Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with Devil May Cry in any official capacity, and am writing this for fun. God. What was I thinking - this isn't fun at all!
Rating: (oh so very) M
Pairing: Dante x Nero
Genre: Romance/Humour
Warnings: Yaoi (this means two guys getting down and dirty). Language, sexytimes, possible OOC
Summary: Dante seems determined to keep flying around in stupid circles, and Lady's about ready to blast his ass out of the sky. Poor Nero gets to watch while it all crashes and burns. Dante x Nero.
Holding Pattern
by Write-Error
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Chapter 6:
4 AM
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Sunday morning, watching the city sleep
Dreams are shining, finally they're within reach
There's a way, there's a way I know
. . .
I know that someday we will surely find it
- Kaskade
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Dante felt like he was in a dream.
His perception of time was completely fucked. His brain could only handle a limited number of things at a time, and it was already running at full capacity. Circuits had overloaded. Wires had come loose, and they were now throwing showers of sparks.
Dante's mind was completely fuckin' fried.
There was just too much awesome stuff going on to keep track of. He wanted to absorb it, remember it, file it all away for safekeeping. . . but there was too much, and there was no way he could. It was like after weeks of being stuck in a desert - chasing mirages, slowly running dry - he'd somehow found his way back to civilization.
And now, he was attempting to drink his fill from a fire-hose - getting so much of what he needed, all at once.
First, there was the warm weight of Nero across Dante's thighs as he sat on the couch. Then, the feeling of Nero's arms around his neck - one smooth and human, the other like hardened leather and soft suede - radiating enough heat to make perspiration rise on Dante's skin. Then, there was the sensation of Nero's firm, smooth lips on his own, and Nero's warm, wet tongue rubbing sweetly against Dante's.
He had no idea how long they'd been like this, on the couch, with Nero straddling Dante's lap. They were wrapped up in each other. Just kissing.
Dante had never known his mouth could be so sensitive, or that he could enjoy something so simple this much. He was so physically and mentally exhausted that he didn't even fully register the urgency of his desire. Yes, his body was hot for Nero - he was about to tear a hole through his jeans - but, somehow, that feeling just wasn't connecting to the rest of him.
He didn't feel compelled to go any further. Rather, he was content with this, for now. No, not even content. Thrilled. This was Nero, close against him. Their mouths were meeting, warm and soft. Somehow, it felt like a battery inside Dante that had been completely drained was slowly being recharged.
Pleasure washed over him in slow waves. For the first time, Dante felt like the intensity of his feelings for Nero wasn't just punishing him, tearing at him, raking him over coals. Wanting Nero - loving Nero - well, it was fucking amazing. It was the best thing ever. He'd never known anything could feel this good.
To top it all off, Dante was now satisfactorily convinced that Nero had not, in fact, been making out with anyone else. Since they'd started, Nero had gone from clumsy and uncertain to sweet and teachable. . . and he was now rounding the corner towards hot and bossy. His fingers were tugging in Dante's hair, moving him where he wanted. His thighs tightened on Dante's hips, pressing close, eyelashes shadowing his cheeks when he pulled back to breathe.
Just having Nero against him, arms around him, breathing with him - feeling the heat of his mouth, his soft lips, his mouth tasting like the orange soda he must've been drinking at some point before coming home - this was so completely different from the kisses Dante had given and received before now. Those had always felt a little like required stops on the road to fucking - not something he'd ever wanted to gorge himself on.
But right now, Dante just wanted more, more, more. It looked like everything this time around was going to be completely different. . . and it would all be new to Nero, too.
That thought made Dante want to take it slow. He looked forward to taking each layer, each shred of Nero's innocence and thoroughly, lovingly defiling it a bit at a time.
"Can't believe I'm so lucky - my very own personal virgin," Dante murmured, licking his way into Nero's mouth for another taste before pulling back and enjoying the hazy look in the other man's deep blue eyes. He smiled, rubbing his thumbs over Nero's hip-bones and pressing his mouth against his throat. "It's great. I love it. Thank god Fortuna's full of mouth-breathing dumbasses, or I'd have never got this chance. I've gotta savor this."
Nero turned red, but raised an eyebrow at him. "God, Dante," he muttered - to the older man's delight, that voice was low and hoarse. "That's embarrassing as hell. You really do talk like a dirty old man."
"You just keep crackin' wise like that. I'll show you, punk." Dante sucked a mark into the base of the younger man's neck and turned, pushing Nero down onto his back on the couch. He paused to admire the mark - a little pink circle that said 'Dante was here.' His fingers slid up under the hem of Nero's shirt, pressing up over his stomach, before Dante buried his face again against Nero's throat. His skin felt like heaven - warm and smooth over the firm muscle beneath.
Dante pressed closer, feeling Nero hard against his stomach. "Baby," he whispered, rubbing up against him. "You really want me. Thank fucking god."
Nero just rolled his eyes, and pulled Dante down for another kiss. He hooked one leg around Dante's. His tongue pressed into Dante's mouth and stroked against his palate before he pulled back with a little sigh.
Dante's fingers curled against Nero's waist, the older man absorbed in just looking at him. Flushed, breathing hard, looking up at Dante with his warm blue gaze. Damn. Beautiful. . . so gorgeous that Dante really had to rest his eyes for a sec.
He wrapped his arms firmly around the younger man, burying his face against his neck. Toasty. . .
"-nte. Dante!"
"Ow!" Dante jerked suddenly, his eyes flickering open. Nero was staring at him with equal parts annoyance and concern. His fist was still raised from bopping Dante on the head. "What is it?" he murmured, hugging Nero tighter. Wait. Why was the collar of Nero's shirt wet?
"Dante, you seriously need to go to sleep," Nero observed. He combed Dante's hair back out of his face with his fingers. "C'mon. Time for you to go to bed."
Dante shook his head, eyes closed. "No."
Nero sighed. "Just fuckin' go to bed already! You know, it's kind of a downer when the first person I'm making out with is falling asleep on-"
"No, I'm fine! Totally awake!" Dante insisted. He kissed Nero's stubborn chin. "You know how long I've been waiting around for you? You can't get away from me that easily."
"Were you. . . Dante, be honest with me." Nero was carefully examining his expression. "Were you really acting all weird because of. . . this? I mean, you've been acting strange. For a long-ass time, I thought you were getting ready to kick me out."
