SHAMELESS PLUG!!!
...because goddamnit, I'm so freakin proud of this fic it's unreal! So I'm posting it here, whether you guys like it or not :p
Series: Devil May Cry
Pairing: Dante x Nero
Rating: 18+ / NC-17
Comments: I wrote this because of Alvara19 on Y! who is awesome by the way, plus a SLIGHT prompt from a convo between myself, Nik and Gainax. It's pure sex, and I was trying something different for it, and it worked!! The sex doesn't start until half way down, so you're ok reading until they kiss XD
Lazy afternoons were always Dante’s favourite. The setting sun left long shadows across the floor, while illuminating Dante’s leather-clad legs and heavy boots where they were propped up on his desk. Leaning back in his chair, the sun didn’t quite reach his face, stopping half way up his broad chest. His coat had been discarded on a nearby chair, a change from its usual position crumpled on the floor. The zipper on the shirt he wore below had been pulled part way down, giving anyone who might be looking an enticing glimpse of his well-toned body, still coated with a slight sheen of sweat from his earlier exertion. An almost empty pizza box lay by his feet, and he would have grabbed another slice, except that he couldn’t really be bothered to move and had already eaten his fill. Not that he planned on sharing the remainder with the rooms other occupant, of course.
In contrast, Nero HATED lazy afternoons. The kid was twitchy, perched on the edge of the battered old sofa not five feet away from Dante, his white hair falling annoyingly into his eyes; he was beginning to think that Vergil had had the right idea. Shifting again, he turned to watch the fleeting shadows thrown across the floor by the large ceiling fan suspended in the centre of the ‘office’. The younger man was amazed, really, that the thing was still hanging, never mind still working, judging by the state of it. But then again, everything Dante owned was in a similar state, and it all worked to a degree at least. Including the sofa he was sat on, in fact, which looked like it might fall to pieces at any moment, but was still remarkably comfortable.
A comfortable silence had filled the room, tinged by slight annoyance from the kid and only broken by their light breathing and the sound of Dante eating. They had been out hunting that morning; Dante had been given a pretty easy mission, which was reflected in the measly pay he’d gotten after they’d tracked down the creature and killed it. He hadn’t stopped complaining about it, in fact, for the whole trek back to the Devil May Cry. It hadn’t taken long for Nero to get fed up of his complaining and lash out verbally, starting an argument that neither had a hope in hell of winning, which had ended with the kid having his feelings hurt. Neither had spoken since, though the angry, upset feelings had dulled somewhat, leaving Nero feeling simply annoyed. And Dante? He didn’t care either way. He knew that the kid would come round eventually, he always did. It wasn’t their first argument and he doubted whether it would be their last, it was that sort of friendship they shared.
Dante finally reached out to deftly snag another slice of pizza between two fingers. It had gone cold long before, but it was his favourite, and he’d be damned if he was going to let it go to waste. Sliding the tip between his lips, he bit down gently, savouring the intense, meaty flavour. Nero’s eyes snapped back to the older man at the sound of chewing, and he watched intently as Dante took one bite after another, never so much as dropping a crumb. It never ceased to amaze him how he managed to eat with such finesse, particularly when the rest of his life seemed to resolve around slovenliness and clutter. It was quite fascinating to watch, really; he’d take a bite, chew for far too long, eyes lidded slightly in pleasure, before swallowing. Nero loved watching Dante swallow; that prominent Adam’s apple sliding up then down again, the slight inhale and exhale of air that followed it, then back to taking another bite. Nero had come to the conclusion long ago that he had a fixation with Dante’s throat.
His gaze never wavering, Nero pushed himself up from his position on the sofa, walking slowly over to the desk. He allowed his hips to sway slightly in the slim chance that Dante were to look up at him, but those intense blue eyes didn’t so much as glance his way. Nothing in Dante’s demeanour indicated that he’d heard the kid move at all, though Nero knew that this was as far from the truth as humanly possible; the devil hunter never missed anything, not when he lived his life so close to death, when every person, bird or plant could be a potential threat.
Reaching down with his right arm, Nero grabbed a slice of the pizza Dante so revered with much less grace than his companion. Sparkling eyes met electric blue for less than a moment before Dante was moving, Rebellion in hand, swinging the blade towards the kid. The half-hearted strike was easily blocked by his Devil Bringer, but the slice of pizza was gone from that clawed hand, flying through the air in an arc. Dante caught it with ease before flopping back in his chair, his feet returning to their usual spot on the desk. All that without even standing up, Nero thought. Bastard.
