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Consequences: A Story of Love, Trust and Betrayal	By : Kakashifan727 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 4089 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or any other fandoms portrayed in this fanfiction. I will list a disclaimer for each fandom that will appear in later chapters. All copyrighted properties are owned by their creators. I make no money off this work

Chapter List
- 1-Consequences: A Story of Love, Trust and Betrayal
- 2-The Demon Within
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or Gintama. The series and characters are owned by Capcom and Shounen Jump, along with the series creator respectively. I make no money off of this work and it is only for enjoyment.

A/N: I have no knowledge of the series; I tried watching it and did not find it appealing, even though Gin is voiced by Sugita. I do like the manga though for some reason, only on vol 4. Gonna give the anime another try later.

Tags: DantexOC(Reader)xGintoki, Vanilla, Anal, Threesome Foreplay, Handjob(Female giving to Male), PWP, Fluff, Language

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You push forward, both of your hands on the wet cloth propelling it across the floor. The dark wood finish shines as you move over it, being covered in dust only a few minutes ago. You'll need to get it with polish in order for it to keep that shine, but water will work for now. Besides, that stuff smells and you don't need a headache. Same with using magic to clean; this work is easy enough that you can do it without the need for fancy tricks. You don't want to use magic too much anyway, having been tired out more easily in the last few weeks. You've been feeling a bit off the past few weeks, and using magic only makes the feelings worse; could you be sick, you wonder? Overusing magic does strain the body, and you have been using it a lot in your classes and training. You sigh, taking the discolored rag you are using to clean the floor and dipping it into the bucket next to you. The warm water feels good on your hands as you submerge the cloth, but only lasts for a few seconds before you take it out of the water and wring it so it doesn't drip everywhere.

“You're still doing that? I thought you'd be done already...” Dante complains, watching you as he takes a slice of pizza out of the box. You stare at him and shake your head, focusing on the box of pizza for a second. You kind of want a slice, but it's not yours to have; besides you've been trying to go on a diet anyway. It's not like your overweight yet, but you have been gaining weight for not watching what you've been eating these past couple months. You inwardly sigh; eating instant ramen and frozen dinners three times a week probably was the cause. There isn't much you can do about it though, since you have to watch your budget. Paying rent and taxes was a pain in the ass; you feel like you barely have enough money to survive, let alone splurge. You were hoping to buy a present for Sensei as well, so you've been saving up for that. It was more of a spontaneous thought than anything; you figure he'd like it. You've been going out for four or about five months, yet because of the circumstances, haven't had too much time to yourselves in a while. You thought it would be a nice thing to do. In order to do that though, you've been working a bit more than usual, for longer hours, and that means the two of you couldn't see each other as much.

“Sorry. I'm trying to do this without using magic. It's gonna take a bit longer tha--” You start to reply, an apologetic look on your face, but then you both hear a knock at the door. The place is so quiet that it's almost loud, a sharp rapping series of taps, Dante grunts, swiveling his chair to get up and walk toward the door. You just continue to clean the floor, noticing a couple spots that you missed or didn't polish thoroughly enough. You wonder if it's a customer, but from Dante's tone of voice, it doesn't sound like it. Then again, he usually is gruff with anybody; even customers. It surprises you how there are people still coming back after he treated the last few people to come in; though this city doesn't have much in the way of police force, much less one for investigating supernatural incidents involving ghosts and demons. If anyone came to the police for that kind of stuff, they'd probably be ignored or laughed at. Funnily enough, you were a customer here before he decided to take you in as part time. You remember one time you needed help with a similar type of situation, and the police just brushed you off.

“Cotton candy head, again? Whaddaya want this time?” Dante jeered, his face contorting into a mocking grin. The other man at the door, whom you couldn't see well because of the angle and Dante's taller frame, seemed to get angry at the other man's statements. You move further away from the pair, not wanting to really eavesdrop, and go into a different room. You try to focus on the cleaning the objects in the room, which vary from things like amulets and jars with various shapes and patterns. Some are even weapons, mostly blades but a few guns and other odd ones that don't look like they would be wielded by conventional means. You meant to do this room last, since cleaning all the objects was a pain, but it doesn't matter now. You pick up a jar and start to dust it off, noticing the odd tingle of magical energy enter your hand as it touches you. You can still hear the two men talking, however.

