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Thanatophobia	By : Blood_of_Dusk Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nero grunted in protest as his head banged against the wooden door. Dante had forcefully pushed him into it, just as he had many times during sex. This time, however, it lacked its usual force. It was still enough to make Nero feel a tiny tinge of pain in his skull, but it was as if Dante was holding back on him. The older man's body immediately followed his, pressing him against the door. He held the part-devil there with his palms on his chest. Normally, their fronts would have been fused together by now, but Dante kept an inch between them as if afraid to come any closer. Nero looked up at his face to see the emotion painted there. The hallway was dark, but he could still make out the silvery hair that draped into Dante's eyes as he held his head down. It was almost as if he was purposefully avoiding Nero's questioning gaze.
Nero was slightly concerned at Dante's behavior, but he attempted to move things along as he usually would. By now, they would be nipping and rolling each other around in a hot battle for dominance. He threw his weight to the side as best he could without agitating the recent wound in his abdomen. Normally, Dante would be all for Nero's attempts to gain the upper hand. What Nero had learned about Dante was that he rarely cared if he was on the top or bottom, he just enjoyed the struggle that determined which role he would fill. Regardless, the halfbreed seemed to have this ability to run the show even if he was on his knees and panting like a bitch while Nero assaulted him from behind. However, Dante didn't go along and flip himself around as he always would. He grabbed Nero's shoulders and quickly slammed him back into the door before burying his face in the crux of the younger man's neck.
"Dante?" Nero asked, letting his concern bleed into his words. This was seeming less and less like playtime and more and more as if something was behind the way the older man was acting. Something bad. Dante didn't respond to him. He just kept his face firmly pressed against Nero's collarbone. He seemed to take a big lungful of the younger male's scent before letting it out in a shaky breath. His breathing was strained and his hands trembled as much as every breath exhaled from his lungs as they found the bottom hem of Nero's shirt, sliding beneath the blood-soaked fabric. Nero let out a sibilant puff of air at how cool Dante's fingers were. They tickled up his sides, deliberately avoiding his stomach. Nero would have let himself drown in the sensation were it not for his still-present concern.
"Dante, what�Dante!" Nero raised his voice when the older man just continued touching him, raising his pace and force with each syllable the younger hunter spoke. He finally stopped, but still refused to lift his head.
"Dante, what's going on?" Nero asked softly. The hunter simply shook his head. Nero felt the stubble on the man's chin rub against his clavicle with the movement. The next sensation to ping upon his awareness was of something hot and wet dripping down his neck. Dante became deathly still as if he was trying his hardest not to move, and Nero's eyes widened in surprise.
"Dante, what's going on?" Nero asked. Dante shook his head; he didn't want to speak, didn't think he could with sounding weak. Already he was starting to shake from the effort of holding back his sobs. Tears pooled in his tightly shut eyes despite his efforts, dripping down his nose and cheeks and onto Nero's neck. He knew Nero would feel it, and even though he had failed to hide the wave of emotions that was coming to a crest at that very moment, Dante still refused to look at the younger man. He was crying. Maybe Vergil had been right when he said that the red-clad hunter was weak, pathetic.
Dante soon felt Nero's hands on his back, caressing him in slow, gentle rubs through his clothing. His skin warmed where the younger hunter's hands touched, and he felt goosebumps prick his skin. The sensation was soothing, and though it should have comforted him, it only seemed to make the pressure in his head worse as he resisted the urge to weep into Nero's shoulder, pour his pain into dark stains on the younger man's shirt.
"Dante, c'mon," Nero said, his voice so insultingly soft as if he thought Dante would break if it were any louder, "you know you can tell me anything." Dante must have truly been upset, for he found himself considering telling Nero immediately after the words brushed hotly against his ear. He thought to deny the part-devil's offer, but then he felt it. He had relaxed too much and let himself get to close to Nero. In doing so, he allowed the blood staining Nero's undershirt to seep through his own and paint his stomach red. It was slightly warm, cooler than Nero's temperature after having been out of his body for so long. Dante remembered that cold, sticky feeling. He had felt it on his hands many times after taking the life of a Scarecrow or Faust or any wayward demon and allowing the blood to remain on his hands. But this wasn't the blood of some demon; it was Nero's blood, and Dante felt his breath escape him as that thought brimmed in his head.
