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, Hurting Nero, and Hurting Dante.
I am half asleep right now so I apologize if the ending is a little stranger than usual. I was sleep writing while I wrote it. I need to stop choosing writing over sleep.
Chapter Nine: Crimson Lust
"So, Rabi thinks I'm your brother but only part of him?" Nero asked, trying to make sense of the accusation as he set his second beer onto the top of the desk. Once the elder devil hunter had calmed himself, the younger man was pulled into the office with two six packs of beer and the steaks as Dante started to repeat his conversation with Rabi and explain his bittersweet relationship with his supposedly dead brother. Nero would have rolled his eyes at the older man's worry that the rabbit was right, not doing so because of the alcohol. It was only when Dante was being serious or wanted to spill something deeply personal that they broke out beer, thinking it might ease the blow of things.
"Yeah. He even offered to...fix you so you were Vergil again." Dante sighed and tossed his fifth can onto the desk where his feet and Nero were perched, leaning down to grab another beer from beside his chair. He did not like having to open old wound about his past but it was the only way the younger man would understand why he was acting so differently. "I told him to shove it up his rabbit hole, but..."
"You miss your brother." Nero softly filled in the end of the sentence when the elder went quiet, staring at the pile of cans sitting on the top of the desk.
"I guess I do...We may have practically killed each other on more than one occasion but he was still my brother. My twin even. I always wanted a second chance, just to talk with him and see if I could do anything to stop his mad craze for power. Then Mallet island happened and I could only assume Vergil was dead after all that..." Dante took a long sip from his fresh beer before muttering under his breath. "I do miss him."
Nero picked up the cool beer, feeling the cool condensation on the ribbed skin of his devil bringer. He did not take a sip from it as he stared down at the murky brown liquid inside the aluminum. His talons scrapped across the brands image printed on the outside of the can as his grip tightened, feeling honestly confused.
"If you miss him so much, why did you pick me? You could have had your chance to talk to him and got your brother back. Why did you pick the punk who only gets in your way during missions?" The younger slayer heard the chair screech against the wood flooring, unable to look up before arms pulled him into a tight embrace. He blushed, slipping his devil bringer out from between their bodies and setting the beer back onto the oak desk.
"I could never trade you for anything, kid. He might have been my brother but...you're the one who I'm in love with."
Nero's eyes widened as he looked up at the older man, his breath escaping him and refusing to return when he saw the sincerity in Dante's eyes. He opened his mouth but it felt as though he had forgotten how to speak, the sudden confession catching him off guard. In the few months the two hunters had lived and slept with each other, neither of them had uttered a single word of affection. Nero had seen it as a way of remaining detached, in case one of them was actually killed in combat, the other would be able to continue on easily. Now that he thought about it though, it might have just been their stubbornness mixed with the lingering ordeal of Fortuna and the seemingly endless missions.
Nero moaned in surprise when Dante crushed his rough lips to his, effectively yanking him out of his thoughts and the awkward silence that had permeated the room. He closed his eyes and kissed back, his breathing increasing to a soft pant as the older hunter pulled him closer and deepened the kiss further. Nero moaned and relaxed into the embrace, a shiver running down his back when Dante forced his tongue into his mouth. The ex-order member wrapped his working arm around the elder's neck, the familiar taste of strawberries and mint sedating him as he was pushed back onto the hard oak of the desk behind him. He furrowed his brow and tried to pull back from the kiss when he suddenly cut his tongue on a long fang, the sharp taste of copper filling his mouth as Dante attempted to lick it up.
"Dante?" Nero gasped when the older demon slayer kissed down his jaw, a few rough nips creating colorful bruises under his exposed pale skin. "What are you-?" His voice stopped short when Dante ripped his navy shirt in half, leaning down to lick across his chest as hands ran down his sides and to his ass. The younger hunter threw his head back, arching off the desk in pleasure as the older man ground his hips against his. Nero peeked through his eyelashes to met Dante's eyes, tensing when he noticed that the elder's eyes held a playful yet dangerous intent like the demon who had broken his arm and inflicted many other injuries upon him.
"Sorry, kid. I wish this could be a bit more of a...romantic moment but the damn demon in my head has been screaming for me to fuck you through the floor ever since we got back. It's taking every ounce of my control not to trigger on you right now..." Dante breathed, moving to capture the soft tempting lips of his mate again as he watched small red sparks dance across his own skin. Don't trigger. Don't trigger. I can't hurt Nero anymore than I already have. Don't trigger. I'll never forgive myself if I do... He thought, almost physically fighting for control of his body as he pealed off the gauze wrapped around Nero's neck, sinking his teeth into the mate mark still embedded in the flawless skin. Damn it, kid...You taste too good. If I let myself go, I might end up eating you.
Dante moved down the young devil hunter's and traced his abs leisurely with his tongue, enjoying the soft gasp that came from tempting lips as his warm tongue connected with hot skin. The clink of Nero's holster and Blue Rose falling to the ground rang through the office as the man under him moaned lightly. He lapped at the pale skin until he was at the waistband of other man's pants, quickly unbuttoning them and ripping down the zipper. The elder yanked down the black denim, leaving the red boxers that were hugging the ex-order member's sexy hips on. Dante paused in his unclothing of the man under him when he noticed a small black 'D' sewn into the front, hovering on top of the slight bulge in the silk. Nero was starting to make it hard for him to retain the control of his body, the demon inside of him growling at the physical sign of possession. Dante felt himself smirk before moving up, licking the bleeding mate mark as he moved to the younger man's ear.
