A/N: Here's the next chapter. The one everyone expected and (I hope) has been waiting for. I admit this isn't my strong suit, but hey, practice makes perfect, and I'm always trying new things, so we'll see how it works out. I would've uploaded this chapter this morning like I usually do, but FFN was being a douche. For some reason, I don't like this chapter...
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Warnings: Language, smut to start, vigorous mansex as the chap progresses, tiny sprinkles of angst (if you squint) aaand...that's it. I'd put in OoCness in every warning, but since you're reading fanfiction, I figure you all expect at least some mild bits of that here and there, no matter what you read.
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Chapter 7: Estrus
Dante didn't get a chance to say anything about being tackled to the floor on account of suddenly having his lips crushed against Nero's as the younger kissed him desperately and purred loud enough for Dante to feel it reverberating through his entire body, but in a good way, like an erotic stroke. He didn't complain, simply flipped their positions easily and pinned the kid to the floor. His demon was even more aroused by the edge of violence, almost taking all of his control right then. He just barely managed to fight it back when Nero arched against him, licking at his neck and jaw before forcing him into another brutal kiss.
The younger man had no idea what he was doing, obviously, so Dante pulled away, ignoring Nero's groan at the loss of contact. The disappointment didn't last as he immediately dove in for another searing kiss, this time managing to get Nero to open his mouth and slip his tongue in. At first, the teen bit at the slick muscle, but once he realized how nicely it could be used, he relaxed his jaw and heatedly suckled on it. He dug his nails into the elder slayer's shoulders, his devil bringer drawing blood and leaving little tears in the red coat under it. Dante just grunted and shrugged out of it, throwing his coat somewhere away from them so it could avoid further damage.
The air grew humid, feeling like a heavy blanket it was so hot, and that heady smell grew stronger instead of relenting. Dante shoved a hand up Nero's shirt, groping at the warm skin underneath. He didn't even have to encourage the kid to open his legs, as one touch to the younger's hip had Nero wrapping both legs tightly around his waist and pulling their hips flush together.
He finally pulled away from Nero's mouth to try and get air, lungs burning from the deprivation, though he hardly cared, immediately bucking his hips and shivering in delight at the deep, throaty moan he got in response. It wasn't nearly enough, what with both of them still clothed, but the friction was at least something, and damned if it didn't feel good regardless. Dante planted his hands firmly onto the floor beside Nero's head and rutted against the younger man, who writhed at the torturous pleasure, begging for more.
Dante growled and leaned in to nip sharply down Nero's neck, feeling the other trembling beneath him. His hands bunched up Nero's shirt as he lowered his head further, tongue flicking over a hardened nipple that he promptly sucked into his mouth.
Nero couldn't breathe, all of the sensations crashing into him at once making him momentarily forget how as he lost himself in Dante's rough hands and hot mouth, trying to move his hips back against the ones bucking into him, his heart about to burst out of his chest it was hammering so hard. His mouth opened on a silent scream as his back arched sharply, feeling warmth spreading over his groin. If he'd been in his right mind, he would've been mortified that he'd just made a mess in his pants from Dante just dry humping him, but as it was, the premature release just eased some of the unbearable heat and he sagged back against the floor, panting raggedly as he clung to Dante; somewhere in the back of his muddled mind his demon was still making demands, though it sounded just as winded as he was.
More…more…I want…more…
When Nero relaxed, Dante finally slowed his vigorous rhythm and lifted his head, staring down at the teen's flushed face, his eyes closed though his brow was furrowed as if he still wasn't quite comfortable, and Dante had a feeling that he wasn't. Any other time and he would've teased the kid about not being able to hold his load, but this wasn't a joking matter. If the younger didn't get any real release soon, those needs were going to get painful and he might go feral.
"Kid…hey…Nero," his voice came out rough as he nuzzled Nero's cheek to try and rouse him. That hazy look he got wasn't reassuring, since Dante wanted the kid to really hear and understand what he was about to say. "This isn't the real you. And what I'm about to do can't even really be considered helping because I'm just a selfish bastard taking advantage of the situation. I won't expect it to change anything between us, okay?"
Nero hummed as he watched Dante's mouth moving, not really paying attention to what he was saying, leaning up to lick and nibble at the elder's bottom lip, purring contentedly even as he felt the restless heat building in him again. He'd come not two minutes ago and already he was painfully hard again.
Dante sighed and tried to peel Nero's arms off him. That…was easier said than done. He'd barely manage to get one hand off him but as soon as he'd work on the other, the one he'd just pulled off would clutch at him again. After a minute he gave up, having lost his shirt at some point during the struggle, not even attempting to remove the leg lock around his waist. "Hang on," he slid his arms under Nero and sat up on his knees, lifting the younger hunter with him and then awkwardly getting to his feet. Nero didn't object, simply leaned into him and started to nibble at his ear. Dante groaned quietly at the little shivers that started to skitter down his spine, those little love bites making his demon side scream at him to hand over control so it could reciprocate.
Instead he ignored it long enough to carry them up the stairs. If he was going to tear into the poor kid, it might as well be in a bed and not on the floor.
