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A New Definition	By : Blood_of_Dusk Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 2288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"C'mon, babe, we don't have anything else to do." The young half-devil was just as playful as ever, his grin wide, maybe even humored. He was propped lazily behind his desk, as usual. It was about two months, maybe a little more since all that had happened with the Temen-Ni-Gru. The city was safe and slowly recovering, though quite a few demons still roamed the streets, stragglers left behind from the huge amount that had escaped the massive tower. The newly dubbed Devil May Cry received quite a few calls every day. Dante was always happy to do the job, being the action-craving adrenaline-junkie he was; however, he was a little tired now, laid back and resting.
Lady, however, was fuming. She couldn't have been angrier with Dante if she tried. All the devil had done all day was sit around, stuff his face, and sleep. There was a job he was supposed to have taken that was maybe a five minute walk down the street. The customer was willing to pay 600 bucks just to kill off a few lesser demons and, yet, Dante had just let the opportunity slip as if it was nothing. Lady had come by that evening to collect her money, but she clearly wouldn't be doing that, seeing as Dante hadn't made any money and had taken it upon himself to spend his last bit of cash on ordering pizza before she got there. She knew Dante did that so she couldn't take that last little bit of money he had and that pissed her off. However, nothing pissed her off more than how irresponsible Dante was. Sometimes, she thought that the world might be better without men. Or maybe even better if the female race just banded together to enslave all men. Maybe then Dante could keep his brain-blood out of his dick and actually do what he was supposed to; mainly because she would emasculate him completely with the help of a baseball bat and hedge clippers if he didn't.
"Absolutely not." she retorted in a purely acidic tone, smacking both gloved palms of her hands down on Dante's desk in anger as she leaned forward. "You sit around this shit-hole all day, don't go to the job I set up for you, spend the rest of my money on pizza and you expect me to want to have anything to do with your 'fun'?"
"Why not?" Dante jested teasingly with a humored grin.
"What the Hell is your problem?"
"Heh," Dante huffed, pulling his feet off the desk and letting his chair fall down on all fours, "it's not my fault someone needs to take care of this." He made a gesture to the large and very obvious bulge in his pants and that was where Lady had enough.
"I'm leaving." Lady turned and headed straight for the door. Sure, she had slept with Dante before. He was her first. It was a moment of weakness and she honestly regretted it. Dante was a whore, he slept with everyone and she would never forgive herself for giving it up to a man who was unfaithful and only wanted sex. She knew Dante cared for her and valued her for more than just a good lay, but the half-demon obviously couldn't rein in his hormones enough to be the boyfriend she wanted a serious relationship with. Not now, anyway. She would give it a few years, let his sixteen-year-old brain catch up to his almost twenty-year-old body.
"Hey, c'mon, babe! Don't run off... Come help me with this!" he called after her, standing from his seat.
"Go fuck yourself, Dante!" she yelled back as she pushed the door open.
"Maybe I will!" With that, she was gone, kicking the door shut behind her, leaving Dante with a boner and no good time.
"Dammit..." he sighed, falling back into his chair. He was kind of a douche to Lady, but she needed to give him a break. Some days, Dante just didn't feel like doing anything. She had her days like that too, so she had to understand that he wasn't just a mindless tank. He needed rest too.
"What the Hell am I supposed to do now?" A man's hand was his best friend, but Dante was really getting tired of his. He thought that they should see other people.
"Could I be of assistance?" purred a dark, seductive voice. Dante, with blinding speed, grabbed Ebony from where he had left her on his desk, pointing it to his right where the voice had come from. He turned to meet the piercing crimson of a pair of eyes and his own trademark smirk plastered onto the pale, gray face of a near mirror-image.
"Heh," Dante scoffed, pulling the gun from pressing into the demon's chest, "and what the Hell could you do?" The demon smiled a wicked smirk, sauntering with a seductive swing to his hips to stand in front of the half-devil. Dante leaned back in his chair again, arms crossing across his chest with his gun still in hand as he looked up to meet the crimson eyes of his copy. The demon placed a hand on each of Dante's legs, pushing them farther apart. He sunk to his knees between the half-demon's leather-clad legs, leaning forward, licking his lips up at the scrutinizing eyes fixated on his own.
"Anything you want..." he purred suggestively, taking Ebony from Dante's hand when he let his arms fall and setting it beside the chair, out of the way, but not out of Dante's reach. The half-breed raised a brow at that. He had anticipated that this was just an attempt of the demon's to get him into a vulnerable state for attack. Since defeating that shadow in the tower, Dante hadn't used his copy, which he dubbed his "Doppelganger", for anything other than fighting. The idea of using it for something like this had not once come into his mind. A sigh left Dante's lips as the demon stared up at him expectantly, his hands rubbing up and down Dante's thighs, nearing his groin, but never touching it, effectively making him even harder.
