A/N: Straight up Dante/Trish lemon. It is verylemony so if that's not you cup of tea skip achapter.
It wasn't any different from the day before at Devil May Cry or the day before that for that matter. Dante sat at his desk with his feet propped up while he leaned back in his chair with his hands laced behind his head.
The magazine that currently splayed open over his face was sports illustrated swim suit edition. His eyes darted quickly under closed lids as visions of thong bikinis and big breasted models assaulted his dreams and he smirked softly in his sleep. That was until felt his desk shake accompanied by a loud bang as something heavy was slammed down in front of his feet.
He cracked open his eyes as his foggy mind began processing the words that were being said to him.
"Always being a pain." Trish said leaving Dante fairly sure he had missed a decent chunk of what she had actually said but there was no way he would let her on to the fact he had been sleeping but she probably already knew anyways.
Still, for Dante at least, it was the fact of the matter.
He took off the magazine flinging it onto the desk taking his heavy boots off to sit up straighter.
"Yeah well it's all part of the job." He said hoping that it had some basis on what she had just said. She took of her sunglasses and flicked some of her blonde hair away from her face.
"With you, yes you're absolutely right. It is all part of the job." She replied a soft smirk playing across her lips as she sat down on the desk.
Dante chose to remain silent against the jab knowing well that he was still too sleepy to make any sort of argument against the witty demoness.
He grabbed what he now saw to be a weapon laying on his desk picking up the blade to examine it. He ran his thumb down along the sharp edge of the blade gently testing its sharpness finding it to be fairly dull.
The ornamental handle was made of gold and shaped to resemble a young woman. Her hair was made with blood red rubies while two small emeralds sat for eyes. It was a beautiful piece of work and to anyone else would seem harmless but Dante could feel the pulse it emitted as he held it in his hand giving it away as a devil arm.
"Where'd you find this beauty?" He asked Trish placing it back down on the desk.
"That actually is what was causing so much trouble downtown. The devil that was possessing it has been taken care of but I'm still going to seal it just to be safe." She replied.
"Good call." Dante stated picking his magazine back up taking in an eyeful of a car and girl he'd like to take for a test drive.
"So that's it? You're just going to go back to reading?" Trish said crossing her arms in front of her and frowning slightly.
"You have something better in mind?" Dante asked in his usual 'don't give a rat's ass' demeanor but Trish could hear the small peak of interest in his tone.
"How about a game of pool?" She asked standing up to walk over to grab a stick off the wall. She rubbed some blue chalk on the end of it keeping her eyes trained on him.
"Not like I've got anything better to do." He replied putting his magazine back down. He set up the balls before grabbing the other stick chalking it up as well. "What are we playing for?"
"If I win you have to take all the jobs that you usually make me take." She said cocking a hip to the side as she leaned on the pool stick.
Dante frowned slightly glancing at the pool table knowing well that when it came to recreational games and gambling he always seemed to be at a loss. He chalked it up to being his 'good' luck with life in general. On the other hand give him a hive of demons to liquidate and he was in business, literally.
"Alright then hot stuff," Dante began as he lined up the cue ball. "If I win then you have to do me right here, right now."
"'Do you', as in…" She asked cocking an elegant brow at him.
"Yup, 'do me'. All the way; nothin' held back. I want it rough and dirty." He said trying hard to suppress the laugh that threatened to erupt from his throat. Trish pursed her lips together for a moment before nodding her head in acceptance.
"All right then. You're on baby." She said with a wink.
Dante struck the cue ball into the others sending them scattering across the table with a loud clunk. A colored ball fell into the far corner right pocket.
"Not bad." Trish aimed for a striped ball getting two in. Dante leaned against his pool stick fully aware that he probably had no chance of ever winning the bet against Trish and knew the next few weeks would be long and grueling thanks to crap jobs while she grabbed the good paying ones. While Trish managed to stay ahead by a ball or two most of the game halfway through Dante's luck took a sudden unexpected turn for once. The cue ball spun into a spiral knocking three of his pool balls into three different pockets.
"Whoa." He said under his breath clearly surprised that he had managed to pull it off even if completely by accident.
"Huh, nice one." Trish remarked aiming for the cue ball sending it slightly off mark of her last striped ball.
