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MONSTER	By : Radius Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 10984 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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.

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A/N: Wow, it’s been awhile, hasn’t it? First off, thanks for the reviews and being extremely patient. ^__^ I apologize for not getting to you guys sooner. It’s been a rough ride for me. I still have no home internet access and just recently discovered a new line to ‘borrow.’ I still haven’t played DMC4. :-( I’ve also had personal problems, the worse occurring recently. Anyway, as crude as this story is sometimes, it offers me a good escape from reality so I need to get this story updated again. BTW, if anyone is tuning in for the first time or is a new DMC fan, just know that Seth is an original character. This story isn’t tied to the games. It’s original and concentrates on Dante’s character.

WARNING!!! DANGER WILL ROBINSON, DANGER!!! This chapter has *very* explicit things going on. If you thought the infamous bar scene was something, you’ll raise brows on this one. This chapter was very challenging for me. I cut it best I could to make it ‘reasonable’ and will probably do it again. I just want to post it already since my brain is fried and I really want to move ahead. Please execute good judgment!!! I don’t want to hear any ‘that was gross’ reviews. This chapter is all about ‘Seth’s’ other personality. There will be ‘WTF’ moments, LOL.

<< | The Funhouse | >>

The fun house was a challenging event, attractive only to the patient and willful few. Finding the truth behind false illusions was the name of the game. Heavily fogged, the fun house was divided into several sections with areas large enough to accommodate at least thirty people. Over fifty mirrors were placed in the first room, all intended to confuse participants from finding the proper exit. The only means of lighting was a soft purple glow, which was absorbed by the smoky atmosphere.

The last member of the group, Dante carefully observed his surroundings. His eyes glared coolly at the new scenery, the pupils growing small and dim. Admittedly, he was surprised at himself. He’d been with enough cheating partners to never pay it much mind. Fucking was just fucking anyway. His lust for all things excitable made him susceptible to it all the time. It was never a big deal for him. Never once did he feel the urge to destroy something or someone. Feelings of jealousy were signs of weakness and lack of self-assurance, things he didn’t need. And yet, here he was, a disgruntled man who wanted to shove his fist down the first poor soul he came across.

Shit. Maybe he really was going soft.

Briefly entertaining the thought of shooting Seth in the head, he almost wished he brought one of his automatic pistols with him. Lord help him, he was that pissed off. No one would know it by looking at him, though. Years of battles and strained relationships had hardened his external shell and taught him the value of self-control. Making decisions in the heat of an emotional breakdown was always a stupid move to execute. As frustrated as he was by the situation, he refused to feel vulnerable by it. Hell, he refused to let it get to him. Period.

Dante finally spotted the peculiar man he both desired and loathed. Or rather, he spotted his mirror reflections. His brows pulled together in a slight frown.

Seth held the face of a benevolent creature, his plush lips almost parted from each other. There was a strange look in his eyes, something Dante had never seen before. No longer did they dance with energy and light. Rather, they were black, deep, and empty. Dante watched as Seth’s gaze fell to the young companion he brought with him, one arm carelessly wrapped around his waist. From where they stood, they were somewhere at a corner of the room, almost lost to the funhouse’s foggy environment.

Dante felt the hairs at the back of his neck rise when he noticed Seth whisper something into the Goth’s ear, the lips moving very slowly. The gestures Seth made appeared too intimate to be taken as a friendly conversation. Rather than react to it, though, Dante took a deep swallow and tried to track his counterpart’s physical whereabouts through odorous means. Annoyance set in when he couldn’t locate the raspberry and nicotine smells he was accustomed too. On the other hand, he picked up a strange perfume that smelled both vague and familiar. Dante paused from his thoughts when Seth’s gloved hand tenderly stroked the Goth’s chest.

Again, Seth spoke into the young man’s ear, his lips touching the lobe. As parts of the crowd started to search for the door to the next room, Dante saw him lower his hand slightly. Tenderly stroking the Goth’s belly area, Seth looked up.

Seth’s reflections maintained their calm demeanor when they stared directly at Dante’s direction. The red lips adjusted themselves and formed an easy smile. With a face that glowed under the room’s hazy lighting, Seth looked completely innocent, free of sin. Yet, the black orbs conveyed a man with other intentions. They were consumed with intensity.

The brunette was fully aware of his presence now, or rather, Dante realized, he had been from the very start. To the detective’s surprise, it was the effect Seth wanted. He wanted him to watch, to have him observe each and every detail, to be his spectator.

A wave of heat washed over Dante. It was the same delicious sensation that swept over him earlier, tingling straight down to his groin and splashing to the rest of his body. He wanted to deny its power. He hated this feeling, this feeling of vulnerability. Seth had to be the most fucked up man he ever met. Ever since he met him, his life turned into a chaotic mess. He almost wished for the days of simplicity and complete boredom, where he wasted an entire month sitting behind a desk, eating cold pizza and jacking off to old reruns of Baywatch. Then again, he enjoyed this thrill. Seth was the only person in a very long time that peak his interest.

Dante took a deep swallow. As more people entered the funhouse’s first room, he saw each of Seth’s reflections exit through a door, the Goth following short behind.

The game had begun.

Brushing past two couples, Dante followed Seth’s trail and headed left. He caught the smell of perfume and paused. It was jasmine. Such a prominent smell it possessed that Dante momentarily wondered why he didn’t pick it up much earlier. He ignored the thought and stopped in front of a group of mirrors. They presented a mirage of false doors. He reached out to each mirror, sliding them across their cool and flat surfaces until touching a solid doorknob. It was still warm from Seth’s touch. Turning it, he entered the second room.

The next area was just as big and similar to the first except the lighting was green. Fogs of smoke drifted upward. The entire room was quiet. For a moment, Dante thought he was alone. None of the people from the previous room had followed him and his nose could only faintly pick up the perfume. Walking toward the middle of the room to locate its source, Dante saw the reflections of Seth and the Goth kid.

