any more thought Nero strips down to his boxers. He ignores the crap on the floor, though he does pull away a pillow and brushes off some stuffing from the bed. His mate remains still and purring, feeling that if the teen crawls into his nest he did a good enough job.
It's actually strange to admit, and Nero would never admit this out loud, but being surrounded by all of this cosy crap has a very soothing and almost safe feeling to it. The youngster settles beneath the sheets, inwardly laughing when his mate attempts the same. This whole situation was getting ridiculous, but all the more worthwhile seeing Dante's face when he snaps out of it. And to think, normally Nero isn't this cruel.
He's a lot worse.
The youngster sighs softly, hoping his mate will settle for sleep soon himself. Of course, fate and Dante decide that Nero has not been tormented enough for tonight. With a powerful jerk the older devil tears the blanket separating his mate and him, the cloth partially landing on the foot end and partially on the floor with a fluent motion. Before the young man can even open his eyes he's almost jumped by his mate, releasing a grunt when his lover uses a bit more force then needed.
In barely a second Nero is trapped in the arms and legs of his mate, trapped in his warm embrace. Rough lips trace the bite mark from earlier this night, kissing it as if to apologise. Nero moves a bit so he can be more comfortable. Dante doesn't look like it but he is very heavy now, and a lot stronger. The thought does concern Nero but so far everything was working out alright. No longer wanting to think he closed his eyes, wanting to get to sleep and hoping his mate catches the hint and will leave him alone soon. It really seems the elder doesn't understand the young man when he speaks. This is the first time Nero has gone through something like this. Normally when Dante triggers Nero can still talk to him. And although Dante's voice is low and gruff and down right sexy, at least he knows what Nero is saying and can actually respond in real words.
Nero continues to do his best and ignore his lover who nuzzles his face, not at all caring for sleep. The triggered half devil doesn't seem to get the hint at all, instead runs a clawed hand over the youngster's side.
Alarm bells finally go off inside the teen's mind, his eyes snapping open. His mate purrs continuously and nuzzles his neck and the side of his face, claws almost breaking the skin on his side and hip. There were a number of things Nero had considered, and all of them he found able to cope with. Sure, his lover can pick the route home. Sure, his lover can tear the house down for fun and build a nest with the remains. Sure, Nero will go hunt some pizza when Dante is taking a nap. And sure, Dante is still his Dante under all of that red armour, so why wouldn't Nero sleep in the same bed as he.
Having sex however, is something he really needs to think about. The time right now is as good as any.
Sure, it has happened on a series of occasions they had triggered during their lovemaking. When it became too intense or they got caught up in the moment. Sometimes it happens during battles too. It's the heat of the moment, the adrenaline fuelling them and forcing them to trigger and go all out on whoever or whatever it is their fighting. It happens more to Nero then Dante who has more control over it, but throughout the years Nero has learned to keep more control.
But now… it's just different. Isn't it?
"Stop it…" He grinds his teeth, trying to push the other off. It's not so much Dante grinding against him like this that is pissing him off, it's the fact he's becoming aroused by it that is pissing him off. The older half devil runs his teeth over the younger man's neck, lovingly scraping the skin. Maybe, if he pisses the older man off enough he'll lose interest in Nero. That, or the teen will be royally fucked in every sense of the word. We'll be royally fucked no matter what you do. The thought, which involuntarily crosses his mind makes the teen's face light up like a lantern.
He raises his fist, hoping that he can use enough force. His lover is distracted by the glowing appendage, wondering what is going on long enough for the male beneath him to sucker-punch him across the face. Nero hadn't used as much force as he would have liked, his movement being restricted with him being trapped on his back like this.