Dante tangled his hand in Nero's hair then and pulled into a fierce kiss. Nero tasted so good. When he pulled away, he stared down into his startled eyes, hoping he could communicate how unhappy he was with that idea. "No way in hell am I kicking you out or lettin' you go anywhere. I've been. . . I didn't know how to deal with this. You've been driving me crazy. There's no way I'm goin' to sleep now when I've finally figured my shit out and got you where I want you." He scowled. "Deal with it."
"Wait. . ." Nero planted his hands on his shoulders and held him at a distance when he went in for another kiss.
Dante felt a bit like a kid getting his favourite thing taken away from him. Playing keep-away like that wasn't cool at all. "C'mon, babe, don't be like that. . ."
Nero made a frustrated little sound in his throat. "Damn it! You passed out and were just droolin' on my shoulder. Dante, you look so wrecked."
Dante frowned. Okay, falling asleep while trying to make time with Nero was. . . actually really embarrassing. He did feel sorry, but. . . no. No. There was no way he was letting go right now. That would be way worse. Letting Nero slip away and possibly regain his sanity and decide to call the whole thing off was a bad idea on the level of 'hey a big red button in this mysterious submarine - let's press this and see what it does'.
"That. . . that's 'cause you're tasty!" Dante argued lamely. "I can't help it, baby's just so delicious."
Nero made a face. "Yeah. I'm tasty," he shot back, sarcastic. "That's definitely why you made this weird snorting sound, your muscles went totally slack, you face-planted into my neck, and then your mouth started leaking." Nero sat back and crossed his arms. "Either making it with me is really fuckin' boring, or you need to go to sleep. Either way, this buffet is now closed." Then, he dealt a little smack to Dante's shoulder. "And please tell me you're not gonna be callin' me 'baby' all the time - I thought 'kid' was bad enough, but now we're actually starting to roll back stages of development."
Dante scowled. He really was tired, and the last thing he wanted to do was give Nero the chance to add 'falls asleep while getting it on' to some list of points relating to his old man status. Especially now. It was kind of important that Nero think he was incredibly sexy, and not in danger of slipping and breaking a hip if the opportunity to fuck in the shower were to arise.
But still. . .
He wrapped his arms firmly around Nero and locked his hands together, stubborn. "Nero," he coaxed. "I don't wanna let go of you. I just. . . I haven't slept in two days, I was freaking out that entire time, and I'm kind of out of it. I'm so relieved it's like an adrenaline crash. I barely know what's going on right now."
Dante was not used to anything this good happening to him. He was a bit suspicious that he might actually be out cold on the couch, collapsed out of exhaustion, and that this was all some kind of hallucination - some kind of cruel wish-fulfillment dream that he'd come up with on his own. He did hope that if he were to fantasize a situation where he told Nero how he felt, he wouldn't have fucked it up so bad. However, the fact that it had somehow worked out despite his serious ineptitude made him think it really was a figment of his imagination.
The jury was still out on the authenticity of recent events. He brushed their lips together again. "Just. . . I'm kind of worried this won't be real when I wake up."
Nero bit Dante's lip. Hard.
"Hey!" Dante gave Nero a his best 'how could you do this to me?' look as he licked at the blood beading up from the broken skin. "God, you're mean! What the hell have I gotten myself into with you? This is fuckin' abusive!"
"See? I'm real, I'm mean, and I'm getting kind of pissed off," Nero grumbled, taking Dante's face in his hands and turning him from side to side with a concerned look. "Just go to sleep already. You got these eyebags going on, you look really tired. Seriously. You look like death right now, and you need sleep, that's for damned sure."
"Only if you stay with me," Dante counter-offered.
Nero's eyes narrowed. He smooshed Dante's cheeks in.
Dante seized on the opportunity to make fish-lips. Nero snickered, released his face, and curled his arm around Dante's neck. "Okay. But if you start touchin' on me and then pass out, my self-esteem will be dead forever, and you'll never be gettin' any of this. Just so you know."
"I really, really want some of this. I swear I won't start nothin' I can't finish," Dante yawned, hugging Nero close. "God, I really just wanna sleep. I really am about to pass out. Too much stress. You put me through the wringer. I don't know how I'm gonna deal with you; I'm already fallin' apart here."
"Jeez, I kind of noticed," Nero said softly. He kissed Dante on the cheek, and then pried himself loose from the arms locked around his waist. "Get up, get up." He wormed his way out from under Dante and, getting to his feet, grabbed Dante's hand to tug him off the couch. "C'mon."
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The next time Dante came back to consciousness, he was absolutely relaxed - utterly warm and secure in the cave of his covers. He just lay there for a little while in the dark, eyes still closed.
It was all coming back to him. He was lying on his side, one arm slung around Nero's waist as the other man lay on his back.
Nero.
Dante slowly opened his eyes, just to confirm. Yes, Nero was there. He'd stripped down to his undershirt, which was riding up, and boxer-briefs, which were slipping down. His hair was sticking out all over the place, and his mouth was hanging open. The covers hadn't been able to keep up with him, and the parts that Dante hadn't managed to steal were now pretty much only covering his calves.
He had no idea how on earth Nero been managing in his own room's narrow twin bed without falling out - the guy was always shifting and rolling around, and seemed to be trying to take up as much space as possible.
Luckily, he didn't seem to be cold at all. He'd flung his devil bringer out and it was overhanging the edge of the bed, casting a blue glow in the dark of the room. As he slept, he made this noise that was almost a snore, but not quite. It was more like this faint rattling sound as he breathed.
Dante knew he ought to find that noise aggravating, but somehow he just didn't.
He propped himself up on his elbow and stared at Nero's slack face, his arm tightening, pulling him closer against him. Dante sighed. This was probably creepy. He didn't really care. Finally, Nero was here, in Dante's bed. Goddamn it, if he didn't want to be perved on, he'd have to stop being so fucking gorgeous all the time.
They'd probably only been sleeping for an hour or so, but Dante was feeling relatively okay now. More importantly, now that the exhaustion passed, Dante was really fucking horny. He was already half hard just from being close to Nero, smelling him, looking at him. Dante'd stripped off too, wearing just his boxers to bed. That had mostly been because he'd been a bit worried that he'd just start humping Nero in his sleep or something.
