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Inevitable	By : itchytasty Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 2837 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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-Inevitable-
itchytasty

A/N: A word of warning. I started this fic years ago, I posted it here and was quite proud of it, however at some point my account was deleted for reasons unknown to myself (possibly lack of activity?) Years later I am making a foray back into the DMC fandom, fanficition and most importantly writing. I have not yet read this chapter through since I wrote it originally. I beg you to forgive any foolish notions my 18 year old self had; at a later date I plan to go through and edit out the more cringe-worthy parts, but to get the ball rolling here is the first chapter. I have at least 8 to post and I plan to actually finish this fic (a PWP which ended up with a semi-substantial plot even if it reads like a soap-opera) provided there is anyone left to read it. Anyway reviews, critique and comments are always welcome!

Chapter I:
He supposed it could have been called love at first sight. It had been more or less really, as soon as he had crossed blades with the mysterious man in red. The blood smeared across his chiselled features gave him a sinister expression and Dante would have laughed if Nero told him that in hindsight he found the blood to be a turn on. Nero supposed it was his newly awakened demonic side reacting to something so carnal and visceral. He noticed it now as he watched the older man fight with a power so fierce it was like staring into the eye of a storm. Despite that raw strength Nero knew Dante held a surprising amount of grace; he’d seen it when he fought him. The way he dived out of the way and bounced off walls with the skill of an acrobat… the son of Sparda was most certainly an interesting creature. Nero could barely draw his eyes away from the sculpted muscles; Dante’s tight leather outfit hid nothing from wandering eyes. Nero was certain that the older man wanted to be ogled as he went about his business…
“Hey kid heads up!”
            Nero’s head snapped round a second too late and a chunk of rock the size of his clenched fist slammed into his forehead.
            Dante rolled his eyes as Nero collapsed like a sack of grain. Nero was one of the better demon hunters Dante had come up against – Lady would gut him if he admitted Nero was the best – but the kid seemed to have a minor problem with keeping his head. He ran into situations far too fast ignoring his instincts even after six long months of possessing demonic power. He also seemed to have a severe problem with concentration. Well, he was concentrating… just not on the demons…
            He threw Rebellion out like a boomerang with ease, had already turned his back on the demon he’d been fighting, hearing a satisfying thunk as it fell to the concrete. He caught the sword a second later and replaced it on his back. He reached Nero and nudged the kid in the side with his booted foot. The boy was out cold – unsurprising really, he wasn’t superman after all, no matter how much he thought he was.
            Sighing Dante heaved Nero up and positioned the boy’s weight over his broad shoulder. He smirked at the idea of Nero waking up in such a position with Dante’s hand on his ass – to keep him from slipping of course. Luckily for Nero – and Dante too as he didn’t doubt the boy would be angry with him for some unknown reason – he made it back to Devil May Cry without so much as a peep from the kid. It worried him slightly as he dumped Nero on the sofa, seeing the blood still gushing profusely from the wound. He knew Nero wasn’t as demonic as he was, but heck a human could probably heal better than this.
            Dante decided he needed to get to the route of the problem and after wiping some of the blood from Nero’s face he got to work. He easily removed Nero’s jacket, holsters and belts came with it and frowned at the crimson stain leaking through Nero’s vest just above and to the left of his heart. Well that was more than likely the source of the problem and it required immediate attention. Dante didn’t hesitate – it wasn’t like he was doing this for his own benefit of anything – in stripping the kid of his vest and under-shirt until the pearly skin of his chest came into view.
            Now he could clearly see the misleadingly small bite mart which had punctured Nero’s flesh. The blood had a dark tinge to it and Dante could put two and two together in a flash. Poison. Nero – the idiot that he was – had let something infect him whilst he was too preoccupied to notice. It figured really… he thought he’d seen the kid take a hit. The demons they’d been hunting had a nasty habit of spraying out a barrage of infected thorns. Nero, in his ignorance, had probably just plucked the thorn from the wound not even registering that the slight ache was still there. That was really the mastery behind the minimal attack. The poison got to work without its victim knowing and then when they received a severe blow it made them far less likely to recover.
