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Dreams Will Be Made Of These	By : Britt_601 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3810 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 29: Wanting Desire
“No.” Nero's face morphed into an angry pout. “You'll think I'm stupid.” The effects of the alcohol simmered away, bringing back the firecracker and his raging hormones.
“No you're not. Young and naïve probably, but not stupid.” Dante hung onto his wrists, stopping him from moving around too much. The brat's pheromones projected a hefty musk, too strong for Dante to ignore. There was a reason he didn't deal with relationships, the other party had a habit to broadcast mixed messages until he coaxed their feelings out of them. “I mean it. I'm not letting you go until you tell me what happens in that noggin of yours.”
Nero's wrists started to ache, the tight grip keeping him imprisoned left him with few options to escape. Kneeing him in his crotch flitted across his thoughts again, however his stance wasn't sturdy in case he retaliated.
“We fuck, don't we?”
Ceruleans lit up at the blunt question then returned to Dante's shirt, nodding in curt annoyance.
He might as well get it over with.
“Hm, I see.” He let go of Nero with delicacy, watching the teen slowly ball his fists at his sides, chewing on his bottom lip to avoid eye contact, his mouth frowning. “So, why is it a nightmare if I'm giving you the goods? Is there blood or mutilation involved?”
Another nod bobbled from his head, remaining still with specks of red tinting his cheeks. Talking, or rather agreeing, to his interrogation worked the elder's nerves to the edge. Perhaps if he moved away to let the kid gain breathing room it'll make him feel better.
“Is that it? Why you're so... weird-acting all of a sudden? If you're that horny, why don't you call up-”
Bristled with surprising anger Nero pushed Dante away, balling up his devil bringer, intending to deliver a solid right hook to his sturdy jaw. With practiced ease the veteran side-stepped the oncoming attack, letting Nero stumble out of his charge.
Did he say something wrong?
He just suggested he call up Kristy and see about going on a date and possibly getting laid. Did this pertain to his dreams? Is he taking his anger out on him because he and the girl grew distant or had problems? Did the brat think he was responsible for the awkwardness he felt in his slumber? Was mentioning anything about her a touchy matter? It goes without saying that Dante had a few naughty visions about the twerp as well, but he wasn't as invested in its significance as the punk. What was he doing to him in his sleep?
A roundhouse kick swung at his head, ducking under the limb as Nero's balance wavered. “Let me guess, I do something to her before I pounce on you?” Another fist flew in his direction, catching it without strain.
The devil bringer came into view with Dante acting on instinct. He wrapped his biceps underneath Nero's arms, clasping his hands together at the base of Nero's skull. He shook the youth from side to side, applying pressure the longer the teen thrashed around. It seemed to work, the short burst of energy left him tired. Perhaps now he could get to the root of the problem devoid of any more outbursts.
“I wouldn't try that in the future, might end up hurting yourself more than you can bear.”
“It's all your fault,” Nero whispered in defeat, body slumped forward, letting his mouth move on its own, breath coming in short spurts. “I'm not supposed to be in my dreams fighting you off. I'm not supposed to think of you in that light. It isn't right and I am and I can't stop it.”
Ah, now we're getting somewhere.
“I can't... I just... don't know what to think or say to you about this.” Angered words filled the living room, accompanied by shallow breaths.
Legs seemed too weak to stand on their own so they buckled, Dante releasing his submission maneuver to cradle the teen's waist. He pulled them to where they sat on the couch with the teen leaning against him in the crook of his arm.
In truth, Dante himself didn't know how to respond to the youth's declaration. As much as he gathered from the drunken mess, he assumed Nero felt like he betrayed the songstress because he lusted after him. He wasn't familiar with how deep their relationship went, but it must be serious if he was this bothered by the attraction.
“I don't know what's wrong with me.”
“Well, I guess I have this magnet attached to me. No one's blaming you for how you feel. Don't worry kid, it'll-”
“Asshole...” Nero broke through the elder's sentence once he realized what he said. This wasn't a joking time, and he shouldn't treat this delicate situation with jesting attributes. He still had his mind set on telling the elder to fuck off, but he needed to rid his conscious of the bullshit plaguing it.
“Seriously, I'm flattered. I'm not sure what your dreams are edging you to do, but it's nothing you should fret over.”