Dante chalked up his pool stick one more time before bending down slightly to take aim at the eight ball. He knew that Trish wouldn't miss again and the thought of messing his shot up on purpose was slightly out of the question since she would be able to tell if he did it on purpose or not. He cleared his throat a few times uncertain of what to do when he relented to screw up the shot.
He had only said he wanted to be with her under the pretense that he would lose like he always did. It was easy to call a big bet when he knew that he sucked and wouldn't have to go through with it. It wasn't that he didn't want too because he most certainly would have given anything to bed with the beautiful blonde devil but on the other hand it was Trish.
She was his friend and partner. While it was fun to joke around with each other and flirt shamelessly around other people he wasn't sure if he really was ready or willing to cross that line with her. He had screwed up relationships because of his stupidity too many times to ruin what he had going for him.
He shot the cue ball so that it hit the side of the striped ball sending it spinning into the wooden side. It had been given enough speed and had hit hard enough to go rolling towards the middle of the pool table edging closer to the eight ball. Dante sucked in his breath as he saw Trish's ball hit the eight ball just enough so it fell into the middle pocket.
The sound of the eight ball falling into the table seemed louder then what Dante knew it actually was. Then it was silent. Neither hunter said anything to the other both clearly stunned, first off, that he had won and secondly because of what Trish had agreed too. Dante threw the pool stick onto the table sauntering over to his desk. Trish copied him with the pool stick following him.
She stopped in front of his desk as he sat down propping his feet back up. She placed her hands on the front of her tank top reaching for the metal clasps that held it closed in the front.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dante asked nonchalantly or at least he hoped it had been.
"Making good on your side of the bet since I lost." She replied.
"Don't worry about it. We'll say I got lucky and buy me a pizza instead." He said placing his hands behind his head.
"What's the matter baby; you nervous?" She asked a wicked smile crossing her lips.
"Pssh…me nervous?" He said taking his feet off the desk to tap his fingers against the wood. Hell yeah he was nervous and he knew that she knew and he knew that since she knew it meant a lot of teasing was coming his way.
"Come on, a hot chick is willing to get naked for you and you're barely batting an eyelash. Hmm, maybe Lady was right when she said…well…" Trish said bringing an elegant hand to her lips slightly stifling a flirtatious giggle.
"Lady's just jealous she can't get a piece of this." He replied leaning back slightly in his chair.
"Oh yeah, she's so jealous." She said. "Well if you're not going to help me I may as well help myself."
Dante's good humored smirk faded as Trish did in fact undo the clasps that held her top together. The black leather opened a bit just enough for him to see milk white flesh underneath. Her breasts bounced slightly as they were freed from their confines. He watched enraptured as she tossed the top aside and rubbed at her breasts a little.
"There now, that's so much better. Don't you agree?" She asked seductively. Dante remained silent taking in the sight before him.
Her blonde hair contrasted her pale skin nicely which in turn brought out the blue of her eyes. Her abdomen was taught with muscle but still appeared to be soft and smooth to the touch.
He had spent plenty of time checking Trish out with clothes on and knew she was soft and firm in all the right places but this now, as she stood before him topless pinching at her nipples to harden them, was a new ball game. Dante felt his tight denim pants become tighter as his groin became strained under the pressure of his arousal and he was suddenly determined to get a home run but decided that playing with her a little bit just to get her going would possibly lead to even better sex.
"Meh, you've seen one pair you've seen them all." He stated even though his mind and devil screamed at him that there was no sweeter fruit than Trish.
"Oh really now?" She asked running her hands down her body sliding her fingers under her tight leather pants.
She grabbed at the straps of the thong she was wearing and pulled on it slightly raising it higher on her hips to show him. They were white and silky; Dante did everything in his power to barely contain his nose bleed. It was just getting better by the second as she slowly unzipped her pants edging them down her shapely legs even slower.
Dante was sure his heart would burst in his chest if this kept on but still he remained somewhat stoic. He shrugged.
"Okay so I admit you've the goods but my question is do you have the talent?" He asked as Trish she stepped out of her pants climbing on his desk in a kneeling position. She edged closer to him so that her breath was warm on his face and swayed his hair slightly. Their lips were inches from touching and Dante wanted to touch them with his very much by at the same times was enjoying their game not wanting it to end so abruptly.