            “You’re an idiot you know that,” Dante hissed to Nero’s unconscious form running a hand through his hair. Only one thing for it then…
            He slipped off his own jacket first – it was bloodstained and getting in the way on the small couch, that was all – and leaned down over Nero’s chest, holding himself above the boy with one hand the other pulling the flesh around the wound taught. He had the stupid urge to wake the boy up in a rather rude manner - see how hard he had to pinch the kid’s rosy nipple before he woke up – but decided against it before instinct could take control. For one Nero would kill him – or at least try to – then finally this was the only way to remove the poison and Nero would never consent to it if he was awake.
            So Dante continued with his task in a professional manner, pulling the skin and leaning down to suck gently on the wound. Viscid blood stained his lips and spilled onto his tongue. It awakened something carnal inside of him, the position he was in, straddling the supine form didn’t help either.
            He had to remember not to swallow. As soon as the copper faded to a far more sickly taste he pulled himself away, with more difficulty than he would have liked, and spat the blood onto the floor. Not the most cleanly thing to do, he’d worry about that later. He took a breath then went back to his task, running his tongue across the wound, sucking more blood into his mouth. He was about to raise his head and spit again when the chest beneath him arched into his mouth. Nero gasped and hands knotted themselves in Dante’s hair keeping him pinned against the flesh beneath his lips.
            It took Nero a second to take everything in, staring at the ceiling and the familiar fan swinging round above his head.
            “Dante?” Nero hissed, sucked in a breath then realized that the demon hunter had been… licking his chest? “What in hell do you think you’re doing?”
            “Mmmff,” Dante’s reply was halted by the blood in his mouth and the skin pressed against his lips. Nero finally had the sense to let go of the man’s hair. Dante pulled himself away, spat on the floor with a disgusted look on his face.
            “Ugh geez that stuff is fowl, what were you trying to do suffocate me?” Dante growled, sitting back and surveying the kid’s shocked expression. It quickly turned to one of anger as he watched.
            “What was I trying to do?!” Nero said in an uncharacteristic screech. “You’re the one on top of me!”
            “Hey calm down,” Dante warned, but he could see it was getting him no where. Nero’s Devil Bringer had gone haywire, his anger fueling his demonic side and the blue light flaring to an intensity which would have burned Dante’s eyes if he looked at it full on. He was prepared for the punch and ducked out of the way, grabbing the Devil Bringer and Nero’s human arm on the rebound, pinning his wrists against the arm of the sofa. “Easy kid I’m not trying to rape you alright?”
            Nero’s face coloured a bright pink and he turned away a little feeling his bare back and arms pressed hard into the cool leather couch beneath him. Dante was straddling his hips, leaning right over him in order to keep his weight on the boy’s arms. His jacket had been discarded at some point, now he only wore a tight black shirt which clung to the man’s muscled chest and shoulders like a second skin. Nero’s eyes widened as he saw the blood which stained the man’s lips and painted the very tips of his snow white hair. A dribble of the bright liquid ran from the corner of Dante’s mouth, across the ridge of his angular chin and slipped down the pale column of his throat. Nero had the sudden stupid urge to lean up and lick the blood away, trail his tongue up Dante’s neck, over the prominent adam’s apple and then lick it from the bow of his full lips. Thankfully for Nero, Dante had a good grip on his arms and stopped him from doing anything he might regret later.
            “Did you bite me?” Nero asked incredulously trying to pull out of Dante’s grasp, craning his head to get a look at the wound on his chest.
            “No,” Dante grinned down on the boy below him. Nero looked oh so vulnerable there, twisting in his inhuman grip, his muscles tensing and straining beneath his flesh as he tried to free himself. “You were poisoned, I did what any friend would do and tried to suck it out and this is the thanks I get.”
            Nero glared at Dante disbelievingly. “Let me go then, I can look after myself fine.”
            “Yeah, sure,” Dante nodded, rolled his eyes. “That thing would have killed you if I wasn’t there.”
            It’s your fault I was distracted in the first place. Nero scowled, defeated and stared up into the demon hunter’s face. It was a hard task; Dante’s eyes were bright and captivating, they held something just beneath the surface, some overwhelming power which Nero could never hope to understand.
            “Nothing to say?” Dante asked feigning surprise. “No angry retorts? Maybe it’s because you know the only reason that thing managed to get the better of you was because you seem to have developed a fixation with my ass.”