“Watch it kid. If you want some so badly learn to fight for it. Or better yet, get your own.” Dante smirked, mirth dancing in those intense blue eyes of his.
“You’ve had the whole goddamn thing! I only want one slice.” Nero replied, pouting slightly, not realising how adorable he looked at that moment.
“Hey, I gotta eat; whole morning of demon hunting makes a guy hungry you know.” The older man laughed, taking a bite of the fought-over slice, making the younger man narrow his eyes in annoyance.
“Whole morning? You were barely out there ten minutes, and I did most of the work!” He was getting more than a little annoyed at Dante’s selfish attitude; was a little recognition too much to ask? Though right now, all he wanted was that pizza.
“Same difference, kid. I told you to stay home and play with your toys, remember?” Dante mocked, waving the slice at the boy, loving the responses he was getting out of him with so little work.
“Just give me the pizza, Dante.” Nero forced through gritted teeth; he was not about to back down from their confrontation, not if it killed him.
“Come and get it.” Dante mocked, taking another bite. Alright, Nero thought, if that was what Dante wanted then that’s what he would get. A wicked idea formed in his young mind and he allowed his mouth to twist into a vicious smirk. Dante had no idea what he was letting himself in for.
Moving slowly around the desk, hips swinging slightly while slender fingers brushed against the worn and marked woodwork, Nero stood directly next to Dante. Swinging one leg over the other mans raised ones, he deposited himself gently in the demon hunter’s lap, Dante’s position on the chair ensuring that their crotches were touching. He allowed himself to relax, both arms looping themselves gently around broad shoulders, gazing alluringly through half-lidded eyes, head tilted back slightly so that his hair fell prettily over his face and his long neck was exposed to the other.
“Well now, this is certainly a welcome development.” Dante grinned, one hand finding its way up underneath Nero’s waistcoat, the other resting on the arm of the chair, slice of pizza forgotten in his grasp.
“Shut the hell up, old-timer.” Nero growled, fisting both hands in Dante’s hair and meshing their mouths together in a violent, bruising kiss. Tugging hard on the silver strands in his grasp, Nero was delighted when the man gasped softly, using it as an opportunity to thrust his tongue into the willing mouth he was dominating. Dante half moaned, half growled at the rough treatment, before trying to take control of the kiss. Nero simply pulled on that mane of hair again, grinding down into Dante’s growing erection, wrenching another moan from the man.
Dante consented then, letting the boy lead the kiss, responding in kind to the bruising force he was using. A soft ‘slap’ could be heard as the half-eaten slice of pizza fell to the floor, unheeded, freeing Dante’s left hand. The older man quickly pushed his left hand underneath Nero’s clothes to join his right one, desperately running them both over the feverish skin on the kid’s torso. Nero seemed to shiver under his touch, thrusting down slightly in what was possibly and involuntary cry for more friction.
Those wandering hands pushed lower, slipping easily beneath the waistband of Nero’s trousers, cupping his firm ass. With a feral growl into the mouth pillaging his own, Dante pulled the younger man forwards, grinding their arousals together so hard that it was almost painful. Nero ripped his mouth away, moaning loudly and tossing his head back in ecstasy, panting heavily from a lack of oxygen. His strong hands were still buried in Dante’s thick locks, using it as leverage as he began to grind himself down onto the older man, their bodies pressed flush together.
Nero could feel his orgasm approaching and knew that if he didn’t stop now he’d be too far gone to put the rest of his plan into action. Pulling away completely, he moved to stand, ignoring Dante’s growls of protest at the loss of heat and stimulation. He dodged out of the way of grasping hands, gracefully backing away from the devil hunter to stand a few feet away, legs spread, never breaking eye contact. Dante glared at the boy, moving to stand. He had barely begun to pull his legs back from their position on the desk when the kid spoke.
“Watch me, Dante.” Nero all but moaned, running one hand up his own thigh and over his straining erection, biting his lip as he did so. “Stay there and watch me.” Dante sat back again, his interest piqued; if the kid was planning to do what he thought he was going to do, then his release could wait.
The hand that had been rubbing at his swollen arousal moved upwards to pull down the zipper of his waistcoat, slowly and deliberately. He let the fabric slide down his arms, head rolling back to expose that exquisite neck again, waistcoat falling to the floor with a dull thud. The boy moved to pull at the hem of his undershirt, lifting it up over his head with ease, exposing his toned and muscular chest.