“You're kinda rude, you know that? The name's Gintoki, for the last time! Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to help me out with something...Sad to say, our own agency can't deal with it ourselves. I don't like it, but I'm gonna need your help with this one.” The man with the poofy, light blue hair answered, trying to keep his cool and pride intact.

“Alright, come inside the--” Dante offered, opening the door wider and then shutting it with a loud bang. You barely notice the two men talking, as another voice has invaded your senses as if almost out of nowhere. Droplets of blood plip onto the floor, dripping from your cut hand where the jar once was. It now lays at your feet broken in pieces, as your own blood pools around the mess. You feel a sharp pain in your head, causing you to drop the wet cloth and grip your temples in a desperate attempt to rub them. Maybe that would make the pain go away. You don't care that your hands are covered in your blood and matting your hair, the sticky red substance flowing from your hands to your face. The pain burns behind your eyelids, almost sinking itself into your brain. Keep calm. I know what to do here. This isn't the first time, nor will it be the last these bastards pester me. You concentrate, trying to focus your own magical energy to push out the intruders; it doesn't work, their energy quite stronger than your own because you have been using magic often. You are frustrated at yourself, something this small shouldn't be a problem to drive out, and you're confused as to why you're having so much trouble. You feel your hand moving on your own, the taste of your own blood on your lips. It's a nasty, metallic flavor, yet some part of your feels giddy at tasting the crimson liquid.

“Not bad. You've pushed me out this much, despite being so tired and weak.” You hear your mouth speak, though the voice is not yours. It is much too high and feminine; you're sure your voice was deeper. The pain in your head is so great now that all you can see is the flashing of lights inside your head. Your eyes feel as if they have rolled back into themselves, your body unnaturally rigid as it attempts to stand up. You hear a grunt come out of your own mouth, one of your arms almost failing wildly as it reaches for the door.

“Forgot how hard it is to possess someone....must be getting rusty. Don't worry, you and I are going to be great pals---eh? I felt something odd for a sec there...Don't try to resist me, honey. I'm gonna enjoy using your body, hehehe!” The voice cackles, opening the door as it clumsily walks through to the other room. Dante and Gintoki were in the middle of having a casual discussion, both calmly seated on chairs with neutral expressions. Gintoki is the first to notice, as he is looking in your direction, his eyes wide as his mouth opens to let out an exclamation of shock.

“T-that's not normal, right? What the hell!?”

Dante turns around at the other man's question, his face wearing a look of shock before his eyes narrow at you.

“Are you serious? I thought I felt something off...This is gonna be a pain,” he mutters, stroking his chin with his hand as he stares at you. You just keep moving forward, unable to do anything except stare ahead, and even that proving difficult. It feels almost as if you are being weighed down by rocks or lead, every limb sluggish and impossible for you to control. You almost feel numb, barely feeling the wood floor on your feet as they move on their own. You hardly feel the rough grip of a hand on your wrist, causing you to turn around to see Dante staring at you intensely.

“Clearly possession. Interesting. It's gotten that deep inside, in what, three minutes? Kid, you might be more trouble than I thought...” he trails off, one of his fingers coming right near your eye. You follow it as it moves back and forth, Dante nodding as he moves it away from you. Gintoki just gets up from his seat, his arms folded as he tries to understand what is going on.

“Alright. The kid's possessed; nothing I haven't seen a couple times before either. Though, after being this far in, shouldn't she be acting more...odd?” He asks, the white haired man slowly dragging you off to sit on the couch. You are plopped down, your body fighting every inch of the way as it kicks, scratches, and scrapes against the floor. You inwardly pout, noticing the bastard demon has ruined your hard work. Dane isn't even fazed by its feeble attacks, enhanced though they are with demonic strength, the exertion making your body tired. You feel as if you could fall asleep right now, but a voice in the back of your mind warns you that would be bad idea. That's the demon coercing you into giving up total control of your body; if you did that, it would be almost impossible to get it back. You attempt to move your mouth to speak, feeling numb as your words slur out like a drunk.

“Geeht...diis...fuuhker...out! Yuuu caahnn doo that, yeeuh?”