            “I… what?” Nero’s expression went blank, then the blush rose higher in his cheeks, darkened a shade. “I wasn’t-”
            “Ah it’s okay kid, I’m perfectly happy with guy’s who swing that way, shame on poor Kyrie though, turning people gay does very little for a girl’s self-esteem,” Dante joked, loving the rage he could feel boiling inside the body pinned below him, the sudden surge of power as the Devil Bringer flared a bright blue.
            “I’m not gay!” Nero protested, writhing to get free, bucking his hips and kicking, his arms were still pinned, even with the strength of the devil bringer over-powering Dante proved to be impossible. Dante gritted his teeth and steeled himself, he didn’t want to take advantage of Nero, or his helplessness – the poison would make him weaker for a while – but with the boy’s body squirming under him, his hips rolling beneath Dante’s it was getting hard to suppress his instincts.
            “Well then,” Dante leaned in a little closer grinning at Nero’s startled expression. “Does this make you feel uncomfortable?” He asked in a husky whisper.
            Nero forced his face into impassiveness, tilted his head away from Dante refusing to look at him. Dante’s heavy breathing grazed the skin of his neck; he tried to suppress the shudder running down his spine answered nonchalantly; “Why would it?”
            Dante’s lips pulled into a wolfish grin, he leaned in even closer until his lips hovered centimeters away from Nero’s until he could hear the boy’s pulse pounding in his veins. “How about now?” he whispered into Nero’s mouth, watching as the kid’s eyes slid shut waiting for Dante’s soft lips to close over his own.
            Dante lingered there for a second, staring at Nero through half lidded eyes. His full lips parted slightly, breathing shallow, head tilted back in submission, his long lashes closed against pale skin. Dante could close the distance quite easily; Nero wasn’t going to push him away, at least not for the moment maybe he’d kill him for it later, but Dante knew he wanted this. The little pervert had the audacity to say he wasn’t gay when Dante knew the kid had been mentally undressing him nearly the whole time they’d been out on the hunt. He saw how Nero watched him in the office too when Dante was relaxing at his desk or draped across the sofa. Nero had only been here three days of his weeks’ trip and Dante had caught the boy checking him out far too many times to keep count of. In fact if Dante didn’t ask for the attention he’d feel abused.
            Instead of leaning forwards to capture those lips he let his own quirk into a grin and pulled away, finally letting go of Nero’s arms and sitting back. “Well I’d say that was pretty conclusive evidence.”
            Nero’s eyes snapped open and widened at the sound of the sudden movement and then the man’s voice. Dante winked and began to rise from the sofa when Nero caught his wrist with the Devil Bringer.
            “What?” Nero was staring at him with a mixture of confusion and humiliation. “You… you tricked me…”
            “Hey you’re not gay right so there’s no harm done,” Dante teased earning a growl from the boy below him as Nero’s grip on his wrist tightened. “Look, kid if there’s something you-”
            Dante’s words were cut off as Nero dragged him down onto the couch with a hard tug. The older man fell on top of Nero and the boy tangled his clawed hand in Dante’s hair yanking on the silver tresses and crushing Dante’s lips to his. Dante couldn’t help the smile creeping across his lips as Nero attempted to dominate his mouth, tongue sparring with its partner as their lips melded together. He’d never have expected Nero to be so forceful; he’d quite expected him to drop the conversation with his own humiliation. Storm out in a huff, have a drink somewhere and come back in an even fouler mood. This was quite the welcome development. He relented eventually and let Nero take control of the kiss, exploring the older man’s mouth with his persistent tongue. Dante wanted to see how far the boy would go under his own steam.
            Nero’s free hand snaked around the man on top of him, found its way under the tight shirt and traced the line of Dante’s spine with his fingernails. This earned a growl and a moan from the man above him as Dante’s back arched away from the electric sensation now coursing up his spine. The movement forced their bodies closer, making it impossible to hide their growing arousal.
            Nero moaned into Dante’s mouth as the older man ground his hips against his, the hand on his back moving lower to grip Dante’s ass and press the man’s body ever closer to his own.
            When they finally broke for air both were panting, the blood on Dante’s mouth had smeared across Nero’s lips, his cheeks were pink from exertion and his eyes were half lidded with lust. Dante couldn’t help himself from taking over, leaning in to run a trail of kisses down the pale column of Nero’s throat, nipping at the join of his neck and shoulder until a bruise flowered under his mouth. It would heal sooner than Dante would have liked. He carried on his downward journey, trailing saliva across Nero’s chest, stopping to suck a pert nipple into his mouth. Nero growled and tried to catch Dante’s hair again, but the older man quickly slipped away, heading downwards, dipping his tongue into Nero’s navel before finally pulling back to survey his victim. Nero was watching him closely through lowered eyelids, quivering with anticipation.
