Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

The Bedroom Fight	By : AkumanoTsubasa Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 8973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Bedroom Fight
- 2-Nero's POV
- 1
- 2
Hello, readers!
� So, yeah, my
perverted mind immediately latched onto the fact that Dante and Nero fight in
what seems to be a bedroom the second time.�
This story was born of that thought.
� I have chosen to
make Nero himself, not any kind of extension of Vergil in this fic, simply
because the wonderful people at Capcom didn�t tell us a blessed thing about
where he comes from.� Some will
disagree, but I prefer to think of it as planning for the potential for future
threesomes.� *grin*
� Now for warnings: yes,
Dante and Nero are in some way related (again, Capcom doesn�t tell us
explicitly how�dang it!), so if you�re bothered by that, this is probably not
the fandom for you, given the preponderance of Dante/Vergil fics.� There is a little bit of pseudo-bondage and
shady consent.� You�ve been warned�
� Enjoy!

*

�� Dante knew
right away that something was wrong with the kid.� Terribly so.� He was so
tense he was vibrating like a plucked bowstring, and he wasn�t even remotely
interested in Dante, trying to bypass him altogether.� Of course, Dante couldn�t have that�first, he wanted Yamato back,
and the kid supposedly had it somewhere on his person.� Second, Dante just knew that if he let the
boy go now, he�d go off and get himself killed.� Or captured, which sounded like a bad thing, from what little
information Trish had been able to uncover and funnel to him.
�� The fact
that it was fun as hell to mess with the kid was just a sweet bonus.
�� Despite the
fact that he was trying to provoke him, the kid�s sudden savagery was still
startling.� Dante�s face still
remembered that devil hand well enough, thank you, so he dodged the oncoming
blow, catching the wrist.� He was
surprised by the feel of it.� Though it
had turned aside Rebellion, the skin was startlingly soft, feeling more like
very fine leather than anything else.�
The glowing blue�veins?�
Cracks?�were even softer, smooth and sleek like the inside of a woman,
and yes, he�d felt that through his gloves often enough to know.� The whole thing radiated heat, and Dante
suddenly wondered how those glowing fingers would feel wrapped around his
cock.� Hell, they even looked curiously
ribbed�bet that gave the kid�s girl all kinds of fun, if he could manage to
keep the claws out of the way.
�� On the off
chance that the boy could still be reasoned with, Dante stated his
intentions�Yamato, his brother�s sword, which was really far too dangerous to
leave floating around in the back of beyond, or even in the kid�s hands.� He was a good fighter, and obviously not
fully human, but Dante doubted he could stand up to the sheer volume of demons
that would do just about anything to get their hands on it.
�� Then the
kid Devil Triggered and everything changed.
�� No way
could a kid with only tiny scraps of demon blood enter a D.T.� A D.T. took substantial power, not to
mention conferring upon the user a great amount of power.� Yamato actually materialized in the boy�s
hand, and a ghostly shape took form behind him.� Dante immediately thought of Vergil, but his twin was dead, and
looking at it, the shape didn�t really look all that much like Nelo
Angelo.� Still�an interesting
development.
�� Dante
continued his explanation, but he knew now that he wouldn�t accept it even if
the kid surrendered to him right now.� A
fight was in order�or a fuck; Dante couldn�t deny the kid was attractive, and
his triggered power only made him more so.�
So did that temper.� Kid didn�t
like being called �kid?�� Aw, wasn�t
that too bad.� Dante deftly dodged the
kid�s furious shockwave attack, taking the opportunity to taunt him some
more�fuck, he was easy to rile up!
�� Unexpectedly,
the boy tried to make a break for it, trying to dodge around Dante and
escape.� It was obviously not cowardice
or lack of fighting spirit that drove him, and Dante fleetingly wondered what was
up with the boy and whether it had anything to do with his suddenly explosive
temper.� But mostly, he just wanted to
take his sword to the boy�either one�and teach him a lesson in respecting his
elders, maybe force him to work off a little of that self-destructive temper.
�� The fight
began, though Dante knew it wouldn�t last long, the way the boy was burning up
his stamina.� Dante could keep up this
pace all day and night, but the kid was operating on pure fury.� Poor thing was too dumb to sneak into the
enemy base, just bulling in through the front door.� Dante remembered when he�d been that crazy-stupid, and
acknowledged that sometimes circumstances forced him to do it even now.� This whole Trish going ahead and getting him
maps, blueprints, and shortcuts gig was something he�d have to keep in mind for
next time.� Pretty sweet.� Though admittedly a bit less satisfying.