“I know. The problem is, how do we get it out without hurting you irreparably? It would help if we knew what kind of demon it was...” He responds, fiercely holding your chin with his hand. You feel his cold blue eyes pour into you, like they are searching for something. The pain in your rekindles at this, reaching a new ferocity. You feel as if your skull is going to split in two, and have to keep from screaming right in Dante's face. The most you let out is a small shriek, as your hand moves of it own accord once again. One of Dante's eyes shift, watching your hand move forward, its fingers extended as it reached out to touch his chest. You barely feel your fingers rub the spot for a few seconds, then trail down his abdomen, feeling his six pack through his thin shirt. Your hand just stops there, still firmly pressed against that spot. Your face feels red and slightly hot; this isn't something you would do. A cackle erupts from your mouth, your eyes opening wide as your hand now moves to grabs onto his pants, forcing your fingers in the spot between his waistband and underwear. You are mortified; your hand shaking violently as you try to pull it out, but to no avail. It just quivers like jello, and stays there, your breathing almost stopping completely from the embarrassment of the moment.

“Well, I think I know what the problem is. It seems to be a succubus of some sort. No way in hell it's Nevan; I keep her and a few others locked up tight...Probably just a lower class loser.” Dante explains, using his one free hand to easily remove your from his pants.

You don't even respond, your face beet red as you turn your eyes away. It's great that he figured it out, but what does that mean for you, exactly? You try to ask a question, your words as mushy as ever. Talking itself is proving very difficult for you, so you try to keep your words short.

“G-great...diis ting...huuuoh...?” You can barely speak, not even able to finish what you're trying to say. The pain is greater now, more sharp and pinpointed at the front of your skull.

“Basically, we have to tire it out so it can be extracted without hurting you as much. It'll hurt, but not as much as if we tried to get out right now,” Dante replies, loosening his grip on one of your hands. You're still trying to process this information when you see a shock of light blue hair pop up from behind the older man.

“Wait a minute, when did I get involved in this? Tch, too late to back out now, I guess... So exorcising this thing isn't gonna work? Seeing as it's a type of sex demon, I bet you have to...” Gintoki stops short, his pale face turning slightly red as he looks away from you.

“Like I said, unless we want to irreparably damage the kid, we need to weaken it first. Fighting it is a no-no, since that will hurt the kid's body, mind and possibly soul. The same with exorcisms; besides, that doesn't even work on demons like this anyway since it has a host now and gained bodily control. Possibly even mentally as well, though she seems to be holding on,” Dante explained, turning to the other man.

“It's in there quite deep. Honestly, I'm just hoping that if we fuck it out, it'll take our sexual energy and leave the kid alone. Succubi usually go away when they've had enough; though using a human body to do the deed is quite rare. It might be attracted to the kid's magical potential or something else.“ Gintoki could only sigh at the man's explanation, shaking his head. You also couldn't believe it; what kind of a cure for expelling a demon was that? You wondered how honest he was being, but then again Dante was your employer. He was honorable enough not to take advantage of you in that way, seeing as he hadn't done so if he really wanted to. You thought about Kakashi, and what a betrayal this would be to the man. He hadn't cheated on you, as far as you knew, but you doubted he'd be the type to do that either. He seemed committed enough. You didn't want to let the others know of your relationship, but you felt you should say something alluding to it. As hard as it was to speak, you blurted out the only word that seemed right.

“Haaf...boooyfwwwnd...” you mutter, the two men's glances sympathizing with you.

“I know, but its the only way we can do this without attracting too much attention right now. Paying for demon exorcising isn't cheap, and I doubt conventional methods would work. I'm sorry, but...” Dante explained, his face now downcast as he studied your expression. You felt your mouth twitch up in a smile, a mischievous grin that was not your own as it spoke through you.

“Two for the price of one, eh? You're both handsome enough as well, better than that other schmuck the kid was going at. I can practically feel the energy radiating out of you...” The demon comments, causing Gintoki to frown as he understood what it was saying.

“Eh? Oh no, I'm getting involved in any of that stuff...I'll help get rid of the thing, but...er...” he stuttered, obviously having trouble finding what to say. Dante only chuckled, though his face was hardened as he looked at you.

“Well, hopefully it won't get to that point. If it does though, I might need your help.”

“Really? I had a feeling that today was going to suck...Should've stayed at home and read comics, but no!” The blue haired man sighed, shaking his head.

You struggle to try and form some words, but it's impossible for you. You attempt to move your arms and legs to see if they work, only to inwardly sigh as they just quiver. You do feel your eyebrows furrow as your mouth frowns, so that's at least some sign that you haven't lost yet. You just try to focus on something other than the pain in your head, the waves becoming longer and more intense as time goes on.