            Dante grinned and popped the button on the boy’s trousers with ease, pulling the zip down slowly and teasingly freeing Nero’s straining erection from the confines of his pants. The boy obviously didn’t feel the need for underwear – that was something he and Dante had in common. Dante wrapped a gloved hand around the boy’s arousal, gave him a few firm strokes, slicking Nero’s cock with precum and watching as the kid bit his lip, threw his head back and writhed on the leather couch. It was beautiful, he was beautiful and the small whimpers and moans the boy was making were music to his ears. Dante hauled himself up a second to slide the boy’s trousers from his slim hips before he could make any complaints. Nero’s boots came off and left him naked on the couch.
            Nero shivered, but remained still waiting for what was to come. Dante smiled at the expectant and somewhat worried expression. He slid down the couch and spread Nero’s legs until he could settle comfortably – something which was hard on the small couch – between them. He trailed his fingers down Nero’s quaking chest, stroked gently, teasingly up the boy’s straining length.
            “If you’re not gay then I suppose this reaction is for some completely unrelated reason?” Dante grinned quirking an eyebrow.
            Nero growled a hollow “shut up.” He was too far gone to care about the other man’s teasing.
            “I guess Kyrie’s too proper to do this for you huh?” Dante asked wondering how far he could push the boy. “That’s the thing about women, they never do understand…”
            “Just get on with it,” Nero ground out, pulling himself onto his elbows and grabbing Dante’s hair with the Devil Bringer.
            Dante hissed as the boy yanked on his white tresses. “Feisty aren’t we?”
            Nero simply pulled harder and Dante relented, running a teasing lick up the pulsing vein on the underside of Nero’s cock eyes fixed on the boy’s face for his reaction. A sigh burst from Nero’s lips as Dante reached the head, let his tongue circle the dripping crown and finally took Nero’s length into his mouth. He worked his way slowly down to the base, relaxing his muscles and taking the boy in to the back of his throat.
            “Oh god,” Nero moaned low in his throat, his face flushed, hands tightening in Dante’s hair as he rested against the arm of the sofa. He was too lost to wonder how Dante knew how to do this so well. All he knew was the warmth of the cavern of the man’s mouth, and the probing tongue which was slowly driving him mad. His head fell back, eyes closed and his lips parted with shallow breaths as Dante massaged his cock with his tongue.
            Dante rolled his tongue over Nero’s shaft, bobbing his head back down until Nero hit the back of his throat. The kid wasn’t exactly small and Dante had to check his own reactions when his gag reflex tried to kick in, throat constricting around the head of the boy’s cock. He chuckled as a helpless whimper slipped past Nero’s lips, the vibrations traveling right to the boy’s straining lenght.
            “Dante…” Nero was tugging on Dante’s hair, the feeling was intoxicating, he didn’t know whether he wanted the man to stop or continue, but he could feel himself reaching his peak far too fast and he didn’t want it to end so soon.
            “Dante…” Nero hissed again his hips bucking into Dante’s mouth until the older man rested his hands on Nero’s slim hips to stop him from choking him. “I-I I want-” Nero’s voice broke off into a loud, desperate moan as Dante’s skilled mouth traveled back up his cock, tongue swirling around the head before dipping into the weeping slit. Nero yanked violently on his hair, back arching as he suppressed the urge to come. Not yet, he didn’t want it to end yet.
            Dante noticed the kid’s desperation and pinched his fore-finger and thumb around the base of the boy’s cock pulling away and letting Nero’s precum dribble across his lips. He slid back up until his head was level with Nero’s.
            “You want a taste?” He hissed kissing the boy violently, letting the cum on his lips taint Nero’s tongue and then bit into his lips until blood filled their mouths. Nero let his eyes slide closed, lost in the delirium as he slowly fell back from the brink of his oncoming orgasm. He was submissive this time as the man’s wicked tongue explored the cavern of his mouth.
            When Dante finally pulled away he stared into the boy’s eyes, pupils impossibly huge with unfulfilled lust. He looked beautiful like that, so vulnerable and supine; a trail of saliva and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he gasped for air, waiting, begging for his release.
