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, very brutally and with lots of blood, 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 Blood, Gore, Language, Angst, Hot Man Sex, Hurting Nero, Hurting Dante, and A Sex Addicted Nero.
Chapter Ten: Body Shots
Nero finally caught his breath as he came down from the high of his heavy orgasm, carefully lifting his left arm into his lap so he could sit up without shifting the still healing bone. He looked around, finding his sling tossed aside on the other end of the desk and quickly clipping it on. The young man sighed as he glanced over to see Dante still lying face down on the hardwood floor, cursing the elder for getting him addicted to having sex practically everyday. He would have kicked the demon's ass sooner if his body was not so used to being bent over something and pounded into by the other devil hunter. He slid off the top of the desk, grabbing his pants and Dante's silk boxers. He paused to glance at his shirt, giving a small laugh at the huge tear right down the middle of it.
"I hope he knows that he was the one that bought this." Nero muttered, trying to keep his voice down in case he woke up the unconscious slayer. He moved towards the staircase, wanting to take a shower and fix the gauze that was covering the small puncture wounds on his neck. The next thing he knew, he was grabbed from behind and tossed over someone's shoulder. He sank the claws of his devil bringer into the clothed back, biting back a moan as the hand resting on his ass groped him. Damn it, stop getting so fucking aroused! It's not even really Dante! Nero scolded himself but his own devil side purred at the other demon's touch, nearly desperate to be dominated by the worthy man. Fuck, now I'm losing it.
Nero felt his chest slam onto cool wood, opening his eyes that he did not remember closing to see he was bent over the top of the small bar in the corner of the office. A hot body pressed against his back, the elder's shirt missing as the sweet friction of skin on skin sent shivers of pleasure down his spine and shut off the thoughts of fighting the advances. Nero let out a heated groan when a warm hand wrapped around his erection, contrasting heavily with the cool air of the room. The second hand traced the outline of his lips lightly until the young man caught the finger in between his teeth, biting it hard then sucking on it lightly when he heard a low growl in his ear. He twirled his tongue around it as his teeth kept the digit in place, the hand on his hardening erection pumping him slowly as hot breath brushed against his ear. The younger man felt his eyes droop when Dante's erection ground into his bare ass through the leather material separating them. Nero took the next finger into his mouth, groaning as the elder mimicked the thrusts of his hips with the fingers in his mouth. When the fingers left his lips, he moaned at the loss, still trying to remember why he did not want this to happen again.
"Dante." Nero breathed the other man's name when he felt the wet fingers trail down his back, the cool air freezing the wet skin and making him sigh in pleasure. He sucked in that sigh when the fingers slipped down between the cheeks of his pert ass, circling his puckered entrance teasingly.
Nero moaned when one slipped inside him, the hot skin pressing against his back again as the finger was pushed in to the knuckle. His breath hitched as Dante pulled it out without letting him adjust, thrusting it back in quickly before repeating the process. The hand on his cock kept at its slow pace as the elder slammed the single finger in and out of him at a fast pace, only just missing his prostate every time until Nero felt like Dante was trying to make him go insane.
"D-Dante. More. Oh fuck! More!" Nero yelled when the older man hit his prostate roughly as if just waiting for the words to continue. Another wet finger slipped inside of him, thrusting roughly into him once before staying still and wiggling against Nero's prostate. The younger man gasped and writhed under the older hunter, trying hopelessly to thrust himself into the hand still slowly pumping his cock or onto the teasing fingers. "Da-Dante..."
Suddenly the fingers started to move again, thrusting fast and deep into him but they were still not enough for the younger man. He attempted to buck into the hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft again, silently telling the older man to pick up the pace. Dante did but with the fingers inside him, adding a third and stretching him even more. Nero moaned loudly, dropping his head so his forehead rested on the cold wood under him.
He called out the other man's name again, biting his lip sharply when he felt the remains of his shirt ripped off and a cool liquid splash across his back. Nero peaked over his shoulder to see Dante holding a bottle of liquor that normally sat atop the bar, pouring a small amount down his spine before leaning down and licking all of it up. He shivered as the air cooled the liquid on his skin, a hot tongue lapping it up before it could drip onto the tiled floor under them. Nero gasped as his prostate was hit violently again, arching his back sharply as he fought off his second and inevitable orgasm.
The fingers inside him were removed sharply, making Nero groan deeply from the loss of the intense pleasure. The sound of a zipper being pulled down filled his ears before he felt something large press at his entrance. He gasped loudly when he was slowly penetrated by the man behind him, moaning as the hand around his cock increased its pace enough to keep him painfully close to the edge.
"Dante! Please...Pl-Please let me cum!" Nero shouted as the thick cock inside him rubbed tortuously against his prostate, just enough to break his pride and make him beg instead of demand. A husky growl echoed behind him before he felt Dante pull out completely, ramming inside of him hard and making him scream loudly. Nero felt his release hit him harder than the Savior's fist had, staining the dark leather bar stool in front of him with his white cum. The other hunter continued to stroke his cock slowly and slam into him, making his eyes roll back into his head as Dante took him to heights he never imagined were possible. "Fuck-!"