“I get enough of you during the day, I don't need to see you in my sleep.”
“You shouldn't be seeing me in your sleep or fucking you in it?” He felt the youngster wince, obviously uncomfortable with the subject but this was no time to hide behind a shy curtain. The longer he neglected Nero's issues, the more repressed he would act. “Don't chicken out Nero. Man up and let me know what's happening with you.”
The teen inhaled a heavy breath, rubbing his eyes first to attempt to have a clean conscious.
Should he rely on him? Can he tell him what's been plaguing his psyche these past months? Would he confide in him to keep it between them? He wasn't one who had a great sense of courage when it involved expressing his personal feelings.
If a problem arose he handled it with reckless haste, words becoming emotional daggers to shoot down any conflict. It was only when Kyrie came into his life did he try to curb his hot-headed temper, more so for her though. Dante was asking him to open his heart to him and... he didn't know how. Sure he can blabber away and all, but gauging the elder’s reaction made him hesitate. A million things could go wrong and he didn't look forward to wallowing in shame.
He wasn't comfortable telling another guy his dreams―sex dreams about him. Men aren't supposed to be so... suggestive towards each other. That's what people said. That's what society believed. It wasn't natural to do so.
Then again, him and Dante gave two fucks about conforming to someone else's standards.
“I... It can't... I...” Nero opened and closed his mouth stuttering through his words, battling his urge to blurt out everything troubling his head and stifling his vocal cords. And the hybrid didn't grant him easier access by being so close upon him, making his mind a hazy fog trying to maintain his sensibilities. He probably focused on him with his intense gaze on purpose to heighten his discomfort level.
Dante immediately sensed his reluctance, shifting through his mortifying guilt, fighting through his conflicting emotions to reveal his troubles. In certain times, the elder was an impatient man. He didn't have time to second guess another's actions and wait until they conceded. Nero half-confessed to his dilemmas, and Dante decided he should help Nero along with the confession... in his own manner.
“Hang on... hey what are y-”
The partial-demon sucked in air, body going rigid as his toes splayed out in his socks. His heartbeat thudded against his rib cage, keeping his frame motionless as Dante gently grabbed his face and kissed his trembling lips. His devil bringer clenched and unclenched in surprise, making an effort to still his quakes with the halfling roaming his spicy peckers over his quivering mouth.
This wasn't like anything he experienced before. Dante bestowed this forceful gentleness upon him, flavored lips caressing his mouth with dominant ease, jittery nerves lessening their antics. Somewhere in the corner of his mind his conscious told him how wrong this felt, how dishonest this was to the brunette but for some elusive reason, he couldn't explain why.
They were intimate with small pecks of appreciation after the 'Savior incident', and then they went back to rebuilding the city. Nothing of a deep, flirty or sensual display took place long after, and neither of them questioned the status of their relationship. He came under the presumption, without discussing their footing with each other, that they are just friends but he hadn't the chance to talk to her about it. It gave the impression of a silent agreement never proposed verbally.
In retrospect, did it still count as a betrayal?
All logic dissolved when sharp teeth gently nibbled his upper lip, breath hitching when the sensation carried tingles to his groin. Moans disguised as soft exhales escaped through his nose, relaxing his frame the more ensnared he became in his grasp.
Baby blues couldn't peek from under shut eyelids, too doubtful of what he might see if he did. Would the veteran be looking down on him? Are his lids closed too? And therein lied the factor his brain strived to compute.
The half-demon kissed him first. For the longest, he told himself having an attraction to another man wouldn't be possible yet here he was. Well, he wouldn't say he had a crush on Dante, but there was a certain fondness he developed towards him.
Spending as much time in the elder's presence created these weird feelings rising within him. He meant to ask Trish about it, but Dante appeared to know more on his 'problems' than she did. Perhaps shoving the dead weight of what went on in his dreams would free him of its burden, and he blindly let the red hunter guide him through this.
Their lips pulled apart, Dante breathing out with caressing wisps of air while Nero panted in his face. His fists remained by his sides, roaming under his surprise of how the kiss sent strong vibes through his form. The buzz in his system faded his worries and cares to drift in the vacant spaces of his mind, occasionally surging forward to make sense of his life.