�� Even
half-blind with rage, the boy still put up a better fight than most Dante had
encountered recently.� He was nimble,
strong, quick, and he had that intoxicating demonic power.� He only had the one gun, but it fired two at
a time, and pretty quickly too.� And
despite his earlier jeering, Dante was pretty interested in the sword the boy
used.� Of course, this wasn�t the simple
affair he�d borrowed from the dead in the Cathedral fight�this was much longer,
heavier, and charged up a lot higher.�
He had to hand it to these Order people�they certainly had an ingenious
weapon, and the boy was clearly a master of it.
�� Finally,
the boy charged with a flurry of furious blows, attacking not with his usual
sword, but with Yamato itself.� He
wasn�t even in D.T., so it was a little surprising.� He just pounded away on Rebellion�s edge, trying to get through
the weapon to Dante himself.� The kid
even managed to finally find an angle that tore the sword right out of Dante�s
hand and sent it flying into the air.�
He then gathered himself and lunged forward to impale Dante on Yamato�s
razor-sharp blade.� Well, he tried
anyway.� Dante skipped nimbly aside and
�helped� the kid to overbalance and trip face first into the floor.� Dante deftly plucked Rebellion out of the
air while the kid lay clutching at his sword, ass in the air, trying to regain
his feet.
�� The sight
was the final straw.� Dante was on him
before he could even get half-way up, pushing his face back down into the
carpeting and plastering himself against the long, sleek line of the kid�s
slender back.� The boy clearly froze
when he felt Dante�s erection grinding against his butt, and Dante smiled a
feral smile, stretching up to whisper in the kid�s ear.
�� Seems you
need a lesson in obedience to your elders, kid.� Now, let�s see just how much of a demon you are.�� With only that warning, he bit down on the
back of the kid�s neck, resisting the urge to cackle with glee when the boy�s
muscles froze, not in shock this time, but in an extremely useful reflex
response.� Vergil had used this against
him occasionally in the past, to force his stillness, and it was a very smug
Dante who used it to gain a measure of control over the little firebrand
beneath him.
�� Careful to
keep his teeth in place�the paralysis would end if he let go, and now wasn�t
the proper time for that�Dante reached down under the boy to unfasten his
fly.� He was amused to find the boy was
already half-hard and his light, exploratory touch caused a soft whine to
escape his throat.� Getting the belt and
pants fully open, Dante smoothly caressed the soft, hot skin waiting for him,
worrying gently at the back of the boy�s neck even as he pumped him to full
hardness.� Then he pulled on the kid�s
pants, yanking them down his thighs.� He
couldn�t get the heavy denim off without messing with his boots first, and
right now it wasn�t necessary, so Dante just returned one hand to the boy�s
rigid member while the other unfastened his own fly and freed his aching
cock.� He shifted so he could press it
firmly against the boy�s delicious butt, arching a brow at the low moan that
rose from the kid�s throat.� The
bite-lock he had on him could force stillness, but that was it�if the kid liked
it, that was all on him.
�� Okay, he
was into it.� Sweet.� Time to take a little risk.
�� He let go
of the salty-sweet flesh between his teeth, feeling the poseable rigidity of
the boy�s limbs relax, and leaned up to whisper into the delicate shell of the
boy�s ear.
�� Sorry,
kid.� Wouldn�t ya just know this�d be
the one time I don�t have anything to make it easier.�� And he was sorry.� Poor kid was not going to like him
for a while, but since this was partially about punishment for bad
behavior�well, Dante was okay with it.�
The kid was demon enough to lock up with a little bite to the neck, not
to mention that he fought demons for a living�Dante somehow doubted a little
pain would turn him off.
�� Before the
kid could get the bright idea to begin struggling again, Dante returned to the
bite, this time softly laving his tongue over the sharp vertebra between his
teeth.� Once he was sure the boy was
immobilized, Dante grabbed one smooth hip to hold the boy in place, then used
his other hand to steady his weeping cock.�
A quick, determined thrust, and he was inside.
