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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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Chapter II
Dante smiled feeling the warm body shift against his, Nero had rolled against him, a leg slung across Dante’s bare hips, an arm around his shoulders. Dante was completely innocent this time. He had done his very best to carry Nero upstairs – to his bed – without waking him after a lecture from Trish about putting his ‘toys’ away. There had been some more serious undertones to her ranting – one being that he was taking advantage of Nero’s ‘obviously confused’ state and the second that the boy had a girlfriend – which Dante would consider later when there wasn’t a warm body magnetized to his own as soon as he slid beneath the blankets.
            Nero nuzzled his head up under Dante’s chin, purring and whining like some small animal burrowing into its nest. The small sounds coming from the unconscious form were endearing as the boy finally seemed to relax against him. Dante wrapped an arm around the kid’s waist, his hand coming to rest on Nero’s butt, a finger slipping between the crack of his ass and feeling the cum – his cum – still leaking from the small hole. Okay so maybe Dante wasn’t so innocent. In fact the idea of his seed coating the boy’s bowls, filling him, just plain inside him was sending little electric shocks straight to Dante’s groin. It was proof that what had happened a couple of hours ago wasn’t just in his head, and that Nero was his. Some feral instinct he put down to his demonic side wanted to brand the kid in some way; tell everyone else to back off. It was a bizarre form of attachment, not love, just some natural impulses he couldn’t avoid, maybe it was because Nero was a demon too that it felt so strong with him. He cupped Nero’s firm buttock and squeezed a little hoping to bring the boy back to consciousness in the most pleasurable manner. Who knew, if he got the kid turned on before he was coherent enough for common sense to kick in there was always the possibility of a round two.
            Unaware of his actions Nero groaned and stretched leaning back into the hand squeezing his ass. Dante smiled and kissed the boy on the forehead nuzzling into the snow-drift of hair and breathing in Nero’s scent. The kid’s devil bringer lay across his chest, the scales oddly smooth against his bare skin, just hard enough to send another jolt of electricity down Dante’s spine as they brushed across his bare nipples. Dante had to suppress a moan as that leg roamed higher, stroking up and down his inner thigh. Dear god how could the kid do this to him when he wasn’t even awake?
            Dante could feel his erection building between his thighs, if the kid didn’t stop soon he was either going to have a very nasty awakening or Dante was going to have to relieve himself. The demon slayer much preferred the first option.
            “Nero,” Dante hissed, let his free hand brush some of the hair from the boy’s face. He planted light kisses on the boy’s jaw, nipping and sucking in place, just enough to penetrate his delirium. “Come on kid wake up.”
            To be honest they hadn’t been sleeping all that long. It would have probably been kinder to let Nero have some rest, regain his energy after that. Dante felt slightly bad about taking the kid’s virginity – at least in that way – he hadn’t thought about it too much until Trish pointed it out to him. If he had thought better about it maybe he could have made it more special, but then again it hadn’t exactly been planned.
            Nero’s eyelids fluttered and he groaned removing the hand from Dante’s chest to rub it across his eyes. He was comfortable with the skin of his devil bringer now, he hardly ever noticed which hand he was using – save for when he stabbed himself with a claw. “What? Where…?”
            “Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Dante asked genuinely concerned… or thoughtful enough to ask anyway which was just as good enough in Dante’s book.
            For Nero everything fell into place with a sickening clarity. The smell – the feeling of sweat and filth clinging to his skin; the presence next to him powerful, yet comforting... the hand squeezing his ass.
            “What the hell are you doing?” Nero yelped pulling away from the devil hunter’s lecherous hands. Dante was disappointed by the sudden lack of heat as Nero sat up staring at the demon slayer as though he’d grown an extra head.
            “What does it look like?” Dante grinned folding his arms behind his head on the pillow and shifting his head to watch the boy’s changing expression.
            “I… we…”
            “Bingo,” the elder man affirmed the boy’s fears sliding himself into a sitting position to catch Nero in case he bolted. Not that he’d get very far once he remembered he was stark naked.
            “You raped me…”
            “Hey hey whoa let’s not go throwing accusations around,” Dante leaned in towards Nero, his lips lingering just under the boy’s his large eyes staring up into Nero’s own. “You loved ever minute of it just as much as I did and don’t even try and deny it.” A hand snaked around Nero’s slim hips, pulled him back towards the centre of the bed. “Didn’t you Nero, when you were screaming my name, when you came for me; my cum’s still inside your tight little ass.”
