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Mistletoe	By : Blood_of_Dusk Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3080 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Mistletoe
- 2-Pt. 2
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A/N: Well, this is my last submission for today. I don't know why, but I couldn't just submit the whole thing in one chapter. But I'm happy to say I almost have all of my stories moved. I can't wait to have them all moved so I can have that off my back. I don't expect anyone to let me know if they saw any errors because no one ever does, but if you're a particularly helpful person, would you be so kind as to do that for me? I'm not asking you to proofread the whole story. Just tell me if you happen to notice an error while reading. That would be much appreciated as I am going to plan a day to edit all my stories, and that would make it easier. Thank you for your time and please R&R!
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When Dante pushed him roughly against the wall and palmed his groin a moment later, it seemed that was exactly what would happen. Nero threw his head back to thump against the window, pulling himself from Dante's lips with a wet suck as the halfbreed squeezed the bulge tenting his loose pajama pants. Nero had half a mind to counter the attack, but lips were soon nibbling and sucking on his neck, and he couldn't convince himself of any reason he should stop the wonderful attention.
"Shit." he breathed, feeling Dante chuckle against his neck. The hand palming his groin had begun to harshly rub his cock through his pants. Unknowingly, he had gripped Dante's biceps, digging his fingers into the skin and bucking his hips into Dante's hand. It felt amazing. The last time Nero had sex, it had been with Kyrie. Compared to this, that was nothing, and they hadn't even made it through the foreplay phase yet.
"You like that?" Dante growled. Nero's face twisted into a snarl, and he roughly fisted Dante's hair, tugging on the silken strands.
"Don't treat me like a woman." he ground out, glaring fire at the hunter. Dante chortled.
"Not treatin' you like a woman, baby." Dante breathed, squeezing Nero's hardened cock, tracing the outline of one side with his thumb. "You're all man." Nero's grip loosened, and Dante returned to biting harshly at his clavicle.
"Damn straight." the part-devil gasped. Dante's fingers found the zipper of the younger male's yellow hoodie, pulling it down slowly to reveal Nero's bare torso beneath. Once the jacket was open, Dante's hands were running all over the muscular ridges of Nero's taut abs and the thick muscles of his chest. As Dante's lips began to descend down the younger's chest, his hands slid down his sides to grasp his hips.
After a few wet kisses and nips down one pec, Dante's tongue discovered a nipple. He twirled and twisted his warm wetness around the dusky bud, elliciting a grunt from Nero. Pleasure spiked in his chest before it throbbed in his groin. When Dante took the stiffened nipple into his mouth, however, it became a constant buzz of pleasure in both areas. Dante sucked on the perked pebble, occasionally rasping his teeth over it or tugging it with a light bite. He switched to the other nipple a few moments later, making sure both were thoroughly abused before continuing his descent.
When Dante made it to the waistband of Nero's pants, leaving a wet trail of bruises in his wake, he met the younger hunter's lusty gaze as he pulled the pants from hanging loosely on his hips to laying bunched on the ground. Nero's cock sprung up to salute the hunter once it was free from its fabric prison. It was an angry red, pulsing with need and protruding forward to seek some form of stimulation. Dante smiled at the sight as he gripped the base tightly in his hand.
Staring up at Nero, Dante trailed his tongue up the underside of the younger man's cock. He repeated the action a few times, also wetting the sides before pulling Nero's fat length downward to lick from head to base along the top. Nero let his head fall slowly back, eyes drifting closed as they rolled back in his head. "Oh, yeah," he moaned breathily, "suck my cock."
"Yeah?" Dante answered in a raspy drawl, fisting Nero's dick while his tongue flicked at the head. He took the head into his mouth a moment later, sucking lightly on the smooth crown. Nero's fingers tangled in his hair once again, massaging his scalp encouragingly. Dante stuffed more into his mouth, taking as much as he could before moving his mouth back up to bob over the head a few times. He removed his mouth to beat Nero's engorged length against his cheek before finding the head with his tongue and taking it into his mouth once again.
Nero gasped as Dante began to bob his head on his cock, trying desperately to keep himself quiet. He was surprised to see Dante take him almost all the way in wondered if he had done this before. The thought of someone else, anyone else being inside Dante's silken, hot mouth made a possessive growl rumble out of Nero. His demon was selfish; it wanted this all to itself. Nero couldn't find any reason to object as Dante promptly deep-throated him. Letting out a strained grunt, Nero held Dante's head down, choking and gagging the older male for a moment before he let him up for air.
Frosty blue eyes that reminded Nero of the snow outside rolled up to look lustfully at him as the suction on his member continued. Nero couldn't tear his own eyes away and was left to stare back in mindless awe. Dante's eyes then slid closed again, dark lashes feathering over his cheekbones, and a hand was gliding up Nero's stomach. It stopped to play with his chest, pinching a nipple before squeezing Nero's pec. The part-devil watched as it then continued upward, and once it reached his mouth, Nero instinctively took two digits into his mouth.
Once he had sucked on Dante's fingers for a minute or two, the eldest hunter pulled them from his mouth and let his arm drop back down to his level. A knee was then nudging his legs farther apart, and Nero obediently spread them wider. A wet finger found his untouched hole, rubbing the tight pucker, slathering it with Nero's own saliva. Nero found himself getting harder at the new sensation, his balls drawing tighter.