He found his bedroom door was already open and the room was trashed more than usual. The overly sweet scent Nero was emitting was particularly strong and the mental image of the young part-devil rolling around on his bed and nuzzling into his clothes with the same desperation he'd shown downstairs made that small bit of control he was hanging on to snap.
Dante threw Nero down onto the bed, falling down after him and immediately ripping at the younger man's jeans, shredding them off his slim hips. Nero didn't seem to care about the loss of his pants, instead encouraging Dante to keep going, loving the display of forceful lust, his inner demon pleased it could drive the elder out of his mind and get what it was craving at the same time.
What had occurred downstairs was the only foreplay there was going to be, since Dante's demon took complete control and he wasn't willing to wait anymore. He dove down between Nero's legs and began to roughly suck the leaking cock that was aching for any form of attention. Nero threw his head back with a strangled cry and spread his legs open wider, urging Dante to do more. He tried to buck up into the frenzied mouth wrapped around the most sensitive part of him, but the older half-devil mercilessly held his hips down to ravish him. The younger slayer gripped handfuls of silver hair just to have something to hold onto as the world disappeared and all that remained was Dante. He desperately tried to get air into his starving lungs as he came a second time, barely managing a weak protest when the more experienced man lifted his head.
Nero reluctantly released the elder's hair and instead gripped the mussed sheets, hips lifting of their own according when Dante sat up and didn't continue to touch him anywhere. He gasped in surprise when he felt something push into his ass, eyes flying open to see Dante leaning over him, pushing his finger in deeper. Nero grunted a bit at the intrusion that only made him hard again, writhing when it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He wanted it now.
Dante growled low in approval when Nero didn't show any objection or pain, pulling his hand away to yank at his own pants and release his own burning erection, quickly positioning himself between open, legs that wrapped around him again and pulled him invitingly closer. Nero was too lost in the heat affecting him to feel any pain, and his demonic healing would kick in before that sense returned. Lifting the younger man's lithe hips, Dante pushed in slowly at first, but one shuddering moan from Nero and he thrust in to the hilt. He hissed at the searing heat that immediately clamped around him, clutching and attempting to draw his cock in deeper.
"More. More!" Nero demanded, grabbing at Dante's shoulders again. The elder demon slayer stared down at him for a moment, seeing unrestrained lust and submission in those crimson clouded eyes. The small human part of Dante that was still conscious felt a stab of heartache, wishing that accepting look was real.
Snarling, he pulled off Nero's hands and pinned them by the wrists on the bed, hips beginning a rough, fast rhythm. Completely lost in the olfactory overload, Dante's demon basked in the way it so thoroughly dominated the younger slayer, pounding into the willing body relentlessly; with a ferocity that would've seriously injured a normal human.
He reveled in the muscles pulsing around his throbbing erection, the incoherent cries and unrestrained whimpers Nero made, begging for more, always more, echoing every lewd slap of their hips.
Dante leaned more of his weight into his hands that were still pinning Nero's wrists that were struggling to break free. He was on the verge of triggering completely and didn't want to break the kid in half, and if he let Nero claw at his back, he knew he'd like it enough to change. Under the almost overpowering smell of sweet flowers and raw sex, Dante's nose tingled as it caught a new scent joining in. Something darker, stronger, like an exotic spice.
Shit, I didn't mean for it to go this far… but it was too late, he couldn't stop it. He'd wanted to mark Nero as his mate so badly and now with his demon in full control it was impossible to hold it back. It wanted its scent all over the younger man. Inside of him so that any other demon that would dare try and take Nero away would know just who they would have to answer to. His lips peeled back, baring sharp fangs that he sank possessively into Nero's shoulder as he moved at a spine breaking pace.
"Harder! Harder! Oh Dante!" Hearing Nero screaming his name as he arched his back up off the bed, coming hard across his flat stomach and even up to his chest, staining the bunched shirt that had never been taken off the younger man completely pushed Dante over the edge and he let go of the teen's wrists to grab at his hips, yanking them up higher as he finally triggered and plunged in as deep as he could, shuddering as he filled Nero to the brim with his hot seed a couple hard thrusts later.
And just like that, the air cleared a bit of the heavy scent of tropical flowers, the smell of sex, sweat and the dark spice of Dante's demon claiming Nero overshadowing it; the worst of the heat over now that he'd mated with Nero properly.
Dante detriggered and suddenly had complete control over himself again. Though that didn't mean much, seeing as he was utterly exhausted; barely keeping from collapsing onto a panting Nero, he made himself pull out of that wonderfully tight ass and rolled onto his side, trying to catch his breath.
Slowly composing himself, Dante realized he was still partially clothed and kicked his pants the rest of the way off, turning his head to see how Nero was doing, leaning over to help the limp younger man to get the messy shirt over his head and tossing it away. He jumped slightly when he felt the younger slayer curl against him, nuzzling sleepily into his chest and purring in utter satisfaction.
"Dante…"
He smiled faintly at that and wrapped his arms around Nero, holding him tight. His heart ached at the thought that, once the kid woke up and had the ability to think again, he'd never get the opportunity to do this again. The younger's demon was obviously smitten with him, but Dante could only guess how Nero himself felt. And I went and just mated with him without even asking.
He just hoped that when Nero was done kicking his ass for this, they could still be friends somehow.