Nero attempted to push Dante at arm's length, but he shook his head again. For once, Nero exhibited obeisance, letting Dante's countenance remain hidden beneath his chin. He wrapped his arms around the older slayer, and Dante couldn't breath. His stomach was drenched in cold blood, and it was steadily making him sick. He never wanted to see so much or feel so much of Nero's precious life on him. Even if he hadn't been the one to harm the younger hunter, Dante still felt that it was entirely his fault. His lips trembled against Nero's skin, and though he just wanted to get away from that wretched liquid soaking his clothes, Dante hugged Nero against him in a steel grip as if the younger man would slip through his arms like sand.
Dante expected Nero to ask again what was wrong, but he remained quiet, patient. His hands still traced up and down the tense muscles of the halfbreed's back. Dante took a few moments to calm himself, wondering all the while if he should tell Nero how he felt? Shouldn't he? After all, the whole situation had been caused by Nero's near-death experience. Also, he and Nero had been together for some time. Wasn't this the kind of thing couples shared with each other? Dante wished he had the answers to those questions. In all honesty, he had never been this close to anyone before.
"I could have lost you." he finally whispered. His words were so quiet he almost thought Nero hadn't heard him, and for a brief moment, he wished that was the case. As soon as they left his lips, Dante wished he could pull them back and swallow them down. He felt vulnerable and open as if pinned to a cutting board to await dissection. Dante hated that feeling; he had always kept everything bottled up inside of him. Perhaps that was why it was so much harder when his bottle was finally full and brimming over. He wasn't used to letting go of so much emotion at once.
"I saw you... lying there and I..." Dante started when Nero hadn't said anything back. He couldn't finish that sentence. It was almost as if saying those last four words would make it come true. Dante felt Nero hug him tighter and found himself worrying if the pressure was hurting the scabbed up wound on the younger hunter's stomach.
"I'm still here." Nero breathed into his ear. Dante jerked with the sob that attempted to escape him at Nero's response. He gasped in the smallest bit of breath through his nose. His teeth grit and eyes clenched as his tears poured down his cheeks like froth at the surface of boiling water. Dante wanted to be happy that Nero's words were true, that the other man was still here and alive with him. He could only think, however, of his mother and Vergil and all the others he had lost. He could only think of what could have happened. The horrid image replayed in his mind of Nero being run through by that demon's rusty blade. He fell to the ground just as he had in reality, but in Dante's head, he never got back up.
"But what if you weren't?" Dante asked. He knew it could be heard in his voice that he was crying like a woman, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He just wanted this all to be over, wanted to forget that Nero had ever been hurt in the first place. The drying blood that glued their bodies together, however, kept the image fresh in his mind. He felt Nero's fingers thread through his hair, felt the younger man's cheek against his head as he leaned his own onto Dante's in an attempt at comfort, and the halfbreed was reminded of how easy it would be to lose this.
"You know you can't get rid of me that easy." Nero replied. "I'm going to be here for a long time." Dante seldom said a word in response. What could he say? He simply let those words sink in, pondered what they meant. He wished he could believe Nero, but he had lost too much in the past to believe that any kind of happiness would be longterm for him.
When he felt Nero's fingers on his chin pulling his head up, Dante didn't resist. Nero pulled him into a tender kiss that made Dante's stomach coil up in knots. He felt thumbs pet his cheekbones, wiping the tears from his face. Nero's claws then slid into his hair while the part-devil's left arm wrapped around his shoulders. Dante let an arm slide down to the curve of Nero's back, pressing their hips together. He lapped the other's lips with his tongue, and they opened permissively for the pink, wet muscle. Dante tilted his head to push his tongue further into Nero's mouth, probing the soft cavern. Nero arched slightly against him, moaning softly into his mouth. Dante felt warmth pool into his chest, and a twitch responded from his pants. They were moving so much slower than usual. Dante would normally become bored with such a pace, but right now he needed this.