Now he just couldn't wait to start touching him again.
Dante raised his head and peered at his bedside table before falling back onto his pillow. The clock read 2:47am. It would probably be wrong to wake Nero up right now; it sounded like his mission had been really tiring.
His mission with Lady.
Dante scowled at that and pressed himself closer against Nero's side, arm tightening possessively as he buried his nose in his hair. No matter what the kid said about that, it still bugged Dante that he couldn't come out and just tell him what the hell was going on.
Nero shifted then, his hip pressing and rubbing up against Dante's now fully awakened erection. Dante exhaled slowly, resisting the strong urge to pull his boxers down and rub his cock against that warm, bare skin. Fuck.
Then, Nero turned in his arms, pressing close. His bringer came to rest on Dante's back.
Dante squeezed his eyes shut. This was okay. He could endure this. Just being close to Nero was wonderful, he wouldn't do anything. . .
Then, Nero nestled his face against the crook of Dante's shoulder, inhaled deeply, and let out a low, happy rumbling sound that sounded almost like a purr. He pulled himself as close as he could and then hitched his thigh over Dante's hip - which just happened to tug the waistband of the older man's boxers down.
The length of Dante's erection had found its escape route and slipped free. He hissed out a breath as the leaking head of his cock met Nero's smooth stomach, sliding wetly over the skin, slipping through the soft line of hair on Nero's belly.
The rumble in Nero's throat deepened. Dante's dick jumped.
Fuck. That was it.
Dante rolled Nero onto his back and settled between his spread thighs. He did a quick check for morning breath - good, still okay - before burying his fingers in Nero's hair and kissing the hell out of him.
His tongue slid forcefully into Nero's warm, slack mouth, teeth nibbling at his soft lower lip. His hips rocked firmly, stroking his entire length against Nero's belly, and god. The friction felt delicious.
"Wha. . . Dante. . ." he gasped, waking up.
"Yeah, baby?" Dante murmured - as though Nero wasn't suddenly waking up to about six feet three inches of highly aroused male coming on to him with the heat of a thousand suns. He pushed Nero's arms up before slowly sliding his hands under the ribbed cotton of Nero's shirt. Then, he was wrenching it up and over Nero's head. He tossed it over the side of the bed, never to get in his way again.
Much better - there was so much perfect skin for Dante to touch now that the evil shirt was gone.
He buried his mouth against Nero's shoulder, teeth sinking into the firm flesh as his hips ground his erection down against the thin cotton of Nero's underwear, saying a very loud hello to Nero's growing hardness.
"Dante. . ." Nero's voice was rough with sleep, surprise and arousal. His head was rolling back against the pillow as his hands stroked up Dante's back and landed in his hair. "Ah. . ."
"That's it, Nero," Dante growled as his fingers moved up over Nero's ribcage, fingers teasing at his tightening nipples. He pressed another kiss to Nero's neck, his tongue lapping the salt off his skin. "Mmm. Baby. I love how you say my name when I'm touchin' you."
"Fuck. . . Dante!" Nero said, now sounding more awake. . . and maybe even a little annoyed.
Well, that wouldn't do. Dante had to do something about that.
He laved his tongue over Nero's nipple and ran the palm of his hand lovingly over Nero's trapped erection. So hot. It throbbed under Dante's hand. "Mmm," he murmured, feeling how thick and long the other man was. "Nice."
Nero's hips jerked under him, pressing more fully into the heat of Dante's hand, trying to get him to move. "Oh my god. . ."
Dante sucked at the nipple, circling it with the tip of his tongue as he rubbed Nero with the flat of his palm, just teasing. He felt a slight dampness develop there, causing the thin, soft cotton to cling more closely to the hard flesh.
Nero breathed heavily now. "D-dante. . . please. . ."
Dante stopped, pulled back on his haunches, and enjoyed the sight of Nero panting under him for a moment. Even in the dark Dante could see how flushed he was. So gorgeous, all turned on from Dante's attentions. His gaze slid down Dante's chest and stomach before landing on his exposed cock and widening. Nero swallowed visibly.
"Nero, I'll be so good to you," Dante murmured, his palms stroking the soft skin of Nero's thighs. "All you need to do is settle things with Lady and come to me. You've gotta tell me properly that you're gonna be mine."
At that, Nero tore his gaze away from Dante's truly intimidating erection, looking a bit confused. He raised himself up on his elbows. "Huh? Dante, I told you-"
Dante lowered his body against Nero's again and bit at the side of his neck in reproof. "You basically told me not to fuckin' worry. That was it. You didn't tell me shit, even though you obviously have some kind of thing happening," Dante said roughly into his ear, squeezing him lightly through his boxer-briefs, his thumb stroking firmly up the shaft. "'Don't worry' ain't enough, Nero."
Nero turned his head to the side and moaned. "Dante!"
The older man released his hold. He pressed his erection against Nero's through the fabric of his underwear and ground down again, smiling wickedly when he heard a little whimper escape Nero's throat.
"You know what I wanna do to you?" he asked. He pulled Nero's knees up, rubbing his palms over the skin of his legs, and then over the firm flesh of his buttocks.
Dante pressed his lips close to Nero's ear, letting him hear all the want he'd been suppressing. It coloured and saturated his voice, making it sound low and raw. "Nero, I wanna open you up. Sink my fingers in you. Slick you up, get you ready for me."
Nero bit his lip, taking an uneven breath. "D-dante. . ."
Dante swallowed at his breathless, needy tone, and continued. "I'll spend a lot of time on you, 'cause I don't want to hurt you with this," he murmured as he ground down again, letting Nero feel how big he was. "But Nero, I'm gonna give it to you. I'm gonna work my way inside you when I have you begging for it, baby. I'm gonna blow your mind. You have no idea. . . I've been saving it all up for you. It's gonna be sooo good. . ."
Nero's eyes were dark. He pulled Dante down into a kiss, sucking roughly at his tongue as he tugged hard on Dante's hair. "You talk pretty fuckin' big," he growled in challenge.