They were kissing, their tongues dancing and licking. The Goth kept rolling his head left to right, hungrily catching every part of Seth’s full lips. He sucked on them for a minute or so, sometimes gliding his metal-pierced tongue across the two halves. It was obvious how fascinated he was with Seth’s full, rich-red lips. He couldn’t stop smacking on them. Dante remained still, meanwhile, a bit frustrated that the young man had access to Seth’s mouth. He kept silent, though, and resumed looking at them, slowly acknowledging the hard-on he got from it. His eyes eventually moved downward, where the two men held the other’s length.

Zippers halfway pulled down, only the heads of their erections peeked out, both of them moist and pressed together. Their hands’ rhythms varied. Seth’s was a slow and casual one whereas the Goth was more frantic. Using every muscle on his arm to pull hard and fast on Seth’s erection, Dante could see the young man’s veins budging out from the back of his hands. He heard the loud flapping sounds Seth’s tight skin made with each tug and couldn’t help but want the same aggressive treatment for his own demanding cock. A mere spectator, however, Dante could only observe their actions. He watched the eager youth pause to fully pull out Seth’s erection, but the other man slapped the hand away. Seth violently spun the Goth around and held him by the neck from behind.

The movement was fast, so fast that the Goth kid could only blink. He wasn’t afraid, though. Dante could tell the action stirred him more than frightened him. His cock comically bouncing up and down from the abrupt twirl, the young man settled his head back against Seth’s shoulder and whispered for him to choke him. Seth innocently smiled before crushing his neck with one hand. The air cut off from his throat, the young man started jacking off, hoping to climax before he needed air again. Meanwhile, Dante’s attention was fixed at the man behind him.

Each of Seth’s reflections showed a man burning with hunger. There was a smudge of blood on his lips, which alarmed the paranormal investigator. Yet, the longer Dante stared at Seth and his companion, the more his own hunger grew. Lust mingled with brutality, Dante momentarily closed his eyes to calm his senses. His hunger wasn’t something to be taken likely. It was filled with sensations only his inner self craved for, sensations that were too cruel and animal to be considered normal. While he certainly wanted to indulge himself in them, he remained cautious. His inner self, after all, didn’t fuck.

It devoured.

Dante opened his eyes. He saw Seth look back at him. His smile was beautiful and dangerous, one reserved for those with malicious thoughts. Even as the young Goth continued choking and running his slimed hands over his length, Dante remained enraptured by Seth’s smile. He didn’t know what to think of it, only telling himself that this man belonged to him and only him.

As the face of the Goth grew to a shade of red, Seth moved a hand down the Goth’s shirt. He undid the long trail of buttons, snapping off one bead at a time. Seth progressed slowly, with the patience of a drowsy man. One button undone. A second button later. A third. A forth. Seth made no sound and neither did Dante. The room was an empty abyss, occupied by two unnatural beings with unnatural intentions. Such time-consuming agony, such pain, that Dante wanted to find the reflections’ source and fuck him until he was numb. He maintained his composure, however, and played the role assigned to him in this game.

Seth finally reached the final button and slid the flimsy material off the Goth. Dante was glad Seth let him view his companion. He picked a good man, one with a slender and toned body and a good cock. Seeing the Goth’s thoroughly oozed and red hot dick, Dante’s breathe slightly hitched.

He watched Seth’s hand wander across the man’s chest, fondling a pierced nipple with two fingers. The Goth winced, indicating how painful the touches were. The youth closed his eyes, though, and turned redder from both sexual fulfillment and lack of oxygen.

Dante knew Seth’s actions weren’t meant for him. As wonderful as they felt to the boy, Seth’s touches were meant for the spectator, to the man behind the curtain, to the King sitting passively and quietly in his throne. Seth kept moving his fingers over the tender skin, squeezing and pulling at the metal objects they ran across. Once in awhile, he helped the youth, stroking his length and tugging at the silver bell embedded at its tip. Seth smiled wickedly when he snapped it off.

Thin lines of blood streaked down the Goth’s shaft. The young man shuddered violently, his orgasm triggered by the abrupt pain. Purple faced now, the Goth’s seed erupted from his stiff and swollen cock, spilling over the floor. Croak-like sounds came from his throat and Seth squeezed his throat tighter before finally letting go.

The young man fell forward but Seth caught him by the waist. Together, they slowly sat on the floor. For awhile, Seth cradled him like an infant, rocking him back and forth. He tenderly kissed the young man’s cheek, whispering gentle words to him.

Dante’s forehead and cheeks grew damped with sweat while his erection suddenly felt compressed against the thick fabric of his jeans. He was eager to join them but the two subjects remained hidden among the mass of false images. Dante considered following the smell of jasmine again. Just as he took the first step toward the right direction, however, he heard the sound of a door opening.

Two people from the first room arrived. A third followed shortly. Oblivious to the event that just transpired, they came one by one, smiling and talking among themselves. Dante turned to check the mirrors again. Both Seth and the kid were gone.

Trying not to look disappointed, Dante busied himself in tracking the scent of perfume, blood, and fresh semen. With his body feeling hot and heart and cock thumping to a rapid beat, it became difficult to breathe and stand. Dante didn’t know whether to curse or thank Seth. Indeed, it was a welcoming surprise to see his often tender and idealistic man embrace all corners of his sexuality. His demure partner... His indecent whore… It was a magnificent transformation made before his very eyes.

It was almost laughable too. He thought Seth being with another man would upset or destroy him. On the contrary, so long as he was both a witness and mediator of the sexual act, Dante found the experience to be painfully erotic. Even if he wasn’t a direct participant, he was the watchful eye, able to take in the tiny details the mirrors provided for him. He was a god.

Dante searched for the next door, eager to observe more of the transactions occurring between Seth and his playmate. His nose locked onto the various smells the two men carried. They led him to the right section of the green room. There, he found the Goth’s abandoned shirt. As before, Dante slid his hands across the mirrors to find the doorknob.

More people emerged from the other room. Dante wanted to leave them all behind, just so Seth had more time to reveal the naughty creature hiding behind the innocent face. It was the creature Seth always talked about but never went into great detail. Seth was always ashamed and embarrassed by it. It baffled Dante why he would be. It was only natural to embrace the inner animal, at least for him it was. In some ways, Dante was relieved Seth had such an animal. The Devil within him was a sadistic creature that fucked even the dead. It was good to know Seth could relate to that type of hunger.

