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, Really Hurting Nero, Really Hurting Dante, and Pole Dancing.
Chapter Twenty-five: Humanity's Pleasures
Dante whistled cockily as he walked beside Nero, the two hunters heading to Love Planet for the end of the little bet they had made a while ago. It had been a little more than a week since the younger man had come back to the office from death's embrace and the elder hunter would not let him leave his sight for a short while after. He would jump Nero's ass and fuck him into the nearest wall whenever he would try to sneak away, which was often due to the fact that Nero found that he liked it when his mate was extra rough with him. But soon, Dante had returned to the cocky and somewhat annoying lover the ex-order member knew and loved.
It was the younger slayer's suggestion that they continue their little bet, smirking as Dante mirrored the expression and agreed quickly. Nero's determination to defeat the older slayer had made him take the elder's offer of getting a few of the Love Planet girls to teach him how to pole dance. The first time one of the attractive women had demonstrated what they were going to teach him, he immediately ran out the door of the strip club, blushing a deep crimson. It took a day of Dante's teasing and overconfidence that he was going to beat him for Nero return and apologize for running out during the black haired woman's demonstration without an explanation.
The younger man was eager to show Dante that this shy Fortuna punk could break the older man's control with only a little effort. He had spent the last few days perfecting the tricks the girls had showed him, still not used to being watched with the hawk eyes the women had given him but he knew that he would be more comfortable with Dante. Nero glanced at the older man through the corner of his eye, smiling when the elder hunter looked back at him and wondering if the girls at Love Planet were telling the truth about the little outfit they had given him as a late wedding gift.
Just the mention of Dante's name had the girls giggling and asking him if he was that 'kid'. Apparently, the older man had not given up drinking at the club yet and had taken the liberty to tell nearly everyone working in the establishment that he was married to the younger spitfire. Nero had blushed at first, then kicked Dante's ass when he came home after hearing that he had introduced him as 'kid' and even his 'wife' to a few people.
"Ready to lose, old man?" Nero asked, pulling himself and Dante out of their thoughts. He was distracted by his breath for a moment as it came out in soft white puffs of warm smoke, the thick snow crunching under their feet nosily as they walked down the street. The dark gray clouds above them let small crystals of ice fall to the ground on the gentle chilling breeze, blanketing the city in a powder of white.
"No. I'm ready to win, kid." Dante smirked, watching the younger hunter grin and met his eyes before looking away from him and down at the frost covered street. The older hunter watched Nero as he enjoyed the feeling of stepping in the thick snow, still relieved that the ex-order member was still living and breathing next to him.
He stopped as Nero bent down suddenly, dipping his human hand into the thick layer of snow under them with a look that reminded Dante of a curious little kid. Nero pulled his hand back out with a handful of the small ice crystals, throwing it so it made a nice splat against Dante's shoulder when his hand got too cold and shaking the melted water off his hand quickly after. Dante smiled and chuckled lightly as he felt the cold snow hit him, the smile fading when he noticed a small scar as the younger hunter put his hands together, rubbing them together to warm them and muttering something about how cold the snow was.
"Kid? Isn't that from the glass you cleaned up a week ago?" Dante asked, pointing out the scar on the younger hunter's index finger. Nero froze for a moment, glancing down at the still healing wound before slowly moving his left hand behind his back.
"No...There was...something sharp under the snow. Must have nicked myself on it..." Nero lied quickly, pushing past the older man and attempting to make it to Love Planet before Dante had the chance to question him further on the matter. He knew that the scar was from the glass that had sunk deep into his finger about a week ago, as to why it was not healed a few minutes after the stab from the shard, he was not sure. Then again, ever since he fell unconscious after Nelo parted with him, he had felt an odd hollowness in the back of his skull and his devil arm's usual fluorescent blue glow had faded into a light-less blue-gray. He had a idea as to what had happened but he would not let himself think too long on it, worried about the possible loss of his life if he was right.
"Nero." The younger slayer felt a hand grab his shoulder lightly as he heard his name, stopping his hurried steps and sighing softly. "What is it really from? Please, kid."
"...It's from the glass. You were right, okay?" Nero shrugged his shoulder out of the hold before turning so his side was facing Dante. "I'm...I'm not healing as fast as I used to and I don't know what the fuck is going on inside of me. Even my devil bringer has been acting strange recently. From what you told me about Vergil bringing me back here, bringing me back to life when he was nearly dead himself, I..." The younger man refused to meet Dante's eyes as he took a deep breath, noticing that a bit of panic had made its way into his chest. "As much as I don't want to admit it, I'm scared that Vergil isn't with me anymore. He told me that he wouldn't last long as half a soul when he left me. So doesn't that mean that I'm only half a soul now too? How long will I be able to last on my own?"