Dante pulled back, breathing heavily, staring into Nero's face, running a finger tenderly over his flushed cheek. "It's not just talk, Nero. . . but you're not getting any of this until you sort that shit out and say you're gonna be mine. I've been loving you like crazy, I need more from you than this. 'Cause why would you buy this cow if you can have the milk for free?"
Nero blinked. Then, he dragged Dante back down into a kiss, rocking up into him with lazy rotations of his hips. When he pulled back for air, he made a choking sound, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh my god. D-dante. Are you. . . seriously?" He chuckled, totally helpless. "Are you really withholding sex? You, of all people?" He laughed harder. "And. . . haha! Did you just call yourself a cow?"
Dante had to be firm about this or he was gonna get walked all over - he could just feel it. He'd said it out to give himself words to stick to, because without them, he really didn't think he'd be able to hold himself back. Dante wrapped an arm around Nero's shaking shoulders, rubbing his nose against his cheek.
"Well. . . yeah. I guess that's what I'm doing." He smiled against Nero's skin. "Baby, you ain't getting any of my beef until you brand me good and proper."
Nero clutched at Dante's shoulders, shuddering in mirth. "P-please stop talking!"
Dante grinned. "And I'm tellin' you, this shit's one-hundred-percent grade A. You ain't never goin' back once you've had it."
"Oh god! Fuck, shut up!" Nero gasped, hand pressing his stomach as he shook.
"Mmm." Dante sucked Nero's trembling lower lip into his mouth, eyes closing. He licked his way into Nero's mouth again, tasting the other man's soft moan as he traced the sensitive flesh of his lips with the tip of his tongue.
"Nero." He kissed him again, whispering against his lips. "Even if we won't be unlocking any trophies tonight, we're still definitely gonna play the demo." He pulled back, enjoying the look of want in Nero's smiling eyes as he rocked forward against his belly. He was so, so hard. His eyes fell closed. If Nero didn't start touching him soon, he was probably just gonna lose it. "Baby, please. . . grab my stick."
"Dante," Nero gasped, shaking with laughter and whacking Dante repeatedly on the shoulders with his fists. "Where do you come up with this shit? It's so stupid. My stomach hurts! P-please don't make me laugh anymore."
"Got it. No more talking, no more laughing." Dante sucked at the spot under Nero's ear. "Oh, Nero," he said quietly, in a voice rasping with desire.
He slid his hands over all the soft warm skin that was tempting him, slid lower between Nero's thighs so he could taste it. Dante ran the flat of his tongue over Nero's chest, tasting him, sucking marks into his white flesh, lapping at his nipples. His hands gripped Nero's hips as he gorged himself on the salty sweet flavour under his tongue, pulling up slightly to stare down at what he was going to lay claim to.
Nero, under him, was arching into Dante's touch, looking all flushed and happy. His cock looked like it was trying to fight its way out of his underwear, leaking a dark wet spot into the front of the grey cotton. Dante exhaled softly.
Oh, wow. Life truly was good.
"I'm gonna take such good care of you," he murmured, before pressing soft kisses over Nero's flat stomach, raking his teeth over it and feeling the muscles jump, the hot pressure of Nero's dick pulsing against his collarbone. He kissed his way down the pale, silvery line of hair, slipped his tongue briefly under the waistband of the boxer briefs before deciding to leave them for a bit longer.
Then, Dante lowered his head, running his parted lips over the straining length through the fabric.
"Fuck," Nero gasped. His bringer was in Dante's hair now, claws curling against his scalp.
Dante sucked at the side of Nero's cock through the soft material, letting his saliva dampen it further as he breathed in Nero's hot, musky scent. "Baby," he whispered against the straining flesh. His own dick was leaking in sympathy, and he pressed it against the cool cotton of the sheet beneath him. "Ask me for it."
"Dante," Nero husked, staring down. "Suck it, suck my cock. Please, I. . . I wanna feel your mouth."
Dante hooked his fingers into the elastic of the boxer-briefs, dragging them down. Nero's erection sprang out, nearly smacking Dante in the face. He threw the underwear to the side and took Nero's hips in his hands, his wet tongue finally meeting bare, overheated skin as he licked from Nero's balls to the very tip in one slow movement.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck, Dante!" Nero gasped, fingers twitching against his scalp. "Dante-"
"Yeah, lemme hear you," Dante muttered roughly, before swirling his tongue around the straining head. He sucked it into his mouth briefly before letting it go with a pop and admiring it. Nero's cock was long and thick, with a gentle upward curve - and a perfect, pale pink all over, blushing a deep rose at the head. Not as big as Dante's, but it was plenty big.
He swallowed, watching a bead of pre-come well up from the slit and roll slowly down the shaft. "Your cock is beautiful, baby. How the hell can a guy have junk this pretty? Fuck, it's ridiculous," he groaned, before lapping that drop up.
"Stop fuckin' admiring it and suck it already!" Nero groaned. His hands clenched in Dante's hair as he tried to move him, but Dante wasn't having any of that.
He licked his lips, took Nero's shaft in his hand, and then slowly took him in. He carefully rubbed his tongue over the hard flesh, getting him good and wet so he could slide the circle of his lips down further.
This wasn't something Dante had ever imagined he would do before Nero. . . but damn. It was a huge turn-on, feeling how hard his lover was, all because of him. Tasting him - salt and musk and Nero. Sucking at him and feeling the response in the jerk of his trapped hips, the hands pulling in his hair.
Dante closed his eyes and moaned, pulling back and sinking down again. He twisted his tongue around the hard flesh that opened his mouth. The head of Nero's cock stroked over his palate and Dante curled his fingers over what he wasn't taking, stroking it, hearing Nero make incoherent sounds as he leaked more pre-come into Dante's mouth.
Dante took his time for a while, really enjoying Nero's tormented cries and curses when he changed rhythm - but soon, the other man's hips were jerking hard, trying to get in deeper as Nero repeated his name breathlessly. Dante started moving in earnest then, sliding Nero as far as he could take, bobbing on the slick, wet flesh, swallowing in rhythm so Nero could feel the constriction around the head of his dick.
Nero had released Dante's head and was clutching at the sheets beside him. "Oh, fuck, Dante, Dante, fuck, take it, suck it, it's so fucking good oh my god oh my god, fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna. . ."