“Right. Let me go get what we'll need to seal it away again once this is over. You watch the kid for me, kay? I should have it here somewhere...” Dante mutters, letting go of you to walk away from the couch. He moves in some other direction, one of the other rooms, you guess, though you can't crane your neck enough to see. Gintoki just stares at you, his face perplexed as he turns from you to where the other man went.

“H-hey! What do I do if sh--?” he begins to ask, but the sharp slam of a door cuts him off. The man sighs, bending down to get a better look at you. You feel his blistered, yet gentle fingers as they cup your face to turn it upwards. You stare quizzically at him, his eyes widening as he studies your face.

“Yeah...something's wrong here. You have these...odd black markings that crawl up your face like vines. I don't think purple eyes are normal either; then again I've seen lots of people in my line of work. Sorry...” He mutters, his face slightly pink as he moves away from you. You feel a chuckle escape from your throat. You hear him grunt with pain as you grab him by the wrist, forcefully pulling him toward you. He loses his footing, tumbling onto the couch, his face wearing a shocked expression as it buries itself deep in your chest. You inwardly freak out, feeling his soft face smushed into your breasts, though you feel your mouth curl in a smile as your other hand reaches for the belt on his white kimono. Your hand feels around for the buckle on the front end, and starts to undo the holes and slide it through the opening. You feel his hand gripping your wrists tightly, his face now red as it extracts itself from your chest. His eyes are narrowed, a bit of blood coming out of his nose.

“Bastard demon...Making a young woman do these kinds of thing unwillingly. It's disgusting! Your lucky I'm not one to hit women, even if they are my enemies, though this is an odd case. Just stop, will you?” The flustered man exclaimed, his hands fighting with yours over the ownership of the buckle. You felt sick; this was not like you. You did enjoy nice looking men, but now that Sensei had entered the picture you only needed him. Though those two were nice looking, it would be awful and wrong to cheat on Kakashi with them. You tried to think of something to say, blood coursing up through your face, but your words were choked out by something more vulgar.

“Who's to say this is all me, hmmmm? You judgmental humans; did you ever wonder if these were the girls true thoughts?” You hear yourself say, knowing full well this isn't true at all. Your mind screams in protest as the thing cackles, a high pitched screech. A gagging noise erupts from your throat several times, your mind desperate to voice the claims your body could not. Fucker. If I could only kill you...You think, anger coursing through you. It's a sick, squeamish feeling that soon flows throughout your whole body. Red hot anger courses through you, its power letting your hands droop, still pinned by Gintoki's stronger grip. His face looks shocked, his eyes widening in an expression of surprise and he leans back slightly. Beads of sweat dance across your face and forehead, pain once again erupting across your skull. White hot nerves of agony threaten to blot out your consciousness, but you use your newly fueled anger to stay strong. Clenching your teeth so hard that you draw blood on your lip, you mutter out a few words of defiance.

“Go fuck yourself. I'm not a cheating scu—aarrrgh!” Your voice catches in your throat, your hands once again gripping the other man's wrists in an odd deadlock of sorts. At that moment, you see a shock of white hair appear behind the man, Dante's blue eyes narrowing on you.

“Found it just in time. Good job; you can let her---” He stops, noticing the odd position the two of you are in. He lets out a small laugh, which neither of you appreciate, glaring back daggers at the seemingly carefree man. Gintoki lets go of you, and you are almost immediately scooped up by the other man, his fingerless gloves feeling both cool and warm at the same time. Gintoki easily fixes himself, clothing and all before settling on plethora of objects on the floor near Dante. Your legs quickly try to lash out at the man's face, but he easily dodges the pathetic attack, his hold on you becoming even tighter. You feel almost crushed in his arms though you know he's doing it more as a precaution. You tilt your head slightly to see the other man holding a strange variety of objects; papers, ink, scrolls, amiss other things.
Some of them look like lube and condoms. You probably couldn't use magic the way you are now; and you doubt the demon cares if it gets your body pregnant or not. You grow at bit pale at the thought of what is going to happen next. You feel it is still technically cheating, and Sensei has a right to know about it. You don't want to worry him though; he's been seeming tired from lack of sleep lately, his eyes showing dark circles under them. You wonder why, though you guess it is probably because of his increase in work and your relationship. This definitely isn't going to help ease his worries any, you think, as you are being carried into a different room.