            The devil hunter felt his pants now painfully tight around the throbbing erection tenting the tough leather; he rubbed his clothed erection against Nero’s thigh eyes rolling a little as he pulled his gloves off with his teeth. He tossed the garments aside, saw the kid’s eyes widen slightly at the contact and let the thrusts into the boy’s hip still.
            Dante trailed a finger down the boy’s chest, circled an erect nipple. “What do you want?”
            Nero didn’t reply, he didn’t think he could force his vocal chords to work. The older man’s hand slid back up his chest, over tense muscles, his quaking Adam’s apple. He cupped the boy’s chin with his hand, brushed the pad of his thumb across the slightly parted lips before pressing it inside the boy’s mouth. Nero’s immediate reaction was to suck the digit into his mouth greedily accepting a pair of finger when they replaced his thumb. Dante smiled wickedly pushing one of the kid’s legs up, draping it over his broad shoulder. He let Nero suck on his fingers a moment longer before letting his hand drop down, past the boy’s straining erection and lower.
            When Dante’s moist digits pressed against the puckered hole Nero yelped and nearly pulled away from the sensation as Dante circled the tight ring of muscle testing the tense opening.
            “Relax,” the older man cooed knowing that even with preparation this would be difficult. “This will feel good in no time.”
            Dante waited, teasing the boy’s opening until Nero relaxed back into the sofa a little, distracted by the new sensation. It wasn’t completely unpleasant, it sent shivers up his spine and he felt his legs moving apart of their own accord – at least the one which wasn’t slung over Dante’s shoulder.
            When Dante finally felt Nero was ready he slipped a fine boned finger inside his tight ass. The boy gasped and tensed up immediately, hand shooting down to catch Dante’s wrist before he could push inside any further. He let out a strangled sound eyes now completely clear and staring into Dante’s with a mixture of horror and apprehension.
            “No,” he tried to sound firm, it sounded like begging instead.
            “It’s alright,” Dante tried for a reassuring smile, he’s dealt with plenty of panicky virgins in his time, he hadn’t quite expected it from Nero. He knew the kid wasn’t scared it was more likely that he had finally realized what was happening and the seriousness of the situation. Dante was pretty certain Nero was a masochist anyway, he knew the kid had a thing about blood, he’d caught him contemplating both Dante’s and his own wounds one too many times. “Come on kid there’s no use fighting it.”
            “Don’t call me that,” Nero ground out his grip on Dante’s wrist tightening. “How can you call me that when you’re doing… this to me.”
            “I know it winds you up,” Dante’s smile turned devious, his eyes flashing. “And you’re cute when you’re mad.”
            Nero growled and shuddered as Dante’s wrist twisted slightly despite the hold he had on it. His previous arousal was sliding away; Dante’s finger in his ass hurt more than he wanted to admit. His eyes traveled down to the bulge in the older man’s pants and he couldn’t help the way his breath caught in his throat. He didn’t know how he’d gotten himself into this position in the first place doing exactly what Dante wanted him to. It all felt so wrong and so desperately good at the same time.
            “Trust me,” Dante said and his voice sounded genuine. So genuine that Nero let his eyes slide shut and slowed his breathing, forcing himself to relax his hand sliding from the older man’s wrist. He waited for Dante to continue and when he didn’t Nero cracked an eye open in annoyance.
            “What are you waiting for?” Nero asked crossly. When he finally backed down and let Dante have his way, when he was finally waiting for it nothing happened. He knew Dante wanted to hear him ask for it, if the older man had his way Nero had no doubt that he’d be begging like a whore. Of course he was above that… and he hadn’t been begging before either, vocally or suggestively, he was still in control. “Dante what-ah-ah!”
            That mouth had closed around his shaft again, hot and wet and Nero arched into it moaning incoherently. He barely noticed as that finger worked inside him again, it didn’t even hurt when a second slid inside the tight entrance, probing and stretching. His fingers pushed in up to the third knuckle, curled inside the tight heat searching for something…
            “Oh god,” Nero mouthed unable to form words as he writhed on the couch. His hips slammed down on the invading digits caught between the double stimulation of those probing fingers and Dante’s wicked mouth. The elder man continued to stimulate the bundle of nerves inside him mercilessly until Nero was gasping for air moaning his name.