Nero bit his lip lightly, knowing that he did not soften one bit even after his orgasm. Dante's free hand slid along his skin and up to his chest, tweaking a nipple as he found it and licked the younger man's neck. The ex-order member shivered, soft noises leaving his parted lips as Dante fucked him passionately. He gripped the bar with his devil bringer, leaving claw marks on the dark wood as he lost himself within the seemingly endless amount of pleasure Dante was offering and giving him. Nero arched his back again as he felt the elder bite into his neck deeply, filling the surrounding air with the scent of his blood which only ignited the passion between them further.
Dante rutted into him harder and faster if possible, making the noises escaping him heighten in volume and pitch. Nero pulled his claws out of the groves he was making in the wood to tangled them in the silver hair of the other hunter, the smell of blood growing thicker as Dante renewed the mate mark each time it would stop bleeding. The younger man pulled the elder up, crushing their lips together and moaning at the taste of his own blood. Nero started to feel cut off from the real world, everything numb except for the older man fucking him senseless and the tightening hot coil below his navel. A small stream of blood poured down his chin, so lost in the pleasure that he did not realize how the frenzied kiss had turned into biting at each other. The hand on his cock finally picked up its pace to match the animalistic thrusting into his tight ass, forcing him to break the brutal kiss to scream Dante's name loudly. He arched his back and bucked towards the dominant male, matching his thrusts and forcing him to go deeper.
"Dante! F-Fuck! I'm-I'm...close!" Nero moaned, the force of the elder's thrusts making it difficult for him to speak without forgetting what he wanted to say. A vicious growl behind him and the increase of speed was all the younger man could take. He arched his back sharply and shut his eyes tightly. His voice and breath escaped him as he felt burning liquid enter him, his own cum staining the leather even more and covering Dante's hand thickly. He slumped forward onto the wooden bar as the overwhelming pleasure washed over him, the thrusts inside his ass continuing shallowly as the older hunter rode out the last sparks of mind numbing, unadulterated pleasure.
Damn...I'm almost jealous of demons if they really mate like this all the time. Nero thought, panting as he tried to regain the breath Dante had stolen from him. He felt the older man nuzzle the side of his neck, his eyes drooping as exhaustion threatened to force him to pass out. Nero gasped sharply when he felt Dante bite down on the same spot he had been while they were fucking, tugging on the flesh as if he wanted to rip it off. The younger man grabbed the back of the elder's head, pushing him closer and only succeeding in making the fangs sink deeper into his flesh.
"That's...right! I didn't want to fuck you because you're not D-Dante right now!" Nero said, glancing down at his left hand and moving his fingers. This is going to fucking hurt... He pulled his arm out of the sling, wincing at the pain that overshadowed the demon trying to rip of chunk of him out of his neck. Quickly, he grabbed a bottle of liquor from the top of the bar, using his devil bringer to yank Dante off him before smashing the full bottle over the other man's head. The older man dropped to the floor as Nero grabbed another bottle with his demonic arm and hit him again, to make sure he was unconscious this time.
Nero groaned lightly, not liking to have to kick Dante's ass so soon after cumming. He normally had five minutes to rest and recover before he had to. He lifted his hand to check his neck, only finding a thin strip of skin missing and the flesh was already knitting itself back together. The young man did not even want to glance at the source of most of his pain, deciding to carefully put his once nearly healed arm back in the sling without looking at it in detail.
Damn, he really does taste delicious. You're really missing out. Dante stirred at his demon half's thoughts, realizing that he had finally regained control over his body. He opened his eyes, hearing a faint crash of thunder outside the window as he looked around. The sight of the black satin sheets under him and the messy dresser and closet told him that he was in his and the younger hunter's shared bedroom. Dante groaned as he sat up, his head pounding and a small trail of blood dripping down the side of his face. He was not sure but it felt like he had a shard of glass stuck in his forehead.
The devil hunter shook off the feeling, deciding to get up and find the younger man. He felt his arms yank him back into his sitting position, glancing over his shoulder to see ropes bound tightly around his wrists and tied securely to the bed posts, though it would be nothing that could stop him if he really wanted to get free. The door to the room opening distracted him from the ropes, looking up to see Nero walk in with his left arm still in its sling.
"You're really Dante this time right?" Nero asked as he slowly closed the door behind him, a fresh pair of denim jeans hugging his hips nicely. Dante raised an eyebrow, a little confused at the question.
"What do you mean 'this time', kid?" The elder asked when Nero walked over and sat on the side of their bed, bending over the older man to untie him.
"Let's just say that your demon side didn't want to stop at sucking me off. He's as determined as you are sometimes..." Nero said, feeling himself stir lightly at the memory despite himself. It was not like he was going to tell Dante about the demon bending him over the bar and finger fucking him until he came on one of the leather bar stools. Or being fucked senseless on that very same bar afterwords. The younger man gasped when the arm he just freed grabbed him by the belt and pulled him over so he was straddling the older man.
"And here I didn't get to enjoy any of it. That damn demon of mine is greedy." Dante muttered, his lips brushing against the bittersweet taste of the younger hunter's softer ones.
"My ass is still sore from that demon so don't even think about it, old man."
"Kid, I always think about it and nothing is going to change that."