Yes, there was still the question on what unleashed this side of Seth. He was so different today, almost taking on a different persona. Something had happened yesterday, something major. But what? Some time when the blood cooled down in his cock and his head felt steadied, he’d have to ask him. Until then, he was going to embrace this other part of Seth.

Dante kept to himself as he continued searching for the door. A red-head woman from the main group approached and asked him if he had any luck. She left with an obscenity when he didn’t answer back. Dante didn’t care; his mind was focused on only one thing.

At last, there was a doorknob and Dante went through.

The lighting changed from green to blue and there were even more mirrors here. Dante heard wet sounds the moment he entered it. Turning right, the mirrors’ reflections showed Seth. With eyes partly closed, the brunette man stood, shoving his cock down the throat of the young man. He hissed quietly and clung onto the Goth’s hair, pushing him further down his length. Judging from the sucking sounds the Goth made, he was really making an effort. Below on both knees, the Goth’s head bobbed fast and furiously. Seth remained calm throughout it. He removed each button from his black blouse, breathing softly and at an even pace. With a lazy movement, he slid two hands down his shirt and widened it apart, exposing his chest to the spectator, covering only his birthmark.

Seth’s face looked completely angelic. While the blue haze of the room appeared a bit eerie, the color emphasized Seth’s blushed tones. His rosy pink nipples and red lips were both inviting. Dante licked his lips, imagining his mouth roaming through both areas as they had always done during their make-out sessions.

Dante tried to steady the light-headed feeling that possessed him. It was difficult, as if he had spun around and around until he lost control of all his senses. Yes, Seth had a gorgeous body and he took pride in knowing every detail and curve on it. He enjoyed dressing it up with crude clothes, touching and violating it with kisses and slaps, whether gently or abusively. At the moment, he wanted to fuck Seth hard, to literally feel his insides. Seth’s body was his temple to enter again and again. It was a shame the bodies he saw around him were only illusions.

With only his eyes, the silver haired man trailed the soft crease splitting Seth’s abdominal muscles in half. The line continued down the belly button and beyond, stopping at the bobbing blue head.

The young man below stopped shortly. He took a moment to spit out Seth’s cum, the milky substance drooling from his mouth.

As the Goth continued to purge, Seth gave Dante a full view of his erection. It practically pointed straight up, with veins clearly visible over the shaft. The head glistened wet and thick strings of slime dripped quietly on the floor, right next to the young man. Seth later pulled out the sacs his cock was attached to, giving Dante more information to digest. He held them for a moment, cupping them. Dante knew it did nothing for the brunette man but did everything for the spectator watching. Dante felt his jeans absorb his own cum. Seth always provoked that type of reaction. Sure, he’d seen his length over a hundred times, but he could never grow tired of it. It was absolutely beautiful, the most gorgeous thing since the fucking Pantheon.

Dante couldn’t hold it anymore. He pushed down his zipper, needing to relieve the tension building between his legs. He dug deep inside, pulling out his erection. It was harder than usual, the veins practically throbbing with each heart beat he made. He was glad how impressive it looked, knowing it pleased Seth. Now the spectator would have a spectator of his own, both of them watching the other.

                Forty figures of Seth glided their hands downward in reaction. He ran a finger from his tightly stretched balls, straight up to the head of his column. Digging a fingernail at his cock’s pee hole, Seth laughed softly when his nail tore the skin and a drop of blood spurted out. He sighed, slowly throwing back his head and closing his eyes, still digging his sharp fingernail into the pint-size hole.

Dante groaned and kept grasping his erection over and over again. Under the pale blue lighting, his fingers were already wet and sticky. The head of his length twitched when Seth slid his hand up and down too. Once. Twice. Three times. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down… Strange, how a simple hand motion could drive a sane man insane. Yet, Seth did just that, his movements made very deliberately. Dante clung tighter to his groin at the sight of him. The climax was quickly approaching, fueled by sounds of Seth’s heavy breathing and the young man below still spitting.

A look of disapproval crossed Seth’s face suddenly. For a second, Dante didn’t understand why and was about to shoot off. Seth’s eyes, however, narrowed even more. It was then he knew the brunette wanted him to hold off. Whatever the man had in mind, climaxing right now wasn’t a part of the deal. Dante grunted. That was going to be difficult.

His cock vibrating violently in his hand, Dante bit hard on his lower lip. Seth and his companion did more than enough to force a reaction. It was inevitable. Still, Dante was determined to keep the momentum going, wanting it to last longer as well.

Seth appeared satisfied again, a small smirk forming on his lips. Resuming where he last left off, he moved his strained penis toward his stomach. Its long length reached the mid-section, right above the belly. With one hand anchoring the base upward, Seth cupped the head with the other. He rubbed his stomach with the tip of his erection. His breathe hitched with each sweep. Immediately soaking the area with his seed, he repeated the action over and over again until most of his stomach was coated with milk.

Seth removed his hands when the Goth sat straight up again, eager to take his previous position again. However, the brunette aggressively yanked his head back by the hair. Seth stroked himself many times, pointing his cock at the youth. His abs pushed in and out with every breath he took, his own climax building. The young man opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue and preparing to swallow the droplets Seth would eventually shoot off. After awhile, Seth did.

A door opened.

Dante muttered a curse word, realizing they weren’t alone anymore. Seth lifted the youth up by the hair. As the two men exited through another door, one of the people from the group came into the blue room. Dante stood trembling, placing his cock back inside his jeans and glowering at the presence of all the newcomers. He heard a woman shortly. He recognized the female as the red-head from earlier. When she spotted him in this room she looked somewhat surprised. Before she could open his mouth he turned and walked a few feet away.

He was anxious to get to the next door. His nose indicated for him to go right. He stayed put, however. By now, the red-head woman and a few others from the group figured out that the man with the silver hair knew where to go next. Dante cursed to himself, noticing their reflections, all looking at his direction. The woman and five others waited for him to make a move.