Dante captured an unexpected moan from Nero's throat, swiping his tongue over the moist labiums, managing not to smile at the display; the kid was putty in his hands. It seemed like he would temporarily relieve all of their stresses in the coming moments.
The veteran wasn't sure where this would lead them down the road, but he was sticking to his ideals. His agenda didn't include being the doting lover; demons gave no caution about his attachments to anything he held dear, and he didn't have the energy to grieve again. The halfling stayed confident he'd give him a good romping or two and that's it.
Then again, he was no fortune teller.
With slow, teasing effort Dante slipped his long and agile tongue in his moist tunnel, pulling his face closer as the kid's stiffened body mellowed. He never believed he'd be smooching a guy but in a weird sense, he can't help it. If it was anyone else, he wouldn't be as invested in finding out their problems. The punk lived to be this magnetic enigma and he couldn't shake off the ensnaring vibes he put off.
And by the way things were going, he may end up busting both their nuts.
Nero didn't know what to do with his wet muscle, venturing out to connect with the coiling snake exploring his mouth in earnest. Dante applied just enough pressure to keep him breathless, supplying light nips and gentle gnawing to lull his insecurities to bed.
More hushed groans of satisfaction escaped in blissful ignorance, procuring bravery to mimic the movements the hybrid's tongue created. It became a game then, Nero attempting to push that same energy back onto Dante but the experience the elder donned toppled any efforts on his part.
Heat pitted deep in his belly, making his prick ache to have a touch fondle the engorged length. Humility flew out the window of sanity and he craved nothing but pure release. If he wasn't so doped up on desire, he would connect the comparisons to his dreams.
Will his dreams be made of these scenes akin to what happened right now or in the future? Was this a one-time deal? He didn't know the answer, nor what would come of their relationship once this stopped; he'd just have to face the aftermath when the time came. But not after this maddening erection went away.
Nero's fingers trailed towards the imprint in his pants, readying to free himself from the suddenly tight confines when a threatening growl erupted from Dante's chest, rumbling through the youth to halt his apparent goal.
Somewhere in the throes of becoming lust, he imagined Dante to say something like “I dare you”, to which a delicious tremor snaked through his body, almost in a fit to challenge those words to become true.
With ease, Dante leaned to hover over Nero, lips pressed and massaging with vigor against his own. One human and demonic hand fought to keep still, itching to wrap around the hybrid's broad back or to clutch his lily-white locks. Or to rub his own aching dick.
The red one immersed himself with the way the brat's excited frame shook with small twitches, emitting this seducing yet devilish scent of black ash and green mint. His arousal spiked to where the kid needed to free himself, but the elder stopped it. Sure, he left it up to the punk to express his anxiousness, but he wanted in on the fun too.
Until the sound of a rumbling engine pierced his ears.
Leaving gentle strokes on Nero's plumped labiums Dante sent a glare over the ledge of the couch, seeing a feminine physique riding a red and silver motorcycle en route to the shop. Without looking down at the panting youth he recalled the reason he was angry earlier, dissipating the rising desire burning in his groin.
“Is that what goes on in your dreams?”
Burning desire flowing through his veins had iced over, sobering from his blurred lust as Dante's hard voice broke through the cloudy fog. As eyelids opened he glanced upwards to see iceberg blues piercing out the window; Nero giving a slight nod in confirmation.
“Good,” Dante slowly slid off the youth, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, walking towards his desk-less area with stiff movements. Nero sensed a frigid aura surrounding the elder, akin to a switch he turned off and on depending on his mood.
Did it have something to do with the kissing? Was he feeling regretful or worse, disgusted? Is he the cause to blame? The abrupt change was startling, leaving Nero with a deflated hard-on.
The youngster immediately sat up when he heard heels clack up the steps, trying to smooth over his crazy appearance. He could tell his face was flushed, splotches of red littering the upper half of his torso; he didn't need to look in the mirror. Nero hoped whoever walked in didn't notice... too much. That was too close a call not to sense someone's arrival.
“Well, if it isn't the hoochie-pants gold-digger.” Dante remarked in a snide tone, making his way towards the kitchen.
The female huntress stood in the doorway and glanced over at Nero, seeing his fidgety form sitting in the couch’s corner. There was a nervous twitch on his face, like he did something wrong and tried to cover it up. What was with his surprised look? Did it have to do with her sudden presence? Did he know something she didn't? But first she had to set this money-hoarding asshole straight on what she was not.