The two men became a mass of heat and pleasure as hands searched for any inch of bare flesh and mouths meshed sloppily together. Saliva trickled from the corners of Nero's mouth and it got him thinking of other places he wanted to feel that warmth. His arm slid from Dante's broad shoulders to feel for the door knob. A sweep of the hunter's hips against his own made him tense up with a gasp of pleasure. After a few shaky pats of the door behind him, Nero's hand smacked onto the cold metal of the knob. He jiggled and twisted it until the door swung open behind him. Had it not been for Dante's arms trapping him against the hunter's body, he would have been afraid of falling backward once its support was gone. Instead, he stayed pinned to Dante as they began walking toward the bed, shedding clothing along the way.
Once they reached the bed, Nero was pushed back onto the softness of the duvet. His legs hung over the side of the mattress as Dante pulled his boxers and jeans down his legs, tossing them off to join the other forsaken apparel that littered the room. Nero sighed once he was exposed to the cold air of the room. His cock stood at half-mast but began to swell even more when he noticed Dante's hungry eyes giving him a once over, stopping on Nero's forming erection.
Dante salivated at the sight of Nero sprawled out on the bed. He made quick work of removing his own pants and chaps, stepping out of them once they were piled at his feet and leaving them were they fell. The cool air assaulted his bare skin, but it was quickly heated back up when he climbed onto Nero and settled between his thighs. They resumed their earlier writhing, mouths attached in a wet kiss. Both pairs of blue eyes slid closed and Dante's brow furrowed in concentration. His second, darker nature hurried him along, but Dante didn't want this to end so quickly. For once, he wanted to take the time to revel in Nero's warmth, his body. He wasn't about to let his more carnal urges get in the way of that, not after he had almost lost the opportunity to ever have this just once.
When Nero spread his legs to make room for Dante, the older male maneuvered them so that their hardened shafts rubbed together. They began to slowly thrust against each other, moaning and panting at the friction between them. After awhile, their grinding wasn't enough, and Dante wrapped a calloused hand around their cocks. He fisted their lengths at that same languid pace, giving them a few squeezes as he pumped. His nerves tingled with pleasure at just that small bit of contact. As if thinking the same thing, Nero thrust against him and let out a moan into his mouth. Dante pulled their lips apart with a wet smack, sliding his lips down Nero's jaw. He stopped to suck on the erogenous zone over Nero's pulse, nipping the spot and hoping a bruise would form there. He knew any wound left on Nero would disappear sooner than he would like, but he wanted to leave as many marks as he could. Just the memory that he had left them there would be enough to sate him for awhile.
Dante slid down Nero's body, nuzzling the younger male as he went while Nero's hands massaged his scalp. When he reached Nero's stomach, the scent of iron assaulted him again. He opened his eyes to the brownish shade of drying blood. It was the only remaining trace that Nero had ever been injured; the wound beneath had already knitted itself back together. Some strange urge bubbled up inside him, and Dante began licking the blood off of Nero, cleaning him. He looked up at Nero's face as he did so, a look in his eyes that seemed to plead for the younger man to never make him have to clean up such a macabre mess again. Nero said nothing, but the look he returned was one of apology.
With a few last licks, Nero was clean again. Dante didn't like the taste on his tongue. It wasn't fresh; it reminded him of death. He brushed those thoughts away as quickly as they came, not wanting to interrupt such an intimate moment with his brooding. Instead, he finished his descent, reaching Nero's groin with a long lick from his navel down. Dante pulled back to fist Nero's pulsing length in his hand, admiring the sizable pillar of flesh. Nero was quite well-endowed with a thick, beefy length. It was shorter than Dante's, but not by much. After Nero topped, Dante knew he liked to hear comments about how big he was and how good it felt. Dante smiled as he remembered how happy it had made Nero to have his ego stroked like that. The hunter had always found it funny and rather endearing how such a compliment could have Nero puffed up like a peacock all day. The memory of such amusing behavior made Dante feel a warm sense of affection for the younger male, and he knew he had truly fallen for him if he could be endeared by the part-devil's goofiness.