�� The boy
wailed under him, squirming a little�the bite was only so powerful, after all,
and if he�d been free, he�d have been thrashing and fighting to get free.� The lovely heat of the kid�s insides was a
harsh temptation to Dante�s rock-hard arousal, but he forced himself to remain
still for a little while.� Causing a
little pain was okay, but he didn�t want to completely turn the boy off.� He reached around to skim his fingers under
the boy�s shirt, feeling the hardness of his abs and the silken texture of his
skin.� Reaching a little higher, he
tweaked a nipple, feeling a muted shudder run through the body beneath him.� Ah, good, the kid liked that.� Some guys didn�t go for it, but Dante was
perversely glad that this was one of them.
�� Finally,
the desperate clench of the muscles around him relaxed, leaving only the
inherent tightness.� He rather suspected
the boy was a virgin this way�kid had a girlfriend he was fairly serious about,
it seemed, so he�d really have had no opportunity to try this out.� Dante felt a fleeting bit of remorse for
taking the boy�s virginity this way, and for making him cheat on his girl, but
it didn�t last long.� For some reason,
he felt like he had to make sure the kid lived through this, and if the only
way to make sure his head was screwed on right was to fuck his brains out�
�� Shit, was
he supposed to protest?� Morally, maybe,
but hey!� Half-demon, here!
�� Dante
shifted a little, just to give the kid some warning, then began to rock
slightly.� Simultaneously, he allowed
his hand to trail down to the boy�s erection, which actually seemed to barely
have flagged at all.� Pleased, he seized
it, squeezing gently in time with his rocking.�
Beneath him, the boy sighed softly, the muscles of his ass suddenly
relaxing momentarily and allowing Dante to slide in another couple inches,
before they tightened again from the boy�s surprise at the more complete
invasion.
�� Dante
chuckled against the kid�s neck and moved from rocking to lightly thrusting,
sliding his hand over the boy�s shaft to mirror his own sensations.� The kid moaned, a deeply arousing sound to
Dante�s ears, drawing an almost involuntary harder thrust out of him.� The boy whimpered and clamped down suddenly,
and Dante worried that he�d managed to really hurt him this time.� But then the kid�s hips snapped back to his,
taking all of him in for the first time, and Dante grinned through his hold.
�� Ha ha!� Bingo!�
He had the kid now!
�� Dante
shifted the angle of his thrusts now to try and hit the same spot he had before
when he wasn�t in quite so deep.� On his
third try, the boy yowled and slammed back against him, hips working
frantically even despite the muting effect of the hold.� Obviously, the kid was into it enough that
he wasn�t thinking, or he�d realize how very tenuous Dante�s control over him
was, so Dante took another little gamble and released his hold.
�� All that
changed was everything.
�� No longer
kept mostly still by the pseudo-paralysis of the bitten pressure point, the boy
was suddenly writhing under him, pushing back against every thrust, little
cries tripping from his panting mouth.�
In response, Dante ground himself in just that little bit harder,
careful not to give the kid release just yet.�
He was going to make the boy beg for it, keep him squirming until he
submitted.� Yeah, good idea�if he
could hold out.� Dante could play the
boy like an instrument, if he wanted, only the sound was driving him fucking
nuts.� Every thrust drew a little sound
from the kid, a gasp or a pant, so he sounded like, �Ah!� Ah!�
Ah!� Ooh!� Ah!�
Ah!� Ah!� Nnh��
�� Between the
boy�s escalating cries and the furnace heat of his ass, Dante was hard-pressed
just to keep going himself.� He focused
on those delectable sounds to gauge how close the kid was and keep him hovering
there.� He was so focused he almost
missed when a new sound injected itself into the kid�s little mantra.
�� Oh, oh,
ple�ah!� Please, please, please-ssss!�
�� Straining
for his own control Dante laughed a little, biting at the boy�s ear.� �Ask and ye shall receive,� he teased and
hammered the boy�s prostate hard, hard enough to hurt if the boy were any less
desperate for it.� And the boy howled,
back arching as he threw head and butt simultaneously backwards.� His lovely chiseled back muscles stood in
sharp relief, and Dante couldn�t help but bite one shoulder hard enough to draw
blood.� The boy�s breath hitched, sounding
almost like a sob, and he went completely silent, muscles drawn tight and trembling.� Dante felt hot fluid rush into the hand he�d
almost forgotten he had on the kid�s erection.