“Well, I can see someone got up on the right side of the bed this morning.”
“I guess you would know something about getting up early.” He came back out with a frosted beer, plopping down on the opposite end of the couch, noting Nero's hard stare through his peripheral vision.
“Ugh, do you see how pathetic you are eating pizza every day!” She looked at the empty boxes on the table. Then added later. “And what reason do you have to be cranky?”
“If only you knew, Lady.” He snorted with the barest hint of an insinuating undertone, popping the cap off to take a healthy swig.
“Well, I only came over here with a job-”
“Don't want it.”
“I'm not asking.”
“Don't care.”
“Too bad.”
“Take it yourself. I'm sure with all that money you stole from me, you can buy enough ammo to kill anything to a bloody pulp. Or nag it to death. Whichever way is quicker for you.”
“Are you done nagging? You're acting like a spoiled brat.”
Nero paid attention to their bantering nature, trying not to laugh at their comical dispute. Watching them took his thoughts away from almost being caught, and not a moment too soon.
Compared to the docile women in Fortuna, Lady would give the most head-strong man a run for his goods... and win by a landslide. She possessed this no-bullshit attitude coupled with distant trust he had no choice but to admire. On par with Dante she could match him in any verbal war, using witty comebacks to crush his words or to threaten him with a bullet to his extremities. And on the battlefield, from the small bits he's seen of her, she had a style and skill all her own for a human.
However, the teen thought it harsh how she used and manipulated the chieftain. For the small jobs she didn't care about, she passed them on to him without a second look then demanded the payment. Nero didn't know the particulars of their financial “agreement”, but the hybrid was a punk to bow under her demands.
He'll be damned if he stood in Dante's spot. The youth wouldn't allow her to take the last of his money just because she felt she could.
Wait... why was Dante mad at her this time, besides the obvious?
Dante glanced at Nero, reading the confusion on his face.
“Remember when you complained about the messy front office?”
“Y-yeah,” Nero cleared his throat after how soft it sounded. “Uh yeah, after your tantrum.”
“See, I'm not the only sane one-”
“You hush,” Dante waved her off. “My share of money was on the desk when I went back to Whetstone and-”
“You left it out?”
“Shh! I'm talking.” Dante grabbed a used napkin, hurling the greasy cloth in the teen's direction. “She must have came over here at the ass-crack of dawn, saw it there, and took something that wasn't hers to take.”
“... Yeah but, why would you leave it out in plain view?” Nero shot a look in the elder's direction, Dante returning the same gaze with a shadow of something mysteriously lurking within. Nero felt slow tingles shooting down his spine, recalling how that slinky appendix rolled and slid along his own, shortening his breath and leaving him hungry for more.
“Thank you again, Nero.” The brunette didn't neglect to notice the odd exchange shared between the two. Since he came to stay here, Dante seemed calmer and not as... biting towards the femme fatales. She willed to bet money that Nero's presence had quelled his quick dismissal of a job, mostly. Lady guessed that was a good thing because it kept the red hunter bantering with the newcomer, and he focused on her and Trish less often.
“It doesn't matter where I leave my money in my house, if ya see it laying somewhere, don't touch it.” Dante threw his hands up flustered, managing not to spill any of his drink, taking a swig afterwards.
“You know, that's where I usually pick up the money on payday, so again, you're to blame. I thought it was mine.”
“So now that you've admitted it's not yours, give it back.”
“Give what back?”
Dante gave up, rubbing his hand over his face in a tired motion. Why does she keep snatching his earnings? It wasn't like he borrowed anything after the Fortuna scandal (after he did the majority of the work and she took his share), so what was her problem? He could be down to his last and she wouldn't blink an eye in care, despite her proclamations that she wouldn't let him starve.
He was more than thankful for Nero's help here.
“Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, are you ready to listen?” Lady looked over her pinstriped, one-buttoned blazer and matching shorts. She was happy she took them to the cleaners in preparation for the incoming jobs ripe with heavier challenges. And what gave him the right to call her a 'hoochie?'
“If it doesn't equal the $2400 you took or greater, then shove off Lady.”