Glancing over at Dante with lust-filled eyes, Nero’s hands began to wander over the flesh of his own chest and stomach, stopping only to tease at his tender nipples. Pinching and twisting, Nero moaned, arching up into his own touch, delighting in the looks Dante was giving him. Moving on, his hands found their way to his belt, deftly undoing the metal clasp before making quick work of the button and zipper on his trousers. He felt, rather than saw, Dante’s eyes shoot downwards as he pushed the fabric down over his slim hips, pulling his hard cock free. Giving it a few slow, languid tugs, loving the way Dante licked his lips, his gaze never wavering. Dante could only smirk; no underwear. That was another thing they had in common, apparently.
Nero pushed his trousers down, stepping quickly out of them and pulling his boots off with them, but not before retrieving a small sachet from one of the pockets. Sauntering over to the remarkably clutter-free desk, the boy stared down at Dante for a moment, watching how his hands twitched, wanting to either grab his young friend or take care of the aching need in his trousers.
The younger man bent over, pressing his chest into the hard wooden top of the desk, ripping open the sachet and spreading the contained lubricant over his fingers. Reaching back, he began to play with his hole, dipping one cold, lubricated finger inside before removing it to rub around the edges. The desk was just low enough that Dante was able to get a good view of what the boy was doing to himself while still being able to watch the expressions on his face. He almost came in his pants when Nero moaned his name, thrusting another finger in to join the first, which was now wriggling within him. Those two fingers thrust in and out a few times as Nero panted up at Dante, drinking in his reactions. He searched within himself for that sweet spot he knew would be there and found it without much difficulty, arching up off the desk with a moan, his eyes slamming shut from the intense wave of pleasure that washed over him.
As much as Dante wanted to touch the boy, to fuck him into the woodwork, he remained still. He was enjoying the show, loving that Nero was doing this for him, and wanting the kid even more for doing so. He could just about see a third finger entering his young friend, scissoring and preparing himself while enjoying a good finger-fuck.
Finally Nero stood, his legs shaking slightly and his face flushed. He was panting heavily, his arousal dripping with both need and anticipation. Moving over to Dante, he fumbled with the devil hunter’s belt, lubricated fingers slipping over the cold metal, unable to find purchase. Dante took pity on the boy, deftly unfastening his own belt and trousers, pulling his hard cock out from the confines and giving it a few hard strokes for good measure. Their eyes met briefly before Nero was on him, kissing him hard and straddling his almost fully clad legs again, knees over the arms of the chair. A cold hand wrapped around his hot erection, stroking it, covering it from base to tip with more lube from the sachet. Nero pulled back from the kiss, dropping the now used and empty packet on the floor so that he had the use of both hands.
Using one hand to position Dante beneath him, the other twisted in the material of the older man’s shirt as he sank down on the pulsing length far faster than he had intended to. Pain exploded inside of the young, inexperienced man, almost making him cry out and pull away. Instead, he steeled himself against it, biting down on his bottom lip and forcing himself to remain still.
Dante could see that the kid was in pain from the look on his face, regardless of the amount of preparation, but he just couldn’t stay still. The intense heat that had engulfed him was too much too soon, and he needed to move. His hips began shallowly thrusting upwards, not so much that it added to the pain, but enough that Nero knew what he was doing. One hand lifted to hold slender hips in place, while the other chose to work at Nero’s slightly flagging erection, bringing it back to hardness and making the kid forget about the pain.
Lifting himself up until Dante was almost completely out, Nero slammed himself back down onto the demon slayer, crying out as he did and making the older man moan and toss his head back. The hand on his cock stilled momentarily, so Nero swatted it away, choosing to get himself off as he rode the other man. Dante’s eyes opened and rolled forward, his rejected hand moving to hold Nero’s other hip, helping the boy in his movements.
“Watch me, Dante.” Nero purred, his words an echo from earlier, and Dante was powerless to refuse. His eyes never left the younger man, as he rode Dante hard, panting and moaning, pleasuring himself. It was enough to drive a man insane, seeing that hand pumping that hard cock, feeling those gloriously tight walls constricting around his arousal. He knew he wouldn’t hold out for much longer, but by the looks of things neither would the boy.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Nero leaned forward, catching Dante’s throat in his teeth. He worried it slightly, running his tongue over that teasing Adam’s apple, loving the way it moved as Dante swallowed and moaned. His movements were getting more erratic as he approached climax, willing it to last just that little bit longer. He moved his mouth away, burying his head in the base of Dante’s neck, letting the older man thrust hard into his willing body.