            Dante trailed a finger up Nero’s abdomen, circled a rosy nipple watching as it grew erect beneath his touch.
            Nero bit back a groan and fought down a twinge of arousal, anger flaring in his eyes. “I’m fucking sore thanks to you so don’t even think about it.”
            “First time’s always difficult,” Dante acknowledged truthfully. “Second and third can be painful too, but you get used to it soon.” ‘Specially if you have a sadist for a bed partner.
            Nero’s face drained of colour as the elder man carried on in his advances. “What about Kyrie?” He tried to pull away from Dante, the man wouldn’t let him. Dante didn’t need the kid running off hating him, that wouldn’t make things right. “You made me cheat on her…”
            “Nero I didn’t make you do anything,” Dante answered truthfully. He would have never forced the boy into anything, tried to open his eyes a little, compel him even, but never force him. Being on the receiving end of that bargain one too many times made you appreciate these things. “But don’t worry about her, I’m not gonna tell, not the jealous type.”
            “So I’m just a cheap fuck to you then is that it?” Nero hissed voice sounding oh so slightly hurt. He didn’t know whether he wanted to hit the older man or kiss him. Dante was such a juxtaposition of everything he believed in, he hated how Dante could make him feel two completely different emotions at once.
            “Entirely up to you kid,” Dante replied nonchalantly. “I never meant to mess up your relationship, that’s not my game. I’m just making sure you’re honest with yourself. You’ve gotta see what’s out there before you’re tied down and there’s no use dating a chick if you bat for the other side right?”
            Nero simply stared at him unable to speak, the complete arrogance of it, the cocky assurance in everything he did…
            “Look I know you love her I see that,” Dante continued on with his explanation. “But you’ve got to ask yourself why you love her, how you love her. And I’m not even asking you to make a decision; you won’t hurt my feelings at all if you go back to her. In fact I expect you to because you’re a good guy.”
            Nero bowed his head, hands in his lap, brow creased. “So what am I to you then?”
            Dante shrugged. “Friend, lover, fuck buddy if you prefer.”
            Nero shook his head slowly confused. He’d never felt such a mix of emotions, it was so much easier when everything was in simple black and white.
            “Well look kid, I’ve got something I need to deal with, are you planning on helping or not?” Dante asked slyly gauging the boy’s reaction as his eyes travelled down to Dante’s hips beneath the covers.
            It took him a moment to reply, thinking. “My ass is too sore right now.”
            Dante smiled brushing the back of his hand across the boy’s fair cheek. “Well I do love that pretty mouth of yours,” he teased, pressing his fingers against Nero’s lips until the boy took them into his mouth with some hesitation sucking them hard and running his tongue across the man’s finger tips. Dante grunted and his breath hitched then he changed his mind, removed his hand from the cavity of Nero’s mouth. “I’ve got a better idea kid, lesson number two.”
            Nero looked apprehensive and swallowed the sound clear in the room.
            Dante smiled letting his hand run across Nero’s jaw down his throat, trailing saliva in its wake. “It’s your turn to take me isn’t it? You need to see what both sides of the coin are like before making a proper decision eh?”
            “Take you?” Nero’s eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat. The idea of dominating the bold man before him was both frightening and exhilarating at the same time. His semi-hard erection jumped with anticipation as he surveyed the man below him in a completely different light. He’d never had a man, he assumed it would be the same as a woman, but he knew there had to be a difference no matter how subtle.
            “Yeah, know you’re not a virgin, you’ve fucked a girl before right? Well same principal only you can be as rough as you like, well with me anyway,” Dante answered leaning back against the pillows a little to see if the kid would truly be able to take the lead without his help. “You don’t have to worry about hurting me or telling me you love me, just fuck me.” Dante spread his legs beneath the sheets to emphasize his point.
            That was all the invitation Nero needed, he pulled the sheets away, leaving them both completely naked on the bed. He straddled the man, nearly sitting on Dante’s shoulders as he pressed the tip of his semi-hard erection against his mouth. Dante didn’t need prompting, he opened his mouth and allowed the boy to thrust in to the back of his throat, sucking and licking the column of flesh invading his mouth. Nero moaned gripping Dante by the hair and forcing more of himself into the hot cavity.