Wait, she took the amount from the six grand from that job? Oh, no wonder he was so angry at her... despite him wanting to laugh in Dante's face. Withal, the teen believed her to be in the wrong with her greedy and selfish ways. Nevertheless, his words rang true. If Dante wanted none of his stuff stolen, he shouldn't leave it out on display. Especially since he knew how financially hungry Lady could be.
“Aw, well it could be up your alley if you pretend it's that much,” she smiled in merriment, readjusting the strap holding Kalina Ann before she got down to business. “Look, this assignment requires you to transport this box of jewels for Ramona Barnes, does that name ring a bell?” Lady waited on the response she was seeking from the hunters.
After Trish met up and informed her of the duo's adventures, she checked with her sources on any additional references. One of her informants intercepted a note from Ramona's group and he gave it to her. Since Dante already had issues with this chick, she presumed the job would be more his speed to pass it along to him.
“A box of jewels you say,” he scratched his chin, recalling the stones he collected, most being in those coffin-cases he didn't sort through yet. “You like jewelry and flashy shit. Why don't you-”
“I'll take it.” Nero cut in, rolling his eyes over how these two went back and forth like children. He already knew that Dante would investigate the cargo, he was just being difficult since Lady controlled his finances. Honestly, when they bantered it felt as if he was the mature adult.
The brunette arched a shapely eyebrow in surprise, looking at his outstretched human hand while his demonic one tried to hide by his side. He stayed out of the way on most occasions, coming to Dante's rescue when he snubbed a mission.
From what she gathered, he proved a handy and sufficient fighter, taking on the local jobs with ease. But around town lingered nothing but lesser demons, the occasional smart devil, and the upsurging of converted humans. Those were small chumps and a few bullets put them down. She wasn't ready to give something this big to a kid, regardless if he knew of Ramona or not.
“What makes you so sure you can handle it?”
The teen inhaled deeply, trying not to bristle at her dismissal of his capabilities. “You're not blind. You can see how he's moping.”
She wouldn't be able to experience half the shit he endured so that haughty attitude of hers better curb itself. Nero wanted to tell her off, but some unknown force trapped his defensive retort in his throat; namely Dante giving him a pensive stare to quit before it went any further.
“I know about that pouty moron. but what about you?”
“What about me?” he challenged. “If I can handle mangy mutts using me as a chew toy, then some bitter tramp poses no threat.”
“Oh? Those are big words you're claiming. You're not letting Dante's ego rub off on you and cloud your judgment on how scorned she could be, are you?”
“So you know all about being scorned then, right?”
“Okay children, that's enough.” Dante intervened, seeing dark eyebrows narrow in contempt. Lady was known to push buttons. Whereas Dante was familiar with her distrustful ways, the youth would defend himself against her words until they blew up into a wrathful confrontation. “I don't want blood on my floors, it's a bitch to clean up.” He reached up and grabbed the note from her, never getting the chance to read it since the punk seized it.
“Well then, I guess that settles it.” She adjusted her rose-tinted glasses, giving Nero a pointed leer before she spun on her booted heel. “Work hard and pay me later.”
“Pay you for what?!” Dante said in disbelief, setting his drink down, expecting an answer.
She vacated the premises without another word or acknowledgment.
“Is she always like that?” Nero huffed, wondering if she was the one who woke up on the wrong side of the bed instead.
“Yup. Except after she's had her hair and nails did.” He watched her hop on her bike and sped off.
“And you just let her walk all over you?”
“No, I don't-”
“Yes you do.” The youth glanced up at the veteran with a purposeful focus, eyes falling a bit in contest as white-blue irises gazed at him with becoming hunger. In an instant his body temperature rose, tongue sticking hard into his cheek, his mind drifting to their kisses and heated exchanges.
Oh shit.
“I uh... I'll go get ready then,” Nero spoke, darting his vision over the room, refraining from swiping the side of his nose, standing to leave. He couldn't let that happen again, being too enraptured in passion to think things through.
It is commonly said that submitting to your primal urges spiraled into catastrophic decisions, and he was happy the heavy touches stopped before it led to a physical connection... or he assumed to be glad it did. Unknown or not if they would discuss their actions, but maybe not talking might be better.
Too bad Dante couldn't read minds.
A harsh pop to his posterior made Nero jump, cradling the stinging muscle in alarm, whipping around geared to fight. Instead, he walked backwards as Dante advanced upon him with intense eyes. It wasn't until he hit the front door that he took an exhale.