“Worried? I'll take good care of ya. Don't feel bad about this; it's the only thing we could come up with on such short notice. The hospital or magus guild can't take care of something like this.” Dante reassures you, laying you softly onto a medium sized bed. It has the regular bedroom furnishings, drawers, cabinets, and even a small TV plugged into the wall. Your body still feels weird, like it isn't your own, though the random movements have stopped somewhat. The demon must be understanding what's happening a little bit, and hopefully has calmed down a bit. Almost instantly, you see the blue haired man hand Dante knife along with one of the scrolls, the latter open to reveal a yellowing parchment with odd symbols on it. You recognize a few of them, though some are too complex to make out. You do see that it is a type of sealing scroll; judging by the knife it probably requires blood. Dante lifts your hand up, the knife pointed at it before he waits.

“This might sting. Sorry kiddo,” He says, pricking the knife into a spot on your wrist. You feel a small sting of pain, honestly nothing compared to the splitting headache you've been enduring until now. Small droplets of red fall from your wrist onto the parchment, wetting a few of the black symbols. Dante nods, then throws the knife onto the ground, looking at the other man. Gintoki just nods, handing him a different knife, which the white haired man easily accepts. Pricking himself in a similar fashion, Dante gives one last look to Gintoki, who sighs as he pulls out another small knife.

“Fine. I still feel awful and confused about this, but fine. Just in case I'll add myself to the sealing as well.” He says, his face grim as he pricks his own wrist, still slightly red from your odd attempt earlier, his own blood oozing onto the parchment in a different spot. You do notice that their own pools of blood are on different positions and symbols than your own; probably the mechanics of this particular sealing scroll. It looks old fashioned, nothing like what you are used to seeing at school and at the guild. You can only hope it works against this bastard. It probably has a much better chance than those flimsy things made at school anyway, you think, remembering how they used to burst into scraps or burn on the person's desk. You barely notice that Dante has started to unbutton your blouse, the white fabric clinging to your body with sweat. You don't mind, as you feel your hand pull him closer, noticing that both of your wrists are already healed, no trace of the cut on them except for the blood falling down your arms. You feel a mischievous smile on your face as your noses touch, his blue eyes staring deep into yours. He smiles, slowly taking off your shirt and tossing it on the floor. You hear a soft thump as Dante climbs onto the bed, one of his arms wiggling out of the red jacket that he usually wears.

“Ok, this might hurt a bit. I'll just have to---wait a minute...” Dante mutters, looking at your lower torso. You attempt to follow his gaze but can't, your own breasts partially blocking the view with the odd angle. You feel his finger trail along your abdomen, his eyes narrowing as he studies the area.

“There already seems to be a seal here. It feels pretty strong as well...” Dante looks at you, confusion evident on your face. You had no idea about any of this; obviously it's some of protective measure but against what? You haven't felt anything odd before, nor had any adverse effects from the seal, so you had no clue about it. You motion as much, and Dante nods, still staring at the mark on your stomach.

“Great. This is gonna make things more complicated. I'd rather not unleash whatever it is you have inside you at the moment. We do need to get this pesky bastard out of you though...You have something else inside of you; something that seems pretty strong itself, based on the power of the seal you have there. Dammit...I thought all we needed to do was fuck it out and then re-seal it. But if that causes both of them to come out instead of just this succubus...Things could get bad. I'd rather not fight anything today, and that bastard feels as if he could put up a tough fight. Not like Mundus, but still...”

The two of you just lie there for a few moments, an expression of confusion on both of your faces. You hear a sigh from near one of the wardrobes, and Gintoki saunters over, his face still pink as he tries to focus on Dante.

“So you're just going to give up!? We have to do something, right? Forget the sealing then...and let's just go with our original plan. It could work if we do...er....that.”

He mutters, his face becoming red as he states his proposal. You think for a moment, your face turning red as you understand the gravity of what is going to happen. Dante sighs, shaking his head as he takes the piece of parchment and puts it on the nightstand.

“Fine. I haven't had any stress relief in a while anyway, heh.” Dante mutters, causing you to scowl a bit. You roll your eyes, gesturing with what little strength you have left for him to continue. Dante grins, his fingers calmly and steadily rubbing your nipples, the feeling of warmth flooding you face and your stomach. His hands move up to your shoulders, a shiver running down your spine as his mouth begins to suck on your tit. You enjoy the tight, sucking sensation, shame filling you as you know this isn't your feelings but of the thing taking control of you. Not that it doesn't feel nice; you just wish you were doing it with your actual significant other. You can imagine his rough advances, his calloused hands running over your body as you run your hands through his silver hair. Ah, if only this was Sensei...But it's not, you remind yourself as Dante gently kisses your neck, leaving red marks on it as he presses deeply against your collarbone. You shiver, your eyes burning as tears start to fall down your face, your mind filled with images of Kakashi and that one tyrst you had in the classroom and at your house. You feel awful betraying him like this, but you can only mentally apologize as you feel your lips lock with the blue eyed man, your tongues entwining as you feel his hard cock rub up against your leg. You feel it rub up against your pant leg as he kisses you again, an odd moan not with your voice escaping your lips.