Nero almost screamed when that thick cock in his ass managed to finally hit his prostate; the change in position when he’d leant forward had been just enough for Dante to find it. Loving the way the younger man threw his head back, eyes wide, moaning loudly, Dante changed the angle of his thrusts to ensure that he hit that sweet spot every time, making Nero twitch with pleasure. His cries of pleasure had become breathy and frequent, filling the heated room, mingling with Dante’s own.
Another three thrusts and he was there, his whole body tensing before releasing the built up pressure. Climaxing over his own hand, he screamed out Dante’s name, shaking and crying with the pleasure. Streams of hot semen splashed across Dante’s clothed chest as he continued to ride the other man, lost in his orgasm. His inner walls contracted around the hard cock they were encasing, pulling it, milking it until Dante came with a loud scream that overshadowed Nero’s own cries. Gripping the kid’s hips with a bruising force, he continued to thrust, coating Nero’s insides with his essence, painting his internal walls white.
Nero collapsed, panting, into Dante’s chest, not caring about the streams of ejaculate that would now be smeared across his belly. The demon hunter was still shallowly thrusting into him, his breathing laboured. Dante’s whole body shook with the after effects of such an intense orgasm, his mind numb from the experience. He still had enough presence of mind, though, to wrap his strong arms around the younger man.
They lay like that for the longest time, Dante not bothering to pull out, Nero not really wanting him to. Eventually, though, his cock softened to the point where it slipped out of its own accord, drawing a whimper from Nero at the loss. Curling closer, the boy pulled Dante’s head down for an awkward, chaste kiss, before lowering his face and succumbing to an exhausted slumber, both thoroughly sated.
“Fuck! Dante, that really hurts!” Nero complained, as the older man rubbed a pleasantly-scented salve into his backside. He’d awoken the next morning, very sore, and in the same position he’d fallen asleep in.
“Stop fidgeting and it’ll be over quicker.” Snapped Dante, who had been awake most of the night and was in no mood for dealing with Nero’s attitude.
“Yeah, right…sorry.” Nero replied, a little embarrassed that he’d snapped at his friend after what he’d done; Dante could have quite easily moved them both to the sofa or the bed, but he hadn’t.
“Don’t worry about it, kid.” Came the reply, as that finger slipped inside again with a fresh lot of salve, making Nero wince.
“Kid? Still? After what we just did?” He asked incredulously. Surely kids didn’t do things like that!
“You’ll always be ‘kid’ to me.” Dante’s voice was low, with a hint of fondness to it. He rubbed one hand soothingly over Nero’s back as the boy winced again.
“Bastard.” Nero replied simply, sulking slightly.
“Yeah, love you too!” Dante laughed, removing his finger and gaining a shocked look from the young man.
“Dante…what?” It wasn’t possible to put his thoughts into words, so he hoped that the devil slayer would do so for him. The other man had a habit of doing that anyway.
“I said I love you. Is that so hard to believe?” The voice to his right was a little hurt, and maybe a little hopeful, Nero couldn’t decide.
“You’re a womaniser, no offence, you’ll screw anything with tits and legs, everyone knows that! Why the hell would you love me? I’m a guy for one, and not the best looking one at that!” Nero was cut off by a kiss from his friend, which was possibly for the best as he wasn’t sure himself what he was going to say next.
“True, I like chicks, but I dig guys too. And you’re the one I want, Nero. Just you. You and your bad temper, hot body and pretty face. I may not be in love with you just yet, but I do love you.” Nero just stared up at the other man as he spoke, his mouth hanging slightly open; he hadn’t even DREAMED of this when he’d initiated their encounter. The silence between the two stretched out. Nero wasn’t sure what to say in response, and Dante seemed to have run out of steam. Sitting up, Nero sat facing the other man, wincing slightly.
“So what do you say?” Dante finally continued. “Give it a chance, kid…Nero?” He hoped that the response from the boy would be a favourable one, as opposed to a slap in the face or a sword to the gut. He could see the emotions flickering across Nero’s face, watching each tiny movement for what seemed like a lifetime. For Nero though, it was less than a second; he knew what his answer was before he had even thought about it.
“Ok…sure.” Came the quiet reply.
None of the neighbours slept that night.