“I'm not done with you.” His voice poured out like deep honey, adding a delicious swirl of dark chocolate coating its heavy meaning.
Nero's brain fought to contain rationality, telling him to fight, scratch, kick, pull, stab, and punch him away, but those words silenced when another voice echoed in his mind, quieting his needy doubts.
Feed me.
“I have t-to... ” Hands fisted into Dante's shirt when his thighs were lifted and wrapped around a thick, strong waist, trembling when that devious tongue pried open his mouth and dove inside.
Sultry movements with their slick muscles filled Nero's head with nothingness, focusing on the sensations and touches wracking his form. The new taste of beer glazing his labiums provided an intoxicating rush mingling with his own scent.
Dante bit and sucked on his quivering bottom lip, drawing out longer pleasured whispers from Nero. As much as he wanted to make those groans louder, he needed to get this Ramona thing out of the way. When she was over with, he could have a better glimpse into those dreams.
“What do I do to you?”
Faintly, the youngster registered the voice calling out to him, never releasing his clenched fist with the note inside. His devil bringer grew hot with sporadic pulses, flashing a brighter blue with each kiss planted. Strong palms pressed and kneaded his ass, making his eyes flutter while his body appeared to turn into jello. Teeth appeared, nipping him almost hard enough to draw blood.
“What do I do to you?” Dante traveled to the side of Nero's neck, gnawing and suckling with intent, reveling in the way the punk shuddered and twitched. Black ash and mint crept through his nostrils again, delighting in the heady aroma before dipping further into it. He pressed him harder into the door, making out his clothed erection rubbing against his stomach. His own length hardened, growing in need as Nero inadvertently moved his hips in a swaying motion.
“Answer me,” Dante gathered the energy to inhumanly growl into the crook of his snow-white throat, the punk sighing out a startled cry. Nero's excited body curled into him in shock, throwing his arms around his shoulders as his cock twitched in earnest. He heard toes popping as heat pooled into his cheeks. “Do I bite you like this?”
“Yes...” His automatic reply dripped from his lips, digging his fingernails into broad shoulders, sudden spikes of pleasure driving through him. Nero attempted to understand his thoughts, but they muddled into putty.
His feet touched the ground, using the wooden frame to support his faltering weight. Dante pulled away but not before sucking on Nero's pink tongue, rotating his head to sample all of him, trailing himself lower on his form.
“What happens to your collarbone?” A sensitive nose ghosted over the bone separating his neck from his torso, fingertips traveling under his tank top to lightly scratch his abs.
“You... you don't... jerk-”
Next he dropped to one knee, savoring the access to a lean, chiseled stomach, hearing the soft note once held in Nero's hand fall to the floor.
“Do these get licked?”
“Y... yeah.” Nero shook when the wet trail left by Dante had cooled, breezy air prickling the light hairs under his navel. He couldn't function, mind delving deep in the throes of sensual delight to do anything useful with his hands. There was an urge to run his fingers through Dante's hard head, to claw his back, to bite him deep enough to draw blood but his limbs remained lifeless.
The hybrid basked in the well-defined planes of Nero's abs, listening to the way his breath hitched when he nibbled below his belly button; hissed when he bit his sides; groaned when he left suckling nips over the expanse of his torso. Not even close to the good stuff yet and the kid was already a trembling mess, muttering incoherently whenever he moved to a sensitive spot.
“What about this thing hitting my throat? How does that scene play out?”
Nero stilled, opening his eyelids to peer into Dante's eyes, never flinching from his direct stare, despite his shivers. Iceberg blues were ablaze with a lustful fire, moments away from burning him with his unleashed desire. And to think that that look was solely for him sent his body on haywire. He felt naked. Though he ogled nowhere else on him, he possessed the uncanny ability to strip you of flesh and see into your soul, just with one simple glimpse.
The veteran's coming action didn't leave Nero with a warning except a smug smirk. Right as Nero glowered at it he screamed... internally, nails pressing into the door, knees wanting to graze the floor, mouth opened to deliver a wail set on mute.
“Speak before I bite your tongue again.”
Dante pressed his closed lips to Nero's clothed crotch, lightly teasing the firm length, following the bulge from the base to the tip. His hands held the punk's quivering thighs, gripping them tighter each time he bucked. That small touch made Nero squeal in silence, foot stomping the ground as his pelvis jerked in tiny thrusts with the pressure he applied.