His lover however, didn't fall off. Only his head jerked to the side with the impact. It didn't seem to hurt at all. Just confuse the devil greatly. Confusion that is forgotten and forgiven a full five seconds later. I'm just going to say I told you so. Whilst giving his devilside the mental finger Nero pushes again, trying to dig the claws of his demonic hand in the older man's shoulder. The thick patches of deep red skin don't even dent, barely leave a trace there has ever been a claw scraping that patch. That frustrates the youngest all the more, feeling himself grow hot and horny the more Dante touches him.
Why is it that he can't help himself when around the elder man? Nero, who is able to cock-block his lover for the smallest mishap possible is now practically surrendering himself when his lover keeps pushing and demanding enough.
Fuck it, he just doesn't care anymore. He'll kick Dante's ass for this later.
And indeed, the volume in his mate's purring increases dramatically when the younger man struggles a leg free and wraps it around his lover's leg, entwining their limbs. The larger demon begins to grind against the other male almost instantly, letting the younger man feel how much he's wanted. The teen grunts softly, wrapping his arms around his lover's shoulder and waist, touching the other man's lips with his own. The elder immediately pushes his tongue inside the youngster's mouth, claiming it and making sure the younger male knows who's in charge. The younger slayer moans softly when the other moves a clawed hand over his stomach, scraping his claws over the soft skin downward. The teen groans against the other's lips, throwing his head back and giving the other male more access to his neck and throat.
He gasps when the large hand finds the growing bulge in the teen's boxers and rubs it, making the young man grow harder. The motion is almost careful in the beginning, as if the demon knows he could cause damage with his claws, as sharp as they are now. "Nero…" His lover purrs almost quietly, brushing his lips over the side of the teen's face. He doesn't seem to be too aware of what he's doing, wanting to just get to the good part already. Of course Nero realises that soon enough and therefore softly pushes against his lover's chest, just for him to move far enough so that the young man can move. Maybe his mate knows what he wants to do, maybe not, but the most important part is that his lover does pull back enough. His hands of course still on the youngster's hips, tugging at the rim of the boxers.
A brilliant idea crosses the triggered devil's mind and with a swift flick of the wrists the defenceless garment is torn of the teen's hips. Nero stops halfway through his destination, eyes wide while the elder runs his hands over every inch of newly exposed skin. "Fuck it. Those were yours anyway." He comments, pulling himself forward a bit more with his lover hovering over him.
There is a nightstand on either side of the bed, just for easy access when needed. The youngster can barely pull a drawer open before sharp teeth latch onto his neck and pull him a few inches back, his mate's claws digging into his hips while he keeps grinding and purring like a big cat in heat.
Now who's being impatient? "Hold your damn horses…" Nero grunts, finally able to produce a tube of lube if he twists his arm far enough. He can't even close the drawer or his mate drags him down the bed, pulling him back to the centre of his nest. The young man has to laugh at that, seeing the fun in all of this now that he's not taking things too serious anymore. It proves to be rather difficult to open the tube with only one hand, especially when the other devil is trying to eat his neck.
After a small while the older demon switches sides, attaching his lips, teeth and tongue to the other side of his lover's neck, littering it with small love bites and kisses and little bruises. Shuddering the smaller man discards the tube, hearing it softly thud over the edge of the bed and onto a pillow, then the ground. He wraps his glowing hand around his mate's waist, softly scraping his talons over the elder's back. Dante usually loves it when he does so, though because of his thick armour Nero is unsure if he even feels it now. Much like he himself with the hide protecting his arm.
The youngster moves his other, now slick hand down his mate's stomach, feeling him shiver at what is coming. The triggered man gives a stat, latching his teeth sharply onto the teen's shoulder when a lubricated and now cold hand gently grabs his throbbing erection. The devil shivers and purrs approvingly, pulling his teeth back and kissing the wound over and over to apologise. There is a hitch in his purring, soft growls and gasps when Nero slowly moves his hand up and down the hard shaft of his mate.
Even after the wound on the young man's shoulder has closed and stopped dripping does the elder not stop running his lips over it, instead slowly moving his body, thrusting into the hand. Though they seem to be a world a part now the youngster still reads what the other is doing, spreading his legs to let his love lie between them.
