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Penultimate chapter now, which means warnings time. Graphic yaoi, which means man/devil sex... but you all know that, so enjoy!
Chapter 12 – Prizes to be Claimed
Nero continued to run through the dark streets of the town, his lungs on fire and his legs threatening to give way beneath him. His entire body was beginning to feel heavier and he wanted to just collapse in a heap and give up, but his devil side forced him to continue running, wanting to be in Dante's strong arms. Persisting with the increasingly difficult task, the part devil ran round a corner and was instantly faced with another Mephisto.
"Shit," he cursed. "You really picked a bad time!"
However, the Mephisto seemed uninterested in him, even when he attempted to snatch off its misty cloak with his Bringer. Nero ducked low as the demon glided over his head, heading off in the direction the ex-Order member had come from. He saw the thick black shadow streak across the ground from behind a building, catching the Mephisto off guard. It attempted to attack the advancing shadow, but it only succeeded in being engulfed by darkness and most likely killed. The teen took a step back, the surroundings becoming increasingly colder. Letting his adrenalin fuel his aching body, he sprinted away from his pursuer, desperate to get home.
"You sure are a damn hot headed demon," he muttered to himself.
The Shadow Stalker hadn't caught up with him by the time Nero saw the bright neon sign for Devil May Cry. He peered of his shoulder, not seeing anything suspicious, but he certainly felt something ominous threatening to loom up behind him. He cursed under his breath again, hoping with all his might that Dante would be in the office. Once he got to the double doors, he flung them wide open and dashed inside, making sure to lock them even though he knew it wouldn't do a damn bit of good. He turned around, his breathing heavy after the time spent running, but the older man wasn't sitting at his desk.
"Dante! " he yelled. "Dante! Are you here? DANTE!"
"Huh, kid?" the elder man's head appeared from behind the bar. "You're back?"
"Err... what are you doing over there?"
"Just having a nap."
Nero glanced suspiciously at the screwed up cans of beer littering the wooden floor surrounding the bar before looking back at Dante. He felt his heart ache when he saw that the man's ice blue orbs were slightly bloodshot and his white hair a bit of a mess. It was enough to make him forget about the shadow demon chasing him, especially seeing as it was his fault that he was in this condition.
"Dante," he murmured. "I... I need to say that..."
But before he could finish what he wanted to say, the windows shattered behind him, sending shards of glass cascading across hardwood. He yelped loudly and ran towards the bar, catching Dante around the waist with his arms as the older man got to his feet and stepped away from the wooden counter.
"Crap I forgot!" the teen exclaimed. "That Shadow Stalker showed up again and it followed me all the way back here. I was fighting a Faust and it actually killed it so it could get to me."
"Must want you pretty bad then," Dante growled.
"I don't think it's going to go down without a fight, Dante."
"Good, because I'll give it one."
The elder wasted no time, instantly reaching for Rebellion that was resting on the surface of the bar and summoning his double from his shadow. The dark version of Dante stood behind Nero with a copy of Rebellion on his back, resting both gloved hands on the kid's shoulders. He looked back into the red eyes of Doppelganger, his smirk unnerving him somewhat.
"Guess I'll be taking care of you both again," he purred, stroking Nero's cheek.
"Just help me finish this thing," Dante turned to glare at him.
"It'll be tough to kill you know," Doppelganger began, his fingers threading through Nero's soft white locks. "The instant it gets away and hides in the shadows, it can heal faster than you can. I should be able to restrain it, but if it gets a chance to heal, it'll overpower me easily."
"You don't need to kill it, just hold it back long enough."
The double raised an eyebrow. "So, you're going ahead with it then?"
Dante paused for a moment, his eyes returning to the broken windows. "Yes."
"Going ahead with what?" Nero asked, trying to slap away the hands of Dante's double, but to no avail. "You have a plan to get rid of it?"
"Oh he does," Doppelganger purred, lowering his head to nuzzle the teen below the ear. "I think you might like what he..."
Before he could continue, Dante grasped his double by the collar of his leather shirt and pulled him away from Nero, bringing them face to face. He glared at him, his eyes flashing red as he tried to hold back his Devil Trigger.
"I'm losing patience with you," he growled.
Doppelganger chuckled darkly. "Am I not allowed to have any fun around here?"
"Not where Nero is concerned, we discussed this."
"Aw, you're mean."
