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.
Rated M for Hot Man/Devil Sex and hot man sex in practically every chapter. Meant for extreme Yaoi fangirls only.
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Chapter 2: Stage Two: Total Submission
Dante walked out of the kitchen with a box full of old pizza and a few beers. He knew that he was going to have to explain a few things to Nero…well, maybe he would leave a few gray areas for the kid to find out on his own. Who knows, this might be interesting. Dante thought to himself as he heard the shower upstairs stop.
Nero turned off the cold water, his previous hopes of it clearing his mind of the dream turning out to be wrong. He would have dropped what happened if it wasn't for two things. One, the person he was with in the dream was Dante, the one man he thought would be the last person he would fall for. The second was that not only did he watch the dream, he felt it. Every small caress was as if it were really happening to him. Nero would have blamed Dante for molesting him in his sleep if it were not for the hunter being asleep in his room the whole time.
Dante looked up to see Nero coming down the stairs in only in a towel. He couldn't help but smirk, wondering if Nero did it by accident or his maturing was already getting to the second stage. He opened a beer as Nero sat down next to him. The kid looked almost nervous, noticing that he had sat down leg to leg with Dante.
"I have a feeling you know what's going on with me, old man." Nero muttered, feeling like he was confessing something deeply personal to the older hunter. Dante's grin made Nero blush. What the hell? Nero turned his face away, hating that he blushed just looking at him now.
Dante's grin got wider before he conjured the most serious face he could. "What do you mean, kid?" He asked, sipping his beer. Well, playing with him might make this more fun. I'll explain it all later…after I get a good taste of how far I can go before he snaps. He thought, internally smirking evilly.
Nero felt disheartened at Dante's reply. Something must be wrong with me. Maybe I'll lay off the jobs for a while. Maybe some of the demon blood I had on me yesterday had a poison in it or something…
While Nero was lost in thought, Dante stood up from the couch. He walked over to his desk as he took off his coat and shirt, putting them on the chair. He stretched and got out his twin guns that he forgot to put back together do to the sweat scent that Nero had emitted yesterday. Today, the scent had grown stronger but Dante remained in control, mainly because he knew he was going to get what that scent promised.
Nero was knocked out of his thoughts as he noticed that Dante had taken off his shirt. No, not noticed, smelt. He could smell Dante's skin, the gun power, old blood, the hunter's own and other demons, and…arousal? Nero blushed and mentally shook his head. I'm just imagining things. He thought but that didn't stop him from starting to become aroused himself. He crossed his legs, hoping to hide the bulge forming behind the small towel.
Dante smirked as the sweet scent grew sweeter, the kid was falling for it. He finished putting Ivory back together after a few moments of silence. Nero was still sitting on the couch, blushing and still embarrassed. Dante felt himself become a little agitated from forcing himself to wait. Maybe Nero needed a little more 'encouragement'. Remembering how his senses could pick up any sound or smell, he picked up a few of the pieces of Ebony, making sure to brush his hand against the front of his leather pants. Dante slowly picked up each piece, brushing his hand against his growing erection as he lifted it and clicked it into place. He tried to keep his moans as quiet as possible. Nero was going to lose control, even if Dante had to secretly masturbate in front of him through his pants.
It was becoming harder and harder to keep his legs crossed as the smell of arousal from the elder grew. Nero shook his head a few times, trying to shake the imaginary smell. He closed his eyes, trying to use his demon side to block it. Before he knew it, he felt his body walking towards Dante.
Come on, kid, I can't wait all night for you to- Dante's thoughts were interrupted when he felt someone spin him around and crush their lips together. Bingo. Dante instantly pulled Nero's body closer to him, feeling that he was as hard as himself. He felt the younger hunter push his tongue into his mouth and grab the back of his head with his devil bringer. After a few mere seconds of fiery kissing, Nero pulled away and panted. Dante noticed the slight red tint to the younger devil hunters eyes as they tried to catch their breath. He knew he would have to relieve the kid's tension soon or risk Nero triggering and destroying the shop.
Dante grabbed Nero's ass and lifted him so he put his legs around his waist. He pushed the younger hunter onto his desk, shoving his phone and a few random papers off it and onto the floor. The elder gasped as he felt Nero's hand force its way into his leather pants and grab his erection.
"Dante, what's happening to me?" Nero asked, his voice dark from lust and his devil side. He leaned closer to the elder hunter to lick his cheek. Dante moaned as Nero stroked his arousal roughly as if he wanted him to cum in his pants.