"Fine... But try anything funny," he said cockily, gesturing to his gun with his eyes as he folded his arms behind his head, "and I'll kick your ass." The demon grinned toothily, showing off the sharp, little fangs betwixt the blunter tips of his pearly whites. His hands stroked down Dante's thighs once more before trailing up toward his groin. The fingers of one hand slipped beneath the rim of his pants to tease the skin there while he leaned forward to unzip the leather pants. He deftly lifted the zipper with his tongue before pulling it down slowly with his teeth, releasing Dante's hot length from its confines.
The half-devil breathed out a soft hiss at the cooler air, feeling himself begin to throb with anticipation. The demons lips barely touched his heated flesh, ghosting slowly down his shaft and back up, breathing hot breaths on him all the way. Dante's own breaths were starting to pick up to a light pant with his lust and need as the demon teased him, building up to the best part. His arms dropped from behind his head, one moving to thread into the hair atop the demons head to urge him along. A hot, wet tongue lapping gently at the head of his cock made the young devil hunter's breaths quiver as he watched his heavy shaft being picked up, pointed forward for the demon's lecherous mouth. The demon gave a few hard strokes to the swollen cock before pulling down to rest at the base. A nimble tongue licked and swirled around the weeping tip, tasting salty fluids before he took the fat, red head into his mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop.
"Mm," Dante groaned, breathing out a deep breath, "shit." His fingers began to thread through the silver locks so similar to his own. The urge to thrust up, plunge more of his length into the wet, slick heat sucking so teasingly on the head of his cock began to gnaw at his control. He lost it quickly, uncaring of the demon's comfort, bucking his hips up and forcing the head between his leg farther down with no regard to the other's need for air. The demon's red eyes rolled up to take in the half-breed's expression before he swooped down and promptly deep-throated the fat, throbbing cock, taking Dante's forcefulness only as encouragement. Dante's head flew back against the back of the chair with a loud thud that was overshadowed by the throaty groan that burst from his lips, oblivious to any sensation, but the pleasure his dark copy was laying down on him. He looked down and felt like he might lose it at the sight of the demon forcing more of his swollen organ into his mouth, hot drops of saliva trickling out of the lips stretched around his cock and down the inch or so remaining.
"Ah, fuck!" he blurted out gruffly, letting his head fall back again when a hand came up to rub and fondle his balls. The demon started bobbing his head on Dante's length, sucking roughly, uttering groans of his own and driving Dante positively wild. The young slayer's hips began bucking up in time with the head between his legs, making the fire coursing in his lower abdomen roar intensely. The horny devil savored the salty taste in his mouth, pre-cum oozing and drooling from the swollen treat throbbing on his tongue as he sucked harder. It was the first time Dante had been blown off in a long time and it was so fucking good, way better than any other time before.
"Oh, goddamn..." he growled huskily. The hand on the demon's head forced him to meet the hips that bucked up to plunge Dante's fat length down his throat as the red-clad slayer came with a guttural groan, spilling spurt after spurt of cum down his copy's throat for the demon to drink up greedily. He stayed like that for a moment before he fell back in his chair, releasing the devil's head as he panted in lungfuls of air. Electric blue met piercing crimson as Dante's darker copy pulled back and let his tongue loll out to lewdly lick around his lips, much like a cat would after drinking milk. He gave Dante a smirk before rising to his feet. However, before he had the chance to slink back off into the shadows, Dante promptly lunged from his chair, tackling the demon down onto the surface of his desk, hand around his throat.
"I'm not finished with you yet..." he growled as his hands hastily unbuttoned the demon's leathers and roughly yanked the zipper down, jerking the pants down to his knees to expose his hard length. The young slayer threw both of the dark copy's legs over his left shoulder, hugging them against his body as he positioned his still hard cock to enter the demon's now vulnerable ass.
"Let's see if you're really as tough as you look." Dante growled in challenge down at his copy.
"Heh," the demon huffed with a toothy grin, "bring it!"

A/N: Here's the first lemon to make a new appearance on my account. To anyone who hasn't read this before: I hope you enjoy it. It's not very long, but it does have a lemon in it. If you enjoy this story, check out my profile. More and more of lemons will be appearing soon, as well as my plotted stories. I hope to have all of my stories moved over from FFN by tomorrow. Anyway, thank you for reading and please rate and review!
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