The double leaned forwards and licked Dante's cheek, pulling back quickly with a snicker before he tempted the older man into tossing him over the bar. Nero shook his head, not being surprised that the double was so perverted; if everything Dante had was his as well, that had to include personality. However, the pair were quickly distracted by the lights in the office dimming, creating a frigid atmosphere. They watched as an eerie darkness crept in through the windows, streaks of black shadow crawling along the walls and expanding to every surface they could touch. Nero shivered, wanting to inch closer to Dante's warmth for protection, but he knew it would only distract him from whatever he wanted to do.
"Stay back Nero," Dante warned. "Get behind the desk or something."
The kid nodded, not arguing with the man as he cautiously approached the old oak desk, eyes never leaving the oncoming shadows. Dante and his double stepped in front of the desk, blocking his view of the danger and making him feel slightly safer. His eyes roamed around the room, picking out all the shadows in the corners of the ceiling and noticing that he could no longer see the fans. He took another step back, nearly tripping over the chair; he almost wanted to hide under the table and make himself appear as small as possible. It was an unusual feeling, as he was normally ready to jump headlong into a fight, but this time he felt it was sensible to back down.
"Careful kid!"
With wide eyes, Nero spun round on his heal just in time to see the shadow that was spread across the wall behind him. Not really knowing what he was doing, he vaulted over the desk away from it, hearing the sound of the wooden chair smashing behind him. He looked down at his boot, seeing a black mark on the heel that almost looked like a burn. He glanced up at Dante, who was glaring at the mark with deep crimson eyes and looking dangerous.
"Don't lose it old man!" Nero shouted at him, but he knew that he was too late.
With an inhuman growl, Dante Triggered in a violent flash of red and leapt over the desk, sinking his claws into a dark figure shrouded by the shadow. The teen saw sharp black talons tear into the red flesh on the elder's back before dragging him into the mass of darkness behind it. Nero stared at it, rubbing his eyes but still unable to see the other hunter in his devil form.
"Shit, I can't see anything!" Nero exclaimed, beginning to panic.
"Luckily for him, I can," Doppelganger replied.
"Can you go after him?"
"I can't last long in the demon's shadow, I can only attack when it's lured out."
"So that's what Dante's doing? Luring it out?"
"I don't..."
There was loud crash behind the bar, Nero almost jumping a mile and cowering behind Doppelganger. He saw a brief flash of Dante's devil form, followed by a high pitch scream and a sickening crack. A dark flash darted out from behind the bar and disappeared behind the leather couch, leaving a trail of black blood on the wooden floor. Dante remained behind the bar, half hidden in the shadows and his glowing eyes scanning the room for any sudden movement. After a few moments of waiting, a quick flash of darkness appeared to the side of the elder half devil, a shape that almost looked liked talons reaching for him.
Dante grasped the sharp hand and thrust Rebellion into the darkness, but he didn't appear to strike anything. At the same moment, he was pulled to the floor from his feet, Nero hearing his yell in apparent pain. Without thinking, he made to run towards the bar, but was only hit with splintered wood as the front panel was destroyed. Still Triggered, Dante was thrown from the bar with his own blade embedded in his gut, a thin trail of blood marking his path. The shadow immediately formed up behind him again, but the elder was ready this time. He yanked Rebellion free from his thick red hide and stabbed it into the ground, a dull squishing sound indicating he hit something this time.
Nero narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the form of the Shadow Stalker, but it was too dark to see. All he could make out was a powerful looking form and sharp talons, but nothing else because it moved too quickly. He watched as Dante reached into the shadow with his free hand, grabbed onto something and slammed it hard into the ground. The shadow demon appeared to be fighting back as Dante withdrew Rebellion and was knocked away slightly. His blade was dripping with thick, black ooze, making the teen feel even more helpless at not being able to fight.
"Over there!" Doppelganger shouted, suddenly.
He pointed towards the shadowy form of the red leather sofa next to the pool table, Dante instantly getting the hint. Nero watched as the Triggered hunter leapt across the room into the darkness, knocking over the couch in the process. There was another high pitch scream, this time slightly choked as if the elder had actually bitten into its throat. Dante was immediately tossed backwards into the second sofa, Nero suddenly realising that the Shadow Stalker had a clear line of sight towards him. He stepped backwards, trying to pull Red Queen from his back but he fumbled and dropped the heavy blade to the floor.
"Shit," he cursed, instantly reaching for Blue Rose instead.
