Dante practically bounded down the stairs, clad in nothing but a pair of crumpled jeans, feeling younger than he had in years. He wouldn't have been surprised if he looked younger, either. He knew Nero's age was one of his strangely endearing qualities, but the fact that one night of sex with him was able to restore Dante's vigor so much made the elder hunter believe Nero was a veritable fountain of youth.
On top of that, not moments ago, he had awoken beside the slumbering form of said fountain himself who, while soaked in the pale morning light, glowed like a wingless angel in his sheets. Nero's serene countenance belied his cursed blood, as well as the forsaken innocence Dante had stripped from him. The sight had been startling, and it took Dante's breath away.
Dante's awe was inexplicably replaced by a knot in his gut. He couldn't understand what was unsettling, but the feeling stopped him when he thought about returning to sleep beside the magnificent creature. Though he had rightfully claimed him, Dante simply refused to touch Nero while he looked so beautiful.
So there he was at the bottom of the steps. He stretched and scratched his ass, preparing to make his way to the kitchen when a piece of paper on the desk caught his eye. Dante moved to inspect it, and from a distance instantly figured it was from Trish. The spotted pink ink scrawled in the shape of her handwriting across it gave her away, as well as the imprint of pursed lips stamped on it. Dante snatched it and read:
Out for the day. You boys stay out of trouble. (smootch mark)
Trish & Lady
P.S. You owe me 20 for the lavendar oil. I'm sure it was worth it. - Lady
"Bullshit that crap was 20 dollars," Dante growled and muttered unintelligible curses about extortion and money grubbing. He then paused to think for a moment. "So that was lavendar?"
It had not been long since Dante left the bed when Nero began to break from his slumber. He had sensed the movement, and then the warmth beside him fade. The dense odor of Dante himself and their lovemaking, raw and pure, was all that lingered, and its comfort convinced him to snooze a little longer. He didn't stir, interested in listening to Dante navigate his room with light footsteps. The footsteps stopped abruptly, and for a moment, Nero thought he felt Dante's eyes on him. He hoped that Dante would return to his side. Instead, he heard the click of buttons and a zipper before hearing Dante exit and the door close.
No longer interested in listening to a silent room, Nero opted to rise from bed after all. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and rubbed his face with both human and demon palms, massaging wakefulness into his eyes. He also became aware that he still felt a faint stickiness about his abdomen, and the fact hit him like a ton of bricks: he had just slept with Dante. Not that he doubted it in the first place, but if he could show himself now to the Nero back when he distrusted Dante's every fiber, he would probably kill himself. Especially considering how damn pleased he felt about it.
But meeting Dante had been so good for him, he realized. He would not have matured as he had if not for the elder hunter keeping his head cool and his desires true, both during and after the Fortuna incident. And now that Dante had even showed him how to properly make love, he felt a sobering distance between reality and good judgement. He was wiser.
A knot formed in his belly when he realized that he wanted to stay. Stay with Dante, and stay indefinitely. A flood of worry entered his mind. What did Dante even think of last night? Nero was struck by the fact that last night was merely an answer to Nero's question about demonic influence, and not an answer on where to go from there.
"Kyrie," Nero said aloud. "Fuck." Where would he even begin with Kyrie?
He could not possibly stay. Fortuna still needed his help, too. Now he wasn't sure what to say to Dante, either.
He opted to avoid reality, at least until he could get some toast and coffee in his belly. He hastily made himself decent and made his way downstairs.
"So that was lavendar?"
"Dante?" The familiar voice was faint, almost ghosting past Dante's ears. Dante turned to see Nero paused halfway down the steps. He swallowed hard, dropping the note and instantly forgetting about his 20 debt. His mind reeled at Nero who had only bothered to apply his boxers before trudging groggily down the steps. Dante could not look away even if the proprietary were burst into flames right then and there.
"Morning," Dante greeted. He suddenly noticed that he was at the foot of the stairs, not sure when his feet had acquired a mind of their own. The new vantage point, however, provided him with an angle for his eyes to properly ravage much of Nero's exposed, lithe muscles tucked away under his unblemished human skin. Even the Devil Bringer, with its rusty red and twisted hide, decorated Nero beautifully like a bejeweled royal gauntlet.
The more Dante oggled, however, the faster his desire to actually ravage Nero rocketed its way to the top of Dante's immediate to-do list.
"You fucking perv," Nero remarked, twisting his lips into a sly smirk. Dante knew his desire was written all over his face, but he could have cared less at the moment. His growing erection felt like it was about to tear right through his denim.