�� Strangely,
though, despite the struggle he�d had mere moments ago to simply contain
himself, Dante no longer felt any inclination to come.� Not that he couldn�t�it would be easy to let
go�but he was suddenly that much more in control of himself, that much more
willing to hang on.
�� He pulled
himself out of the kid, soothing his soft mew of pain with a light nip at his
bitten shoulder, which seemed to make the boy relax again.� Dante pulled the boy�s boots off, then
struggled with the kid�s holsters and denim that didn�t seem to want to part
with the kid�s lightly sweating skin.� Not
that he could blame it�that ethereal shine made him want to run his hands aaalll
over those firm muscles.� Then he took a
moment to admire the boy�s naked lower half, his coattails fanned around him
like some sort of display piece, framing his delectable rear end, with its firm
cheeks and rosebud hole�still gaping a little open from the hard use, with the
faint shine of precome smeared around it.
�� All of a
sudden, Dante wasn�t so happy to wait.�
He scooped the boy up in his arms, setting him on his feet and forcing
him to face him when he gripped his chin and dove for a kiss.� It wasn�t quite the kiss to end all
kisses.� Quite.� But it was in the top ten, and for a player
like Dante, that was saying something.�
The boy�s mouth tasted like�well, like a mouth, kind of like Dante�s
often did.� Tasting of blood and grit,
gunpowder and mouth-breathing, the remains of a meal and the long-faded taste
of the gum he�d used on the run to substitute for brushing his teeth.� It shouldn�t have been arousing, but it was,
and Dante was coming to understand that he just found everything about this boy
an unbearable turn-on.� It was like
someone had taken everything he found hot and thrown it all together in the
least likely package anyone could think up�a not-quite-twenty male with a
devoted girlfriend.
�� Again,
Dante pushed aside the thought of the boy�s prior commitment to focus instead
on his burning arousal.� He yanked the
kid off his unsteady feet and pushed him against the pole of what looked like
the freestanding canopy of a bed�and how ironic was it that they were fighting,
then fucking, in a bedroom?� Very, thank
you.
�� The kid
latched onto the pole like a limpet, legs half-reflexively twining around
Dante�s, which made shoving his cock back into that abused little hole that
much easier.� The boy groaned and
shuddered, throwing his head back to thump soundly against the support, but
apparently oblivious to it.� Then they
were moving together again, Dante trailing bites and kisses over prominent
collarbones, holding the boy up with both hands on his ass.� The kid left his demon hand clutching at the
post, but looped the other around Dante�s shoulders, pulling him up for another
kiss.
�� Eventually,
the position grew tiring, and since the kid had already come once, he was
slower this time�which was nice, enjoyable, but a pain now that Dante really
wanted to come.� So he hiked the boy up
a little higher against him, smothering his protest at the cessation of
movement with a kiss, and pulled him away from the support.� The boy clutched at him, gasping as most of
his weight landed right on the cock inside him.� Dante smirked and folded his legs to set the kid on the plush
purple carpet, which really brought out both his eyes and the bruises and bites
Dante had littered over the boy�s delectable throat and shoulders.
�� The new
position freed both of their hands to go wandering, and Dante unzipped the
hoodie the boy was using as a jacket liner and shoved his undershirt up to his
armpits so he could explore that hard body, renewing his thrusts all the
while.� Kid�s shirt was never gonna be
the same again, after Dante stretched the top to get at his shoulders and the
bottom to get at his chest.� The boy,
meanwhile, unzipped Dante�s shirt the rest of the way, human fingertips rubbing
against a nipple.� Dante jerked a little
harder into him, and squirmed so he could fasten his mouth on one of the boy�s
own nipples and return the favor.� The
kid cried out, hand pulled from its wandering to clutch at Dante�s back.
�� Dante
noticed that the kid didn�t seem to want to use his right hand, so he reached
over and grabbed the appendage, feeling again the soft, almost-wet texture of
it�not something he�d really noticed when the boy managed to grab him with it
in their fight, too occupied with being slammed against the ground.� Recalling his earlier thoughts about that
hand and ribbing, Dante smirked and sat back.