But the shadow wasn't intent on waiting for him, the darkness already creeping towards him and the powerful figure beginning to immerge. However, before it could get anywhere, Doppelganger blocked its path towards the teen, reaching out and seizing one clawed hand. He swiftly pulled it down, jumping into the air and twisting round so the shadow demon was under him. He pinned it to the ground by both of its black hands, impaling his copy of Rebellion at a point behind him. Nero couldn't see where the demon had been impaled, but he certainly caught site of its blood seeping into the floorboards. Even though it was pinned down, all he could see were the clawed hands and the top of Doppelganger's torso.
"Heh, bingo!" Dante's double chuckled.
"Maybe I should finish it off," Nero said, taking Blue Rose from her holster.
"I wouldn't try; you'll probably just shoot me instead."
"Then what..."
He was interrupted when he felt a clawed hand rest heavily on his shoulder and the smell of arousal go straight to his head. He was rooted to the spot as he felt a hot tongue against the back of his ear, licking it tenderly before sharp fangs bit down hard enough to draw blood. Nero moaned as he felt the tongue lick the wound clean before a nose nuzzled his soft hair. Before he could attempt to respond, he was momentarily distracted as the Shadow Stalker struggled to break free from Doppelganger, only to have Rebellion pushed deeper into it.
"Hurry it up you two," the double ordered. "I can't hold him down forever."
"Hurry up what?" asked Nero.
But the question was soon answered for him when he was spun round by strong arms and lips instantly crashed against his. The teen struggled in Dante's powerful embrace, but the action only seemed to turn the Triggered hunter on even more. He groaned as his lip was bitten sharply, hot tongue lapping up the spilt crimson liquid greedily. The scent of the elder's arousal became intoxicating and Nero found himself quickly aroused himself, especially with his devil side begging for what Dante was offering. Dante seemed to sense his submission and he instantly licked at his lips, forcing his tongue inside the teen's sweet cavern. The kid groaned again, his hands moving to caress the armoured flesh on the elder's chest, his Devil Bringer scratching deeply enough to draw thin rivulets of blood. The red devil growled lustfully, enjoying the stab of pain from sharp blue talons and the pleasure of the younger male's tongue massaging his own.
Nero's eyes slowly slid shut as he melted into the kiss, completely forgetting that it was only Dante's demonic side that was conscious and that he had just been claimed through a battle to decide who could mate with him. In fact, he had even forgotten about the argument they'd had earlier; all he cared about was how much he desired this right now and it wasn't just his devil half. He encircled the elder's neck in his arms, not protesting as he felt clawed hands grasp his buttocks and lift him up until he wrapped his legs around his waist. He was carried over to the old oak desk and sat on the edge while Dante continued to ravage his mouth with the deep, passionate kiss. Before long, his denim coat had been slipped off over his shoulders and both his red hoodie and navy undershirt tossed aside.
"Dante," Nero moaned as warm hands fondled his ass.
The red devil lowered his head to lick at his chest, flicking a pert nipple with his tongue and gently nibbling the pebbled nub. The teen gasped at the sensation, his eyes snapping shut and the claws of his demonic arm grasping the back of Dante's head. His back arched towards the older male as one of his hands slid round to the front of his body and palmed his growing erection. As he moaned the elder's name again, he suddenly found his jeans and black boxers ripped from his body, leaving him completely naked in front of him. Nero shivered from the cool air in the office, but he soon found himself warming up wonderfully as Dante observed every inch of him, getting harder by the minute.
"You're such a pervert," the teen chuckled.
With a lustful groan, the older male shoved Nero down onto the desk and hovered over him, licking from his navel up to his neck. Nero gasped when he felt a large, hard object press against his opening, using his Devil Bringer to try and push Dante away. The half devil growled lowly, meshing his lips with Nero's and continuing to press against him. The kid struggled again, desperately trying to warn the elder that he wasn't ready. His demonic arm glowed intensely as his blue talons sunk deeply into Dante's chest, the scent and feeling of blood exciting his devil side. He shook his head to clear the haze of lust, pushing harder against the other man until he moved away.
"Wait Dante," Nero panted. "N-Not yet..."
Dante watched him intently, appearing to hesitate for a moment. The instant Nero locked eyes with the Triggered man, he suddenly realised what he was feeling. He wasn't in control and he didn't want to take him like this, but every ounce of his being was overcome with the desire to mate. Smiling softly, Nero reached out and gently caressed the half devil's cheek, his smile broadening at the sound of his soft purring.
"I didn't mean 'no', old man," he told him with a smirk. "I just need... err... you know... a bit of preparation."