Dante let out a huff of air as he watched the younger man stand silently in front of him and stare at the snow covered ground, having a feeling that Nero was right. He had accepted his brother's death nearly ten years ago, then again a few years after that, and now again. It was beginning to feel as if his brother would always find a way to survive but he could worry and be relieved of that later. He was not going to stand back and let anything hurt or take the younger hunter away from him again. He would make sure he was dead from fighting against whatever wanted Nero before the thing could even see the other man. And if Nero himself turned on him one day, so be it. He probably deserved it anyway.
A hand grabbed the front of Nero's red hoodie, dragging him forward suddenly until he felt rough lips devour his in a deep kiss. He parted his lips in a shocked gasp only to have the elder's tongue slide into his mouth, playing and prodding at his own tongue lightly until Nero moved past the shock and returned the passionate kiss. Dante parted their lips, a drop or two of blood tainting the tip of his tongue as the younger hunter nipped a little too hard on his bottom lip.
"I love you, Nero. I would give you half of my soul if I could. But no matter what happens, I'll do what ever it takes to keep you by my side. If worse comes to worse, I won't let you die alone. Not again." Dante muttered softly, kissing the ex-order member tenderly again before pulling away and smiling through the thick tension between them. "Now, how about that bachelor party you promised me? Do I get a lap dance with the strip show?" Nero snorted in response, a smile appearing on his lips as they started toward Love Planet again.
"If you can resist me for that long, old man. I want to make this quick so I'll go first. Doubt it'll take long." The young man winked haughtily before walking a few steps in front of the older slayer, giving the man a good glimpse of his ass through the jeans hipping his hips tightly. Dante openly stared at the sight Nero gave him, licking his lips as the other hunter looked over his shoulder and smirked at his reaction.
"With you swinging your ass around like that, we might not even make it to the strip club..." Dante said under his breath, feeling himself stir in his groin just at the way the younger man walked in front of him, the swing of his hips no doubt something Nero had picked up from the girls at Love Planet.
Dante made his way into the private room they had reserved, the younger man parting from his sight in order to get ready for his performance. Dark purple lights were embedded in the wine colored floor, glowing just enough to illuminate the way to the crescent shaped leather couch circling the end of the small stage where the sliver pole stood brightly. The colored lighting cast seductive and alluring shadows on the purple Victorian wallpaper and drapes of dark silk hanging from the doorway and ceiling. The air was cool and smelt of lavender and sex, the combination making the devil hunter's stomach twist with excitement.
Dante could already imagine fucking Nero in the room, wondering where he could screw the younger hunter's brains out to make the shadows of his writhing body dance across all the walls at the same time. He licked his lips and found a comfortable position on the black leather couch built for several people, smirking as he thought of how much the world should be jealous of him getting a special show from his drop dead sexy lover. He wanted to get away from everything weighting down on his mind, wanting to forget the ex-order member's death and the misery that had overcome him these past few weeks for at least an hour or two. He bet that Nero wanted to do the same, dance around the pole, leave behind the worries for a little bit and drown in the simplicity of humanity's pleasures.
The elder could not wait for the show to start, his strong devil side wanting to mount his mate before he even had the chance to see Nero walk out onto the stage. Suddenly, Dante had a feeling that this was going to be quick as his inner demon purred lowly and waited for its mate.
Fuck, kid. Look what you do to me.
Dante's eyes snapped to the stage as the purple lights on the floor dimmed and brighter ones light up the stage by the pole, the silver tainted into a light violet from the alluring lights. Cold smoke drifted off of the stage slowly, filling the elder's lungs and only adding to the anticipation building inside of him. Countless thoughts of what Nero could be wearing flickered through his mind as the smoke swirled in gentle wisps above the smooth wood of the stage. Images of the other hunter naked to completely clothed passed through his mind, each making his pants just that much tighter and his fingers twitched to free himself from the torture of waiting for the mere sight of the younger man.
Thick beats of a bass soon joined by the sexy wail of a guitar soon filled the room from the small black speakers on the sides of the stage. He was distracted from the sexy music as he saw the lights dim and black boots with a slight heel move across the stage to the bass beat. Light blue orbs constantly glanced back and forth from the boots to the bare legs they were connected to, the lighting not allowing him to see anymore but he was already horny as fuck from just seeing that his mate was in the same room as him.
The lights brightened again, making Dante deaf to the music entirely as he took in the sight of Nero standing to the left of the pole with his devil bringer gripping the top of the silver lightly, his claws scraping across its surface teasingly. The young hunter's human arm was wrapped around the pole, his leather gloved hand resting a little lower on his right hip and dangerously close to his groin. He wore black, nearly skintight leather shorts that showed off a great deal of the lithe muscle of his thighs. A matching half shirt made of the same leather covered the top of his chest, the silver zipper just begging Dante to pull it down and reveal more of the nearly flawless pale skin for his eyes to drink in. A small spiked collar wound around Nero's neck, the sliver chain connected to it swinging slightly and taunting the older hunter by brushing lightly against Nero's abs when he could not. His devil arm was stretched out in an unusually flaunting way, showing off the red hide and gray-blue ribbed skin while covering the lower half of his face. The azure eyes staring at him as he stared back, captivated him as they sparked in the violet light and made Dante's growing arousal throb within his tight leather pants.