"I'll explain later, kid." Dante moaned before pulling his human hand out of his pants and crushing his lips to Nero's. The younger man submitted instantly to the elder devil hunter, wanting nothing more than to be fucked senseless by Dante.
Dante kissed him roughly and desperately, his devil side demanding that he take the younger hunter as his own. He untied the towel around the kid's waist. He was pleased that Nero hadn't decided to get dressed, making the task of getting him naked underneath him easier. Nero nearly tore Dante's coat off and managed to rip the hunter's shirt to get to his chest. Dante dismissed the shreds of his shirt as he pulled away from the Nero's lips, biting his neck possessively.
Nero moaned loudly as Dante ground his leather clad arousal against his ass. His groans and moans making the leather strain against the hot flesh underneath. Nero felt desperate, the small sensations of pleasure the elder hunter was giving him was too much. He needed Dante and now.
"D-dante…Fuck me…now." Nero panted, not caring if someone walked into Devil May Cry and saw them in the intimate position.
"It'll hurt if I don't prepare you, Nero…" Dante said even as he leaned over Nero, unzipping his unbearably tight pants. The younger slayer shrugged slightly before grabbing the back of Dante's head and kissing him again. Dante took that as an end of the nonexistent argument and pulled his erection free from it's prison. He hesitated then, his arousal pressed against Nero's tight entrance. A pang of guilt seemed to drown out the uncontrolled lust within the demon slayer. Did he really have to do it like this? Dante honestly felt that Nero's first time should be more romantic and more prepared.
Nero felt confused as the elder slayer paused his ministrations. He wasn't even kissing back. He pulled away from Dante's lips, frowning slightly. "Is something wrong, Dante?" Nero asked, wondering if he had done something wrong.
Dante chuckled before nuzzling the crook of Nero's neck. Why did the kid have to ask that with that adorable face? He lifted his head and kissed the kid roughly. He could always make it up to Nero later. Dante pulled away from Nero's enticing lips, flipping him over so the side of the younger hunter's face was pressed into the smooth oak of the desk.
Nero moaned, loving how dominant and rough Dante was being. He flinched as Dante slammed his erection into his ass. He felt puzzled after a few seconds, noticing that there was only a little pain. Nero forgot the strange lack of pain instantly as he felt Dante pull out before thrusting back in slowly.
Dante went slow at first even though he knew Nero's maturing would block all the pain he would receive. He wanted to let the younger male know that he wasn't trying to hurt him or do anything to take advantage of him. After a few more slow thrusts, he felt Nero start moving with him, trying to get the elder hunter to move faster.
"Dante…more." Nero begged, thrusting roughly against the other man. Dante smirked, slamming into Nero with almost all his strength. Nero threw his head back, yelling in pleasure as Dante managed to hit his prostate. The elder smirked more as he angled himself to hit that spot every time before releasing his control and slamming into the smaller form under him.
Nero gripped the desk tightly as he felt his own control slipping. He bit his lip, forcing back his devil side that was threatening to trigger. He didn't want to trigger for he feared Dante would too, the elder was already testing the limits of his entrance. His devil bringer created claw marks on the oak desk as he yelled in pleasure, releasing his devil form as Dante started stroking him.
Dante felt Nero's trigger slip, almost glad that the kid had so he would heal from the violent thrusts. He grunted as he thrust back into him, noticing that Nero's entrance was far tighter than it was before. Dante stroked the younger male harder as he stopped fighting his own devil side.
Nero screamed in a demonic voice as he felt Dante trigger inside of him, filling him more than he thought possible. He panted heavily as he felt the heat in his lower stomach grow as Dante pounded into his prostate. If Nero wasn't in so much pleasure, he would have been wondering why his body wasn't broken by Dante's inhuman trusts and why he wasn't bleeding to death as the elder's claws ran the length of his cock. After just a few more animalistic thrusts, Nero roared out Dante's name, cumming on the elder's clawed hand and desk. The desk broke under his hands as he gripped it tightly, experiencing something that could only be called pure, sinful bliss. Dante sunk his sharp teeth into Nero's shoulder, determined to mark him as he came deeply inside him.
Nero closed his eyes as he let himself detrigger, tired from the activities that happen just moments ago. Dante detriggered as well, pulling out of Nero's abused opening. He noticed that Nero had his eyes closed and felt that they both deserved to rest before this happened again. The elder devil slayer lifted Nero into his arms, carrying him to his room before setting him gently onto the bed. Dante laid down beside Nero, smiling as the kid curled up to him and rested his head on his chest. I could defiantly get used to this… The devil hunter thought as he wrapped his arms around Nero's form, holding him closer.
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