            Dante’s hands came up to grip Nero’s hips, it was an awkward position and he didn’t need the boy getting too carried away. He could roll them over, pin Nero on his back, but he didn’t want to. This was about Nero fucking him and he hadn’t found someone he was willing to let do that in a long time. He wasn’t going to intervene at all, pretend he was helpless and see what the kid came up with. Dante couldn’t deny that when he was with a good partner he enjoyed bottoming as much as being on top. His erection hardened at the thought a thrill running up his spine. He remembered being bound, helpless beneath an abusive lover. He didn’t expect the kid to go quite that far, but the idea made him shiver and moan around the cock in his mouth.
            “Fuck,” Nero breathed his erection now complete as that tongue wrapped itself around his length, sucking and squeezing drawing him further into that hot mouth, his lips around the base of his straining cock. His finger slid through Dante’s platinum locks, fisted themselves in his hair as he fought the urge to thrust into the delicious heat. The older man’s hands found the cheeks of his ass, squeezed tightly and prevented him from delving any further. Nero was trying to remain in control, to dominate, but he had a feeling Dante was still very much the one in command as he arched his back and let out a long drawn out moan. He was going to have to fix that. He didn’t want Dante thinking that he was a wimp or that he wanted to be on the bottom all the time. He wanted to give as good as he got, he wanted that dirty mouth screaming by the time he’d finished with the cocky demon slayer.
            His eyes scoured the night stands, searching for something, anything as he reached across to grip the head board trying to force himself further into the heat of Dante’s mouth. Dante hadn’t quite been expecting that, his grip on Nero’s hips tightened as he choked on the thick length hitting the back of his throat. Nero smiled evilly, let Dante suffocate a second longer as his throat constricted around his cock then pulled away, tearing the man’s hands from his hips.
            Dante had to hand it to the kid; he was cleverer than he had thought. There was a second of surprise as spots danced in front of his vision, then a slap of leather and a sibilant hiss as the restraint snapped into place. Dante tugged at his bound hands confused, trying to figure out how Nero had moved so fast and putting it down to the demonic arm. His wrists were now secured to the head board with his own leather belt, the metal clasp bound tight around the iron bars at the head of his bed. Oh he could break the bonds if he truly wanted to, but ruin his favorite belt…
            Nero was on top of him then, straddling his waist now and bending forwards to steal his mouth in a sloppy kiss, hips rolling over Dante’s own, straining erections rubbing together. Dante met the tongue invading his mouth with equal force, growling into the kiss and bucking his hips. Nero hadn’t quite won yet and he meant to show him that as he kept the tongue trying to gain entrance to his mouth at bay. Then the boy ran that clawed hand up his chest, pinched a pebbled nipple and Dante gasped into the kiss giving Nero the chance to slip his tongue inside, biting into the flesh of Dante’s lips.
            When the boy finally retreated for air they were both panting, Dante’s muscles strained against the restraint, lips smeared with his own blood eyes dark. “It appears I under-estimated your abilities.” He grinned trying not to remember the last time he’d said that to the boy, under much different circumstances.
            Nero growled, leaned in to nip and suck along Dante’s jugular, biting into the flesh at his collar bone. Dante’s breathing hitched and more electricity coursed down his spine. Nero’s tongue probed the wound, bit deeper into his flesh until ribbons of red rolled down past his lips. Dante winced in the slight pain, feeling heat shoot to his groin, his head tilting back, long neck exposed in a show of submission. He moaned deep in his throat when Nero’s human hand slipped between their bodies, lifted one muscled thigh aside so that he could lay more comfortably between the elder man’s legs. Dante complied wrapping his strong leg around Nero’s waist, tilting his body teasingly into the head of Nero’s cock.
            The younger male growled, slid down Dante’s chest, pinched a nipple and sucked the other into his mouth loving the way the man’s eyes slid shut and his body arched into his warm mouth muscles flexing as he fought against the restraint.
            “Nngh Nero,” Dante hissed breathlessly. If this was the way he reacted when that tongue was only working on his chest he didn’t dare to think what it would feel like when the boy made his way lower…
            When he did Dante let out a breath moan as Nero placed a kiss on the tip of his shaft. Then he wrapped his human hand around Dante’s cock, giving him a long slow lick around the head, collecting the droplets of pre-cum there. Dante’s eyes had shut again, his head thrown back, he wanted to touch the boy, to fist his hands in his hair, but he couldn’t. Instead he wrapped his legs around Nero’s back, urged him forwards with strong thighs. Nero couldn’t deny that he loved it, having the mighty demon slayer writhing beneath his touch, his own cock jumped at the mere thought. He was going to make Dante scream, come just for him and then they’d see who belonged to who.