His climax was dangerously close again, just thinking of what laid beyond this room prompt him to suck the air. His pelvic muscles relaxed a bit, Dante pretended he was lost and drifted toward a posse of mirrors. He walked behind them, waiting to hear the woman and the others follow. They did. As they drew near, he went to the opposite side to circle around the mirrors.

Dante fought back a chuckle when a few of his stalkers muttered nervously to themselves, confused now. Even though they could see his reflections, they lost track of the real him. Not wasting any more time, Dante searched the right area of the room, letting his inbred abilities bring him to a new door. Once on the other side, he made sure to shut it tight, pushing the door through the hedges.

There was heavy breathing and loud gasps in the orange room. Visibility was difficult here. The fog was thicker and there were many more mirrors added.

“Ah…” a male’s voice whimpered, “Oh god…”

A moment later and Dante heard the male hissing in pain, the groans growing louder. He continued walking through the fog. So far, none of the mirrors he encountered showed anything. The bright orange lighting wasn’t helping either. It made him almost nauseous.

“S-shit…” the man’s voice continued, his voice shaking. “Not so deep… n-not so deep, baby… Oh, god… Ah…!”

Dante continued traveling through the room. Part of him wanted to stop and jack off to the moans the young Goth was making. He didn’t know what they were doing but just hearing the young man’s desperate whispers were enough to get him off properly. Still, the thought of physically finding the two offered more promises and resolution.

The hybrid followed where the stench of cum and perfume grew stronger. Judging by the smells and sounds the two made they weren’t too far from him. Dante paused from his search when he discovered the reflections of the two at last. His brows rose in surprise.

The reflection revealed the young Goth lying naked on the floor with beads of sweat forming throughout his body. His legs bent upward and separated, he shivered and moaned simultaneously. Seth was next to him, his jacket placed neatly to his side while the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. Still wearing his gloves, Seth thrust a fist inside the young man.

“H-holy s-shit…” the Goth yelled when Seth dug in very deeply. His toes immediately curled and the veins in his neck popped. A tear dripping from his left eye smeared some of the black eyeliner there.

Seth’s fingers continued to play in and out of the young man before making a fist again. The Goth chuckled a little, noticing his own body trembling. He tried to breathe.

“I can practically f-feel you feelin’ m-my insides, man…”

Seth didn’t reply back and the young man screamed when he shoved him again.

As aroused as he was, watching the two like that made Dante a bit nerved. If Seth wasn’t careful, the boy might accidentally shit all over himself. He’d seen it happen before and it was never a pretty sight. Not to mention, the horrible smell. While some people enjoyed that kind of thing he certainly wasn’t one of them. Fucking and smelling shit in the air wasn’t exactly a turn-on for him.

Dante continued trailing their scents. They grew stronger the further straight he went. Admittedly, it was difficult for him not to stop and look at the two. It was such a vile scene. While the sight of Seth’s calm demeanor throughout the entire ordeal was enough to make Dante’s body hot with excitement, he felt at odds with himself too. The old Seth would have never done that. He was never so aggressive or cruel. As hard as they played together in the sack, they never went to this extreme. Whatever transpired yesterday, Seth had lost all sense of limits.

The sound of a knock forced Dante to remember the door leading to this room. The other people were at the door already. He shut the door tightly but not enough to entirely block them. A firm kick was all they’d need to get it to open. A part of the hybrid wished he’d been cold enough to hedge the door so completely that it was unmovable. He certainly had the strength to do it and those people were starting to get on his nerves already. Still, it wasn’t their fault for being such a clueless bunch of idiots, unable to understand the funhouse no longer belonged to them.

By the time Dante looked back at the mirrors, both Seth and Goth were already standing to leave. While Seth casually discarded his gloves the young man held onto him. His body still trembling from the recent abuse, the Goth tried to balance himself. Seth glanced over the Goth’s shoulder, staring at Dante with an expressionless look on his face. Then he lured the young man into another room.

Dante took a few steps forward and arrived at their last spot, seeing the gloves Seth abandoned as well as the clothes from the Goth. He just missed them. He could practically smell the heat and the chlorine-stench of semen they left behind. Passing a hand through all the glass surfaces nearby, he eventually discovered the door to the next room. Just as he opened it, the previous one was kicked open. Dante went through it. As before, he hedged the door tight enough to require a kick to open.

Upon entering the room he immediately saw the reflection of the kid. On the mirror, he saw him sitting next to an exit door. He sat with his legs spread wide; tenderly poking the bruised area on his ass with a finger. The youth had a bemused look on his face.

To Dante’s surprise, Seth wasn’t with him. He studied the mirrors but couldn’t spot Seth in any of them. Dante tried to use his nose to track him. In the room that filled with red fog, he could no longer pick up the smell of jasmine. Dante tried not to growl. His Devil senses were screwing up again. That, or Seth went through the exit door he saw next to the kid. Dante didn’t want to think of the possibility that Seth was gone. He was in a terrible state, with an orgasm set to trigger at any moment now.

“I swear…” Dante muttered to himself, “If you high-tailed it, Seth, I’m going to find you, slice off your cock, fuck myself with it, and later used it to beat you into a bloody pulp…”

The investigator abruptly heard a laugh. It came from behind.

Dante turned around, recognizing it immediately. No one was there. Curious, he took several steps forward and closely monitored his environment. He felt like he was being watched but couldn’t locate the source. Other than the young Goth’s scent, he didn’t pick up anything else. The smell of perfume was gone. It was an awkward feeling, almost unsettlingly as it was exciting. All of his senses were delirious with tension. He actually felt he was in danger. It made him feel more alive than he had ever been in a long time.

Carefully studying all the mirrors at the back of the red room, he finally noticed something projected from one of them. It was the figure of a man.

Seth’s reflection seemed to notice his disgruntled state and he laughed again. The delicate tone of his chortle rang richly throughout the room and Dante had to shut his eyes tight to keep the build-up in his lower regions calm.