A brief moment later, the finger was pushing up inside of him. Nero's muscles involuntarily resisted, but the tightening of his sphincter did little to hinder Dante's advancement. As the digit slid in to the hilt, Nero found himself suppressing a gasp as his body tensed, cock jerking in Dante's mouth. Just as quickly as it had slid inside, the finger was pulled out before it entered even quicker. Nero licked his lips at the pleasure, wanting more. He got more as Dante began to twist the fully submerged finger, moving it in and out in a corkscrew motion to loosen his muscles.
Once Dante felt Nero was loose enough, a second finger joined the first. Nero could feel the strain of the greater stretch on his virginal opening, but found himself liking the tingling it caused. Dante repeated the same motions with two fingers, gradually increasing his pace. He soon had Nero riding his slick fingers to occasionally feel the treasing brush of their tips against his newly found pleasure spot. Nero couldn't control the few tight moans that squeezed out of his throat. The heated moment continued until Dante deemed him ready, pulling his fingers from Nero's convulsing channel and his mouth from his throbbing cock.
Nero opened his eyes when he heard Dante rising to stand, meeting the halfbreed's feral gaze. His hands found Nero's hips to guide him to turn around, and Nero obediently spun to face the wind. Nero kicked his pants off his ankles before lifting one leg onto the windowsill. He would be afraid to do what they were currently doing in the window if it wasn't for the snow's whiteness allowing him to see that the streets were void of people.
Nero felt something hot and damp poke the back of his thigh as Dante gripped his left hip tightly. A moment later that same hard, wet flesh was nudging against his entrance. He couldn't supress the shudder that tore through him at the contact. He heard Dante spit into his hand and knew he was slicking his own cock so his entry wouldn't be so dry. Nero knew it was going to hurt, especially because they lacked proper lubricant, but found himself not caring. He wanted it, and that was all he cared about at the moment.
Then Nero's butt was on fire as Dante pushed inside. He steeled himself against the thick, throbbing intrusion, attempting as best he could to relax. It was a difficult task with the huge cock mercilessly splitting him open. Even as Nero grunted with pain of the expansion of his entrance, Dante continued to slowly slide inside. Nero was grateful for that, however. He wanted to adjust as soon as possible so that it could start feeling good.
Once Dante's entire dick was smothered inside him, Nero agreed to wait a moment for his muscles to loosen to accomodate the hunter's cock. It was much larger than he expected, and Nero thought now that a man of Dante's size probably wasn't the best choice for his first, but it wasn't like he would let another man fuck him. Dante was privileged.
"You ready?" Dante asked considerately. It was the first time he had spoken in awhile, and Nero was surprised at how low and gruff his voice had become.
"Yeah." Nero breathed back. Taking his cue eagerly, Dante slid out to the head before pushing back inside. He did the same thing over and over for awhile until his motions steadily became quicker. He was soon stabbing Nero's insides with his drooling prick, and the younger devil unconsciously pushed his round ass out to offer himself up. The feeling of Dante's long, thick shaft sliding in and out of him as it pulsed like a second heart made Nero pant uncontrollably. It penetrated him at a different angle with every reentry, and Nero briefly wondered why before he felt an amazing burst of pleasure surge from inside him.
"Ha!" he keened breathily, tossing his head back. Dante kept thrusting but seemed to be deliberately missing that spot, only prodding it occassionally before pretending as if he couldn't find it.
"Right there!" Nero gasped when Dante hit it again. The older male seemed to ignore him, however. Nero twisted his back and turned his neck to snarl back the red-clad devil. "I said... r-right there, goddammit!" he growled roughly. Dante chuckled before grabbing Nero's head with one hand and pressing his cheek forcefully against the glass. Nero bared his teeth briefly, but his mouth fell open in a silent cry when Dante obediently pounded his prostrate a moment later.
Reaching around to pump Nero's cock, Dante's pace rapidly became quick and hard. The younger male's eyes rolled back with a deep moan as he was fucked into the glass. He began to claw at the window with both human and demonic nails, seeking purchase vainly against the slick glass. When each hand found a section of window lattice to catch onto, he left them there, holding on desperately as if he would slide away if he didn't. Each of his pants became fog against the glass, and Dante's joined when the hunter rested his chin on Nero's shoulder. Nero turned to crush his lips against Dante's, biting roughly at the older male's bottom lip.
In turn, Dante did the same, drawing blood from Nero's own lips, which he drank eagerly. His pace had gone from the pounding of a hammer to the intensity of a damn jackhammer. Nero strained out uncontrollable moans, his drool streaming down the windowpanes. He felt his orgasm coming as his balls grew tighter, and his inner walls spasmed crazily. He could feel Dante's cock quiver and swell inside of him, and as the hunter's delicious groans of pleasure became short, raspy growls, he knew Dante was ready to tumble over the edge, too.
Dante's jerking hand sped up on his cock, and Nero couldn't have controlled his reaction to it if he had wanted to. He let out a rigid, gruff growl of completion, spurting his milky white release onto the glass. Dante strained out a long, deep groan next to his ear, Nero felt hot bursts of cum fill him.
With a contented sigh, the young hunter relaxed with the glass there to catch him. Dante pulled out of him before gently pulling his leg off the windowsill. It hurt to straigthen his leg out again after having it bent for so long, but Nero didn't have the energy to give any utterance of pain. Dante settled against him a moment later, and it seemed the hunter was just as spent as Nero felt each of the hunter's pants puff against his ear. As Nero felt sleep's welcoming embrace beckon him, Dante's arms hugged around him, pulling him off the windowsill and against Dante's chest. Somewhere Nero heard a bell signal the arrival of 12 AM. Soft lips pressed a tender kiss to his temple.
"Merry Christmas, Nero."
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