Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 48

Warnings: Language and Violence (Half-lemon)

*Author's Note: Okay, so I looked ahead of this chapter before editing, because since the whole backrub thing, I thought that there may be lemon or something in here. Sadly, I must slightly dissapoint some of you who are looking for a lemon in this chapter, because there isn't. It gets close though, very, very close.

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You waited, sitting at the edge of Dante's bed. You had agreed with the invitation of his backrub, but now you were wondering where he had gone off, too. All he needed was his hands, right? What more did he need? You sighed lightly, resting your cheek against the palm of your hand as you waited. After a few more minutes Dante entered the room, a yellow bottle in his hand.

"It took a while, but I found it," he said.

You cocked up a brow, lifting your head and gazing towards the bottle. Dante walked towards you, uncapping the plastic lid.

"Take off your shirt."

"...What?" you asked with sudden nerves.

Dante gazed up at you, his eyebrow raised as if what he had just demanded was nothing out of the ordinary. When you averted your gaze back towards the bottle, you caught a glimpse of the label, "Massaging Oil".

You shook your head in spite of yourself. "We don't need that, can't you just give me a backrub with my shirt on?" Your cheeks were a rose color by now.

Dante chuckled lightly. "We agreed with a full on backrub, that means massaging oil and all." He shook the bottle in his hand. "You can't be still uncomfortable with me, can you? Women would have been bare in front of me by now." You sent him a hard glare. "Okay, okay, how about I turn around, you take off your shirt and lay down on my bed so I don't have to see your goodies."

You sighed. "Fine..."

Dante smirked, turning around. You gazed at his back for a moment, almost expecting him to take a little peek. After a few seconds, you went for it. Lifting your shirt over your head, you neatly placed it on the mattress and laid down on your stomach. Dante turned back around, seeing you were set and ready.

"How about some music? It's too quiet in here," Dante suggested.

You said nothing, and he needn't an answer. He went for his stereo before your consult. Pressing one of the buttons, some machinical sounds were then heard, the shifting of gears and parts before a guitar rhythm began. It was at first soft, before it became aggressive and added with the beats of drums. You felt the weight of Dante on the bed and immediatly you closed your eyes as he straddled the back of your thighs. You felt his hands brush against your skin and then the clasp of your bra be unfastened.

"Dante what--"

"Relax, it's easier without the strap in the way," Dante instantly interrupted.

Rolling your eyes, you calmed a bit as you felt the oil on Dante's hands slide against your naked back. You moaned slightly, feeling him relieve all the stress away from your muscles. The feeling of his touch felt so incredible. A smile formed on your lips, feeling so relieved at that moment, listening to music of Heavy Metal in the background. The mood was just perfect. Dante smirked as he watched the reactions on your face as he massaged your back muscles. That was enough to tell him he was doing a really good job in relaxing you and feeling comfortable. Maybe, just maybe, this could go farther then just a backrub, he just needed to play his cards right.

"How are you feeling?" Dante asked, wanting to add some conversation in the room.

"So good..." you replied, in pure bliss.

"Good."

"Lower, go lower," you requested.

Dante did as he was told, rubbing against your lower back. Another moan escaped your lips, causing an arousal feeling hit Dante. It was so hard for him not to turn you over and dispose of the rest of your clothing. His urges were beginning to surface, those familiar raging hormones that seemed to control his movements at every opportunity. They were too difficult to ignore, and most of the time he gave in. Maybe he could...get his own satisfaction as well.

At the feel of his hands against your skin, you also felt the press of silk lips against your shoulder. So lost in your own desire, you did not realize Dante's sudden actions. Your eyes were still closed as his nose grazed against your neck, taking in your sweet scent. He caught your earlobe inbetween his teeth, nibbling lightly. His hands trailed against your sides, dangerously close to your breasts. As soon as you felt him suck your neck, you began to learn where his actions were steering towards. You shot your eyes open, feeling his hands curl under your stomach, and sliding upwards. No, this was moving way too fast.

"D-Dante stop--"

He immediatly silenced you with his lips, continuing the wandering of his mischevious hands. Quickly, you pushed against his chest, using your elbow by accident, forcing it hard against his torso. He pulled back suddenly, dazed while you pulled your body from under him, holding onto your unfastened bra. You pulled away from him far too much, and fell off the bed, making a loud thud. Groaning softly, you sat there, breathing heavily as you stared back towards Dante, whom kept with your steady gazed.

What did he just do? He kept asking himself that question. Why did she resist? Was the second question. A woman would have given into him by now, why did she run away like that? You were nervous, uncomfortable, not ready, he could see it in your eyes. You had this dissapointed, frightened look on your face as you concealed yourself in front of him. What was he thinking? He knew you were not like those type of girls. You were different, you were special.

"_______... Shit, I'm sorry...I...I didn't mean to..."

For once Dante was lost for words. He could not think of what to say. He had almost taken you farther then you were ready for, almost forcing you to do something you didn't want, or could bring yourself to do. Reality struck you hard. Dante was forcing himself on you, he wasn't holding himself back, no, he was letting his desires take the lead. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You couldn't think of Dante as some one like that. Frowning, you glared towards him, standing up, ripping your shirt from the mattress and stomping out of the room.

"_______, wait!" he called after you, jumping off the bed.

You turned to him, you expression holding anger, and your eyes beginning to tear. You couldn't believe him. You trusted him!

"Fuck you Dante! I can't believe you would try anything like this... I'm sleeping on the couch tonight."

Dante opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't think of a word as you walked off towards the stairs. Dante leaned his head against the wall, suddenly punching against it.

"You fucking idiot," he scowled at himself.

What the hell was wrong with him? He was so dense to even take into consideration of your own feelings. Dante turned away from the wall, running his hand through his hair.

"Dante, you fucked up big time."

It was hours before Dante decided to step out of his room. The evil scent of the oil washed away from his hands, but he still couldn't wash away his regret, his guilt. Dante hesitated before making his way down the stairs. He couldn't approach you again, but he had to. He needed to make things right again. He needed to apologize again, and again, and again, until you forgave the big dumbass he was. When he finally took the last step, he looked around the room. The television had been left on, and a loan figure laid across the couch. He strode slowly towards your sleeping figure.

Looking into your face, he could see you hadn't cried, you held it in like the strong woman you are. But he also could see the frown on your lips, indicating you weren't happy before you fell asleep. And it was all because of him.

Dante sighed, sliding his arms under your body and lifting you up with ease. He began making his way back upstairs, back towards his room.

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight," he said.

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*Author's Note: So close, but that's how she writes. Could be a possible lemon in the future, I dunno.