“Anxious, are we?” Seth’s voice echoed.

It was the first time he addressed him since they separated. Somehow, it released him from the role of mere spectator, making him an active participant in this sexual charade. That voice… that gentle, virtuous voice… it was the same one that told him to go slower and not so hard many nights ago. It was the same one who continuously romanticized everything to the point where it sickened him. Dante tried to fight back the high his body was ready to unleash. All Seth needed to do was talk and he’d unleash the powerful swelling growing within him. Still, he needed to hold it in. He wanted to climax inside him, to fill his insides with his seed and much, much more.

When Dante reopened his eyes, he saw more reflections of Seth appear in the other mirrors. His black coat was back on but his shirt remained partly opened, revealing a bit of his chest. It sparkled with tiny beads of sweat, some of them gliding down the smooth, velvet-like surface. His heavy-lidded eye gazed at him peculiarly.

Seth’s image grew larger and larger as he took several steps forward. Dante was amazed at how completely composed he was, his head slightly tilted to the side, making his shaggy black hair nearly cover an eye. Little by little, the entire room began to fill with Seth’s incredible image.

Dante stared at the black orbs that looked back at him hungrily, emitting a dark and furious fire from within. The more Dante looked at Seth’s angelic features, the more he wanted to violate him. He could hear Seth’s heart pumping fast and, even if he could no longer smell jasmine in the air, he could still inhale his sexual juices. He was on the edge too, teetering toward a climax. Unlike him, however, Seth had more control and it showed on his neutral face.

“And here I thought your hand was only good at playing guitar,” Dante joked, referring to the awkward scene earlier. He tried to pretend he wasn’t enthralled with Seth but failed miserably.

Like a naughty boy who needed to be put in time-out, Seth only smiled back.

Dante walked up to a mirror close to him and put his hands over the gleaming surface. It was cold, lacking the warmth the image conveyed. Nonetheless, Dante touched the spots he wanted to feel. His eager fingers grazed over the reflections of Seth’s chest, his nipples, between his thighs, at the birthmark hidden behind his shirt, and the erection exposed. Dante kissed all those areas too, avidly licking some of them. He was left with only his memories of how they tasted.

It was odd and ironic. Seth was in the same room he occupied but was beyond his reach. He heard his partner’s unsteady breathing. He smelled his swelling cock. He felt his heat. He was here, with him, participating in a sexual and lustful manner, but he was still beyond his reach. Only illusions and steady sounds supplied Dante with wondrous and lewd suggestions.

As Seth continued walking toward him, Dante pressed his body against the mirror, releasing his own thick muscle, heavy with longing and wet with fascination.

“You’re going to destroy me, Seth…” he whispered under his breath, pressing himself against the mirror, wanting to feel his partner. His length rubbed itself awkwardly on the cool surface, his sticky cum smearing all over it.

Seth stood still.

“Do you like me?” Seth asked quietly. His words were measured and precise. “Do you want me?”

“Yes, Seth, yes…” Dante pushed harder against the mirror, pushing against the reflection of Seth. He sucked on his lip to restrain the buildup at the pit of his stomach, forbidding it from releasing.

“And this? Do you like this?”

He licked on the glass where Seth’s lips would be. “Yes. This is what I’ve always wanted from you, just this… just sex and nothing else. I want it just like this.”

“You’re just like me then. I am the untamed. I lust for freedom that’s boundless, without limits and expectations. I desire the tangible over the ideal. You seek this too. Don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Seth smiled. “Then you belong to me now, Dante.”

“You belong to me too.”

“No. I don’t.”

Seth’s reflection suddenly moved away. Breathing hard, Dante took a moment to gather himself. He cursed. Never before did he want to lose himself as he did right now. It wasn’t right for Seth to leave him like this, to leave him in distress. Hissing back the blood that continued rushing to his head and groin, Dante pulled away from the mirror. He had been rubbing against it so roughly that his penis was hot pink now, strings of his cum still clinging to the flat surface.

Frustrated, Dante sought out Seth. He didn’t bother zipping up is pants again. It was so hard-up now, he didn’t care anymore. It was also difficult walking, that terrible light-headiness feeling nearly overwhelming him. Everywhere, his body ached with lust.

Dante continued searching for Seth. Wherever the brunette man was, he was waiting for him. He was annoyed at how useless his Devil senses had become. He no longer held power over Seth. Seth was going to appear on his own accord, when he was ready.

The hybrid circled around a group of mirrors. He paused when he noticed an exit door. Shortly after, he found the youthful Goth Seth had been using. He was sitting directly across him, still tending to his asshole. The young man looked up from his spot.

“Holy fuck,” the Goth said and laughed, looking at Dante’s cock. “That’s fuckin’ huge. It’s as big as his. You two musta shot ‘em up with some good shit. Grow ‘em large an’ thick, eh?”

Dante didn’t say anything.

“He told me to give you a good time,” the young man later added and kneeled before him. He pulled down Dante’s pants, pulling them just below the kneecaps.

“Do you know where he is right now?” Dante asked, gently brushing back blue hair from the youth’s face.

The Goth snorted, as if he asked the most ridiculous question in the world. He took Dante’s large muscle and rubbed it between his two hands. The youth gazed upward. “What? Ain’t I good ‘nuff for ya?”

Dante grunted, feeling the pressure on his cock. It felt good. “I just want to know where Seth is.”

“Seth? That’s his real name?” The young man laughed a little. “Fuckin’ creep, he gave me another name. Heh, I ain’t one t’ judge, though. I gave him ‘nother name too. I told him my name’s Tom, after Tom Cruise. Y’ know, that fuckin’ prick?”

“As if I care. Just tell me if you know where Seth went to.”

“Fuck if I know where he is. He only told me to make you come,” the Goth replied and sucked on the head once. “He’s a funny guy, that one. Almost made me shit myself just moments ago.”

Dante grinned. “So I noticed, kid.”

“He told me neither of ya’s human either,” continued the Goth, unfazed. He moved his hands faster. “He said y’ smell funny an’ that it sets ya apart from everyone here. I ain’t smellin’ nuthin’ funny about y’. Y’ looks human to me, man. Are y’ some type of boogeyman behind that face or somethin’?”