"You tell me." She said glancing down at him with a satisfied smile. "Nice tent you're pitching baby."
Dante stared into her cerulean orbs and felt himself melt away. It was one thing to be turned on but what he was feeling was a complete other feeling all in itself. He knew he was hot for her but did he love her? The thought jarred him out of his arousal slightly to make him take pause. Trish saw the sudden change in his eyes from playfulness and lust to longing, a deep longing.
She opened her mouth to add another witty remark when she felt his warm hands fall on her hands and slowly move up her arms to her face. She closed her eyes enjoying the feeling he was emitting but also the way he was making her feel. She always felt safe with Dante, the entire world could collapse around her and it would be fine as long as she had the half devil-half human male beside her.
Dante stroked his hands down her cheeks making sure to use the backs of his hands so that his calluses wouldn't scratch her soft flesh. Trish closed the gap between them pressing her lips against his softly. She reveled in their firmness as Dante leaned into her slightly still keeping his hands against her cheeks as he tasted her softness.
He had had his fair share of kisses over the years but none of them could compare to this one. His lips molded perfectly to hers as he pressed against her a little harder to try and taste more of her exotic sweetness. It was a combination of pineapple and vanilla. The scent sent his devil into a frenzy as it frantically began to struggle under the confines he usually put in under to maintain a human guise but at the taste and smell of a powerful she devil he knew his human side had no chance of winning that battle. It didn't mean he was going to necessarily just hand over the controls though.
Trish was the one who deepened the kiss gently licking at his lips as if requesting entry which he happily granted. Her tongue slid across his as he suppressed the urge to pillage hers as her taste filled his head. Dante moved his hands away as she moved herself slightly sliding down into his lap which only made it easier to kiss her. He wrapped his arms around her waist rubbing at her back with his hands as he pushed his tongue a little further into her mouth to explore.
Her warmth was unlike any he had felt before. A ferocious heat began to take over him as she began to become slightly submissive. He knew that he could dominate her if he wanted to, his devil most certainly did. His grip tightened around her as she began to move her hips slightly against his grinding down against his erection that was still confined in his pants. Reluctantly Dante broke the kiss pushing her towards the desk.
She got the hint and sat on it but not before Dante hooked his fingers into her thong pulling down. As she sat she extended her legs to rest on his shoulders allowing him to take off the garment completely dropping it on the floor.
He sat back slightly for a moment taking her in, who knew if he would get the opportunity again.
Her face was slightly flushed while her lips were beginning to take on a shade of red, redder than what they normally were. His eyes trailed down to her pert breasts that sat proudly on her chest with their nipples hard and erect. Her flat stomach ended in soft light blonde curls that enticed him to taste her core. He shuddered in his skin feeling like a virgin with the beautiful female sitting in front of him the way she was.
"Trish, you're beautiful." He said smirking to himself as she blushed slightly.
"And you're over dressed for this occasion." She replied her toes tugging at the blank muscle shirt he was wearing. He smiled outright and nodded his head once taking off his top placing it on top of her thong. Trish felt the blood slam into her face as she took in an eye full of his coiled muscle. She scanned his chiseled arms before moving down to his pecs that gave way to a six pack of perfection. It wasn't the first time she had seen him without a shirt on. Most days with Dante the trick was getting him to put one on but it was the first time she had been given permission to stare at him without having to worry about getting teased if she were caught.
He grabbed onto her knees pulling his chair closer to her. Trish entwined her fingers into his silver locks as he trailed his fingertips up her legs to tickle her abdomen slightly as he brushed her soft skin finally stopping just below her breasts. He looked up at her as if asking her permission to proceed. She smirked at him giving a nod as she did so. Dante gave his own small smirk cupping at the bottom of her breasts while he brought his thumbs to her nipples to rub at them making them harder.
Trish closed her eyes and bit her lips as he squeezed at the soft mounds slightly. She could feel a surge throughout her body giving her a sensation that she had never felt before. In the demon world she had had mates but that had been in her devil form and it wasn't exactly in a male devil's interest to please his female. It was always about his needs during the act of intercourse but with Dante giving her body the attention she felt herself tingle with this new feeling and she knew that it was mostly in part to the fact that it was Dante.