Dante just sucked harder, tried to take more. He could feel Nero swelling in his mouth, the head pulsing deliciously against his soft palate. He extended his tongue as far as he could, raised himself up to try and get a better angle, and slid Nero as far down as he could take him, swallowing around the hot, thick flesh.
"Fuck!" Nero nearly shouted, his voice low and raw. "Dante, Dante. . ."
He slid one hand down, pressing his thumb over the spot between Nero's tightened balls and his clenching anus, and felt him let go.
Dante pinned Nero down with a forearm across his belly, and started gulping at the hot fluid that was filling his mouth, slipping down his throat.
Oh god. This was Nero. This was the taste of Nero, sliding over his tongue in warm waves, and Dante was already learning to love it. He swallowed, still suckling, hearing the other man curse, twitching on his tongue as he drew every drop from him. Dante's dick rubbed wetly against the mattress - he was leaking so much now that he wondered if he was gonna come just from sucking Nero off.
Nero spurted one more time in Dante's mouth and then his erection started to subside. Dante gentled, backing off and taking the rest from him. He heard Nero give a little whimper as his tongue slid over his wet shaft, before finally releasing him and letting the soft length rest along his thigh.
Fuck. Dante panted, squeezed his eyes shut, pressed his cheek against Nero's stomach, and tried not to lose it on the sheets. He dragged his boxers down, kicking them off.
Then, Nero was yanking Dante back up, kissing him. Dante took the lead almost immediately, past any notion of control. Soon it was hot, wet and desperate, Dante's tongue thoroughly fucking Nero's soft mouth. Nero's hand slid down Dante's chest, finally wrapping around Dante's engorged cock, squeezing and stroking the dripping, twitching flesh.
Dante made a helpless whining sound as he pushed into the touch. "Nero. . ."
"Fuck," Nero groaned against Dante's lips. "You're so fucking big it's stupid - you got any lube in here?" Dante could only stare hungrily with half-lidded eyes as Nero gave him a slow smile of promise. "I got something you're gonna like, but you'll need to be wetter for this," he murmured before kissing Dante again.
Dante, past the point of being able to speak, motioned towards the bedside table. Nero yanked the drawer until it was tilting precariously and about to fall out, and grabbed the bottle when he spotted it. He flipped the top up with a click. Dante rolled to lie beside Nero, pressed his mouth to the skin of his back, squeezing his tormented cock in an attempt to gain a bit of control.
He watched as Nero squirted a good amount of lube into the palm of his devil bringer and opened and closed his hand a few times, warming it up. Then, he turned back to Dante and was kissing him again. He raked his teeth over Dante's jaw, sucked at his neck, and then took Dante's throbbing, needy erection into his demonic hand with no preamble.
Dante gasped as he was squeezed, lost in the sensation of Nero finally touching him.
Nero kissed him harder, and that hot, wet hand started to move, tugging firmly over Dante's erection.
"Oh fuck, oh god, you feel. . . oh Nero. . ." Nero's palm and fingers - usually the texture of soft suede - now slid over Dante's skin, warm, rough, tender, wet - like a hot tongue wrapping around Dante's dick. He squeezed his eyes shut, thrust his cock into that pleasuring hand, panting so hard that he felt like he was gonna hyperventilate. "Nero, fuck, I'm not gonna be able to take much of this, it's too fuckin' good. . ."
Still stroking, Nero sucked kisses down Dante's chest, his hand twisting in slippery strokes up over the head of Dante's cock. It was nearly purple now, so swollen with blood and need that Dante thought he'd die if he didn't come soon. "Baby, Nero, please-"
Nero licked his way down Dante's stomach, and then his tongue was sliding over the head of Dante's cock - slipping around in the steady flow of pre-come, probing teasingly into the slit. His bringer continued its stroking and squeezing while he held Dante down with his human hand. God, Nero's touch on Dante's desperate arousal - so tight, messy, sloppy, and god, the heat of it. Dante wanted it to go on forever, but he knew he wouldn't be able to take it for long. Nero kept lazily rubbing his wet, pink lips and tongue over and around the the fat head each time it surged out of his demonic fist. Just the sight of Nero's sweet mouth on his cock was enough to make Dante crazy, but it felt fucking spectacular.
"Gonna come," Dante said then, barely able to form words, fighting to keep still.
Nero raised his head to look up at him. Then, he took the drenched, gleaming purple head of Dante's erection between his lips, relaxing his jaw and rubbing the slick circle of his mouth down over the flared crown. He sucked at it mercilessly, worked it with his tongue as his eyes closed and his blushing cheeks hollowed. And all the while, he tugged his bringer quickly over Dante's shaft, like he was milking Dante into his mouth.
Dante let out a hoarse cry at the sight and the sensation. Nero's reddened lips stretched over him, his hot mouth sucking his cock-head like it was a delicious piece of candy that he was trying to get the filling out of. Dante couldn't help but give it up. He was coming, coming so hard he was seeing spots.
"Nero. . ." Dante panted helplessly, unable to tear his eyes away.
Nero took the first forceful spurt, coaxing it out with his tongue, and then pulled off, jerking Dante in firm, steady strokes. Dante moaned as Nero closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and took a face-full of thick white come, flicking his tongue out to catch it as it streaked over his lips and his pink cheeks.
The inhuman heat of his devil bringer continued to stroke smoothly up over the entirety of Dante's erection as it twitched, releasing what looked like the biggest load ever all over Nero's face, parted lips, neck, and chest. The last jets of semen rolled down the shaft, spilling over the fingers of Nero's glowing hand as he gently tugged the last out of Dante.
Then, Nero lowered his head again. Dante watched in fascination as he licked the head lovingly, kissed it, and then drew it back into his mouth and took the last remaining drops. Dante hissed a breath in between his teeth as Nero let go then, running his pretty pink tongue down the over-sensitized shaft, and cleaning him with gentle licks as he softened.
It took a while for Dante to get his head working right again.
Fuck, he realized in horror. A possessive heat rushed through his veins for the first time ever. Nero was too fucking hot. He could never be permitted to leave the house again. He was a fucking wet dream come to life, and he couldn't be allowed to use that shit on anyone but Dante. Where the fuck had he learned to drive a man crazy like that? Dante was gonna go there and beat the shit out of anyone who had even looked at him funny.