And I really love this pairing now :p though Nero will never replace Vergil in my heart! He's just a comfort blanket while he's gone and an added bonus when he's here.
Series: Devil May Cry
Pairing: Dante x Nero
Rating: 18+ / NC-17
Comments: I wrote this because of Alvara19 on Y! who is awesome by the way, plus a SLIGHT prompt from a convo between myself, Nik and Gainax. It's pure sex, and I was trying something different for it, and it worked!! The sex doesn't start until half way down, so you're ok reading until they kiss XD
Lazy afternoons were always Dante’s favourite. The setting sun left long shadows across the floor, while illuminating Dante’s leather-clad legs and heavy boots where they were propped up on his desk. Leaning back in his chair, the sun didn’t quite reach his face, stopping half way up his broad chest. His coat had been discarded on a nearby chair, a change from its usual position crumpled on the floor. The zipper on the shirt he wore below had been pulled part way down, giving anyone who might be looking an enticing glimpse of his well-toned body, still coated with a slight sheen of sweat from his earlier exertion. An almost empty pizza box lay by his feet, and he would have grabbed another slice, except that he couldn’t really be bothered to move and had already eaten his fill. Not that he planned on sharing the remainder with the rooms other occupant, of course.
In contrast, Nero HATED lazy afternoons. The kid was twitchy, perched on the edge of the battered old sofa not five feet away from Dante, his white hair falling annoyingly into his eyes; he was beginning to think that Vergil had had the right idea. Shifting again, he turned to watch the fleeting shadows thrown across the floor by the large ceiling fan suspended in the centre of the ‘office’. The younger man was amazed, really, that the thing was still hanging, never mind still working, judging by the state of it. But then again, everything Dante owned was in a similar state, and it all worked to a degree at least. Including the sofa he was sat on, in fact, which looked like it might fall to pieces at any moment, but was still remarkably comfortable.
A comfortable silence had filled the room, tinged by slight annoyance from the kid and only broken by their light breathing and the sound of Dante eating. They had been out hunting that morning; Dante had been given a pretty easy mission, which was reflected in the measly pay he’d gotten after they’d tracked down the creature and killed it. He hadn’t stopped complaining about it, in fact, for the whole trek back to the Devil May Cry. It hadn’t taken long for Nero to get fed up of his complaining and lash out verbally, starting an argument that neither had a hope in hell of winning, which had ended with the kid having his feelings hurt. Neither had spoken since, though the angry, upset feelings had dulled somewhat, leaving Nero feeling simply annoyed. And Dante? He didn’t care either way. He knew that the kid would come round eventually, he always did. It wasn’t their first argument and he doubted whether it would be their last, it was that sort of friendship they shared.
Dante finally reached out to deftly snag another slice of pizza between two fingers. It had gone cold long before, but it was his favourite, and he’d be damned if he was going to let it go to waste. Sliding the tip between his lips, he bit down gently, savouring the intense, meaty flavour. Nero’s eyes snapped back to the older man at the sound of chewing, and he watched intently as Dante took one bite after another, never so much as dropping a crumb. It never ceased to amaze him how he managed to eat with such finesse, particularly when the rest of his life seemed to resolve around slovenliness and clutter. It was quite fascinating to watch, really; he’d take a bite, chew for far too long, eyes lidded slightly in pleasure, before swallowing. Nero loved watching Dante swallow; that prominent Adam’s apple sliding up then down again, the slight inhale and exhale of air that followed it, then back to taking another bite. Nero had come to the conclusion long ago that he had a fixation with Dante’s throat.
His gaze never wavering, Nero pushed himself up from his position on the sofa, walking slowly over to the desk. He allowed his hips to sway slightly in the slim chance that Dante were to look up at him, but those intense blue eyes didn’t so much as glance his way. Nothing in Dante’s demeanour indicated that he’d heard the kid move at all, though Nero knew that this was as far from the truth as humanly possible; the devil hunter never missed anything, not when he lived his life so close to death, when every person, bird or plant could be a potential threat.
Reaching down with his right arm, Nero grabbed a slice of the pizza Dante so revered with much less grace than his companion. Sparkling eyes met electric blue for less than a moment before Dante was moving, Rebellion in hand, swinging the blade towards the kid. The half-hearted strike was easily blocked by his Devil Bringer, but the slice of pizza was gone from that clawed hand, flying through the air in an arc. Dante caught it with ease before flopping back in his chair, his feet returning to their usual spot on the desk. All that without even standing up, Nero thought. Bastard.