The hybrid grunted and looked at him. “Something like that.”

“I’ll make it good for ya,” the Goth said confidently and licked the entire length. “Human or not, I’ll make it feel good for ya.”

His blood boiling, Dante let ‘Tom’ suckle him. He had to admit, the kid gave good head, especially for a human. His wet mouth enclosed nicely around his cock while the hands pulled fiercely at the rest of the inches he couldn’t reach. The metal in the Goth’s mouth also highlighted pressure points that sent nerves tingling everywhere. He only wished he could push his cock further down his throat. Unfortunately, Tom was human. Unlike Seth, he was liable to get seriously injured. Fucking him would be difficult too. As with his past relationships, Dante knew he could only take him halfway. Otherwise, he risked causing internal bleeding. The boy was already flinching when Seth fisted him earlier. There was no way he’d take his full length.

Minutes passed and Dante’s ears picked up the people from the other room. They were still having trouble finding the door. He even heard some of them suggest they go back. Dante hoped they did. He closed the door tight but knew they could always kick it down again. Dante felt sorry for the person who did, though. Right now his blood was hot and, like two tigers humping in heat, it was a dangerous thing to get in the middle.

“You like this, baby?” Tom asked below, flicking his tongue at the very tip. “Like my cock-suckin’? Gonna cock-suck me later too?”

“You’ve got a big mouth, kid,” Dante muttered back, keeping both his hands on Tom’s head. “Just keep filling it with my dick and shut up already.”

The youth talked too much, something that started to annoy Dante. He always hated people who talked more than him. Still, the kid had spunk. Tom kept swallowing him like a mad man trying to reach the center of a tootsie pop. He sighed and rolled back his head, pushing Tom down his length, as far as the he could go without choking. After awhile, he did and Dante had to seek other revenues of sexual fulfillment. He ignored any rambles that came from Tom and patiently waited for him to roll on his stomach. Tom happily complied, widening his legs for easier entry afterward. Dante didn’t wait for permission and immediately fed him his cock from behind. While pumping into the tight hole, he suddenly sensed Seth’s presence again.

Seth’s reflections danced around them, circling and studying them. Dante felt his pitch black eyes stare straight into him. The more Dante felt it, the harder he pushed into the young man.

At last, Seth had reemerged from his hiding place. He could practically taste him.

“Oh fuck…” the Goth moaned back, wincing. “Jee-zus…! That thing’s fuckin’ rock solid…”

Dante gasped and grunted simultaneously. The strain in Tom’s voice forced him to lessen his pressure. He’d nearly forgotten he was ass-fucking a human, a human who couldn’t heal.

He breathed faster when he saw Seth’s reflection approach closer. Through ten mirrors, he watched the other man slowly walk up from behind. So beautiful, he was so beautiful. Everything about him was perfect. Seth’s creamy chest and engorged penis were warm with desire. Dante’s eyes were fixed on them for awhile, imagining his hands and tongue on them. Seth was always incredible. As brutal as he was earlier, Seth looked absolutely sweet and vulnerable. The more Dante imagined violating him the faster he pumped into Tom.

The Goth yelled again.

The hybrid’s focus reached Seth’s black orbs. They were the same color and shape he saw everyday, the same ones he adored. Somehow, though, they were different. There was a hidden meaning within them, much different than before. Dante wasn’t bothered by what he saw in them, though. The Devil within completely understood their messages.

Hunger. Chaos. Domination.

Yes. He knew those meanings all too well and he was grateful Seth understood them. Right now, possessed by the heat, Dante didn’t want to think about Seth’s idealistic thoughts or concepts of romance. He didn’t want to sing, talk, and dance. He wanted this, this unrefined, obscene version of bonding. He wanted to fuck. Hard. Fast. Was it so terrible to give in to the animal within? To let go of emotional attachments? Dante didn’t think so. He wanted the beast within him out in the open. As much as he loved having Seth, Dante needed their encounters to be free of morality too. To be completely liberated.

“E-easy, baby, it’s starting to hurt…” hissed the young man he was still attached to, “Easy…”

Dante pulled out a little.

Careless. He was almost careless. Had the man not spoken up, he would’ve embedded himself completely inside. Even Tom had his limits. It made Dante hate a lot of things. For one, he hated himself for not being careful. He also hated himself for having to be careful in the first place. And lastly, he hated Tom for being so… human.

Dante suddenly felt Seth’s hands touch his hips. He completely froze. Looking at the mirror positioned in front of him he saw Seth gaze back at him. He was behind him now. The caress from his hands was both warm and moist. It was something he longed for since they got separated. Dante wanted to turn around and obtain the man he wanted to taste, suckle, and fuck. But Seth held him in place, stopping the roll of his hips. One of his hands went to the back of his neck.

Seth forced Dante to stare ahead.

“Look at your reflection,” the brunette purred into Dante’s ear.

The other man drowsily complied, his eyes only halfway opened. Dante almost laughed. He saw all three of them stuck together, each expressing different levels of sexual intensity. In the mirror, he saw himself. Blushed, his face was shrouded with sweat, a couple strands of hair covering his left eye. His expression was that of sedate. Meanwhile, the naked Goth he was connected to conveyed pain. Still on all fours, his eyes were shut tightly and hands clenched. Dante pulled out a bit, to offer some relief. While he certainly felt empathy for the man, there was a hidden part inside him that felt giddy and excited.

Seth saw it there too. His hands slowly crept up his waist. The long fingernails glided across the fabric of his white shirt and started lifting it up. Dante let him remove it.

“Don’t you find it beautiful?” Seth asked after tossing the shirt aside. He planted a delicate kiss on Dante’s bare shoulder.

“Find what beautiful?” Dante replied, sleepy with heat.

“Your reflection… It’s like mine.”

Seth’s voice remained tender, as tender as the light whispers of a breeze. His actions, though, weren’t. The moment he stopped talking, he thrust deep into Dante, sending himself already halfway in.