            “Open your eyes and watch me Dante,” Nero said with a tone of command in his voice, watching as Dante’s lust filled eyes slid open to gaze at him longingly. Dante fought the urge to shut his eyes again when Nero finally took him into his mouth and slid down the length of his cock.
            “Oh fuck Nero,” Dante groaned, wanting more than ever to touch the boy, his muscles tensing and his hips arching into that warm mouth.
            Nero was nervous, sure, he’d never pleasured anyone in this way before, but there was something there which seemed so natural. He remembered what Dante had done to him, the way his hot tongue licked and sucked and writhed against the head of his own needy flesh and carefully followed that procedure. From the reaction he was getting he guessed he was doing a good job. He bobbed his head, taking as much of Dante in without choking himself – hands clamped onto Dante’s bucking hips to stop him from doing anything Nero wasn’t quite ready for – then sucked all the way back up to the very tip of the elder man’s cock, swirling his tongue around the swollen head.
            His hand slipped lower to play with Dante’s balls teasingly; massaging the hot sacks between his fingers, earning a cry from the man beneath him, before traveling further still, slipping between the cleft of his ass and fingering Dante’s puckered entrance. The man groaned as a finger circled his hole idly, trying to get up the courage to work a little deeper as he investigated the tight opening. Dante tried to thrust onto the finger, needing something, anything inside him now before he went mad.
            “Nero,” Dante hissed as the boy finally slid a dry finger inside. It was painful, but Dante wasn’t coherent enough to distinguish between the pleasure of his aching cock and the pain in his ass. “Oh god…”
            Nero smiled, pulled away from his ministrations at Dante’s cock to watch the man straining beneath him. He slipped another finger into Dante’s tight ass, feeling his own cock harden at the thought of being imbedded deep inside that velvet heat. It was different to a woman, so impossibly different. The ring of muscle clamped impossibly tight around his probing fingers as he pushed deeper into the man’s ass, stroking the walls and searching for that spot inside he knew was there, had felt when Dante’s cock was ripping into his own ass. Disappointed in his task he forced a third finger inside and was both dismayed and aroused by a pained cry which forced it’s way between Dante’s clenched teeth. He suddenly realized he’d been finger fucking the man dry, despite Dante’s assurances that he wouldn’t hurt him it must have been painful especially when Dante was so impossibly tight.
            “Am I hurting you?” He asked genuinely concerned, watching Dante’s flushed face.
            Dante sucked in a breath. “No, kid you can’t hurt me even if you tried. Now hurry up and fuck me”
            Nero scowled, hating the cocky expression on the man’s face. Well if he wanted it this way then he was going to have it this way.
            “You want this huh?” Nero hissed, reaching down to fist his own cock in his hand. He may not have been Dante’s size, but he wasn’t far off. “You want my huge cock pounding into your tight ass?”
            Dante let out a bark of a laugh. “Jeez kid you’re really getting into this aren’t you?”
            Nero twisted his fingers in the man’s ass earning a startled gasp from the man below him. “You’re the one into all this kinky shit I’m just doing what you want.” His voice lowered, dropped to a whisper as he finally pulled out of the man and slid back up so he could whisper huskily into Dante’s ear, the weeping head of his shaft pressing teasingly against the tight hole. “Now tell me you want my cock in your ass.”
            “God Nero,” Dante hissed trying to push down onto Nero’s cock, feeling the boy’s free hand teasing the head of his erection with feather light touches. “Fuck me; I want you inside me now.”
            Nero grinned. “No you want my huge cock pounding into your tight ass.”
            “Just get on with it you little punk,” Dante growled, bucking his hips.
            Nero rolled his eyes, but consented knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere. He gave no warning as he rammed inside the man below him, shoving his way in until he was buried up to the hilt. Dante let out a cry, head hanging back eyes wide. Nero in turn released a breathy moan; it felt so damn good, better than a woman. He didn’t know why, but he wasn’t really all that bothered right now either. Maybe it was the power, anger, boiling beneath him, his sudden ability to tame something so wild. Like riding a bull; seeing how long you could stay on before it bucked you off.