Ah, the kid was too easy. If he had known he had this affect on the brat, he would have done this sooner, holding his laughter in through a wide smile.
The young man clinging to dear life to the door grew brazen with the bastard's know-it-all look. Just because he wasn't so well-versed in the language of sex didn't give Dante the go-ahead to silently taunt him. In the same breath, did he read too much into his expression, thinking him to tease when his countenance conveyed a hidden, desirable message?
Damn, cocky bastard.
Tossing self-caution to the wind he responded, voice dipping lower and husky to match with the elder's. “Use your imagination.”
Dante blinked, a bit surprised by his answer. With that he laughed, entertained and heavily aroused that his firecracker persona shone through. The more he contemplated about their situation the more... giddy he became, picturing him exploring and investigating every crevice and lump that maintained his muscularly, svelte form.
But he couldn't. At least, not yet. What would happen if he was balls deep inside his velvety tunnel and he received a call about Ramona―shit he didn't know... performing a circus act and having her converts go pick an audience member to stand by a group of Enkindles? If he planned on having fun with the twerp, he wanted all the time to frick and frolic around sans disruptions.
Smirking lips parted, moist air breathing on his engorged imprint.
Oh no, Nero thought. Dante was going to swallow him. Right now. While he leaned on the door since his legs gave out.
Oh yes. Feed us. Satiate our hunger. For once, Nero didn't argue.
His fingernails scratched the wooden entrance waiting in anticipation, a dark part of him rose to the surface to feel that coiling snake wrap around his prick with those same moves he demonstrated inside his mouth.
Maybe he wanted to touch his cock... or he imagined to. He wondered what the Legendary Devil Hunter was packing in his pants. Was it close to his size or larger? Was it short and fat or long and skinny? Veiny? Small and mushroom-shaped? Molded like Italian sausage? Purple at the tip or red? Straight or curved?
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, trying to gain a grip on his shaking body and wayward thoughts. A fleshy-like graze on his groin made a lust-filled gasp leave his throat, ready to kick Dante away and relieve himself with all his teasing.
The teen felt Dante shift, moving to stand to his full height and lean in close to his face. Moments passed and the youth remained touch-less. His own puffs of oxygen grew more desperate and anxious, refraining from pouting and groaning in frustration. He didn't have it in his mind to beg, but his pent-up hormones needed exhaustion and immediate results. What's with all this waiting?
“I could just eat-you-up,” Dante lingered an inch from his lips, pulling back whenever Nero moved to connect to his. Nero frowned when his peckers touched something crinkly and soft... and smelling like ink from a pen.
Nero opened his drowsy eyes.
“But this would be in our way.” Dante held the crushed note in his hand.
Did he tell him...? At this moment...? The job...? Right before he...? He needed....? Horny...? Asshole!
Dante's lip curled at the corner prior to biting it, giving an appreciative glance at the teen's open and willing form before he turned around, heading towards his room to get ready.
Confused, and attempting to suppress his becoming disappointment, Nero sunk to the floor in a daze, still hard and in need of a release. His body was in an odd state of limbo. Part of him was ecstatic he received some notion of thriving attention to his nagging urges, able to feel this warming sensation pump through his veins while his nerves singed on fire.
The other part boiled in rage at his denial of blowing a load.
Palms shook with nervous energy, breath decreasing from its frantic pace while his stomach seemed to have dropped to his groin. It pulsed and throbbed with jolting spikes, sending delicious coils, making him rub his aching need.
He should just please himself and be done with it. No more second-guessing or wondering about the end result of all this. But by the way Dante devoured him with his stare told him of promises he would enact on him with sensuous gratification.
Besides, the elder's mouth felt ten times better than what his hands could do.
But one thing was for certain. Since he couldn't do anything because of this Ramona cat, he would make sure she paid for her incessant distractions... after he killed Dante for stopping.
A/N: Thank you guys so much for putting up with the wait. I know how some of you are growing restless for them to finally do something and they did...almost/maybe/sort-of.

I wonder how Lady is able to get everything out of Dante and he can't do anything about it, lol.
P.S. American Horror Story. You are fucking CRACK to me.
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