Without a warning the older man suddenly grabs his wrist and yanks his hand away from the slick erection. The teen is about to protest but is smothered by the lips of his lover who pushes him down with a lot of force, nearly smothering the teen. Before the youngster can prepare himself or stop the other the demon slams into him with a fluent motion, sending a wave of pain and unexpected pleasure over the white haired teen. He groans louder then he would have liked, throwing his head back with another loud groan when the elder pulls back and pushes back in again further this time. The devil thrusts three more times into his mate's hips, his judgment suddenly kicking in and warning him he might be hurting his mate more then he first intended.
There is no trace of pain when he stills himself, his young lover having lost himself in only a matter of seconds. The young male is left wondering why the elder suddenly stopped when he had been enjoying getting fucked without preparation more then he ever thought he would.
The fact that he cares enough to at least try and remember is incredibly heart warming. The teen wraps his long legs around the other man's waist, pulling him closer and letting him go deeper if possible. His mate begins a slow rhythm, dragging out the pain and mixing it with pleasure. "Fuck!" The teen arches his back, devil hand shooting up to attach itself to the back of the elder's skull.
Nero throws his head back with a yell at the all too familiar pleasure when his lover angles himself just right. Dante growls like a dangerous animal when the teen rakes the claws of his demonic arm over his back and shoulder, though the claws barely scratch through the thick red skin. The larger demon begins a harder rhythm, short thrusts into the youngster's hips. "Ah!" Is all he can manage before another deep thrust rips a loud moan from his lips. It continues like this, Dante relentlessly hitting his sweet spot every time, again and again. When Nero begins to think he's going crazy his orgasm hits him hard and he coats both their stomachs with his white seed. He buries his face in his lover's neck, his whole body trembling violently as he rides on ecstasy.
Dante doesn't stop thrusting, holding out longer then the teen. The devil growls possessively, tracing his lips over the youngster's neck, scraping his teeth over the sensitive flesh. Nero moves his head to the side to let him, moaning while letting his lover do whatever he wants to him. Just because Nero already came doesn't mean that this isn't any less pleasurable.
Two sets of sharp talons bury themselves in the hips of the younger half devil. The teen can only lie back and take it, grunting as his mate carelessly begins to pound inside of him, his rhythm going off beat. The youngster gasps, feeling the claws draw lines over his skin and teeth break the skin on his neck again. After several more thrusts the older devil growls and almost tears a chunk out of the teen's hips when following the teen over the edge. The older devil begins purring again, licking the blood up with his tongue but remaining motionless.
It's not every day Nero gets his mind blown like this, needing some time to come down his high. His lover however seems to have recovered already, pulling out of the young man and carefully removing his claws from the small holes in the teen's hips. Touching his lips to his lover's ear before purring again, the elder slowly moves away from the youngster to retrieve the blanket he ripped away earlier.
With the vigour of a mother the demon begins tucking his mate in, making him as comfortable and warm as possible. At some point Nero has to stop him from retrieving more nesting material before they both end up buried alive. The warm blanket suffices, even if the elder doesn't seem to realise it. Still, he swiftly creeps between the sheets when Nero invites him, thoughts of gathering more stuffing from the couch downstairs fleeting.
I hope we run into that kind of ugly demon more often.
Of course, the teen mentally kicks his devilside for even commenting that. And then he mentally slaps himself for agreeing with it.
-Einde
I sure hope this wasn't too weird lol. This request was brought to you by me for Insanity Is Iminent. I was sewing my costume together and while poking myself with the needle over and over and fucking over I came up with this weird little demon attacking them. I do hope the beginning was romantic, or at least a bit. I just wanted something fun and cute. Other then that, I'm not too happy with how the ending turned out, but I will have a look at it another time. Promise.
Of course also a big thank you to all of my other sexy reviewers. Without you I would be lost.