"I'm not the one walking around in my shorts asking to get raped," Dante said, stalking up the steps.
"I'll just ask for breakfast, thank you."
"Of the Portuguese kind?"
Nero quirked a brow, not at all familiar with the phrase. However, Dante's tone unsettled Nero when he considered how serious Dante might be about the whole rape thing. "Dante..." he warned when the elder hunter reached the step below him.
In response, Dante took a final step, planting his feet on either side of Nero's while gently wrapping his arms around the boy. He then kissed Nero deeply, instigating a slow, tantalizing exploration of Nero's mouth intending to make the tension in Nero's body disappear. Despite that intent, Dante nonetheless felt his heart inflate and the blood in his head boil at the feel and taste of Nero's soft mouth. He was drinking himself into a stupor, and he couldn't believe he could feel that way from just a kiss. When Nero sighed into the kiss so sweetly, it was all Dante could do to tear his mouth away.
"Morning, by the way," Dante rasped, surprised at the way he sounded. His restraint was faltering, and he moved to attack the crux of Nero's neck. He felt Nero's fingers clamp onto his biceps, taking it as a signal that he was getting into it. Dante smiled against Nero's skin and said, "I'll have my breakfast first if you don't mind."
He took a step back and down, then descended Nero's torso.
"Dante!" Nero hissed, jerking involuntarily once he registered Dante's destination. He felt Dante's breath on his awakening need through the slit of his boxers, which Dante peeled apart and exposed him to the world.
"So delicious," Dante remarked, latching his lips to Nero's sac. Coherent thought vanished in Nero's mind in order to focus on the delicate attention Dante was offering his balls, and choking down the urge to whimper in delight.
He jerked again when Dante closed a hand around Nero's now rock hard member, deep pink and swollen, having been bathed in Dante's moist, hot breath.
"Dante," he murmured, the sweet voice earning a sigh from the elder hunter, who gently ran his tongue on the underside of Nero's member before closing his lips around the head. Nero's head fell backwards and he moaned loudly.
Dante, too, was having trouble concentrating. Despite his abounding experience in matters concerning sex, he had never believed that giving could be as enjoyable as receiving. He thought he would burst hearing Nero's wanton sighs and bellows of approval. He moved a hand to clumsily unzip himself and free his straining erection for relief, not that it helped much. He then moved the hand on Nero's cock to wrap around Nero's hips to steady and pull him further into his mouth so that he could blow him in earnest. He took him far into his mouth and throat, practically swallowing Nero's cock with every bob.
"Oh my fuck-" Nero moaned, his legs quivering. He was losing his mind, letting himself lightly thrust into Dante's evidently capable mouth. "Dante, I can't-" he said, placing his human hand on Dante's shoulder, knowing he would come in seconds if Dante picked up the tempo.
Dante came to full stop and breathed, "Can't what?"
"I'll come," Nero said. The innocent way he said it made Dante's cock twitch. He smiled up at Nero.
"No shit," Dante replied, resuming his focus on the task he'd started. He gluped down Nero's length once more, this time in a sprint to the finish line, causing Nero to grab Dante's hair and buck into the wet warmth convulsing around him. Nero wasn't sure if he could remain conscious. He looked down and watched his dick slide in and out, watched the shaft gleam in the harsh artificial light, and watched Dante take him with bliss.
He moaned when his dick finally erupted. The elder stilled his mouth at the tip and drank him, using his hand to milk the rest out of Nero's quaking balls.
Nero let out the breath he had held for the duration of his orgasm. Dante simultaneously straightened on his feet, using an arm to wipe his lips of Nero's spunk that had leaked out. He pulled Nero to him and devoured him in a kiss, and the force of Dante and taste of himself bringing Nero out of his blissful haze.
In an instant Dante gripped Nero roughly and spun him around, forcing the younger man to lean forward and grip the steps with both hands. Dante leaned his own torso over him and plunged his tongue into Nero's ear, teasing and moistening its folds. Nero's breath caught under the ambush, finding it difficult to utter protest when Dante's hands brushed against his ass and cock through the fabric of his undergarments. Nero's hardness had barely left him after his monumental orgasm, but refused to acknowledge to himself that he was turned on by Dante's blatant assertion of dominance. In truth, he had never been wanted like this before, and he didn't want it to stop.
"You wouldn't fuck me on the staircase," Nero declared, despite his excitement.
"Wanna bet?" Dante said while removing his tongue from Nero's ear to nip at Nero's spine. His hands were now burrowing past the waistband of Nero's boxers and running over the hard muscles of his buttocks and thighs.