            “Fucking sadist,” Dante panted around the pain of his abused hole as Nero picked up a violent pace, gripping his hips with a bruising force.
            “Masochist,” Nero quipped leaning in above the man’s lips to whisper into his mouth. “You fucking love it.” When Dante cried out again Nero’s lips curled into a grin. “Am I hurting you yet?”
            Dante shook his head slightly panting as Nero’s thrusts escalated, wrapping his thighs around the boy’s waist to invite a deeper entry. “Like I said… you can’t hurt me… kid…”
            “Oh we’ll see,” Nero growled and Dante only just registered what was happening a moment too late. A blue glow shimmered across Nero’s skin and he triggered.
            This time Dante screamed, the cock in his ass swelled and the force of the thrusts doubled, Nero’s clawed nails digging into his hips. He tried to ignore the pain as he was torn open, the fact that it felt like there were two cocks in his as rather than one. He didn’t know how Nero’s bizarre trigger/phantom thing worked and was a little too distracted to figure it out for himself. It was there, hovering above Nero though, a strange voyeur as it mimicked Nero’s actions. He hated to say it, think it, whilst Nero was fucking his brains out – or at least attempting to – but it did look a hell of a lot like Vergil.
            He tried to ignore the thought, push it to the back of his mind, concentrate on the pain, anything other than thinking about that reopening so many old wounds at a time like this and quite possibly hurting the kid as well. That was until Nero spoke in a voice that was and wasn’t his own. An echoed snarl which forced Dante’s eyes back to the boy and away from the specter just to make sure the kid was speaking.
            “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, you little whore,” Nero snarled, staring into Dante’s shocked eyes with his now bright red ones. His thrusts had slowed a little, punctuated every now and then by a painfully hard roll of Nero’s hips. “You haven’t been fucked like this in ages, you’re loving it aren’t you?”
            “Nero?” Dante asked with a hint of hesitation in his voice. If this was a game it was going a little too far. Not that Dante wasn’t into games he just didn’t like it when he didn’t know whether someone was screwing with him or not.
            The boy didn’t answer; instead he pulled out of Dante, making the older man whine at both the pain of the withdrawal and the sudden loss. Before Dante could make a coherent protest Nero flipped him over, his bound hands twisting awkwardly, straining his back as his face hovered above the mattress. He panted around the pain in his ass and his screaming muscles, waited for Nero to re-enter him half wishing for the boy to go back to his normal self, the other wanting to know where this was going. Nero was right, Dante was a masochist, and he had a feeling he was going to get off on whatever Nero’s more carnal side planned on doing to him.
            Then there was a body sliding over his own, putting more pressure on his aching arms as something blunt nudged between the cleft of his ass. “You’d beg me for it wouldn’t you?” The hiss wasn’t Nero; he knew it wasn’t the kid he knew this – this feeling of helplessness – all too well. He screwed his eyes tight shut, shook his head until it hurt his shoulders too much.
            “No,” he hissed, not an objection to the previous question, but to the speaker, the impossibility. It was his head playing tricks on him, Nero had always reminded him just that little bit of Vergil, but heck he’d reminded Dante of himself too. And he couldn’t do this to the kid, couldn’t let his own insane fantasies hurt Nero. “No, no no, this isn’t happening.”
            “Oh it is Dante so you’d better enjoy it,” the voice hissed in his ear. It was only speaking words Vergil had spoken to him before, forced his mind back to all those times his twin had taken him. In the tower, some forgotten church yard a year earlier, in a back alley up against a wall when Dante had been living on the streets with no where to run. It could all be in his head, the memories simply triggered by Nero’s obviously similar looks. He could finally be loosing his marbles – maybe Nero was doing a better job of screwing his brains out than he had previously thought…
            Then he let out a long low moan as the boy’s huge cock pressed against his ass, deliberately missed the entrance and slid between his dripping cheeks. It passed through over and over again, driving Dante mad with longing as he pushed back into the body behind him.
            “Remember the first time I took you Dante? You were begging for it,” the voice continued as Dante desperately tried to shut it out of his mind. He yelped when the specter’s hands went to his nipples, circling them before squeezing the erect buds, then a hand trailed up his throat, shoved two transparent fingers inside his mouth. Dante tried to bite down, it proved impossible, the digits far too hard to make a dent in, exploring his mouth invasively.