Dante lowered his head. "Nero..." his voice was dark from his demonic side.
"Hey," the teen leaned forwards, their lips almost touching. "I do want this; hell I want this more than you could ever know! I don't care how you do it, Dante. It's still you, even if only your demon side knows what's going on."
The red devil closed his eyes and leaned in closer, nuzzling the nape of his neck and continuing to purr contentedly as Nero wrapped his arms about him. The younger hunter smiled again, tilting his head so that he could trail kisses along his bottom jaw. Dante moaned softly, but he was still hesitant as his clawed hands gently grasped his hips.
"I know this is touching and everything," Doppelganger interrupted. "But this guy's getting pretty jealous!"
Nero glanced over to Dante's double, who was still using all the force he could muster to keep the Shadow Stalker pinned down. It didn't seem to lose any strength whatsoever, regardless to how much blood it appeared to be losing. He turned back to Dante, noticing that he was still fighting to stay in control of himself. Nero observed him sadly for a moment; guess he really does like me, he doesn't want it to be rape. With a seductive smirk curling to his lips, the teen pushed the elder away and slipped off the edge of the desk. A slight pink tinge flushed to his cheeks as he turned around and bent over the desk, glancing back over his shoulder at the other half demon.
"You want it like this, huh Dante?" he asked teasingly, smirking as the smell of arousal grew stronger. "You know I want it too... just go slowly this time, okay?"
He could almost pinpoint the exact moment the elder's control snapped. He moaned loudly as Dante pressed up against him, hot breath against the side of his cheek and clawed hands roaming across his back. The claws of his Bringer carved grooves into the oak surface as the elder nibbled on his earlobe, one hand sliding down between his legs and gripping his arousal. Nero whimpered from the pleasure, his eyelids sliding slowly shut as the warm hand swiftly pumped his erection. He felt a pair of fingers trace the outline of his lips before pressing against the seam, the teen taking them into his mouth and sucking on them. Feeling bold, he bit down on the digits, his flesh heating up at the husky growl reverberating behind him. Nero shivered at the erotic sound, his tongue winding around the fingers in his mouth and coating them with his saliva.
The teen groaned when the claws were removed, sensual shudders running along his spine as those wet fingers trailed down his back to the curve of his ass. The hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft picked up its pace slightly as the digits were pressed against his opening and slowly inserted. Nero hissed in response to the sudden intrusion, trying his best to relax himself as he felt sharp nails rake his insides. He growled as Dante's fingers were withdrawn before being rammed in hard, his devil side enjoying the slight pangs of pain. However, the discomfort of the thrusting motion was soon forgotten as the elder hit something deep inside him, causing Nero to cry out at the sudden sparks of pleasure.
As if that were a sign for him to take things up a level, Dante removed his fingers and positioned himself at Nero's tight entrance. The teen sucked in breath sharply as he felt the red devil's thick organ press into him and push past the tight ring of muscle. He grunted from the pain, his glowing blue talons almost ripping a chunk out of the desk. He moaned slightly as Dante began licking the back of his neck, dragging his fangs lightly across pale flesh to tease his inner demon. Nero tried to buck into the hand softly stroking his arousal in an attempt to ease his discomfort, but Dante had him pinned down securely. The teen closed his eyes tightly as the elder promptly withdrew and slammed back in, moaning loudly as he did so and dragging his claws down Nero's back. The wounds healed quickly, but tears still pricked the edges of the younger hunter's eyes as the Triggered man started a bruising pace.
"Shit Dante!" he yelled. "Slow down... fuck!"
But he knew Dante couldn't hear him, he was far too lost in his feelings of ecstasy to pay attention to anything else. However, before Nero could try and voice more protest, he felt the elder strike his prostate sharply, sending surges of pleasure streaming through him. He screamed loudly, arching his back as that same spot was nailed repeatedly by Dante's spine breaking thrusts. He bucked his hips back to meet him, his human had reaching behind to grip the back of the devil's head. However, Nero abruptly found himself slammed back against the desk, a clawed hand fisting his hair and pressing the side of his face into the desk. Dante growled possessively and gripped the teen's hip with his other hand, drawing blood with his talons as he pounded harder into the smaller frame beneath him.