"We should stop, Lady and Trish will throw us out on our asses if they come down and see us-ah," Nero responded, jerking at Dante's unreserved invasion of his shorts.
"No they wouldn't. They gave us the house for the day," Dante said. "Christ," he continued. "You're still hard as a motherfucker. You're a little slut underneath that stuck up exterior, aren't you?" He then dug his fingers into the fabric and ripped off Nero's boxers down to his knees, hard enough to burn the skin.
"What?" Nero was all he could choke out before Dante's weight pinned him to the stairs. He tried to prop himself up better with his arms, but he could not keep his face from brushing against the unpolished wood of the ascending steps before him. The perception of his predicament crossed into surreality when he heard the rustling Dante's jeans coming off.
"Please, Dante," Nero hissed. "We shouldn't...!"
Dante barely heard him, but lifted to fully free himself of the restrictive denim. Nero twisted his neck to see what Dante was doing, but regretted it when he saw a huge gob of saliva launch from Dante's lips, followed by the disgusting splat onto his straining dick. Dante smeared it around a bit before leaning onto Nero again and aiming the tip at Nero's entrance.
"No! We can't!"
Dante felt a rush hit him when he heard that meek protest. Despite having had the honor of popping Nero's cherry, here the boy was acting like a blushing virgin again. It was too ridiculously kinky to be true, and even that doubt failed to douse his reaction. The sound of it drove Dante positively wild. He grunted, his nostrils flaring like a bull, and drove his pole hard into Nero's hot recess.
"Oh, God!" Nero yelped, taking what was not much better than dry penetration. Dante humped him hard and relentlessly, pounding through Nero's tight, unyielding sphincter until he felt his balls brush against Nero's ass.
"Dahnnn-, not so deep!" Nero begged. His hands gripped the step even tighter, the wood under his Devil Bringer crumbling like a graham cracker.
Well, too fucking bad, is what Dante wanted to say. Nero's ass was pure velvet, and it gripped Dante's blood-bloated need like a burning glove. Nonetheless Dante slowed down some, and figured he would be forgiven for his lustful zeal if he were to reach down and around to help Nero enjoy it too, but was stunned to find that Nero still had barely softened at all.
"Goddamn, you are a slut," Dante said. "You fucking love it."
"Yes, yes," Nero moaned when Dante touched him, as if confirming the charge. The pain was fading more rapidly than it had the night before, and his pulsing cock felt ready to explode again. "Please, don't fucking stop! Give it to me."
Dante gladly obliged, removing his hand from Nero's dick so that he could grab his hips and hammer into him full force. He plunged his entire length over and over again into Nero's rippling intestines hard enough to transfer through Nero and make the bannister tremble.
"Ah, Dante, I'll come! I'll come!" Nero shouted over the slaps of flesh. He was in the throes of passion, but Dante heard it as if he were embarrassed again, making their rutting seem like a forbidden carnal sin. Thus the words made Dante relinquish any restraint he was holding onto. He groaned and grunted,leaning over Nero to reach out and steady himself as he fucked Nero in a blur of furious humping. He reached down to fist Nero's dick again, trying to time it with his rhythm but giving up, knowing it was too late for Nero to appreciate. Instead he pumped him as hard as he could, just short of tearing the damn thing off.
Nero found it impossible to take more than a minute of such violent stimulation, and shuddered intensely when his orgasm hit him like a truck. He cried out, humping Dante's fist erratically as his seed cascaded from his twitching member and coating the steps beneath him. Feeling Nero's hot fluids coat his hand, Dante emitted a series of growls and grunts, firing himself into Nero's colon with so much cum that the leaking aftermath also dripped over their thighs and down to the steps below.
"Oh, Jesus," Dante muttered, being the first to speak. Nero was still panting hard, having brought his demon arm across the step in front of his face to lean on. Nero wanted to fall asleep again. He felt Dante remove himself from his ass with a lovely slorp and he sighed, again feeling his heart swell after having been taken so thoroughly. His feelings made him suspect he might be a slut, but he couldn't imagine feeling the same way with anyone besides Dante.
Nero's train of thought was interrupted when he felt something that nearly made him jump out of his skin: a firm wetness probing at his raw-fucked ass.
"Relax," Dante said. Nero did no such thing, realizing that Dante was kissing and licking away the damage with his tongue, an act which both touched and disgusted him at the same time.
"It's okay," Nero said hastily, his legs coming unlocked. He pulled up his boxers and turned around, saying "I'll just grab a shower, if you don't mind."