“Watch it kid. If you want some so badly learn to fight for it. Or better yet, get your own.” Dante smirked, mirth dancing in those intense blue eyes of his.
“You’ve had the whole goddamn thing! I only want one slice.” Nero replied, pouting slightly, not realising how adorable he looked at that moment.
“Hey, I gotta eat; whole morning of demon hunting makes a guy hungry you know.” The older man laughed, taking a bite of the fought-over slice, making the younger man narrow his eyes in annoyance.
“Whole morning? You were barely out there ten minutes, and I did most of the work!” He was getting more than a little annoyed at Dante’s selfish attitude; was a little recognition too much to ask? Though right now, all he wanted was that pizza.
“Same difference, kid. I told you to stay home and play with your toys, remember?” Dante mocked, waving the slice at the boy, loving the responses he was getting out of him with so little work.
“Just give me the pizza, Dante.” Nero forced through gritted teeth; he was not about to back down from their confrontation, not if it killed him.
“Come and get it.” Dante mocked, taking another bite. Alright, Nero thought, if that was what Dante wanted then that’s what he would get. A wicked idea formed in his young mind and he allowed his mouth to twist into a vicious smirk. Dante had no idea what he was letting himself in for.
Moving slowly around the desk, hips swinging slightly while slender fingers brushed against the worn and marked woodwork, Nero stood directly next to Dante. Swinging one leg over the other mans raised ones, he deposited himself gently in the demon hunter’s lap, Dante’s position on the chair ensuring that their crotches were touching. He allowed himself to relax, both arms looping themselves gently around broad shoulders, gazing alluringly through half-lidded eyes, head tilted back slightly so that his hair fell prettily over his face and his long neck was exposed to the other.
“Well now, this is certainly a welcome development.” Dante grinned, one hand finding its way up underneath Nero’s waistcoat, the other resting on the arm of the chair, slice of pizza forgotten in his grasp.
“Shut the hell up, old-timer.” Nero growled, fisting both hands in Dante’s hair and meshing their mouths together in a violent, bruising kiss. Tugging hard on the silver strands in his grasp, Nero was delighted when the man gasped softly, using it as an opportunity to thrust his tongue into the willing mouth he was dominating. Dante half moaned, half growled at the rough treatment, before trying to take control of the kiss. Nero simply pulled on that mane of hair again, grinding down into Dante’s growing erection, wrenching another moan from the man.
Dante consented then, letting the boy lead the kiss, responding in kind to the bruising force he was using. A soft ‘slap’ could be heard as the half-eaten slice of pizza fell to the floor, unheeded, freeing Dante’s left hand. The older man quickly pushed his left hand underneath Nero’s clothes to join his right one, desperately running them both over the feverish skin on the kid’s torso. Nero seemed to shiver under his touch, thrusting down slightly in what was possibly and involuntary cry for more friction.
Those wandering hands pushed lower, slipping easily beneath the waistband of Nero’s trousers, cupping his firm ass. With a feral growl into the mouth pillaging his own, Dante pulled the younger man forwards, grinding their arousals together so hard that it was almost painful. Nero ripped his mouth away, moaning loudly and tossing his head back in ecstasy, panting heavily from a lack of oxygen. His strong hands were still buried in Dante’s thick locks, using it as leverage as he began to grind himself down onto the older man, their bodies pressed flush together.
Nero could feel his orgasm approaching and knew that if he didn’t stop now he’d be too far gone to put the rest of his plan into action. Pulling away completely, he moved to stand, ignoring Dante’s growls of protest at the loss of heat and stimulation. He dodged out of the way of grasping hands, gracefully backing away from the devil hunter to stand a few feet away, legs spread, never breaking eye contact. Dante glared at the boy, moving to stand. He had barely begun to pull his legs back from their position on the desk when the kid spoke.
“Watch me, Dante.” Nero all but moaned, running one hand up his own thigh and over his straining erection, biting his lip as he did so. “Stay there and watch me.” Dante sat back again, his interest piqued; if the kid was planning to do what he thought he was going to do, then his release could wait.
The hand that had been rubbing at his swollen arousal moved upwards to pull down the zipper of his waistcoat, slowly and deliberately. He let the fabric slide down his arms, head rolling back to expose that exquisite neck again, waistcoat falling to the floor with a dull thud. The boy moved to pull at the hem of his undershirt, lifting it up over his head with ease, exposing his toned and muscular chest.