�� Hey,� he
said, touching the boy�s jaw lightly to turn his face toward him.� The kid was flushed, eyes glassy and dilated
hugely, and a look akin to pain flashed across his face with every thrust�it
wasn�t, of course, just overwhelming pleasure, but it still made Dante nuzzle
his spidersilk hair comfortingly.� He
then placed the boy�s hand on his cock, deliberately wrapping the fingers
around the angry red flesh.
�� Touch
yourself,� he said, watching the boy�s eyes widen a moment later as the meaning
sank through the haze of pleasure fogging his mind.� �Touch yourself,� Dante repeated, this time punctuating the order
with a roll of his hips.� With a low
groan, the boy abruptly did just that, hips pushing back at Dante as his hand
began to move over his drooling shaft.�
The weird blue light cast an odd glow on the boy�s dark red member, and
Dante couldn�t help but stare in fascination for a few moments.� He could also feel other eyes on
them�apparently, they�d managed to attract an audience.� He hoped they were enjoying the show,
because Dante was very much enjoying putting it on.
�� Ugh,
Goddammit, move!� the boy groaned, voice between a whine and a growl, and his
hooded eyes were pleading.� Dante
smirked as he restarted his stalled rhythm, the expression growing into a grin
as the boy�s eyes shut and he arched in rapture.
�� Impatient
little punk, aren�t you?� Dante teased.�
The boy didn�t respond, far too occupied with the cock in his ass and
his own hand jerking him ever closer to completion.� Which was fine with Dante, because if the kid was so wrapped up
in things, he could lose himself too.�
And even with his senses whispering of their hidden audience, it was so
easy to get lost in the kid�he was all hard muscle and satin skin slicked by
sweat, all heat and motion and soft sounds of helpless pleasure.� The delicious friction of the boy�s clinging
insides drew Dante up closer and closer to the sinful bit of heaven he so
desired.� He only just had the presence
of mind to ensure the kid came first before he followed after.
�� His orgasm
felt like it burned him from the inside out, wringing every drop of semen from
his aching balls, and he knew he screamed.�
The kid was again silent at the peak of his passion, and when Dante
finally came back down far enough to notice, he realized that the boy was out
cold.� He felt a moment of envy�he�d had
some great sex, just now included, but never once had he come hard enough to
pass out.
�� He moved
past the unusual feeling quickly, though.�
After all, it gave him the perfect opportunity to get straightened out
with minimal fight from the kid.� So he
carefully pulled his softened member free of the boy�s slowly tightening
channel, again absently soothing the little grimace of pain that penetrated the
afterglow to bother the poor kid.� He
dug in his jacket pocket for the pocket-pack of Kleenex Trish had forced on
him, thankful for once for her occasional mother-henning.� He cleaned himself enough to tuck away and
zip his jeans back up, straightening his chaps, which had been shoved wildly
askew.
�� Then he
gently set to cleaning the kid up, hand, belly, cock, and butt.� The zipper-burns he noticed on the boy�s ass
and thighs made him smirk.� The kid had
bled a little, which was hardly surprising given his virginity, the lack of
lubrication, and how ungentle Dante had been.�
The sight of the blood inspired both renewed arousal and guilt�Dante
didn�t usually get off on actually hurting his sexual partners, but something
about this boy just begged to be used right up to the bitter edge where pain
and pleasure met.� And Dante knew the
kid hadn�t been feeling any pain at all by the end.
�� Finally,
when he deemed the kid was clean enough, Dante retrieved the boy�s discarded
jeans, holsters, and boots.� Clothing
him again, Dante felt a little like a dog burying a bone�he�d just discovered
this great treasure, and now he was hiding it away so no one else could have
it.� Fixing the boy�s collar a bit to
try and cover the bite so clearly visible against all that pale skin, Dante
wondered when he�d get a chance to dig up this particular bone again and make
use of it.� Soon, he hoped�his dick
already missed the comfortable heat of the boy�s tight body.
�� The boy
twitched a little, starting finally to come back around.� He blinked blearily up at Dante, who smirked
down at him, rather enjoying the kid�s disorientation and the fact that they
were both still breathing a little fast.�
Hell, Dante still felt a little weak in the knees; how much worse must
it be for the kid, if he�d passed out right afterward?� But the sleepy confusion on that youthful
face cleared to realization, then anger.�
Snake-quick, the boy rolled onto his belly, half-rising to launch
himself at the long-forgotten cause of their fight�Yamato, Vergil�s sword.