Dante could barely move, but at the memory of that insanely erotic display, he felt his dick twitch again like it wanted another go. He dragged Nero away from where he was still gently licking Dante's overly sensitive and slightly chafed cock and kissed him, wet and sloppy. They were a complete fucking mess, but Dante really didn't give a shit at this point. "Fuck," he moaned against Nero's mouth. "Fuck, babe, you're too fucking sexy. So beautiful. I love you so much, Nero."
Nero stared at him with a soft look in his eyes. He then curled one arm around Dante's neck as he was mercilessly nuzzled. "Mmm, Dante. Ow, you're scratchy," he mumbled. He kissed Dante again, and then pulled away slightly as he tried to clean his face off with the sheet. "And you're getting come all over you too. Here," he squinted at Dante, swiping at his cheek.
By that point, Dante felt somewhat revived. He blinked slowly at Nero's face before leaning in and kissing him some more, moaning as Nero instantly opened to him, letting him taste himself. God. It had only been a little while ago when Nero had been kissing him like he didn't know how. Now his mouth was like a fuckin' playground, and he tasted like Dante's come. Dante shivered with pleasure and hauled Nero closer to him, before looking around for something to clean him off with.
Dante rummaged around off the side of the bed, and came up with a box of tissues. He grabbed a few and stroked Nero's hair lovingly before starting to wipe him off.
Nero just lay there, obviously a bit sleepy, and then a little smirk appeared on his face. "Well. You sure talked big earlier about buying cows, but from the feel of things, I got plenty of milk for free." Nero grinned, and then started cracking up. "C-can I even afford you? You must be the star of the dairy. Man. How can one person produce this much jizz. . ."
Nero's fit of laughter made Dante roll his eyes. "Yeah like you had nothing to do with it? 'Cause the way I see it, it's mostly your fault!" Dante scowled as Nero started laughing so hard that the mattress began to jiggle. "Okay, you little brat, that's it. I take the cow thing back and I'm switching to 'put a ring on it.'"
"What k-kind of ring on w-what exactly?" Nero guffawed.
Dante rolled his eyes again and let out a long-suffering sigh. "That's right, you're not allowed to have any of this until you strap a cock-ring on me. That's totally what I was meaning to say." He threw his hands up in exaggerated disgust. "God. What could be at the centre of this anti-romantic field? Oh look, it's Nero!" he concluded with mock-surprise. "You're where romance goes to die, kid. I can't work my magic under these conditions!"
Nero grinned and cuddled against Dante's side when he settled back down on the pillow. "Calling me a kid is creepy, not romantic, so I'm not the only problem here. Which reminds me, I'm way too young to be putting rings on anything. Gotta travel the world. Sow some wild oats before settling down. You know how it is," he joked.
Dante turned onto his side and stared at Nero, combing his silvery hair away from his sweet blue eyes. "You're settled down as of now. Are you kidding me? We've been like the opposite of friends with benefits - I've been loving you without any damned benefits for way too fucking long." He wrapped his arms securely around Nero and pecked him on the mouth. "You've been withholding my benefits. I'm pretty sure that shit's illegal."
"So. . . you'll report me to the labour board?" Nero shot back, but his gaze was warm, and his arms were curling around Dante's neck.
Dante stared at Nero, completely serious for once.
He had to nip this shit in the bud, right fucking now. "None of this wild oats bullshit. You just ask me for whatever you think you'd be getting somewhere else, and I'll show you how much better you'll have it right here. You and Lady were flirting around and I wanted to throw her out a window; you don't want to see what would happen if you took someone else to bed with you. I'd go insane."
Nero grumbled. "Still doesn't seem fair to me to skip my slutty phase and settle down with you." He turned his head into the pillow for a moment. "The shit Fiona told me - I mean at the time I didn't think much of it, but now it's kinda personally relevant to me-" he cut himself off.
Dante grimaced. If he'd only known how badly his past behaviour was going to come back to bite him in the ass. . .
He was leaning down to try to kiss away Nero's unmoving frown when he caught it. "Whoa! Whoa, hold up. Why are you even talking to Fiona?"
Nero shrugged. "Remember, she called the office line a while ago? You were totally shit-faced at Love Planet and it took her an hour of trying before I got back and could answer the phone. Anyway, when I went to get you. . . and by the way, you can never do that again! I was fuckin' worried, you dumb piece of shit! I never wanna see you like that again!"
"Won't be a problem, now I got you," Dante mumbled.
Nero exhaled. "Anyway, she asked for my cell in case you went in acting all fucked up again. But really, she only calls to chat, and it's hard to get rid of her - I mean, she just keeps leavin' messages!" He pulled a face. "She's. . . I'm getting this weird feeling that she. . . likes me, or somethin'. I mean, it's fuckin' strange but it's really startin' to seem that way." Nero said it as though it was completely inconceivable.
Dante rolled his eyes at his idiocy, before twitching with realization.
"What? You gave her your number? Wait. . . I don't even have your number!" he whined, looking at Nero accusingly. It looked more and more like the kid was gonna be a handful. Whether it was Nero being naive or just dumb as a rock, Dante could already tell he was going to be busting his ass keeping him in line.
It was a good thing Dante's hair couldn't get any whiter. This shit was fucking ridiculous.
Dante growled. "Just. . . cut her off or something. Don't pick up when she calls. She's after you and she has this weird kink for your arm. Why's she tellin' you this shit, anyway? Is this fuckin' sabotage or something? I can't fuckin' stand her," he sniped. "I'm gonna have to go scare her off you or-"
"You liked her enough to bone her, along with half of the Capulet metro area," Nero replied flatly, shoving Dante with a huff of irritation. "What, so you'd just prefer I didn't hear it from anyone? I know I'm being lame about it, but you. . . Dante, it's not even at the level of being kind of old-"
"Hey!" Dante interjected. Nero didn't even pause.
"-and having past experiences that go with it. It's like. . . you've practically taken the census with your dick!" He scowled. "I'm at a total disadvantage. I'll always have you treating me like I'm some little kid compared to you. That sucks, man. What if I screwed my way across town, huh? How would you like that?"
Dante embraced Nero tightly, a tide of anxiety rising inside him. Every single cell in his body was in revolt over Nero thinking about going on some kind of sexual odyssey without him. With other people. Other people touching Nero, who was his now.