When Dante chuckled quietly, Nero looked down at him, but didn't say a word. A silence had settled between them, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It just seemed to make the situation that much more intense as the silence caused them both to concentrate even more on the pleasure. Nero watched as Dante gave his length a few tentative licks around the crown while he pumped it with his fist. Dante took the head in, sucking and twisting his tongue around it before he pulled it out of his cheek. He seemed to be teasing as he simply lapped around the head, taking it in briefly every few licks. Nero moaned at the treatment, thrusting when he was in Dante's mouth to attempt to coax the man to take him in deeper. He continued to refuse, simply teasing Nero's cock for quite awhile before he decided to move things along.
Dante lifted one of Nero's legs over his shoulder, making his bottom vulnerable to attack. After quickly coating them with saliva, Dante pressed two fingers against Nero's entrance, slowly pushing them inside. They went in rather easily. There was still the inherent tightness that served as a minor impediment, but Nero was used to being penetrated by now. His muscles relaxed quickly, and Dante was able to begin preparing him. Dante abandoned the task of sucking Nero off in favor of watching the younger man's face as he prodded his inner walls, searching for his prostate.
Nero's cheeks were tinted with red, and the color highlighted a few hidden freckles that dotted the bridge of his nose. His lips were parted with slight panting, and his eyes had become lidded and consumed by the blackness of his pupils. He looked so cute. Cute enough to eat, and Dante wanted to devour him whole. Nero gasped when Dante finally found his prostate, his muscles gripping the older man's fingers as if they didn't want him to stop. Dante shivered, wanting to feel those muscles around him as he buried himself in his lover. Nero was writhing, pushing his hips into the friction inside him. He was tempting Dante to enter him, and the older male was not such a fool as to believe the younger hunter wasn't doing so purposely. Dante punished him out of the pure desire to tease him, fingering him until he was all but verbally begging for Dante to replace the digits with something bigger.
When Dante could take it no longer, he pulled his fingers out of Nero and moved back up his body. Nero's legs spread obediently, and Dante pressed against his entrance. His pre-cum wetted Nero's tight pucker, but it obviously wouldn't be enough lubrication. On the same wavelength, Nero was already rummaging through the nightstand drawer for the lubricant. He pulled the tube out and seldom bothered with closing the drawer. Dante took the offered tube quickly, squirting the slick fluid on his length and fisting it to coat himself. Dante snapped the lid closed on the tube and tossed it onto the other side of the bed in case it would be needed later on. His attention quickly returned to the task at hand. He wasted no time in pushing the head in. The remainder of the halfbreed's member followed slowly when Nero only showed a sign of minor discomfort.
Hissing, Nero's eyes rolled up to the ceiling once Dante was fully sheathed inside him. It hurt a little, but he could deal with the pain. What was even worse was his impatience. He wanted this to start now, but Dante seemed to feel the need to wait a moment. Nero appreciated his concern but wished he would hurry up.
"Mm, fuck." Nero mumbled when Dante slid out and back into him. His legs instinctively wrapped around the older hunter's thighs, pushing him, demanding that he do it again. Dante first slid an arm beneath Nero's neck, the other beneath the small of his back, hugging the younger man against him. Nero, in turn, wrapped both arms around Dante's shoulder, one fisting in his white locks while the other dug its claws lightly into his back. As Dante upped his pace, they started to dig in until they barely punctured the skin in pleasure. Nero rolled his head to the side as his muscles spasmed around Dante, increasing the friction. Dante seemed to take that as his cue, thrusting in earnest into Nero's twitching warmth. His pace wasn't as quick as normal, but his thrusts were long and powerful. Nero savored each stroke of his prostate.
Nero let out deep, gravelly moans. He would normally attempt to hold his sounds back, but something about the intimacy of their coupling made him wanton. Dante seemed to feel the same. Nero let his hand glide down Dante's back to squeeze a firm cheek in his hand, and Dante gasped out, "Oh, Nero!" That throaty gasp was followed by harder thrusts inside him, and Nero pushed on Dante's butt as if he could make the man slide in deeper by doing so. He was already as deep as he could go in their position.
