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Lights Out	By : LotusButterfly Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 2321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Lights Out
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The night outside was dark and cold, the winter winds whipping through the streets. Inside the darkened business Devil May Cry, two pale-haired hunters were bundled away from the chilly weather. A single light and the glow cast from the television illuminated the couch where both men were half watching whatever was on the flickering screen.
Nero shifted slightly where he sat slouched, resting his cheek on his human hand, blue eyes half-lidded. It was getting rather late, and he and Dante were both already dressed for bed. Which for both meant totally different things. To Nero, being dressed for bed was black pajama bottoms and a dark undershirt. For Dante it meant stripping down to his boxers. The younger had to wonder how Dante had yet to complain about being cold, considering the interior of the office was a bit chilled, thus the blanket tossed carelessly over their laps.
Lifting his bored, sleepy stare from the tv to the window as it rattled from the force of another gust, Nero sighed and decided that he was going to call it a night. He pushed the blanket aside and stood, raising his arms above his head in a stretch as he yawned, a clear signal he was going upstairs to sleep.
He was prepared to ignore Dante, who had sat up when Nero stood, surprisingly warm hands grasping his hips as the elder nuzzled into his lower back, when another gust, stronger than the last whipped up against the glass of the windows, making the walls groan a bit before the lights went out, plunging them into darkness.
Dante lifted his head from Nero's back and looked around the now pitch black room. Well…not completely pitch black, as the kid's devil bringer cast a faint blue light against his side where it rested, not really illuminating anything past a couple inches.
"It's dark." Nero said quietly.
"Yes it is." Dante replied with a purr as his mind immediately decided this was a great opportunity to ravish his younger mate, the hands still resting on Nero's hips urging the other hunter to turn around. His smirk was hidden by the dark, but if the flare of light from that demonic arm was anything to go by, Nero had caught on.
He didn't get a chance to protest as Dante's fingers curled into the waist of Nero's pants and tugged them off his hips easily, leaning forward until his nose bumped into a cloth covered stomach. Using that as his guide, the elder slayer found himself relying on his memory of the kid's body to nuzzle lower until he caught the soft fabric of Nero's boxers in his teeth, tugging them down as well before nibbling his way back up to find the half-hard erection. Immensely satisfied with himself, he stroked the hardening flesh with his tongue before taking the now full cock into his mouth, delighting in Nero's soft cry.
Nero tensed at the heat engulfing him, biting at his bottom lip as he stared sightlessly into the endless black of the room, any chill that had seeped in completely forgotten, the wind outside disregarded as his mate started sucking him off so sweetly. His heart started to pound, the light of his bringer only brightening as he became more aroused by the second, feeling around before settling his hands in Dante's hair.
He'd barely gotten a chance to start enjoying the heat of the other's mouth before Dante pulled away, making Nero growl quietly at the loss, considering just yanking the older man's head back, but found he couldn't as slightly rough lips trailed up his stomach, his shirt bunching up as Dante worked up his body, finally standing straight and drawing the remaining article of clothing over his head. Nero caught a glimpse of his mate's half-lidded eyes and smug smirk in the light of his devil bringer, opening his mouth only to have it invaded by a warm tongue, groaning into the slow, passionate kiss that ensued. Where before he hadn't even been in the mood, his mind and body had gone into perfect sync once the lights had gone out, filling him with the urge to fall to the floor and mate. Rough and hard, easy and slow, he didn't care as long as it happened.
Nero purred softly after the kiss was broken, shivering lightly as he felt Dante's hand trailing slowly over his back and sides, the elder's nose brushing softly across his cheek to his jaw, lips eventually attaching to his neck, nibbling and sucking the vulnerable skin, every sensation heightened by the lack of light. His own hands traveled down Dante's strong back, stopping when they encountered the cool silk of his boxers. It didn't even take a second to remove them, leaving both hunters naked, their bodies pressed tightly together, Nero letting his head fall back as Dante switched to the other side of his neck, teeth roughly scraping over the faded mark that was already there.