Glancing over at Dante with lust-filled eyes, Nero’s hands began to wander over the flesh of his own chest and stomach, stopping only to tease at his tender nipples. Pinching and twisting, Nero moaned, arching up into his own touch, delighting in the looks Dante was giving him. Moving on, his hands found their way to his belt, deftly undoing the metal clasp before making quick work of the button and zipper on his trousers. He felt, rather than saw, Dante’s eyes shoot downwards as he pushed the fabric down over his slim hips, pulling his hard cock free. Giving it a few slow, languid tugs, loving the way Dante licked his lips, his gaze never wavering. Dante could only smirk; no underwear. That was another thing they had in common, apparently.
Nero pushed his trousers down, stepping quickly out of them and pulling his boots off with them, but not before retrieving a small sachet from one of the pockets. Sauntering over to the remarkably clutter-free desk, the boy stared down at Dante for a moment, watching how his hands twitched, wanting to either grab his young friend or take care of the aching need in his trousers.
The younger man bent over, pressing his chest into the hard wooden top of the desk, ripping open the sachet and spreading the contained lubricant over his fingers. Reaching back, he began to play with his hole, dipping one cold, lubricated finger inside before removing it to rub around the edges. The desk was just low enough that Dante was able to get a good view of what the boy was doing to himself while still being able to watch the expressions on his face. He almost came in his pants when Nero moaned his name, thrusting another finger in to join the first, which was now wriggling within him. Those two fingers thrust in and out a few times as Nero panted up at Dante, drinking in his reactions. He searched within himself for that sweet spot he knew would be there and found it without much difficulty, arching up off the desk with a moan, his eyes slamming shut from the intense wave of pleasure that washed over him.
As much as Dante wanted to touch the boy, to fuck him into the woodwork, he remained still. He was enjoying the show, loving that Nero was doing this for him, and wanting the kid even more for doing so. He could just about see a third finger entering his young friend, scissoring and preparing himself while enjoying a good finger-fuck.
Finally Nero stood, his legs shaking slightly and his face flushed. He was panting heavily, his arousal dripping with both need and anticipation. Moving over to Dante, he fumbled with the devil hunter’s belt, lubricated fingers slipping over the cold metal, unable to find purchase. Dante took pity on the boy, deftly unfastening his own belt and trousers, pulling his hard cock out from the confines and giving it a few hard strokes for good measure. Their eyes met briefly before Nero was on him, kissing him hard and straddling his almost fully clad legs again, knees over the arms of the chair. A cold hand wrapped around his hot erection, stroking it, covering it from base to tip with more lube from the sachet. Nero pulled back from the kiss, dropping the now used and empty packet on the floor so that he had the use of both hands.
Using one hand to position Dante beneath him, the other twisted in the material of the older man’s shirt as he sank down on the pulsing length far faster than he had intended to. Pain exploded inside of the young, inexperienced man, almost making him cry out and pull away. Instead, he steeled himself against it, biting down on his bottom lip and forcing himself to remain still.
Dante could see that the kid was in pain from the look on his face, regardless of the amount of preparation, but he just couldn’t stay still. The intense heat that had engulfed him was too much too soon, and he needed to move. His hips began shallowly thrusting upwards, not so much that it added to the pain, but enough that Nero knew what he was doing. One hand lifted to hold slender hips in place, while the other chose to work at Nero’s slightly flagging erection, bringing it back to hardness and making the kid forget about the pain.
Lifting himself up until Dante was almost completely out, Nero slammed himself back down onto the demon slayer, crying out as he did and making the older man moan and toss his head back. The hand on his cock stilled momentarily, so Nero swatted it away, choosing to get himself off as he rode the other man. Dante’s eyes opened and rolled forward, his rejected hand moving to hold Nero’s other hip, helping the boy in his movements.
“Watch me, Dante.” Nero purred, his words an echo from earlier, and Dante was powerless to refuse. His eyes never left the younger man, as he rode Dante hard, panting and moaning, pleasuring himself. It was enough to drive a man insane, seeing that hand pumping that hard cock, feeling those gloriously tight walls constricting around his arousal. He knew he wouldn’t hold out for much longer, but by the looks of things neither would the boy.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Nero leaned forward, catching Dante’s throat in his teeth. He worried it slightly, running his tongue over that teasing Adam’s apple, loving the way it moved as Dante swallowed and moaned. His movements were getting more erratic as he approached climax, willing it to last just that little bit longer. He moved his mouth away, burying his head in the base of Dante’s neck, letting the older man thrust hard into his willing body.