            Nero couldn’t force himself to find coherent thought. His ass clenched around the fingers inside him, but it wasn’t enough, he wanted needed something bigger… “Dante… please…”
            Dante slid up Nero’s cock with a long slow lick, pulled away and watched the boy through half lidded eyes. “What do you want?”
            “I want,” Nero gasped, wrapped his clawed hand in Dante’s hair, pulled him down for a brutal kiss. His other hand slid between their two bodies, clawing at the button and zipper of Dante’s pants until he nearly ripped the clothes in his haste. Nero yanked Dante’s head away sharply, licked at his lips and wrapped his free leg around Dante’s waist. “I need… you inside me now.”
           Dante grinned, more than happy to oblige, pushing Nero’s hand away to finish the job of unbuttoning his pants. Nero slung his free hand across the elder man’s back, pushing the tight black shirt up and running his hands under the material feeling the rippling muscles as they tensed and flexed beneath glistening flesh. Dante growled as he pulled his hard erection free of his pants, giving it a few hard tugs for good measure.
            He leaned down to capture the boy’s lips in a comforting kiss, the head of his cock pressing against Nero’s tight asshole. He paused a second resisting the urge to slam into the willing body below him then slowly pushed the head of his arousal past the tight ring of muscle. Despite the preparation it still hurt, Nero tensed up as the pulsing length invaded him, cried into the kiss eyes screwing tight shut. His hands clawed at Dante’s back, pulled painfully at his pale tresses. Dante tried to comfort the boy with slow kisses and caresses. He’d been with enough panicky virgins to know how to look after them, but Nero was different, Nero wasn’t supposed to shake and scream, clinging onto Dante with such desperation.
            Finally buried to the hilt inside the boy Dante groaned low in his throat, allowing Nero a moment to adjust to his size. He couldn’t hold himself for long though, with the tight walls clenching around his cock and the wanton body writhing beneath him. Nero tore his mouth away to gasp for breath as Dante pulled out slowly then slammed back in a little harder than he intended. The boy had to bite his lip to stop himself from screaming, he was too big, Dante was far too big, but a pleasurable pain was seeping into his every nerve.
            The next thrust sent electricity coursing up his spine and Nero felt his flagging erection harden again. Dante drew out all the way, slammed back in. This time the sharp entry was met with a sudden thrust of Nero’s pelvis as his body arched to swallow the cock deeper inside him growling at the rough pace. Dante moaned into the clammy skin of Nero’s neck his balls slapping against Nero’s ass as he thrust into the tight hole.
            “Aah god Dante!” Nero screamed as the head of Dante’s swollen cock found that spot inside him. Dante adjusted the angle of his thrusts to ensure he hit that sweet spot every time pounding into it with full force. Nero threw his head back, eyes wide moaning breathless cries into the room.
            Dante gripped the boy’s hips firmly with both hands, pulled his ass further into his lap growling as he impaled the boy on his thick cock. He wasn’t going to last much longer, not with the tight walls of muscle twitching around his member and the sweet sounds the kid was making below him. Nero was twisting languidly on the sticky leather, his head tossing from side to side, trying to fight back the inevitable. Dante gripped Nero’s cock in one hand, fisted it hard in time to his own deep thrusts inside the boy.
            “Oh god oh god,” Nero’s breathy pleas were lost in a sharp cry as he came, his body tensing for a second before reaching breaking point. He climaxed across his chest and Dante’s hand streams of hot semen spraying across his pale flesh. Nero’s inner muscles spasmed, massaging the cock between the tight walls of muscle, milking it until Dante came with a loud scream. He gripped the boy’s hips with a bruising force shooting his seed inside the body below him, painting the boy’s inner walls white as he continued to thrust into him, riding his orgasm through.
            Dante collapses bonelessly on top of the boy moments later, limbs entwined, both still shaking and twitching from the after shocks of their orgasm. Instinctively Dante wrapped his arms around the boy, shifting them into a more comfortable position and pressing butterfly kisses into the kid’s hair line. Nero had slipped into a comfortable numbness, his muscles throbbing with a strange kind of delicious heat his head coming to rest in the crook of the demon slayer’s neck.
            Both lay there sated and sticky, neither having the energy to move nor really wanting to. Nero had slipped into his own delirium long ago, clinging tightly to the warm body next to him when Dante finally let his own coherence drift from him succumbing to the inevitability of sleep.

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