She owed him more than she could fully fathom. He had after all helped her escape the iron grip of Mundus after being forced to do his will for centuries most times against hers. Dante had given her a home and his trust even though she knew she didn't deserve it. What he had given her was a chance; something that she had never had before. She was her own person to make her own decisions in her life. It was because of these reasons that she knew she felt more than just a partnership with the descendent of Sparda.
She couldn't sum up the way she felt for him but as she met his smoldering gaze that spoke of only devotion to her she knew that it was love.
Dante began to massage her breasts applying some more pressure. Trish licked at her lips feeling herself become wet and throb under his administrations. She wanted more but didn't want to ask for it feeling it would smolder that spark that hung between them.
"Trish I want to taste you. Can I?" He asked his voice coming out a deep rumble that resonated in his chest croaking out of his throat from slightly parted lips. She felt herself shudder under the sound. She nodded her head not quite sure what he meant but gasped as his lips met between her legs. He brushed past her curls with his nose as he kissed lightly at her folds. Trish threw her head back wrapping her legs around him as she tugged on his hair.
She moaned softly at first but gained volume as his tongue began to lick at her causing her legs to tremble.
He sunk his tongue deep into her well tasting more of her exotic scent that had his devil busting down brick walls to break free and take this beautiful demoness for his own. Dante stopped when he felt Trish's muscles tense giving him an indication that she was nearing her end. She expressed her disappointment with a small moan and pout which Dante smirked at.
As he attempted to mentally calm his devil he placed a hand against her cheek as she grabbed at his belt. In a swift motion she managed to unhook it and have it hanging off of him.
"So talented." He said softly bringing his lips back down to hers. The taste was headier then before leaving the devil hunter dizzy from its effect. He summed it up to pheromones being pumped out of both of them at an alarming rate as he felt her delicate fingers unzip his pants before pulling them down his thighs. Her hands were warm as she slid her way back up to his boxers pushing them down as well. Dante quickly had them down to his ankles and off practically before Trish could blink.
She shuddered as her eyes beheld the impressive male before her. While she wanted to remain somewhat in control she knew for the most part it was hopeless as she wrapped her arms and legs around Dante bringing him closer to her. He rested his head against her shoulder kissing at her neck frantically leaving burning nips from his teeth as he grazed her.
The tip of his member brushed against her easily thanks to her state of arousal causing her to moan. Her legs tensed around him more tightly pulling him even closer to her.
"Oh Trish, can I…can I?" Dante managed out as he began to grind himself against her harder.
"Yes Dante, yes." Trish replied unable to suppress the urgent neediness in her voice. Dante braced his hands against the edge of his desk as he adjusted himself slightly moaning loudly as he felt himself enter her. She throbbed against him as he pushed his way in determined to fill her with his manhood.
Trish raked her nails across his neck and shoulders as their lips crashed together in a passionate frenzy.
Tongues battled for dominance as they slid across and over each other as Dante began to move his hips. Trish timed his thrusts with her own backing off slightly to only have him slam back against her causing her to cry out breaking their kiss.
Sweat beaded on Dante's forehead causing his bangs to stick to his skin as their love making became more urgent as each second passed.
Both wanted release but at the same time didn't want the moment to end. Trish moved herself in a way against him that added the stimulation she needed finally feeling her climax wash over her in a cascade of euphoria. In a quick motion Dante picked her up and had her on the floor below him with her legs still on his shoulders. The sudden change in position added to the aftershocks of her orgasm as he was able to push into her more deeply.
His hair swayed slightly as his body slicked with sweat moved against her. His mouth hung open slightly as he breathed out her name every time he slammed himself back into her. She could feel his swollen erection inside of her and wondered how he was holding out for as long as he was; not that she was complaining. Her orgasm had left her even tighter then before making every movement all the more pleasurable.
Dante tensed suddenly and he threw his head back as his hands gripped her breasts tightly squeezing them.
Trish smirked underneath him as she felt his member pump and splash his seed inside of her upon his release. A few more quick thrusts and he hung his head down for a moment blinking a few times. His breathing leveled out after a moment and he looked down at her his eyes sparkling from the afterglow.
"So, was it good for you sailor?" She asked softly bringing a hand up to his cheek resting her thumb against his lips. Dante smirked at her kissing at her thumb bringing his hand up to grip hers gently.