“Ugh…!” Dante groaned and grit his teeth.

Tom yelled too, feeling Seth’s push at his end. “Oh, baby… oh, baby… oh… oh…”

Dante hadn’t expected that. Seth hadn’t widened him, making the entry extremely painful. Wincing slightly, he felt his rim stretch wider by the massive object inside him now. He could almost hear the ripping sound of his skin when Seth kept pushing in.

“Anxious, aren’t we?” Dante murmured to Seth and grunted. He found himself plummeting into Tom at the same time, who moaned louder in response.

For a few precious moments, Dante savored Seth’s abusive touches, thoroughly enjoying the slime that filled his anus and the quiet gasps that came from his partner’s throat. He also enjoyed the pain, the tearing of his insides. It wasn’t often that Seth pricked him. Even when he did, it wasn’t as forced like this. In fact, Seth was usually the passive partner, usually opening himself to him. Today, though, he had taken the initiative and become the dominant partner.

His climax started to return with a vengeance. It gestated in the pit of his stomach before traveling down his groin and shooting straight up his long shaft. It was about to explode until his partner abruptly pulled out his cock from his end.

The hybrid tried to breathe, his abs pushing in and out. With the head of Seth’s erection just lightly pressed against his anus, Dante blinked, confused.

“Seth…” he started weakly. “What…?”

Seth stared back at him with a blank look on his face. In his dead silence, his command was made loud and clear: hold it in.

The hybrid tried to push against him anyway, to continue their threesome and release the burden inside his body. But Seth’s strength was incredible. His hands firm on his waist, he couldn’t push backwards anymore. Nor did Seth move an inch. He remained behind him, studying him like an indifferent scientist would.

Dante felt his hot ooze drench between his buttocks, slowly dripping over the balls. Breathing through his mouth, Dante edged dangerously close to his orgasm but fought against it.

“You shit-head…” Dante’s voice quivered. He saw Seth’s even gaze in the mirror. “I need you inside … Now…”

“Shh…” Seth demanded, his eyes dancing with intensity.

Dante wanted to punch him in the face right now. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t right at all. What Seth was doing to him was fucked up. Grim-faced, Dante resumed pushing into Tom again. Even if Seth restricted him from going backwards, he was still free to move forward. Dante took out his sexual frustrations on the Goth, his hips rolling forward with pistol-like action. Desperately vying for self-control, he forced himself to pull out each time he reached the halfway mark of his shaft. Seth chuckled, his eyes insisting him to go all the way, regardless of the consequences.

                Tom whimpered throughout the whole ordeal, his nails trying to tear into the ground.

Dante’s heart pounded frantically along with his throbbing dick. The buildup was too powerful that he wanted to finish it off. When his body trembled, Seth pierced his hips with his long nails and thin lines of crimson streaked down Dante’s legs. The hybrid clung tightly to the man in front of him and held off his climax.

“Oh… oh, baby…” Tom sucked in air.

A doorknob rattled from somewhere in the room.

Dante sputtered out a curse word. He nearly forgot about the people still outside the room. Right now, at this very moment between sexual excitement and irritating frustration, he wanted to smash each of their faces against a wall, starting with the woman with red hair. The climax inside was generating too much strain. The tip of Seth’s cock created even more tension. Its hotness screamed to Dante’s insides. He could only moan, wanting it now.

He heard Seth chuckle softly, his wet cock still dripping between his buttocks while his nails remained embedded into his hips.

“Sheeit…” muttered Tom ahead, “You f-feel hot, man…”

Dante ignored him and kept driving inside him before pulling out again.

“Fuck you, Seth,” the hybrid sputtered and threw back his head while impaling the man in front of him. “I want you inside me…”

“Shh…” Seth commanded again in a soft whisper.

Seth continued murmuring that and again and again. Dante’s eyes stared at the mirror, looking at him viciously. The old Seth would’ve taken the hint and got done with it already. This Seth wasn’t willing to compromise. He only smiled innocently, preferring to let him suffer. He was cruel and blunt. Strangely, Dante thought about all the times he mocked Seth in the past, accusing him of being too naïve in matters of sexuality.

Seth finally released his nails from Dante’s hips and tasted the blood that collected at the tips. Then his hands drifted down, toward Dante’s sacs. He massaged them, his movements very meticulous and careful. Dante kept his composure, meanwhile, realizing that any deliberate move he made on his part brought only a futile response.

Shortly later, Seth slid inside him again.

It was slower than before, as slow as a sun barely rising to full bloom. Dante’s long wail was broken between abrupt pants, his agony replaced by another. Just the contact, alone, was enough to throw him over. The lava coming from Seth’s tip penetrated through the tissues and bones inside Dante, spewing fire. The climax absorbed it, growing and expanding beyond the boundaries Dante had come to know. Unfortunately, he was expected to hold it off. Each time he was ready to snap, Seth stopped and dug his nails into the balls. Red faced from the ongoing pressure building and pain, Dante fought back his release again. At first, he thought the excruciating twinge from Seth’s nails would help counter the pleasure he kept receiving. But Seth was cruel. The pain only amplified the orgasm and set him on the edge.

As slow as it was, it was also painful. Centimeter by centimeter what started out as a slight sting eventually grew hotter and more intense. Had he been a human, the pain would’ve been too unbearable to endure. Still, even a hybrid like him felt it. Dante had to slow down his hip’s motions. At this point, he might seriously hurt Tom.

The door rattled again. There were several attempts at the doorknob until someone started to kick at it. Dante knew it’d give way. He wasn’t harsh enough to keep the door permanently in place. A quick smirk on Seth’s face indicated he knew too and Dante regretted his earlier decision.

“Seth…” Now Dante’s voice was broken by long moans and his face was redder than before. A bead of sweat slid down from his forehead to his cheek. “Finish me… please…”

It was the first time he ever begged someone for something. Even in his younger days, he was too proud to request a simple favor. It drove his mother nuts. Some part of him remembered his ego and wanted to kick himself for what he’d just said. Yet, he gave in to Seth. Seth had brought him to a new level of ecstasy, one he had never realized before.