            “It was a shame I wasn’t your first, but the idea that you were accustomed to such a personal intrusion was almost satisfying,” the head of the swollen shaft finally slid inside Dante’s ass and the man moaned around the fingers in his mouth. “After all what would mother have said? Her golden boy sinking so low, no better than a whore. I watched you with another man, a customer I suppose you could call it seeing as he pressed some coins into your hand, but it was clearly rape, the way you quivered and cried.”
            A hard thrust back inside Dante’s abused hole and he cried out, a familiar anger boiling in the pit of his stomach as he relived this memory again. Remembered when Vergil hissed the fowl words into his ear at the very apex of Temin-Ni-Gru. When the man above him began to ride him into the mattress he heard himself moaning and whimpering beneath the punishing pace. Hated himself for the sounds, shame and humiliation washing over him even though he knew he was alone now. It was in his head, these were nightmares, not real, it wasn’t happening. He needed Nero back, not some phantom to haunt him.
            “You taught yourself to love it,” the voice above him snarled, punctuated with a hard thrust to Dante’s prostrate which sent a wanton moan from the elder man’s lips. “And I loved making you feel like that whore again knowing you wanted to escape those memories. Tearing into your tight lass, reminding you how sick you were.”
            Dante cried out as the head of Nero’s cock stimulated his sweet spot mercilessly, and the hand at his chest slipped lower to fist his weeping erection.
            “And now I’m going to make you hate yourself all over again.”
            Dante shook his head helplessly. He wouldn’t go so far as to say he was being raped, but something here was so terribly wrong. He didn’t want it like this. After waiting for someone he trusted enough to let them take him it had all bottled down to this…
            A thumb flicked across the head of his cock, teased the hood of skin, massaged all the way down to the base and cupped his straining balls kneading the sacks gently. The cock in his ass pounded into him, shredding his opening. Dante was screaming everything and anything, loving and hating the moment all at the same time as he was brought to his peak, jerking between the cock in his ass and the hand around his own straining erection.
            Then the voice was back at his ear, hissed in a commanding whisper. “Come for me Dante.”
            And he did, screaming his brother’s name and biting down on the fingers in his mouth, eyes screwed tight shut head thrown back. Streams of hot semen spurted across the ghostly hand, stained the sheets below him and sprayed up his belly, droplets hitting his chin and lips. He was boneless, only Nero’s hands on his hips keeping him upright as Nero rode him through the oblivion. The boy’s thrusts became erratic as Dante’s muscles clamped down around his cock, the tight heat becoming impossibly tighter around his engorged shaft. He thrust in a few more times, desperately, until finally he came inside the elder man, crying his own release into the room.
            Dante was only partially aware of the hot cum coating his insides, dribbling from his over-stuffed hole. He didn’t quite register when the hand around his cock and the fingers in his mouth finally disappeared. His head was buzzing, muscles screaming at him for respite as Nero continued to thrust shallowly inside him, panting heavily as he came down from his orgasm.
            It took Nero a while to open his eyes, see clearly through the haze which had engulfed his mind. He was barely aware of what had happened after he triggered, only that he had just had one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of his life. When he finally pulled out of Dante he was dismayed to see blood, a lot of blood. He had torn the man open and now his seed dribbled down between the man’s thighs mixed with heavy traces of sanguine. Dante was shaking and twitching with exertion, a cool sweat running down his back whilst he crouched on splayed knees his bound wrists the only thing which stopped him from collapsing completely.
            “Oh god,” Nero hissed, he didn’t know if he’d hurt the elder man badly, but Dante’s unusual quietness was scaring the shit out of him. “Dante are you alright?”
            Dante groaned shifting slightly in the uncomfortable position. “Just untie me.”