�� Dante,
fortunately, was more than snake-quick.�
He was inhumanly fast, so before the boy could do more than get his hand
on the weapon and think about attacking, Dante had planted his hand on the
boy�s demonic wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough to stop the
impending attack.� He pulled Rebellion
as insurance�the kid had surprised him before after all�and swung the sharp
edge down to hover dangerously close to the kid�s throat.
�� Heh, you
cooled off yet, kid?� he asked and allowed the flat of his sword to lightly
rest against the boy�s shoulder�and the bite concealed under his clothes.� The boy grit his teeth, glaring hard enough
for Dante to feel it, before turning his head aside.� His lovely pale bangs fell prettily over his features, and the
gesture looked like one of submission, which drew a badly timed but immensely
predictable response out of Dante�s nether regions.� But really, the glare caught in his mind, making it entirely
impossible for him to enjoy the momentary surrender.
�� What�s the
matter?� Why the glare?� he demanded.
�� The boy
focused on his demonic hand�or maybe on Yamato�scowling.� �You look as if you�ve just been playing me
from the beginning.�
�� Well.� That kind of hurt.� Yeah, Dante had been playing with him, a little,
but he hadn�t been playing him.�
A fine distinction, and maybe the kid was just too young and
inexperienced to appreciate it, but Dante knew it and felt he had to try to
make the boy understand it too.� So,
maybe a show of trust was in order, a little more honesty�another small
gamble.� Dante stepped off Nero�s wrist,
turning his back to pace a few steps away.�
He was both pleased and gratified that the kid didn�t even attempt to
attack him again.� Good.� Now for the honesty bit, trying to show the
boy that he was being treated like an equal�or at least an adult�and not being
dismissed as a child.
�� That sword
was used to separate our world from the demons,� he said.� His ears told him the boy was slowly
regaining his feet.� Poor thing sounded
a little stiff, and Dante tried really hard not to feel smug about it, also
trying not to get yet another hard on listening to the boy grunt as he heaved
himself to his feet.� Damned demonic
libido.
�� I can�t
have something of that kinda power floatin� around, now can I?� he continued,
turning to regard the kid.� �It�s gotta
stay in the family.�� He punctuated the
statement by jerking his thumb back to indicate himself, but the gesture was
lost on the boy, who was simply staring at Yamato�s elegant blade.
�� I need this,�
the kid said simply, fingers tightening around the hilt.� There was something dark and desperate and
bordering on hopeless in his voice when he said it.� Dante couldn�t really see the kid�s expression�he was half turned
away, with his hair shielding his face�but he could see the slight slump in his
shoulders and the side of his pale neck, the faintest edge of bruising peeking
out over his shirt.� He certainly made
for a lovely picture.
�� Dante sighed and mentally cursed his soft
heart.� �Then keep it,� he said,
shrugging.� He�d get it back from the
kid once he�d done what he needed to do.�
Besides, Dante still had Sparda to reclaim, and it didn�t really matter
what order he did it in.� At least he�d
know who to go to in order to get it back�oh, and that happened to give him the
perfect excuse to come see the boy later!�
Score!
�� The kid
looked up at him as though he was crazy, as though he couldn�t comprehend why
Dante had so readily changed his tune.�
And since the real reason would probably provoke another fight that the
kid really didn�t need, Dante needed an excuse, even a flimsy one.� �Now that you�re calm and cool,� he jerked a
thumb at the door.� �Heh.� Get going.��
The boy gave him a slightly suspicious look and tightened his grip on
Yamato�but went.� He passed by Dante
close enough for their coattails to slap together and for Dante to get a good
lungful of the boy�s scent�sweat, blood, gun smoke, dirt, musk, innocence, and
darkness all rolled into one lovely aroma.�
An aroma Dante suddenly realized he didn�t have a name for.
�� Hey!� he
called, hearing the boy�s purposeful stride stop, though the kid didn�t turn
around.� �What�s your name?�
�� Nero,� the
kid said over his shoulder.� �You�re
Dante, right?� Not a bad name�� And Nero carried on out of the room.� Dante turned to watch him go, taking in the
boy�s confident stride and faintly wishing that he wasn�t wearing the coat�it
obscured the view of his delectable ass.�
Still, he rolled the name over in his head, matching it with everything
he knew of the kid, from first seeing him from a rooftop in Fortuna, right up
through robbing him of his virginity in some of the hottest sex he�d enjoyed in
a while.