Yeah, Nero was his. That was never gonna change. No matter what shit Dante had said about 'giving it a shot' while doing a poor job of acting cool and casual, there was nothing temporary about it. He fully intended to be one of those 'free trial' subscriptions that abruptly became not free. . . and then became impossible to stop without complicated forms, letters to congress, credit card cancellations, name changes, and entry into a witness protection program.
He could have sworn he heard some kind of deranged howling in the back of his mind at the thought of Nero having been with lots of other people. Yeah, from his perspective, Dante spreading himself around in the past - maybe it wasn't fair. Maybe it sucked. But that didn't change things in the here and now, and Dante wasn't gonna let this kind of shit slide and get worse.
They belonged to each other now, and as far as Dante was concerned, there was nothing short of death that could make him let go. The idea of his mate having fucked around like that, even in the past. . . well, it hit Dante like a hammer to the gut. . . let alone if Nero decided he was gonna try to make Dante cool his heels while he tried to catch up. No way in hell was that gonna happen.
Nero didn't have it in him to do things casual, so he'd have all these exes. Dante would be running himself ragged making damned sure they weren't trailing around after his baby like goldfish shit, trying to get back in with him. Just the thought made Dante feel like breaking shit.
So, if Nero felt like Dante's history was too much to handle, Dante was in deep shit. He wouldn't let Nero slip away - not ever, especially over something this bird-brained stupid - but, fuck. Even if Dante snapped and tried to tie Nero down, the other man wouldn't stand for being treated like that. It would only make things worse. When Nero felt trapped, he ran. He'd run from Fortuna with nothing, after all.
The howling in his head got louder and more anguished as he imagined Nero just up and leaving him, and Dante felt his skin prickling. Shit, shit, shit, this was really getting bad. He took some deep breaths to try to calm down, and closed his eyes.
"Nero. I can't change what's in the past. Don't say you're wanting to be with other people. Don't break me down like that."
When Dante opened his eyes, Nero didn't look pissed anymore - more like worried - and maybe a bit concerned that Dante was going to squish him to death.
Shit, Nero had felt him start to trigger. And Dante was squishing him. He loosened his grip a bit, allowing Nero to breathe again.
"Whoa. . ." he exclaimed, still short of breath. "I know I'm being stupid and it's not like I'd ever do that." He hesitated. "I didn't mean to freak you out and uh. . . I'll get over it. But I feel a bit like I finally got the bicycle I always wanted. And it turned out everyone already got to ride it, and the seat's conformed to the asses of several-" Nero swallowed at Dante's stricken look. "Yeah, I'm just gonna shut my face now. I'm sorry."
Dante scowled. "I wish you could have been born earlier, found me when we were teenagers. Then I would have had all this time to be with you. But no, you left me waiting around and I killed time." He looked at the man in his arms "It wasn't even that fun. It's your fault. I could have been havin' you instead. What were you doing at that time that was so important, anyway? Tryin' to grow pubes? Waiting for your balls to drop? Lazy asshole. . . god, I'm so fucking pissed at you."
Nero was making the least impressed facial expression Dante had ever seen. "Wow," he said in a near-monotone. "I was feeling bad for a second there. But your attempts to turn this around on me have resulted in a classic backfire situation."
Dante sighed and pushed his nose against Nero's so he could peer into the deep blue. "I love you - you don't even get how much, Nero. You're the only guy I've been with. You're the only person who's ever going to plant your flag in this fine ass - see? I saved things for you."
Nero narrowed his eyes, looking pensive. He bit his lip, before conceding. "Well. Okay."
"Nero," Dante said seriously, "I'm yours. So far as I'm concerned there's only ever gonna be you now. So stop thinking about irrelevant shit, all right? It's just making trouble when there's nothing there."
"Fine," Nero grumbled. "I bet I wouldn't even be able to kiss someone else without imagining you getting really upset, anyway. Kinda kills my boner."
Dante pinched Nero's side, eliciting a hiss of pain. "Upset? I'd show you fuckin' upset!" Dante retorted. "After I showed up, they'd never be able to look at you again without crapping their pants, remembering what happened. I don't kill humans, but I can lay down some serious mental scarring, so don't do that to someone. It's not nice. More importantly, it'll smell real bad being surrounded by people in shitty pants. So don't do it."
"Gross. Holy fuck," Nero remarked, looking at Dante strangely. "Uhh, I had no idea you were such a psycho."
"Yeah, well I am now. Anyway, that stuff in the past doesn't matter anymore because all of thish love ish for you." Dante announced dramatically, making a grand gesture with the arm that wasn't holding the younger man.
Nero squinted at him. "Uh, Dante."
"Whath?"
"Where'd you get that rose from?"
"Twade shecweth," he replied.
Nero, looking unsettled, removed the single rose from between Dante's teeth, stared at it for a second as though he were checking that it was real, and then threw it across the room. "Seriously. Where the fuck were you hiding that?"
Dante wiggled his eyebrows. "Can't tell you." He leered. "Why, baby - do you wanna do a cavity search?"
Nero groaned and covered his face with his hand. "You're right. This is where romance comes to die. We fuckin' killed it. It's done."
Dante took offense to that. "What the hell are you talking about? I had a rose in my teeth just now. My teeth! The romance rating on that is through the fuckin' roof!" He gathered Nero up in his arms and kissed his neck. Stupid fucking hickeys just didn't stick; he was going to be busy all the fucking time.
"Dunno about that," Nero scoffed, clearly unconvinced. "Usually you throw a rose and shit starts exploding, things start dying, mines collapse, stuff gets lit on fire and goes flying everywhere. . ."
"See?" Dante argued in a reasonable voice, since Nero had just proved his point. "I'm totally romantic! You know you love that stuff - I mean, you get this little sparkle in your eye when things blow up, and there's fire everywhere, and all the crumbling rubble. . . you know you love that, baby."
Nero sighed. "Well. . . yeah, you're right. I guess I do like that shit." He was threading his fingers through Dante's hair, and the light tugs and touches on his scalp felt like heaven. He just lay there and basked for a little bit, feeling himself sink into warm contentment. He was certain that he must have the dopiest smile on his face.