“Ah, geez...I really don't know how to feel about this...Don't worry; we'll fuck this thing outta you,” Dante mutters, his voice gentle as he breaks off from the kiss, grabbing his belt and easily taking off his pants. His huge cock is fully visible now, and you feel yourself grow excited at the size of it. It must be because of his half-demon heritage, the succubus inside you says, your face turning away from it in shame. You can see the blue haired samurai, his face flushed red as he looks down at the floor, already stripped down to his boxers. You can see a slight bulge in the fabric, probably his own erect cock. You raise you hand, stopping Dante from taking off your pants halfway, your hand gripping his wrist.

“Wait a minute...We might as well get him in on this too. Poor thing looks sooo lonely,” You hear yourself say, one of your hands beckoning the other man to come closer. Gin slowly shuffles forward, his face still pink as he tries to look at anything but the two of you. Dante nods, his face turning stern for a moment as he looks at the boxer wearing man.

“...I'll just warn you now. This thing in this kid a demon. It steal people's life force through sex. Right now it's taking her life force by possessing her body and mind. I'll be fine because I'm half-demon, so the energy it will suck out of me will be nothing. But the two of you,” He stops, looking you in the eyes for a moment as he takes a deep breath. You can see the concern in them as he stares you, reminding you a bit of Sensei when you make love, before he asks if he can penetrate you with those onyx eyes of his. Your heart breaks in two as you think this, and you can feel the energy inside of slowly draining, you body becoming tired. The thought of Sensei makes you angry however, as you understand that this thing is taking advantage of your body for its own desires. You snap back to reality as you hear Dante is in the middle of speaking.

“...It could kill you two. After it gets the energy it needs from us and the kids body, it will try to escape; that's when we can seal it. Just warn me if you feel like your going to pass out or feel cold. That's a bad sign,” Dante explains, gently climbing off of you and on the other side of the bed. Gin only nods as he looks at you, his face red and clearly nervous. You feel bad for him; you can see he is clearly uncomfortable with this. He lets out a small sigh as he climbs on the bed, gently sitting in between your legs. His eyes dart to and fro, a small yelp escaping his lips as you feel your hand grab him by the wrist and tug him towards you. Sensation of excitement fills your chest as you feel his warm body on top of you, his erect dick pushing up against you. His warm breath tickles your face as it comes in short gasps, which you stop him from making by pressing your mouth against his open lips. You feel the intense pain in your body subside a bit as your tongue invades his mouth, feeling the bumpy texture of Gintoki's own tongue as he inhales sharply. His dark eyes are half-lidded, their passionate and still slightly nervous gaze locked onto you. He must still be worried, and you try to assure him, or at least the succubus inside you is, by running one hand along his abdomen. His own tongue that is starting to poke around in your mouth stops suddenly, a waft of warm breath coming out of his nose as he pauses moving completely. Your hand has a strong grip on the waistband of his underwear, and the both of you can feel his probing dick through the fabric. A smile attempting to form on your lips, your hand pulls at his boxers with tremendous force; more than you know is humanly possible as you hear the fabric rip and tear, the only thing covering his cock ripping into tiny shreds as you tear it off his body. You feel his tongue pull out for a second, his eyes looking down at the tiny scraps of fabric that were his boxers, beads of sweat forming on his face as he watches your hand start to grab his cock.

“Ah...I'm feeling worried about this. Backup please?” Gin says, his head towards Dante, who can only stare at the two of you, his face neutral as he attempts to move closer. You ignore the white haired man, focusing on using your hand to pump the cock in front of you, a moan of pleasure coming out of Gin's mouth as you stoke him. You feel the pain in your body lessen then, a feeling of satisfaction erupting throughout your body. You know its not your own, though you feel happy that you were able to make Gintoki squeal like that. Though, you remind yourself, you'd feel even better if you could make Kakashi make that same noise. The thought of the masked man moaning in pleasure as you imagine yourself stroking his erect dick cause you to pump even harder, your mouth slightly open as you breathe more heavily. You feel something grab you, a toned and muscular body sliding underneath you as you hear a familiar voice breathe into your ear.