            Nero nodded and hurried to obey, slipping from the bed and fighting with the tough leather of Dante’s belt until the clasp came undone and the man’s bound hands were finally released. Dante slumped forwards when his only support was removed, before pulling himself upright ignoring the blood which had caked around his wrists. He shifted onto his side facing away from Nero. He felt slightly sick; he didn’t think he could look at the boy. What if he knew? He didn’t want Nero to know anything about him and Vergil, his brother was a stain on his life which refused to come clean. He’d hoped that maybe he’d found something with Nero which – wasn’t love, wasn’t necessarily pure, but worth hanging on to none the less. If he had ruined everything just now…
            Nero watched Dante numbly, this time there wasn’t the bliss of aching muscles and succumbing to sleep. He felt awful; blood was still leaking from between Dante’s buttocks and staining the sheets around his thighs. The older man wasn’t moving, but he wasn’t asleep either, back tensed. Nero could almost feel the rejection coming from his bed partner. Had he done something wrong? Dante had said Nero wouldn’t hurt him, but maybe he’d taken that too seriously.
            “Dante,” Nero licked his lips apprehensively. “You’re not mad at me are you?”
            Dante shook his head, swiped at some of the cum on his chin with his free hand. He felt dirty and used, but he didn’t know why. He had just relived some of the more scarring memories in his life and he didn’t know whether it was all in his head or not. How did he know it wouldn’t happen again? Unprovoked next time?
            “No kid, why would I be?” He asked nonchalantly.
            “But you don’t look alright Dante,” Nero said hesitantly still studying the older man’s outline in the dark room. He hadn’t climbed into the bed yet for fear that Dante would kick him out.
            Dante rolled over onto his back, pulled himself into a sitting position, knees drawn up slightly to stem the pain in his ass – even though the skin was already healing itself, knitting back together seamlessly. Nero tried to ignore the fact that he looked slightly fragile in the pale moonlight; even with the rippling muscles beneath his smooth flesh Dante still looked far younger than he was at the moment.
            “It’s just been a while okay?” Dante asked hoping the boy would get the message that he didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to be feeble and he didn’t want Nero to think he was either.
            “I was too rough wasn’t I?” Nero asked crestfallen as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
            Dante let out a bark of a laugh. “Too rough? With me? Jeez no,” he really didn’t want the kid to get that impression; he didn’t want him to feel bad either. “I’m practically healed already, I’m fine.”
            Nero looked across at him disbelievingly. “If you say so.”
            Dante flashed him a smile, trying to shake off the depressing atmosphere in the room. Why did it all suddenly feel so serious?
            “Trust me,” he nodded, leaned in to steal a kiss from the boy’s rosy lips. They were soft and pliant against his own allowing him to slide a tongue into Nero’s mouth as he pulled him further into the bed, down against the pillows. Nero’s tongue battled against his own, quickly succumbing to his dominant sparing partner, tasting cum on Dante’s lips and wondering idly who it belonged to.
            When they finally parted Nero’s cheeks had flushed a shade of pink which Dante forced himself not to tease the boy about. He wrapped an arm around the kid, the other hand seeking out the covers and drawing it up around their bodies as he settled into the pillows. He’d worry about getting them cleaned up later; right now he was too exhausted.
            He felt Nero’s lips on his own again as sleep rushed up to meet him. The boy’s feather soft kisses running along his jaw, across his cheek, his closed eyes. And as he fell into the embrace of sleep he made one of the bigger mistakes of his life.
            “Vergil.”
            The whisper was clear in the silent room as Dante drifted into delirium. Nero stilled his ministrations feeling something in his chest twist painfully as he regarded Dante’s sleeping form. He pulled away, half felt like running from the room, but resisted the urge when he felt Dante’s arm around his waist. Instead he rolled over, stared at the opposite wall and willed for sleep to take away the memory of that treacherous word.

A/N: So in my opinion the first couple of chapters are pretty much okay the way they are, maybe with a couple of little tweaks, but okay. Yes it's a bit dark and squicky, but that was the point of the fic I believe so I don't want to go messing with my original intent. It's only when I get to chapter 6+ I feel I need a rewrite. I wish I had a proper copy of this saved though as the files on my PC are messed up with ends and beginnings of chapters running into one another and pieces doubling up where I have rewritten bits before I posted them the first time - if anyone who is still on here ever saved my chapters it would be a godsend to have them, but I think that's just wishful thinking (or am I the only one who saves whole fics when I love them?) All in all I am rather lamenting the loss of my former account and stories considering that the fandom is somewhat less active now and using the old reviews I had to structure a better rewrite would really help. Perhaps the emails are lurking in an old inbox somewhere... However, having said that thank you for reading and the attention I have been given! I am very fond of the fandom and this fic and I cannot believe I began it nearly five years ago! Gosh I feel old!!
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