Nero almost screamed when that thick cock in his ass managed to finally hit his prostate; the change in position when he’d leant forward had been just enough for Dante to find it. Loving the way the younger man threw his head back, eyes wide, moaning loudly, Dante changed the angle of his thrusts to ensure that he hit that sweet spot every time, making Nero twitch with pleasure. His cries of pleasure had become breathy and frequent, filling the heated room, mingling with Dante’s own.
Another three thrusts and he was there, his whole body tensing before releasing the built up pressure. Climaxing over his own hand, he screamed out Dante’s name, shaking and crying with the pleasure. Streams of hot semen splashed across Dante’s clothed chest as he continued to ride the other man, lost in his orgasm. His inner walls contracted around the hard cock they were encasing, pulling it, milking it until Dante came with a loud scream that overshadowed Nero’s own cries. Gripping the kid’s hips with a bruising force, he continued to thrust, coating Nero’s insides with his essence, painting his internal walls white.
Nero collapsed, panting, into Dante’s chest, not caring about the streams of ejaculate that would now be smeared across his belly. The demon hunter was still shallowly thrusting into him, his breathing laboured. Dante’s whole body shook with the after effects of such an intense orgasm, his mind numb from the experience. He still had enough presence of mind, though, to wrap his strong arms around the younger man.
They lay like that for the longest time, Dante not bothering to pull out, Nero not really wanting him to. Eventually, though, his cock softened to the point where it slipped out of its own accord, drawing a whimper from Nero at the loss. Curling closer, the boy pulled Dante’s head down for an awkward, chaste kiss, before lowering his face and succumbing to an exhausted slumber, both thoroughly sated.
“Fuck! Dante, that really hurts!” Nero complained, as the older man rubbed a pleasantly-scented salve into his backside. He’d awoken the next morning, very sore, and in the same position he’d fallen asleep in.
“Stop fidgeting and it’ll be over quicker.” Snapped Dante, who had been awake most of the night and was in no mood for dealing with Nero’s attitude.
“Yeah, right…sorry.” Nero replied, a little embarrassed that he’d snapped at his friend after what he’d done; Dante could have quite easily moved them both to the sofa or the bed, but he hadn’t.
“Don’t worry about it, kid.” Came the reply, as that finger slipped inside again with a fresh lot of salve, making Nero wince.
“Kid? Still? After what we just did?” He asked incredulously. Surely kids didn’t do things like that!
“You’ll always be ‘kid’ to me.” Dante’s voice was low, with a hint of fondness to it. He rubbed one hand soothingly over Nero’s back as the boy winced again.
“Bastard.” Nero replied simply, sulking slightly.
“Yeah, love you too!” Dante laughed, removing his finger and gaining a shocked look from the young man.
“Dante…what?” It wasn’t possible to put his thoughts into words, so he hoped that the devil slayer would do so for him. The other man had a habit of doing that anyway.
“I said I love you. Is that so hard to believe?” The voice to his right was a little hurt, and maybe a little hopeful, Nero couldn’t decide.
“You’re a womaniser, no offence, you’ll screw anything with tits and legs, everyone knows that! Why the hell would you love me? I’m a guy for one, and not the best looking one at that!” Nero was cut off by a kiss from his friend, which was possibly for the best as he wasn’t sure himself what he was going to say next.
“True, I like chicks, but I dig guys too. And you’re the one I want, Nero. Just you. You and your bad temper, hot body and pretty face. I may not be in love with you just yet, but I do love you.” Nero just stared up at the other man as he spoke, his mouth hanging slightly open; he hadn’t even DREAMED of this when he’d initiated their encounter. The silence between the two stretched out. Nero wasn’t sure what to say in response, and Dante seemed to have run out of steam. Sitting up, Nero sat facing the other man, wincing slightly.
“So what do you say?” Dante finally continued. “Give it a chance, kid…Nero?” He hoped that the response from the boy would be a favourable one, as opposed to a slap in the face or a sword to the gut. He could see the emotions flickering across Nero’s face, watching each tiny movement for what seemed like a lifetime. For Nero though, it was less than a second; he knew what his answer was before he had even thought about it.
“Ok…sure.” Came the quiet reply.
None of the neighbours slept that night.
And I really love this pairing now :p though Nero will never replace Vergil in my heart! He's just a comfort blanket while he's gone and an added bonus when he's here.