“Shh…” was all Seth said.

The other man’s push was too gradual to be mistaken for actual movement. Dante saw his own reflection, a cross between pleasure and twisted agony. His expression was very much like the Goth in front of him now. He, too, was at Seth’s mercy. The sounds of the door being kicked again and again no longer bothered him.

Halfway in. Halfway in. Halfway in…

Dante kept repeating that to himself and cried shortly later, squeezing the life of his penis into Tom’s anus. He laughed and choked at the last time. He couldn’t help it. His body was a mixture of peculiar sensations. Dante felt both deprived and content. Joyous and pissed. Pleasure and pain. Quivering up and down, his body was an unstable mass of flesh.

As Dante undertook shallow breaths, Seth slid as little of himself as possible, the pain’s growth coinciding with the orgasm’s. This sexual act seemed just as extreme as the lewd actions from the previous room. Seth was far more experienced than what he originally thought, displaying horrible acts of affection. No, not affection. This was too ruthless to be considered as affection. Dante absolutely hated and despised the lover Seth had before, the one who shared in this insanity.

“Damn it, man…” the Goth groaned, “You’re b-burning up…”

He wasn’t exaggerating. Dante realized how hot he was, rising somewhere in the hundred degree range. His body was deeply aroused and on the verge of unleashing a powerful climax.

Dante concentrated on the mirror. He watched Tom, Seth, and himself, their bodies moving and grinding against the other. He observed the area Seth penetrated him, watching his partner’s perspiration drip from his chest to the furry collection of pubic hair. He noticed Seth’s black eyes focused at the area of intercourse too, blinking calmly and licking his upper lip to wipe the beads of sweat there.

It drove Dante nearly to come right then and there. Seth looked so collected and indifferent, unbothered by the door being kicked, his constant pleas, and Tom’s complaints. He only looked up just to warn him not to come yet. There was only so much Dante could do about that anymore. His blood had boiled and his vision was getting blurry. The beat throbbing in his erection indicated his time was real soon, whether Seth was done with him or not.

As determined as Dante was to meet him there, something inside was awakening, something that rarely came out. It was going to have the final say once it took over. It would meet Seth all the way too, provided it didn’t kill him.

The commotion at the door grew louder and now Seth was just a few inches away from getting completely inside. The hairs on Dante’s back neck stood and his heart rapidly pounded, too fast for a human. His body convulsed violently and became abnormally hot.

In the mirror Dante saw the pupils of his blue eyes change, forming into diamond-shapes and reducing in size. His pumping was a blur now and Tom yelled when he went too deep too sudden. Pulling out immediately, the Goth retreated away from Dante, slamming himself against a mirror in the process.

Tom shitted all over himself.

Seth finally stopped sliding inside Dante. He withdrew his nails from Dante’s balls. With a smile, Seth’s face drew closer to Dante’s

“Release…” Seth whispered over his shoulder.

As if given permission, Dante’s body erupted. His orgasm came right at the moment Seth rammed the rest of his length inside with one fierce and powerful shove. Dante screamed.

It wasn’t a human scream. As human as Dante physically appeared to be, the scream came from the lungs of a dormant Devil. With his eyes glowing bloody red and bright, Dante’s eerie shriek was extremely long and high-pitched. It cracked every mirror in the room. Tom covered his ears while Seth looked on, deeply amused.

Other mirrors in the rest of the funhouse also started to crack. In the blue-lit area, the large group of people stared at the odd phenomena in shock. The red head woman was about to touch one of the mirrors but immediately ducked for cover when it shattered instantly. All the other mirrors exploded into a billion pieces as well, sending heaps of glass into the air.

Dante’s cry slowly subsided and he fell backward. He splattered an obscene amount of himself up into the air. Behind, Seth followed him down to the ground.

“H-holy shit…” Tom muttered, wide-eyed. As he lowered his hands from his ears, he caught one of Dante’s droplets.

It wasn’t cream white like a normal man’s cum. It was blue colored, nearly glowing. Confused, the young man stared at it for awhile. Then Tom looked away, looking at his own mess. He nervously laughed, half embarrassed and half frightened.

“You guys are fuckin’ out there…” he mumbled.

Lying behind him, Seth watched Dante continue to convulse and ejaculate large streams of blue-colored semen, spraying them both. Seth forced more of Dante’s seed to come out, forming a fist and rapidly moving it up and down his length. Seth chuckled when the irregular man produced more for him. The chuckle grew more hysterical. Opening his mouth wide, Seth tried to catch as many droplets as he could, as if it were rain falling over them.

When the last of Dante’s seed showered them, Seth gazed at the broken mirrors. His eyes were crazy with amazement and pleasure. A lustful look on his face, Seth held the man next to him.

Dante was dead silent, completely taken by the powerful orgasm. He hadn’t anticipated his Devil awakening. Only a faint part of his will kept it at bay. Even then, it was difficult. It wanted to come out. It wanted to have the man with the angel’s face. Over and over again, Dante heard its mad voice scream to him. But Dante closed his eyes and allowed his climax to soothe him. It swirled and echoed throughout his entire body, straight to the tips of his toes.

Eventually, the veins that popped from his throat, hands, and cock receded. Dante tried to blink but failed. He felt Seth brush back hair from his face.

“Only I can own you,” Seth declared. “Only me. You’re mine. Mine.”

Exhausted, Dante’s red eyes faded to white to, finally, blue. His heart beat steadily. Dante couldn’t talk, only breath. Weakly, he touched Seth’s face, smearing it with his spilt blue Devil’s milk. He wanted to kiss him, to kiss the man that sent him over the edge. But he couldn’t. He was too tired.

Seth stood shortly after, gazing down at him with a strange look on his face. His black eyes stared deeply into him. Seth appeared both lustful and zealous.

Some time later, Dante managed to overhear many voices from the other room. Security officers were among the group now. Someone kicked the door again. By the time Dante was coherent and strong enough to sit up from the floor, Seth and the young Goth kid were gone. All that remained of them were the broken fragments of mirrors.
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