"This is the second time I've caught you. Have a fetish for stealing other peoples' boxers, kid?" Dante growled lowly into Nero's ear, carefully taking off the sling and moving the younger man's arm out of the way of his ravishing. He groaned when he felt Nero buck into his hips, grinding against his clothed erection.
"Only yours." The younger slayer breathed, smirking at the reaction he received from the elder. "I think a few demons destroyed your favorite pair in the demon world when they ripped them off me."
Dante let out a possessive growl from deep in his throat, hating the thought of anyone but himself touching the other. He saw the smirk on the younger demon hunter's face, chuckling when he realized Nero was baiting him on purpose. The older hunter leaned down and licked the bite mark on his mate's neck again, moving down again to lick a perky nipple and pinch the other roughly. He enjoyed seeing the faint flush on Nero's handsome face, more delicious and a brighter red than even the freshest strawberries. Dante found his eyes trailing over the kissed bruised lips that tasted like bittersweet chocolate and the pale skin that always smelt like the cherry scented soap the younger man used. The memory of Nero's sweet cum after a hard orgasm filled his mind when he drew a soft moan of his name from the ex-order member's lips, his hand sliding up the younger man's thigh and rubbing the red silk against his hard cock. The elder shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it when he thought how good Nero would taste if he took a bite of him. He growled at himself and pulled himself away from nipping at the young slayer's chest, noticing the demon inside of him had taken the eating joke literally.
"Maybe we should leave it here for now, kid." Dante panted, his demon side scolding him and threatening to tear his head off when he spoke the words. Nero shook his head, biting down on the older hunter's neck and moaning when the elder kept stroking him through the silk. "Really, Nero. I just wondered how good you would taste if I took a bite out of your neck. I think we should stop before I try to find out." Dante frowned, not being able to control his right hand that was still teasing the other man's arousal.
"You can't just...jump me then l-leave without making me cum, old man. That's just not fair." Nero said, gasping when Dante's hand slipped into the red boxers and started to brush lightly against the head of his erection. "If you want to know...how I taste, why don't you suck me off fir-st." Dante met the lustful azure eyes of his mate, the demon inside him loving the idea of continuing. The older man did not have the heart, or mind at the moment, to say no to the panting punk's request.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say that you want me to lose control and fuck you to death, kid. Now I know why you get into so much trouble all the time, you get some sick thrill off it, don't you?" Dante started to feel his mind go a bit fuzzy, the words spilling from his mouth not tasting like they belonged there. Shit. I need to get away from the kid while I can still move my...Fuck! I can't move my legs. Nero, get the hell away from me!
Nero moaned, knowing he should have been pissed at the remark but the elder had dropped to his knees in front of him. Sharp teeth bit onto the waistband of his boxers, pulling it back before letting the elastic go and snap against his skin. He let out a small gasp at the sharp but short spark of pain, moaning again when Dante took the waistband into his mouth and yanked the silk off of him this time, arching his ass off the cool desk top to help.
He did not notice the sudden lack of banter as a hot tongue traveled the length of his cock, the wet heat of Dante's mouth swallowing the tip of his erection and running his tongue along the length of it in his mouth, sucking roughly. Nero tangled his devil bringer into the sliver strand of hair on the top of the elder's head, shutting his eyes and letting his head fall back. He ignored the light ache from the impact with the desk as Dante took more of him inside his mouth, his tongue wiggling against the slit in the tip and making the younger man thrust his hips towards the breathtaking ministrations.
"Please, Dante...Ple-ah!" Nero felt his head hit the hard wood of the desk again, trying not to move his left arm too much as Dante started bobbing his head on his length. The younger hunter moaned loudly and bit his lip lightly when the elder growled, the vibration running through his cock and adding to the slowly tightening coil below his navel. "Dante. Fuck...more." He heard and felt Dante growl again as his speed increased as well as the suction, the faint bitter taste of precum entering the older half devil's mouth.
Damn it, Nero! Open your eyes! I'm not the one sucking you off right now! Dante practically screamed inside his head, his demon side paying no mind to him as it scrapped his fangs along the pulsing flesh of the younger man's arousal.
"Ah! Bastard, not so hard." Nero hissed as a fang nearly nicked him on a rather sensitive part of his body. He opened his eyes to glare down at the older man, shock freezing him when he saw that the ice blue of Dante's eyes had been replaced with a bloody crimson. "Dante-?" Nero let out a scream of pleasure, getting caught off guard as the elder suddenly deep throated him. His toes started to curl as the hot coil inside his groin started to burn hotter, his body apparently not caring whether it was Dante or his demonic side who's mouth was on his erection at the moment. His talons tightened their grasp in the more experience man's hair, part of him wanting to yank Dante off of him while the other wanted him to suck just a little harder so the burning sensation inside him would peak already. The latter part of him got what it desired as Dante started to bob on his length faster, the suction almost unbearably good. "Fuck! Damn it, Dan...te!"
Nero felt his breath hitch in his throat as the tight hot coil finally released, spilling his cum inside the elder hunter's mouth. He moaned softly when his lungs finally let him breath again, feeling Dante swallow every drop of his essence and run his tongue along his cock until he was clean. Dante stood up, his eyes still a burning crimson as he moved to crush his lips against the younger man's. Instead, Nero raised the fist of his demonic arm, slamming it into the side of the older man's face just hard enough to knock him out. Dante fell to the floor unconscious as the ex-order member worked on regaining his breath.
"Should have probably...done that in the first place." Nero muttered before lying back down, still recovering from his recent orgasm.