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, Hurting Dante, and A Sex Addicted Nero.

Chapter Sixteen: Official

Nero glared as much as the pleasure singing through his veins would allow him to, struggling lightly under Dante as the elder continued to rub the palm of his devil bringer with his thumb in small tantalizing yet loving circles. He was already panting lightly from just the light touch, the sensitive nerves of his devil bringer arousing him faster then he thought was possible. The young hunter shut his eyes when Dante's ice blue orbs met his, blushing deeply when the older man watched him writhe from the simple touch. Nero fought against the pleasure surging up his arm and numbing his brain, embarrassed that his erection was already throbbing between his legs when Dante had done nothing more than toy with his demonic limb. He swore silently to himself that he would kick the older man's ass as soon as his moaning body would allow him for that cocky smirk gracing the elder's sexy lips.

Dante watched as the man under him twisted his body, fighting with himself on whether to struggle against the elder or give in. The older hunter always loved how the younger man would always have such contradictory thoughts. Perhaps it was part of the reason why he loved Nero so much. No other lover that he had in the past had been as much as a spitfire in bed as they were in the battlefield.

The younger hunter turned onto his side, gripping the large red comforter tightly as if he could pull himself away from the elder's grip. He moaned and buried his face into the satin pillows when he felt Dante lean down and lick the palm of his hand slowly, shards of pleasure running up his demonic arm and forcing a few shivers down his spine. He would not admit how much he wanted the other slayer at the moment, knowing that if he resisted enough, he could force Dante's devil side to fuck him again. It felt like a game and he was determined to win this time, even if it looked like he lost. Nero moaned loudly when he felt Dante's tongue lap up his index finger, scraping his teeth on the talon before kissing the exposed ribbed skin where the red hide had been broken by the older man himself. The blue glow brightened from the soft touch, pulsing lightly as Dante flicked his tongue under the hide.

"F-Fuck..." Nero bit his lip lightly, feeling the older man move up and kiss the pale skin of his neck, his fingers still stroking the glowing blue skin softly. He gasped when he felt Dante nip at the mate mark on his neck, letting out a slightly disappointed groan when the other did not bite hard enough to renew it. "Dante."

"It must be tempting to jack off with your arm like this, huh, kid? With the way your reacting, just brushing against it feels like I'm sucking you off. Just imagine how it would feel if you touched yourself with it." Nero bit his bottom lip harder at the suggestion, honestly never thinking of doing such a thing with his demonic arm in the state it was in. He felt his toes curl as Dante ground their hips together forcefully and dug his short nails into the azure skin, hot breath hitting Nero's ear as the elder chuckled breathlessly at his reactions. "How many times have you got yourself off while we've been taking a break from sex, Nero?"

Nero blushed at the question, biting his lip hard enough to bleed when he felt the older hunter nip and lick at the sensitive spot under his left ear. Dante's free hand ran down his side, making him shiver at the light touch over the bandaged wounds on his chest. Damn, Dante could drive him crazy almost effortlessly. Nero turned his head toward the elder when he felt a small kiss on his cheek, their lips meeting roughly as the younger man clutched tighter at the soft fur of the comforter under them. He moaned loudly at the taste of the older man, parting his lips and allowing Dante's tongue access.

"Going to answer me or do I have to force it out of you, kid?" Dante smirked as he pulled away from the kiss, watching Nero gasp and pant under him. The tint of red on the ex-order member's cheeks stood out against his pale skin and fair hair, nearly matching the red fur under them. Nero's lips were wet from the small amount of blood he had drawn from them, making the elder growl softly as he licked his own lips and tasted the metallic sanguine liquid. He was so enraptured by the taste that he almost did not catch the breathy reply to his question.

"T-Twice. Just twice." Nero muttered, feeling the burning on his cheeks increase as he admitted having touched himself even while the two hunters were suppose to take a break from sex. Dante hummed at him softly, running his tongue across the faded mate mark on the younger man's neck before nipping at it again. "I only...o-only did it with my human hand though. I-It was easier to imagine that it was you when I used my left hand."

"I think you need to be punished for cheating, kid. We were suppose to take a break so you could heal and I was planning that eventually you would cave and beg me to fuck you into the nearest wall. It's not fair that you were the only one getting some form of release." Dante let his lips brush against the mate mark with every word, watching as Nero arched his neck and gave him more room so he could mark him again if he wanted to. The man under him let out a breathless laugh, making him raise an eyebrow but his soft small did not leave his lips.

"And here I th-thought...you were jacking off every time I turned my back...muffling your screams of my name." Nero gasped when the elder's free hand moved down to grope his ass lightly, knowing he was in no position to act cocky but he could not help himself.

"I think you were the one screaming my name kid. So tell me what you were thinking about." Dante nuzzled the younger hunter's neck, his demon side starting to growl at him for taking so long to tease the man under him.

Nero let go of the comforter, moving to tangle his human hand in the older hunter's silver hair. He kissed him briefly before pulling away and letting their eyes met. The ex-order member blushed, his cockiness disappearing as azure met ice blue. He turned away again, only to have Dante grab his chin and force him to gaze in his eyes while he stroked he pulsing skin of his sensitive devil bringer.

The elder moved down the inch between them, pressing his lips against the younger man's and deepening it this time when Nero parted his lips for him. Dante groaned lightly as Nero kissed him back, rubbing his tongue shyly against his even though they had kissed like this hundreds of times before. The younger man was the first to part their lips this time, smirking slightly.

"Jealous that I could have been thinking of someone else?" Nero pecked Dante's lips lightly when he heard a possessive growl rubble from the elder's throat. He moaned against the rough strawberry flavored lips and shut his eyes tightly when he felt Dante move his devil bringer between them, his demonic arm so close to his erection that he could feel the heat from it.