�� He
smiled.� �Neither is yours.�� The fond smile slipped from his face as a
barely-clad body interposed itself between him and Nero�s disappearing
form.� The exotic woman turned to face
him, and whoa�she really wasn�t wearing much, was she?� But Dante felt surprisingly little response
to her and knew she wasn�t what she appeared.�
The pre-battle tension that had seeped into his muscles slipped almost
immediately away.
�� He laughed,
slapping his thigh.� �Hahaha!� That regal look suits you!�
�� The woman
opened her arms, and a familiar voice that was somehow at odds with her
appearance issued forth.� �I dress to
impress.�� Trish said, tearing her
complicated disguise off in one smooth motion.�
She walked over to his side.�
�Are you sure you want to let him go?�
�� Of course
he was sure, or he wouldn�t have let him go at all.� Of course, he�d be back for his ass�er, his sword�er, yeah.� He�d be back.� �Yeah.� I figure he can
bear the burden.�� Also true; the kid
was clearly no slouch in combat, and if he wasn�t so strong as Dante, well�give
it time.
�� She paced
to his other side and put her hand on his shoulder.� �I know it�s not my business, but�this could get ugly.�
�� Well, if
the kid screws up�then I�ll just have to kick his ass!� Dante said, casually
slinging Rebellion into its sheath.
�� Trish
sighed softly.� �That wasn�t exactly
what I meant.� You do know he has
a girlfriend, right?�
�� Dante
blinked at her.� �Hey!� he
exclaimed.� �You were the one watching
us?�� Somehow, the thought of being
watched wasn�t nearly so enjoyable when it was Trish doing the watching.� Hells, he loved and respected the woman, but
her occasional mothering was annoying�he was just glad she hadn�t interrupted
them to insist he use a condom!� Geeze,
and he had to work with her.� He
groaned, and Trish blinked at him.
�� You didn�t
know?� Most of Fortuna knows about
that�apparently, the girl�s got quite a set of lungs.�
�� Dante
rolled his eyes.� �No, not that.� I know he�s taken�I just had to get him to
calm down somehow.� It�s just the
thought of you watching me have sex.�
Gah!�
�� Trish
rolled her eyes.� �You big baby.� Besides, that barely counts as sex.� You know that was only about a step from
rape, right?�
�� Suddenly
uncomfortable, Dante rolled his shoulders and glanced over at her.� �C�mon, he was diggin� it.� Damn, he even left on a good note, and that
barely happens with you and Lady.�
�� Trish
shrugged.� �I�m not your conscience,
Dante�� and thank God, because he�d have only a quarter of the fun!� ��but just remember, when this comes back to
bite you in the ass�I.� Told.� You.�
So.�
�� It was
Dante�s turn to roll his eyes.� �Yes,
Mother,� he responded facetiously, reflexively dodging her swipe at him.� �Can we go back to beating up on demons and
Order people now?�
�� Are you
sure you don�t mean �beating off on� them?� she asked a little meanly, then
sighed.� �Fine, fine, let�s go.� Since you didn�t even get Yamato back, we
had better reach Sparda quickly.��
She�Dante really didn�t want to say �flounced,� because Trish wasn�t the
sort to �flounce� anywhere.� Still, it looked
a lot like she had just flounced out of the room.� Dante shook his head and followed.� With a little luck, they could wrap this all up quickly, reclaim
his swords, destroy the mad demon of the month, and Nero�s girlfriend would be
really turned on by the thought of her boyfriend getting nailed by another
man.� If he was really lucky, maybe
she�d go for a threesome?� He�d always
liked a chick with a good set of�lungs.

*

Hi, again.
� Hope everyone
enjoyed this.� I love
Dante-the-Horn-Dog.� Yeah.� I have many other ideas for this fandom, and
some may even be tagged onto this as a series, if I feel like it.� A Dante/Nero/Kyrie threesome sounds like a
lot of fun, and so does Vergil/Dante/Nero.�
Might even happen, one day, if I can pull them off believably.
� Anyway, as always,
comments and questions are gleefully accepted!�
Please let me know what you think.�
This fandom is so ripe for sexy fun, it�s a shame it hasn�t been written
in more often.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Bedroom Fight