Nero moaned loudly as all of his senses seemed to be assaulted at once; pleasure and pain all rolling into one. His azure orbs were tinted with red as his devil side fought for release, in complete adoration at the way the elder was dominating him so wonderfully. Other than Dante, there was no man in the entire world who was worthy enough to be his mate, no matter how many other devils tried to challenge it. Nero couldn't think of anything else as he felt his completion approaching, the hard thrusts of the other man never losing their rhythm. He bit down on the claws of his Devil Bringer, trying desperately to hold back on his Trigger in case it drove Dante even more crazy with lust.
"Let it go, kid!" he heard Doppelganger shout, along with the sound of struggling as the Shadow Stalker tried and failed to fight back. "You'll heal faster if you Trigger and besides, I think he will prefer it that way."
Nero was just about able to understand him amidst the haze of his passion and he knew he was right. He felt Dante lean over him and increase his pace again, if that were possible, licking his way from his shoulder to his neck. The teen closed his eyes and stopped fighting his Trigger, releasing his devil side in a flash of blue. The elder hunter growled possessively, the hand still gripping his hip moving to stoke his straining arousal in time with his impossibly hard thrusts. Nero screamed Dante's name as he felt fangs sink into his neck, drawing rivers of blood that streamed down his neck and dripped onto the desk. The coil of heat in his lower abdomen wound tighter, the feeling of Dante sliding in and out much more acute in his devil form.
"Fuck! I... I c-can't..." Nero panted. "D-Dan-te... ah!"
He couldn't contain himself anymore and with a roar of the elder's name, the kid reached his climax, staining the oak surface with his essence. However, even after his orgasm, he still didn't soften one bit as Dante continued to slam into him, his completion seemingly nowhere in sight. Nero moaned as the bite mark on his neck was licked clean of blood, his eyes closing as sharp fangs pierced him once again. The younger hunter purred contentedly along with the elder, his demonic nature stirring at the bite and enjoying the rough treatment he was receiving. He moaned as he felt the clawed hand tangled in his hair stroke his head gently, almost as if to try and calm him while he endlessly assaulted his prostate.
Nero tried to throw his head back and arch into the older male's body, but he was pinned to the desk too well. Dante had every intention of making sure he knew who was in charge. He screamed with pure, unadulterated ecstasy as he was taken to new heights, his lungs burning from lack of oxygen almost as though he were drowning in waves of passion. He felt Dante's thrusting become erratic, almost feeling relieved as he doubted he could take much more of his animalistic pace. Groaning lustfully, Dante let go of Nero's hair in favour of grasping his right leg and lifting it up so he could raise it on top of the desk.
"What?" the teen panted. "Dante, you... ahh!"
He yelled with pleasure as this change in position allowed the elder to slide deeper inside than before. The desk creaked violently from their furious pace, Nero wondering why it hadn't collapsed beneath them, but he barely had time to consider it as he felt his second climax approaching. Every nerve was on fire as he was engulfed by sensations more intense than anything he'd felt so far, part of him wishing it would never end. His eyes suddenly shot wide open as Dante ravaged his neck once again, replenishing the mark he was religiously trying to make. His voice left him as he attempted to scream the elder hunter's name, every muscle in his body weakening as he spilled his second release over the desk.
He collapsed onto the hard wood as he lost his Devil Trigger, moaning softly as Dante still worked towards his own release. It only took a few hard thrusts until his hips snapped flush against Nero's ass and threw his head back to roar his mate's name. Nero sighed from exhaustion as he felt a burning liquid enter him and the rate of Dante's thrusts subside. His eyes were heavy and, regardless to how tired he felt, he whimpered at the loss of heat when the other man pulled out of him. He allowed himself a satisfied smile as he felt strong arms wrap around him, pulling him away from the desk and a gentle hand run clawed fingers through his tousled mane. The teen leaned back against Dante's still Triggered form, his breath catching in his throat as he heard a single word whispered into his ear.
"Mine."
Nero choked back a sob, a single tear running down his cheek that he could blame on post sex exhaustion later. A comforting growl rumbled in Dante's throat as he gently nuzzled the healing bite on the younger hunter's neck, lightly grazing his fangs over the same area. Suddenly remembering what brought all this on in the first place, Nero took a quick glance in Doppelganger's direction and sighed happily when he saw that the shadows were already gone. All that remained was a thick stain of black blood on the hardwood floor. He closed his eyes and relaxed against Dante, managing to at least say something before he drifted off into a heavy sleep.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you," he breathed. "Dante..."
The last thing he could recall was the feeling of being picked up and held close to a warm chest as he was carried up the stairs.
Best way to beat a demon; make it watch you have hot man sex... *coughs* - only one chapter left now, stay tuned!