"Maybe a little." Dante muttered, wrapping the sensitive hand around Nero's aching cock and listening to the heated moan that followed. The younger slayer arched his back, thrusting desperately against his own hand and wishing that the other man would let go of his devil bringer so he could stroke himself.

Dante watched the lithe body pant heavily under him, dark eyelashes pressed tightly against alabaster and rose colored skin as Nero moaned softly. The younger man's lips were parted in an alluring way. His hair was disheveled so it hung over his opening royal azure eyes in a way that made the other look as if he had just finished having sex rather than just starting the act.

"Dante..." Nero's breathless voice broke into the older demon slayer's thoughts as he just realized that he had lost himself in the sight of the younger hunter's enticing form. "Stop staring and fu...fucking do something!"

The younger man licked his lips as he watched Dante's feral eyes sharpen before the elder's rough lips were on his again, sucking lightly on his bottom lip before biting it harshly. Nero's breath hitched as the hand holding his devil bringer to his cock slowly guiding him in stroking himself, making him buck into the torturous touch and moan for more. He felt Dante curl his fingers back, a second throbbing erection brushing against his before the elder wrapped his hand around both of their cocks. Dante moved his hips lightly, making Nero writhe under him from the combined pleasure of the delicious friction, his hand, and his almost painful arousal.

"Warm enough...now, kid?" Dante asked, his own breath starting to get away from him as his eyes never left Nero's constantly erotic expressions. The younger man nodded, gasping when the older hunter increased the speed of their hands.

"I-I'm fucking burn...ing!" The ex-order member moaned, letting his head fall back against the black satin pillows as he moaned loudly. He listened to Dante's replying growl, the faded mark on his neck aching for the elder to bite into it again, maybe even deeper than he had before. "Dante. Please...Please-fuck!"

Nero arched his back sharply as the more experienced hunter started stroking their erections harder, the elder's free hand moving to tease one of his pert nipples and pinch it lightly. He quickly pulled Dante into a lustful kiss again, the sensations running through him creating a burning coil below his navel already. Nero loved that however many times he and Dante fucked, the other hunter could always find a new way to make his blood boil with desire.

"Fuck, I'm in love." Dante chuckled lightly as Nero realized he had moaned out his thoughts while their lips parted, the pace of their hands increasing again and making the younger man forget his embarrassing outburst. His toes curled as the coil inside him wound tightly. Nero let go of the silver hair of the older slayer, forcing Dante's hand off his own as he quickly pumped their erections together. The elder moved his hand up higher, continuing to touch the blue skin between the red hide of the younger man's demonic arm. Soft grunts escaped Dante's lips as the younger hunter moaned, biting his lip as both of their cocks throbbed with approaching release.

"D-Damn it, Da-nte. Bite me!" Nero moaned loudly, moving his head so the side of his pallid neck was bare for his lover. Dante bent his head down, scraping his teeth over the faded mate mark before sinking his fangs into the pale skin. Nero threw his head back wantonly, his breath hitching as his human hand grabbed the back of Dante's head and pushed the fangs deeper into the mark. The younger man shut his eyes tightly, stroking their erections animalistically as blood dripped down the side of his neck. Suddenly, his back arched nearly in half. His throat seizing as his lips parted into a silent scream, not able to make a single sound even if his life depended on it as he came. His essence covered his devil bringer and both their chests thickly.

Dante pulled the younger slayer's hand off his erection, taking hold of his hard arousal and pumping himself as quickly as Nero had. His eye never left Nero's dark azure ones as he panted heavily. He growled Nero's name deeply and buried his face into the ex-order member's neck when he reached his own release, adding to the white mess dripping down Nero's abs and chest.

Both of the hunters panted heavily as they came down from their orgasms. Dante took the younger man's devil bringer into his hand as soon as he caught his breath, licking the white seed off and making Nero moan softly. The man under him sighed in relief, pulling his demonic hand away from the elder's lewd tongue, not wanting to become aroused again so quickly after his hard orgasm. Dante smiled softly as Nero finally opened his eyes, still panting lightly from the lack of oxygen.

"I love you, kid." He muttered before brushing his lips across the younger demon slayer's forehead. Nero smiled lazily, feeling sleep tug at him lightly as Dante lied down next to him. The older hunter pulled him close, spooning him and chuckling at how the young man could not keep his eyes from drooping and nearly closing.

"Love you too, old man." Nero groaned in exhaustion, snuggling into the comfortable satin pillows.

"You know, being mates is practically marriage in the demon world, kid." Dante said, nuzzling the back of Nero's neck lightly and pulling him even closer as the idea got stuck inside his mind while he stared at the renewed mate mark. Nero blushed deeply, burying his face a bit more into the soft pillow so he could hide his embarrassment at the sudden conversation.

"Y-Yeah. What about it?" He asked, his voice only slightly muffled from the pillow and the threat of falling asleep. The elder smiled softly at the blushing younger man, nervous about what he was about to ask but also never more sure of anything in his entire life.

"Do you want to make it official? In the human world, I mean." Nero felt his breath hitch in his throat, fully awake now as he pulled his face out of the pillow and glanced over his shoulder to see the seriousness of the question in Dante's eyes. He was not joking and that alone made the ex-order member's cheeks burn to an intensity he had never felt before. His heart was racing in his chest as he thought it over quickly, some part of him wondering why he would even need to pause before answering. Nero swallowed lightly not trusting his voice at the moment but after glancing at the elder's soft smile again, he knew he did not need to worry about anything anymore.

"Yeah. I do."

~The End~

Yay for the first time I've ever hinted at gay marriage in one of my stories! I am very supportive of it but I guess I never thought of Dante and Nero as the marriage type. Meh, I felt like being overly romantic at the end of this chapter so I was. ^.^