"W-wait," Nero pushed away when Dante had made to grab his throbbing erection again, barely managing to get the elder an inch away. He didn't explain beyond lightly pecking his mate's lips before he used the soft light from his right arm to find the abandoned blanket, shoving the coffee table out of the way to spread it over the floor. He should've expected it, but the younger hunter still let out a surprised, yet pleased, gasp when Dante pressed against his bent over form, continuing to apply weight until Nero got the hint and knelt down on the blanket, sliding down to rest on his stomach. His eyes fluttered closed when he felt his hips lifted up. "Dante…" the word was barely a whisper, drowned out by the howling wind outside.
Though nothing could cover the strangled cry of pain and pleasure that escaped him when he felt his older mate thrust into him to the hilt, both hands fisting in the thin blanket under them. He sighed raggedly when Dante paused to let him adjust, littering his neck with more love bites that made him shiver all over again. When he grew impatient, Nero rocked back against Dante, "Move," he demanded, getting a low growl in reply, but all he was concerned about was that his mate did as he said.
Nero leaned his head back, breathless cries swallowed by the darkness surrounding them as Dante immediately began a slow, hard pace, pulling out almost entirely before slamming all of his erection back into his willing mate. The older half-devil found himself growling louder each time those tight walls clenched around him, searing in their heat, both quickly working up a sweat from the purposefully slow movement. Judging by the way Nero was panting and pushing back more insistently against him, the younger was growing impatient with the easy pace.
Dante didn't relent, forcing down his devil side that wanted to grip Nero's hips and just fuck him senseless, though he did lose a bit of patience himself and obliged Nero's cries for more.
The storm outside continued while the one the two hunters created inside was growing stronger. They rolled around on the blanket, growling and purring at each other, exchanging heated kisses that were one moment hot and the next languid, heated and playful. Dante would work them both close to a release before pulling away and switching to another position, teasing hands sliding over sweat-slicked skin. Nero was frustrated with constantly being denied, but at the same time enjoying it too much to complain. The blackness allowed them to create a heated world, where only the two of them existed, and that was just as arousing and intimate as the sex itself.
At one point, Nero found himself on his back, knees drawn up against Dante's sides as his mate leaned over him, both sweaty and panting desperately for air. He could make out parts of Dante's features from the pulsing light of his arm, half of his face lit up from the blue glow while the other was still cast in shadow. It was alluring and did nothing to hide the tint of red spreading across the older man's irises as his devil side began to fight for control. He tensed and let out a gasping moan as Dante thrust into him yet again, slowly working them up to that precipice again. Gritting his teeth, Nero bit at his shoulder, nails digging into Dante's back. "Harder," he growled, bucking his hips up. "I swear, Dante, if you stop again—''
"I'm not," the older half-devil promised heatedly, the words breathed right into Nero's ear, making him shudder and groan as Dante started to pound into him harder like he'd wanted. "Tell me when you're close, babe,"
Nero felt the heat rising low in his stomach again, barely able to get out any coherent words past the moans that repetitively fell from his lips, urging his mate to go harder. Faster. Delighting in the primal pace that quickly developed, loving the way Dante angled himself to thrust right into his sweet spot every time, tossing his head as he felt a warm hand wrap around his weeping erection and pump in time to the torturously pleasurable thrusts.
"Fuck! I- Ah! D-Dant…Dante!" Nero screamed as he arched his back up off the floor, unable to get the rest of the warning out before he came, the hot release spilling between them. He swore he saw white as the pleasure tore through him, feeling Dante's teeth sink into the side of his neck, drawing blood, growling ferally into the skin as he filled Nero to the brim with his own release, shuddering before collapsing against him.
Only after he started to come down from his high did Nero realize that the white that had exploded across his vision had had nothing to do with his orgasm, but that the lights had come back on. He blinked rapidly in the faint light that was overly bright after spending so long in the dark.
Dante finally pulled back and Nero was happily distracted with more kisses, hands threading through silver hair as their tongues tangled, both too exhausted to bother with trying to dominate the contact.
When the elder finally pulled away and rolled onto his back, Nero couldn't help but turn onto his side and cuddle close, smiling when Dante wrapped them both in the blanket he'd used to make a nest on the floor. "Best. Blackout. Ever." The devil hunter breathed, nuzzling down to sleep, making the younger chuckle and nip at his chest, too tired to reply.
Besides, they both knew he completely agreed.
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