He found himself no longer wanting to win anymore, the only thoughts running through his head being of getting the sensual image burned into his eyes forever and fucking Nero until the younger man was half dead from sex alone. He wondered if it had been his devil side controlling his urges or if Nero was just that damn rape-able. Either way, he was surprised that he had not leaped onto the stage and pinned the other man against the nearest wall yet. He managed to keep himself rooted to the leather of the couch despite his oh so fuckable mate standing only a meter away on the stage, finding that those azure eyes kept him in place as he almost wished Nero would not strip for him and instead would just give him that look for the rest of the night.
Nero moved sooner than Dante had wanted, his mind still memorizing every detail of the irresistible pose the younger man had started with. He slid his hand across the front of the tight leather shorts, making a display of running his gloved hand across his groin before gripping the pole. He twisted around it twice and used the momentum to smoothly turn so his back was to the pole, sliding down it slowly and bucking his hips up as the song in the background let out an audible 'fuck'. Dante recalled the song as he watched Nero with nearly unblinking eyes, remembering a time when he had stolen the headphones the younger man owned while he was sleeping and listening to the lewd song about scandalous sex. If he had to guess, it was probably one of the other hunter's favorites.
Dante watched as Nero slid to the floor on his knees slowly, grabbing the pole behind him with his devil bringer as he leaned the back his head against it and arched his body beautifully. The younger hunter bucked his hips to the chorus of the song, fluid motions that only paused when the male singer took a breath between sentences. Nero's eyes closed as he turned his head to the side, lips parted in a silent moan as he showed off the visible mate mark on his neck that proved he was Dante's.
The elder had to bite back a low growl as he watched the other man's unused hand move down from his chest to his bucking hips, rubbing smoothly across the growing bulge in the leather shorts. Dante had to bite his lip as he watched the action with dark, lustful eyes. Not only was Nero doing this for him, but the little punk was enjoying it!
Nero reopened his eyes, staring at the older devil hunter again as a soft smirk formed on his lips. He managed to stand back up as rhythmically as the rest of his movements, smoothly reaching up and pulling down the zipper of his half shirt as the song moved to describe discarding clothing in the heat of the moment. The young slayer let the garment glide down his arms, taking it in one hand and throwing it at Dante's face as the beat picked up and he gripped the pole again. The older man felt the half shirt hit his face, pulling it off his face reluctantly after he caught the aroused scent of his young lover in the leather. He tossed it to the side of the couch as he realized that Nero had moved off the stage, standing in front of him with a sly smile on his face.
"No touching, old man." Nero breathed into his ear, the hot breath nearly making Dante release the growl he was holding in his throat. The younger man straddled his lap, not a part of skin or leather touching each other. Nero braced his hands against the back of the leather couch, one on each side of Dante's head as he moved in close. He looked as if he were about to kiss the older hunter, their breath intermingling between the short distance between them as they stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. The needy and lustful look in Nero's azure pools would have made a normal man cum at the sight of it but Dante merely let out a nearly silent growl.
Fuck raping the kid! I'm devouring him! Dante's demon side hissed inside his mind. The 'no touching' rule his scandalously clad mate had reminded him of was killing him. His fingers twitched as he let his eyes roam the bare skin so close, so fucking close, to him before returning to those seductive eyes. Why he was obeying it suddenly, he did not know. He had already decided earlier that he was going to lose. Hell, he wanted to lose. Would beg to lose. He would admit that he had less control over himself than the little punk from Fortuna did.
Nero gasped as he felt hands grab him roughly, throwing him onto the couch before a fully clothed body pinned his to the leather couch. The hands roamed every inch of flesh they could find, a hot mouth nipping and licking at his exposed chest before taking one of his nipples and biting hard on it with a pair of sharp fangs. Nero tangled his devil bringer into the silver strands of the man biting and licking harshly at his chest, moaning loudly when he felt a hand dive down into the black leather shorts. A warm hand wrapped itself around his erection, pumping him in time with the music as the mouth on his chest licked up his neck and made its way to his ear. The heated panting against his skin made shivers of pleasure race down his spine as Dante nibbled the lobe lovingly before pulling away.
"You win, kid. Now you better be fucking ready for your prize because you're getting it whether you want it or not." Dante growled. Forget humanity's pleasures, it was time for some demonic rutting.