Dante smiled up at him and said, "Sure. Go get yourself cleaned up, kid. And you wanted breakfast, right?"
"Uh, yeah," Nero said, bashful over having forgotten so easily. Dante winked at him, then turned to descend the stairs, picking up his discarded jeans along the way. Despite himself, Nero grinned.
Dante went to the kitchen, finding a fresh dishrag to wipe the sex off himself before putting on a pot of coffee. Next, he grabbed the cleanest frying pan and the newest carton of eggs he could find. He decided to throw in some toaster waffles, too, since it seemed like a special occasion. An occasion it certainly was, Dante thought. While everything was cooking, he finally had the chance to think about last night and this morning possibly being the best sex he had ever had. Granted, it had been the most recent he'd enjoyed in weeks, which was a while by his standards. He wondered if Nero would wring his balls dry like that everytime, which led him to the concern that had been in his mind since he had awoken: he wanted Nero to stay.
And not just for the sex, Dante knew. Dante wanted Nero around because he liked having Nero around. Up until last night, Dante was sure the weight of his years had buried what he had felt like as a young man: virile; endlessly energetic; invincible. A man with his age and experience shouldn't be acting like a 15-year-old boy who just realized his first crush, yet Nero was unscrewing all of his bolts and rearranging his priorities like no other.
Additionally, Dante had kept a deep secret. He knew as he got older that he would have to pass on the head of the business to someone, and ever since he had met the brash, insolent boy, and had been convinced of his virtuous heart and ability, that there could be no one else for the responsibility but Nero. He originally had calculated for any day now to be when it was time to hang up his guns and call it quits. However, since Dante had been subject to mysterious effects of Nero's familiar personality and his impossibly tight ass, Dante thought that with Nero around, he might not ever have to retire.
The toaster had spat out the waffles, but the fried eggs still crackled in pan. Dante inhaled the soothing scent of coffee that easily dominated all other odors in the kitchen. His ears also caught the sound of water rushing in the bathroom upstairs, and sighed when he thought of Nero's beautiful form bathing happily under steaming water.
As a result, he barely heard the phone ring. He had blocked out the first full ring, and vaguely registered the second. Realizing that it was not a figment, he scrambled to plate the eggs and turn off the stove.
He had not bothered reapplying his jeans yet, and so he dashed out to the desk in the nude and snatched up the receiver at the fourth ring.
"ThankyouforcallingDevilMayCryyourfriendlyneighborhooddemonslayersatyourservicethisisDantehowmayIhelpyou?" Dante recited with one breath into the receiver.
"Yes, hello? Is this Dante?" the voice on the other end asked meekly.
"That's what I said," Dante replied.
"Um, hello, this is Kyrie"
Kyrie...Kyrie...where had Dante heard that name before?
"I apologize for not having met you properly in Fortuna, and I hope you don't mind me having found your number."
'Oh yeah, Kyrie! That cherub-looking sweetheart Nero is into--was into,' Dante thought, or rather, hoped. He suddenly felt like hanging up, but then figured that she would just call back.
"Don't sweat a thing. What can I do for you, babe?" Dante asked. He turned his head to listen and see if the shower was still running.
"Have you seen or heard from Nero? He left Fortuna a few days ago, and he told me it was to find you. He said he would call, but I got a bad feeling last night and I'm worried about him."
"Nero, you say?" Dante said. He was caught in a vice, his good conscience proding him to tell the truth, but his bad conscience was trying to put lies in his mouth.
"Yes. I'm willing to hire you to look for him if you haven't any information."
Yep, Nero had himself a wonderful girl, if a little pushy. Granted, he would be too in her place. Now that she was talking dollars and cents, so to speak, his bad side wormed its way out.
"I'm glad you called, because I'd be happy to go look for him for you, miss. Business has been a little slow these days so I can definitely spare the time and help you out. Hopefully, he's just fine."
"Thank you so much, Dante. You're his friend, so I know you'll do your best."
Dante almost blushed. "That I will, you can count on it," he said.
"I'll pay you when you bring him back."
They exchanged goodbyes, and Dante replaced the receiver. It was then that he fully regretted what he had just done. He got himself into a world of shit, and, unlike battling demons, he couldn't just kill it all away.
He stewed in his anxiety until he heard Nero's footsteps approaching the stairs. He had not noticed when the shower had stopped. Nor had he remembered his state of undress. In a moment of embarrassment and panic, he ran to the kitchen. He was barely through the door when he stopped to lean against the jamb. He rubbed his face, and with an exasperated sigh, he realized that he, the Legendary Devil Hunter, was hiding himself from Nero.
