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A Dream Came True	By : Strangene Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry and Resident Evil and do not make money from writing this.

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- 1-A Dream Came True
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This story is kinda PWP, written only for pleasure, though it may be considered as a part of the series.
Pairing: Wesker/Dante
Rating: R (because I can not write real NC-17)
Warnings: slash, male on male (why am I writing this?)
If you don't like the idea of Dante/Wesker (Wesker/Dante), please, don't bother reading.

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...He moves gracefully across the room, then suddenly sinks down to his knees and crawls, his shoulder blades rising and moving under the skin like a cat's. A strange expression on his face, a mixture of lust and absence, a desperate look of those silvery eyes. His mind is out there. He stops at his partner’s feet and looks up.
“Mate with me. Please”.
Long fingers with sharp nails, he slowly undoes the buckle on Wesker's belt, unzips the fly of his pants and takes as much of him into his mouth as he can. His tongue is so skilled, he does something spectacular with it, and Wesker wants to ask… but no, he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to know how and where Dante learnt such things...

He woke up from his dreaming, painfully aroused and absolutely confused. Beside him, Dante murmured something in his sleep. Wesker felt his warm breath on his shoulder. Just a dream, he told to himself. Just a dream about his partner and only friend. Well, “friends" was not an exact word to describe their relationship, but Wesker could not find an appropriate term. Friends do not sleep in one bed. Friends do not bath each other after especially unpleasant missions. And, friends do not kiss and caress each other in a way far from "friendly".
“What’s up?” Dante breathed in his ear, his voice sleepy. He reached his hand out ant turned on the light. Wesker instinctively closed his eyes, as an orange beam lit the small room.
“I’m sorry to wake you up. Had a bad dream”, he muttered.
“About what?” now the half-devil was fully awake and curious. About you giving me a blowjob, Wesker replied mentally.
“Nothing in particular”, he said aloud, rolling over to his back. To Wesker’s great displeasure, Dante immediately climbed on top of him and folded his arms on the other man’s chest.
“Nothing, yeah?” he purred. “Is it nothing that made you hard?”
“Get off me”.
“I bet, the nothing had great tits”, Dante ignored his remark. “Was she blonde? Or a redhead? Or were you dreaming about that Ada chick?"
It was a great mistake to tell him about adorable Miss Wong.
“Who are you usually dreaming about?” Wesker snapped, his annoyance growing and his arousal as well. Dante’s angelic face darkened.
“I dream about hordes of demons eager for my flesh. Every night”, he said blankly and started to crawl away, but Wesker caught him, not letting go. After a short struggle, he found himself on top of Dante, pinning the half-breed to the bed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“The fact that we are partners does not mean that I must tell you everything”.
“I thought we are more than just partners".
“Maybe, you were wrong”.
“I dreamt about you”.
“What????” Dante stared at him wide-eyed. His intonation was very David Tennant performing the Tenth Doctor. Wesker smirked.
“We were about having sex”, he continued nonchalantly. “You were so persistent, I just could not resist”.
“And who was on top?” Dante stirred beneath him, causing his heart beating faster and his desire unbearable.
“Try to guess”, Wesker leant in and kissed him like he did thousand times, slowly slipping his tongue between Dante’s slightly parted lips, meeting with warm reception there. Slow and tender, like their first kiss, tongues dancing and clashing and fighting, and Dante let Wesker win.
“I promised to do it”, Wesker whispered, breaking the kiss. Dante nodded and pulled him closer again, kissing like he was drinking water in the desert. His fingers ran through the Tyrant’s short hair, tugging him deeper into the kiss. He wanted this, desired this.
"Please…” Dante purred, his hands traveling down Wesker's back, then up his sides, fingers digging pointedly into his ribs. The Tyrant’s mouth was now on his throat, nipping and licking tender vulnerable flesh. He could dig his teeth into it and rip away Dante’s larynx easily. This thought aroused him even more. Dante let out a content moan, Wesker's inquisitive yet confident hands caressed his body in ways that made him shudder with pleasure; he was starting to ache with need. He shivered when his partner covered his left nipple with his mouth and sucked it gently, massaging the right with his fingers. He could not believe that it finally happened: they were making love, so passionate, so tender, and a single tear rolled down his cheek. Dante smiled. That smile did not leave his face, when Wesker removed his boxers. He definitely noticed small scars, five on each hip, painful memory of Dante’s detention in Underworld, but did not say a word. Dante traced the fingers up Wesker's torso, and then started to stroke one of his nipples. Wesker took his breath in and started to slowly masturbate Dante's erection, which caused the half-breed to moan, squeezing down on Wesker's nipple with his fingers. Wesker groaned and bit into the flesh of Dante's shoulder deep enough to draw blood. He raised up on his elbows, interrupting his pleasant agenda, and looked at the half-breed beneath him. Dante smiled at him, inviting for further action, and whispered:
“Mate with me”.
He did not need to ask twice. The Tyrant quickly got rid of his undergarment, shifted back and lifted Dante's legs, guiding them apart. He hesitated for a moment; they had no lubricant and it was going to hurt. As if reading his mind, Dante took Wesker’s hand to his mouth, captured two fingers between his teeth, licked and sucked them sensuously.
Some part of Dante’s mind was still able to think properly, and he thought that it was his first time with someone who had no intention to humiliate him or to show his superiority, with someone he could trust and just be himself; is not it ironical that this person was a living bioweapon, the only one of its kind?
He wriggled a bit and moaned as Wesker extracted his fingers from Dante's mouth and used them to stretch out his rectum, preparing him for penetration. He continued to scissor his fingers to widen the tight ring of muscles that was gripping his fingers like a hand, wondering whether Dante really was tight like a virgin or it was another advantage of quick regeneration. Finally the half-breed relaxed enough to take him inside, and Wesker slowly withdrew his fingers, Dante letting out a displeased groan, as he did.
Ten years, Wesker thought as he thrust into Dante’s body, both of them groaning. Wesker completely buried himself into Dante's body with one last push that was bordering on vicious. Dante let out a low moan that ended with a laugh. The Tyrant allowed his lover a few seconds to grow accustomed to him before slowly drawing back to thrust again, this time harder, deeper. The crushing grip around his cock was sending his senses into La La land; Dante’s hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh, leaving bleeding marks that healed immediately. Ten years, he thought as his hands slid down the half-breed's body to hold him by his hips, moving him into position to start making long, hard thrusts into the clenching heat. A low “yeah, like that” meant that he got the right angle.
The silence cloaked them, disturbed only with slaps of flesh on flesh, Wesker's gasps and Dante’s soft moans, escaping his throat in time with thrusts. The time stood still in the room where two lonely souls finally found each other and became one whole, and this encounter was a desirable reward for years of solitude. Isn’t it strange that two different male specimens turned out to be perfect mates? Their union was predestined. All they had to do was only to seal it in the act of love.
Heated desire was overtaking Wesker, and he began to thrust more fervidly, feeling Dante respond and buck beneath him. He tried to hold off his ejaculation for as long as he could, wanting sex with Dante to last and last. Dante’s hand rose to trace the contours of his face. He mouthed a silent “I love you”, and Wesker felt the tightness of orgasm start to build within him, and he kissed up Dante’s neck and whispered his name in slightly pointed ear. That brought Dante over the edge, and he came with only an escaping of breath passing from between his lips.
The forceful constriction of muscles around his cock was enough to make Wesker follow suit. He arched his back and growled, releasing his load deep inside his lover, coating his inner walls with semen. They panted together, riding the downside of their orgasms, Dante's arms wrapped around Wesker’s shoulders as a powerful wave rushed through his body.
They stayed like this for a few seconds, and then Wesker slowly pulled out of Dante and collapsed on the bed next to him, thoroughly spent. The thought that it was his first sex after a decade of forced continence made him let out a content sigh. He did not care what was that, lust or love, though the latter seemed more likely.
Dante stared into the ceiling, a serene look on his face. He felt a bit sore, but comparing to his previous experience that was even pleasant. For a long while they didn't speak, just laid silently together, basking in the afterglow.
“Pass me the cigarettes”, Dante asked in a hoarse voice.
“Don’t smoke in bed”, Wesker muttered peevishly, his voice muffled, because he buried his face in the pillow.
“Care for my health?” the half-breed chuckled.
“The bedclothes will reek of tobacco".
Dante reached out and slapped his ass. “I’m going to take a shower”, he announced, sitting up, and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “Wanna join?”
“Later”, Wesker stretched himself with pleasure. Dante shrugged and walked, a bit shaky, to the door.
The half-breed was sitting in the tub, hot water pouring down on his back and shoulders. He washed himself quickly and now was thinking through the whole situation. What happened did not confused or scared him. Moreover, it was quite natural in his eyes.
He waited for Wesker to join and watched the Tyrant shower, feeling strange contentment. He liked this man, and it was obviously mutual, so their newly established relationship was something expectable. The fact that they were of the same sex never bother Dante. Period.
When they returned to the room, there were two mugs of hot coffee and a plate of sandwiches awaiting them on the bedside table.
“Early breakfast?”
“Why not?”
Outside it started to lighten, the sun was rising over horizon. The day promised to be fine.
In a small room on the second floor of an old house with a neon signboard “Devil May Cry” it smelled like happiness.
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