“Looks like it's working. I can feel it's power growing steadily. If I help out, we should be able to do this,” Dante remarks, his hands grabbing your breasts and rubbing them in circles. You let out a soft moan, your mind imagining Sensei touching you, yearning for his touch and warm body. You continue to rub the blue haired samurai's cock, his heavy breathing and moans of pleasure mingling in your mind with those of your teacher. You move your head slightly, trying not to imagine him anymore, but your mouth opens to scream as you feel someone's fingers touch your entrance, parting your lower lips and wiggling them inside.

“Wh...Mmmm...Sen--..” You begin to moan under the touch of the man above you, a gasp escaping your lips as you feel a couple fingers prod your butt, fingering it gently before plunging them in a bit, the sensation sharp but not really painful. It quickly became painful as you felt Dante's erect dick slide it's way into your pulsating asshole. A couple gasps come out of your throat, more of pain than anything else, but those stop as the white haired man underneath you is pressing his lips against yours. Apparently, neither of them cared about your slip of the tongue, Gintoki's fingers making your pussy wet as it began to throb with desire. You can't cry out, Dante's tongue busy inside your mouth, running itself along your own tongue and even a few of your teeth as it pokes the back of your throat. You are getting more used to the feeling of his dick inside your puckering hole, the waves of pain slowly becoming pleasure as he thrust in different places. His tempo continues to speed up, his hands moving from your breasts to your ass cheeks, rubbing them with an increased fervor as you feel his dick probe you. Your mind goes back to the time Kakashi used clones to fuck you in both ends, your body wanting him more than ever now. These two didn't really matter; though they made you feel nice, and were trying to help you in the best way possible. You wanted Sensei; to be entwined his grip as he whispered sweet nothing in your ear, his breath tickling your ear. You feel an odd sensation in your head that is like the release of a valve, the pressure in your head loosening a bit, making you feel a smidge better. The demon must be losing control of your body as it gains enough power to make its own form. Your stomach is slightly nauseous though, and you feel a strange heat that is not lust or fueled by libido comes from your core. You don't know what it is; all you can see is the black lines on your shoulders slowly trailing down your body and arms, covering you like vines. You feel a hand on your wrist that has been stroking the curly haired man's dick, the man above you moving it off of his dick and leaving it limp at your side.

You hear a moan below you as you feel Dante's cock start to let loose a small amount of fluid, a small scream erupting out of your mouth as you feel something large enter your wet pussy. It thrusts in and out slowly, Gintoki's cock steadily being enveloped by the tight walls of your pussy. You love the feeling of pressure, the sliding of his dick into your folds as you feel yourself start to become wet with pleasure. Once again, you can only imagine Sensei plunging himself into you, his dick feeling quite different from the one penetrating you now. The warm feeling in your stomach turns into a red hot heat, almost uncomfortable as you feel yourself begin to cum, your breathing getting heavier with each movement. You feel the release of pressure as Dante finally cums inside you, his fluids spraying your rectum and dripping out of the tight ends of your asshole. You enjoy the wet sensation, Dante's dick softening a bit and rubbing against you in places as he finally pulls out. It does hurt, your ass feeling sore, throbs of pain emanating from the hole and your inside slightly. Ir might be hard to sit a small while, but you're too focused on the pain in your stomach and the deepening pressure in the back of your head. You try to ignore it, watching as Gintoki bites on your neck, thrusting himself hard against you. You moan, responding to the feeling of his cock pressing up against one of your sensitive spots. You feel something in your throat, and you involuntarily choke; your mouth making odd gagging noises as you feel a sharp pain in your head. You feel something drip out of the corner of your mouth, Dante's voice in your ear sounding quite far away as he asks a question. You don't hear him, your head pounding as you feel like your eyes are in the back of your head, more of the stuff coming out of your mouth. You make another gagging noise, your mind slowly fading to black as you lose consciousness.

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Gonna try to do a Yaoi next chapter; or maybe chapter 4. I want each protag to get two chapters each before we switch or maybe three. Honestly not that comfortable with writing homosexual characters; worried I might offend people. Or just be tropey and boring as shit. We'll see.
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