"Mmm." Dante pressed little kisses to Nero's temples and forehead. "So, this is the plan. We're sleeping in tomorrow, and I'm getting cuddles." He moved to Nero's mouth, sucking gently on his lower lip, eyes drifting closed as Nero's tongue came out to play. "Mm. Where was I? Oh yeah, you've been giving my cuddles to the undeserving, and by that I mean Lady who is totally skimming off the top. That's called embezzlement. You can use that term when you tell her to fuck off; she responds well to business talk."
Nero grunted, not meeting Dante's eyes. "I dunno what you're talking about. And there is no way I'm lazing around in bed tomorrow."
"Nice table-hopper. Don't think I didn't notice," Dante muttered, recalling Nero's docile lack of reaction to Lady's creepy fondling. "Now, I'm not going to ask you how far that went. Your junk ain't mangled, so she probably hasn't gotten past second base with you. But don't think I'm happy about it, and don't think I'm just gonna let it go."
"Oh look," Nero observed in a dry voice, even as he snuggled closer. "It sounds like someone is trying to tell me that what happened before we hooked up is somehow his business. That's a pretty fuckin' quick turnaround on that issue. What was that? Literally three minutes?"
Dante just scowled. Yeah. . . he just wasn't gonna win that one, so he'd just have to ignore it for now. "And about tomorrow, punk - I'm your boss-"
Nero snorted, and then smacked Dante on the ass.
"Ow!" Dante yelped. "Hey! I'm putting a note about that in your HR file! As your boss, I'm telling you to stay here so I can sexually harass you." He stroked Nero's back.
Nero lay curled up on his side in the circle of Dante's arms, looking drowsy. "Nope. I got business to take care of early in the morning."
"And what's that exactly?" Dante grumbled. "I'm your boss!" he reiterated. If he started harping on this now, Dante hoped that - at some point - it would take. He had to grab all the advantages he could get right here and now. It was starting to look like he was gonna need it with Nero.
"No Dante, what you are is seriously fuckin' high-maintenance," Nero yawned. "I mean, really - give me a break here."
Dante's eye twitched. "Yeah? High-maintenance? You damned punk. . . you've been yankin' me around for ages and torturing me with how hot you are, you clueless fuck!" he argued. "Pay attention to me Nero, I've been starving, totally suffering over you! You need to be good to me from now on. I don't like it when your crappy business is more important than me, and I don't like it when you got shit you can't tell me about!"
Nero looked up and smiled then - a sweet smile that made Dante forget that he'd been really ticked off.
"My business is. . . well, she's sleeping now. So rather than piss her off, I'm gonna call this lady in the morning and sort some shit out that I can't talk about. . . yet. 'Cause, see, there's this cow, and it's told me that I've gotta buy it. Or brand it, or give it jewelry - I dunno, it's shitty at metaphors - but it's awesome." Nero bit his lip and rubbed his nose. "It makes me laugh, it makes me act all jealous an' shit. It just makes me happy, and I wanna stay in its barn, annnd. . . I just wanna be together. So. Bad." Nero's face was so close that Dante could see the little flecks of colour in the irises of his eyes.
"So," Nero breathed slowly, "that's why I need to get up and settle some stuff," he concluded, his smile growing warmer, softer. And his eyes, so damned blue, looking at Dante as though he. . .
Oh, man. Dante felt his heart swell. Any more and it would be a serious mess of blood and gore. He shifted closer to Nero.
Nero's heart-stopping smile had rendered Dante completely useless and non-verbal. All he could do was watch, memorizing every detail of his face, until those intense blue eyes started to close. After a few minutes, Nero gave in to slumber. . . and started making a noise that resembled the dying throes of a broken weed-whacker.
Dante barely heard it.
That smile - that look. They were beautiful - and his, all his. Nero was his, for real. Goddamn.
"Nero," Dante whispered when he recovered his wits enough to form words. It was difficult, considering it felt like his brain was going to run out of his ears. He was reeling from the overload of happiness hitting his system once he'd realized what that look meant.
"You love me. Baby, you love me - it really happened. . . holy shit!" Dante curled his body around Nero's, wrapping his arm around the younger man as if he were worried he'd disappear. He peppered Nero's sleeping face with kisses.
The strange grinding, wheezing sound that Nero had been emitting abruptly ceased. "Whah?" he asked groggily as he tried to protect his cheeks from Dante's scruffy chin. "Scratchy. . . Whass goin' on. . ."
"Only the best night of my fuckin' life," Dante whispered sincerely, kissing Nero's forehead.
Nero gave him a punch to the ribs that lacked any conviction or force. "Tomorrow's gonna be way better," he returned in a sleepy voice. "You gotta stop overreactin' to every little thing, such a spaz," Nero mumbled before tucking his head into Dante's neck, lips pressing against his collarbone. "'Night babe," Nero yawned before dozing off, his arm curling around Dante's waist and glowing like a bright little beacon.
Dante's eyes started drifting shut. His stupid smile just refused to fade. So warm.
All his life, Dante had lost at every imaginable game of chance. He wondered now if he'd actually been saving all his luck up so he could use it all up winning this one huge jackpot.
Dante could live with that. It was more than worth it.
AN - One more chapter, then epilogue. Sorry if this was too long winded, but I have now come to terms that I'm incapable of writing short love scenes. I'm also incapable of having people not talk massive amounts while making out. I thought this was just an idiosyncrasy from this other thing I wrote before, but no. Apparently it's just what I do. Ugh.
Dante gets to be stupidly happy now, after all his suffering! The dude's cheesy as hell, too - just seems to be built like that.
Please let me know if you find typos. Comments and criticism are wonderful. Thanks again to those who have left reviews for me; I have a hard time writing lovins so they helped get me through this as usual! And for the love of god if someone feels the need to report, get in touch with me first with deets on what needs to change and we can do this amicable-like.
Edit: I put a youtube playlist together with the chapter songs if anyone is curious what they sound like:
tinyurl dotcom slash holdingpatternsongs (you know how to make it work).
The Kills - Last Day of Magic
Wolf Parade - Ghost Pressure
Lykke Li - Everybody But Me
Metric - Black Sheep
The Dear Hunter - Red Hands
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps
Kaskade - 4 AM (Live in Studio)
The Kills - Sour Cherry
Japandroids - The House that Heaven Built
-Volpa