Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the devil may cry characters in this fiction, if I did, Kyrie would have died in the first ten minutes of the game and Dante and Nero would be together...and Vergil would be shirtless in the third game...and Arkham would wear a frilly princess dress for my entertainment.
Rated Mature for Violence, Blood and Gore, Possible Incest, Language, Angst, Hot Man Sex, and other things that I am still thinking up. Enjoy~!
Chapter Ten: Of Mates and Swears
Dante was stirred from his sleep when he felt something warm pressing into him, humming softly when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and fingertips brush across his warm skin slowly. He cracked open an eye when he felt the cool tip of a nose brush against his neck, a deep sigh exhaled into the skin there as Nero relaxed again. The older hunter held in a chuckle, having managed to stop himself from pulling the younger man closer and molesting him in his sleep only for Nero to do the very same to him. He slid his own arms around his partner's slightly smaller frame, wondering briefly if Nero was hurting his cut side by resting on it.
Dante ran his fingers across the fabric of the cotton undershirt hiding the ex-order member's lithe chest from view, sliding his hand under it and raising an eyebrow at the small shiver that ran down the sleeping man's spine. He moved his hand up, never letting the pads of his fingers leave the silky pale skin his eyes suddenly ached to see again as he finally reached the gauze wrapped tightly around the wound Rebellion had left on the now marred flesh.
He sighed quietly, his heart aching at the thought that he had been the one to injure the young man now in his arms. The wound from the demonic blade would take weeks to heal, the swords origin making the damage done to someone other than its owner hard to heal by demonic nature. It had been the only real choice for Dante, the other option at hand had been to fill the younger man with bullets until the demon left his body and by the way the demon was taking such pleasure in watching Dante nearly kill Nero, he doubted the younger devil hunter would be in much better shape.
Brushing his fingers gently across the slightly pink gauze, he was relieved that it was still dry and not soaked through with the younger man's blood. He dragged his fingers away from the bandaging but stopped when he suddenly heard a light hitch in Nero's breathing, peering at the faint blush on the pallid cheeks that told him it was not from pain. Dante paused for a moment, his inner demon purring silently with growing encouragement as the hand under the cotton shirt started tracing the contours of the other slayer's body absentmindedly. He placed a few kisses on Nero's shoulder through the prickly cotton, his hands tracing the lightly defined abs of the younger man until Nero shifted so their hips were flush together. Dante let his hands trail back to the ex-order member's lower back, trying to decipher what his devil half was growling and purring at him to do while he practically soaked in the soft hitches in Nero's breath and the small shivers that ran sharply up the young punk's spine.
He buried his face into the crook of Nero's neck and inhaled his smooth scent that was tainted with his own, the night spent in the elder hunter's room, in his bed, pushed up against him, forcing Dante's scent to mingle with his own. Dante held in the growl of arousal that formed in his throat, a loud gasp from the man in his arms telling him that he had felt the result of the rush of arousal press into his thigh. An ache started to form in his teeth, the need to sink them as deep as he could into the beautiful skin of Nero's neck suddenly making the demonic voice in the back of his mind clearer.
I want him. Take him. I want him. Make him ours. I want him now!
The deep growl of his inhuman half demanded like a child, commanding him to take Nero as more than a business partner, more than a friend. Dante smiled as he realized what he wanted from the younger man, feeling that the other wanted it as well as Nero ground his hips into his, a similar bulge growing behind the black silk as they thrust their hips against each other. A growl slipped through his lips before he ground harder, reveling in the soft grunts and gasps that escaped Nero's lips. He wanted to mate and he was not going to take 'no' as an answer, not with Nero making those delicious sounds from even just a wispy brush of his fingers on smooth skin.
On one rather hard thrust, Dante's control snapped as he ripped the first real moan out of Nero's lips. It was only slightly muffled but so close to his ear he could still hear the hitch of breath after, the small snap of teeth grinding against each other in frustration of releasing such a weak noise. And suddenly Dante hated the younger slayer's pride. He was angry at how Nero was ashamed to let such an arousing sound out and suddenly determined to destroy the walls Nero had built around himself. His devil side muttering that it would be his new goal in life and nearly making him want to laugh at how crazy he was for the younger demon hunter.
Nero grunted loudly as he found himself suddenly on his back with Dante hovering over him, the feral look in the elder hunter's red tinted eyes making him tense up and clench his devil bringer into a fist. He gasped into the deep kiss he was forced into, Dante devouring his mouth and tangling their tongues in a rough fight as they tasted each other. Nero opened his eyes from the distracting kiss, blushing when he felt the boxers shielding him from Dante's eyes sharply yanked off his hips and tossed into the mess of the older hunter's bedroom floor. He tore away from the kiss to question and hit the other man, the words catching in his throat when a warm hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking him oh so nicely.
Dante fought to regain some restraint over himself as he nipped at the younger man's neck, the way Nero tilted his neck to give him more access not helping in the slightest. His devil side growled loudly as he pulled away from the delicious taste of sweat and ecstasy starting to form on Nero's skin, his eyes stopping to soak in the sight of the younger hunter's face. His faded pink lips were parted slightly as Dante sped up the pace of his hand on Nero's fully hard cock, letting soft pants past with sharp gasps. Dark eyelashes pressed tightly against pale skin, covering the azure eyes that felt as if they could suck him in like a black hole and make him enjoy every second of it. His hair was messy from just waking up but it only added to the sexy display below him as he started to buck into the hand on his needy erection.
The older man groaned at the sight, moving his free hand to lift up Nero's shirt and drink in the sight of smooth skin stretched out across lithe muscle. His eyes caught on the gauze covering the deep wound he had inflicted again, making him pause for only a second from guilt before he started again. His mind decided to make up for the pain he had caused Nero by washing away the memory with more pleasure than the younger man had ever felt before, pumping the hard cock in his hand faster. Dante nuzzled an erect nipple through a thinner section of the gauze, drawing another choked moan from Nero's throat as his free hand moved down the silk like skin slowly.
Nero gasped loudly as Dante cupped his balls in his other hand, brushing his fingers across the sensitive nerves and forcing him to bite his lower lip to stifle yet another moan that attempted to escape him. He shut his eyes tighter as the hand on his aching erection paused long enough to torture the head and silt at the tip before tightening its grip just enough to make Nero writhe under the older hunter when the strokes returned at a rougher sped. A warmth just below his navel was making itself known as Dante's other hand trailed down between his ass, a finger teasingly prodding at his tight entrance. He could not help it when he spread his legs, inviting the more experienced hunter to continue his exploration.
Nero grunted when the finger left him, opening his eyes to question what Dante was doing just in time to see the elder sucking roughly on the finger. He moaned freely at the sight, caught off guard enough to forget to muffle the sound as it escaped his lips. Dante's red tinted eyes locked onto his at the noise, the feral look turning dangerous as Nero wondered if the older man was going to molest him more or devour him next. The finger he was sucking on left the older man's lips and returned to his tight entrance, prodding just a little more and making the younger man's eyes fall half lidded at the odd wet feeling before snapping shut as the finger sunk deep into him. Nero arched his back at the light discomfort, the doubled efforts on his throbbing arousal making it easy to forget as he moaned openly again.
The unrestrained moans escaping Nero's sexy lips were wearing on Dante's own lust muddled mind, his demon half whispering and demanding to see the younger man screaming and cumming under him. It demanded to see it now, with or without him joining his soon to be mate, just wanting an opportunity to watch his new lover's features twist in ecstasy and scream him name loud enough for any demon in the city to know he was being claimed.
"Fuck!" Nero arched his back as the finger moving around inside of him brushed against a spot that shot a spike of pleasure right to his core. He bit his lower lip again before letting it go and opening his mouth to question the elder slayer as to what it was. He was not given a chance to as Dante thrust his finger roughly into the spot again and again, making Nero throw his head back into the pillows at the head of the bed as he did not let Nero get used to the sharp pleasure washing over him. "Fuck! Fu-ck!" The younger hunter tossed his head from side to side, lost within the overwhelming sensations numbing his mind enough to forget any pride that told him to keep quiet or kick the older man's ass. He thrust down onto the single finger tormenting him by slamming into his prostate before arching up into the hand attempting to milk his release from him, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head as the heat below his navel burned heavily. "Fuck!"
"My name's not 'fuck', Nero." Dante purred as he nipped sharply at one of his nipples through the gauze covering his chest. "As sexy as it is to hear how dirty that mouth of yours can be, if you want to scream something, scream my name." Nero felt his cheeks heat up at the words, hesitating as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, unsure on whether or not to obey to the husky command. The older man hit his prostate hard again, ripping another moan from his throat and making him wonder why he should not submit.
"Dante..." Nero muttered, gasping as he heard an inhuman aroused growl rumble in the older man's throat. He cried out loudly as Dante pulled his finger out, slamming in two of them and hitting Nero's prostate hard enough to nearly make him cum. "Dante!"
"Cum for me, Nero." Dante purred directly into his ear, his hot breath making the younger man shiver as his toes curled. He was so close to cumming that it nearly hurt, the fingers nailing his prostate driving him insane as he arched his back.
"Dante...P-Please...Please, Dante." Nero whispered, his eyes shut tightly as he held the red sheets in a tight death grip. Dante's growling went quiet for a moment, his fingers stilling inside of him and making the ex-order member worry that he had said something wrong.
He was caught off guard as Dante withdrew his fingers again and with a growl, slammed three into Nero's prostate hard enough to shove him up on the bed a few inches. The younger hunter arched in back nearly in half, his toes curling as he screamed Dante's name. The fire twisted inside of him and seared his insides as he came, spilling his white cum across his chest and abs as Dante milked every last drop out of him, never stopping his fingers from thrusting into Nero's tight heat and driving Nero to heights he never knew existed.
Nero fell back onto the bed, panting as the last waves of tension from his release left him and he relaxed. The fingers inside of him pulled out slowly with a last flick over his prostate, drawing a weak moan from his lips before Dante kissed him again, the fire and lust still burning as the older slayer coaxed his lover to stay wake with heated kisses. Nero opened his eyes once Dante released his lips, freezing at the predatory stare boring into his own eyes as he realized that the other was not done playing with his prey just yet. He only had time to swallow nervously before Dante was on him again, making him writhe and moan out the name of his new mate without restraint.