Dante squeezed Nero against him as his hips pumped relentlessly into the younger man. Nero dragged his claws up his spine, gripping the older man tightly as if he would float away if he didn't. Expletives, 'ooh's and 'ah's tripped from his panting mouth with each thrust, and Dante crushed their lips together to swallow those delicious sounds. Dante dropped his head a moment later to lick up Nero's chest to his neck, and the action seemed to make the younger hunter lift his hips further into Dante's thrusts. Nero threw his head back and groaned out something unintelligible, his words gruff, drawn out and bounced by Dante's thrusts rather than their proper syllables. The sound was so natural, so Nero that it was almost Dante's undoing. He felt his cock give a heavy throb and slowed his pace down to prevent himself from cumming to soon. Nero looked frustratedly at him for a moment before his expression turned to one of curiosity when the older hunter sat back on his knees.
"C'mere," he mumbled, pulling Nero up into his lap. Dante slid deeper inside him as he sat up, and Nero let out a gasp at the new depth. Dante wrapped his arms around his back, and Nero's own returned to wrap around the halfbreed's shoulders. Their faces were so close together that Nero felt the heat of Dante's breath flood his face. He stared into his partner's eyes as he waited for him to say or do something.
"Why don't you show me what you can do?" Dante breathed in a voice so gravelly it almost didn't sound like him. Nero shuddered at those words before their meaning sank in. He obeyed, using the strength of his legs to bounce himself in Dante's lap. Nero moaned as Dante's cock sank deeply inside him, and the older man breathed out a shaky breath. He seemed to watch in fascination as Nero rode them both into ecstasy. It took all his willpower to still his own hips, and Dante remained motionless to watch Nero for a few moments before his cock started to twitch, and he could force himself still no longer. With every downward thrust of Nero's hips, Dante thrust up inside him. Both men grunted and growled at the friction, coming closer and closer to the end with every thrust.
"Oh, God!" Nero barked. Dante panted animalistically against Nero's neck.
"God ain't got nothin' to do with this." he growled, slamming into Nero's abused hole. The younger man moaned, beginning to tremble uncontrollably as his orgasm approached. Dante's name fell repetitively from his lips, the hunter growling in response. He thrust as hard as he could, pounding pleasure into Nero. He was on the verge of exploding himself but held his orgasm back forcefully to ensure Nero finished first. The hunter panted with the exertion, his breaths sounding more like that of an animal in rut than any ordinary human. Nero's sounds of pleasure drove him nuts, and Dante could practically feel his eyes turning red. His lip curled back to expose his teeth as the wild convulsions of Nero's muscles around him signaled that he was seconds away from shooting his seed all over them.
"Gonna cum." Nero mumbled to the best of his ability. Dante thus angled every thrust into the part-devil's prostate, and it wasn't long before he was moaning as his pleasure peaked. Just as he was about to cum, Nero felt sharp points sink into his neck. Somehow the pain made the pleasure all the more satisfying, and his orgasm hit him with earth-shattering intensity. He felt all ability to make sound escape him, and his breathed hitched completely as his cum spurted between them. White exploded behind his eyelids, and Nero thought he must have died. The overwhelming calm he felt almost convinced him he truly had.
Dante came immediately after, biting into Nero's neck harshly as he filled the younger hunter with cum. Nero filled his mouth with blood in return, and Dante drank the hot liquid like a man on the verge of dehydration. It wasn't cold like the blood from earlier but hot with the essence of life. Dante savored the taste and kept his teeth buried in Nero's jugular as long as he could. He wanted a mark to be left there, one that would make a scar instead of healing completely. One that would stay there and greet him every morning when he woke, reminding him that Nero was his.
A few moments later, the stroking of Nero's fingers through his hair relaxed Dante, and he removed his teeth from his lover's neck. The two held each other for a moment of peace, covered in stickiness while Dante was still buried inside Nero. Dante held Nero tightly, wishing this moment between them could last forever. He took a few moments to simply feel Nero's slightly erratic heartbeat against his chest before speaking.
"Please don't ever leave me." he whispered, feeling an odd sense of fear as those words left his lips. That feeling of awaiting dissection returned, but he forced it down.
"I won't." Nero replied. "I'm going to be with you forever if I can help it." Dante hugged him tighter, feeling pain prick in his chest.
Don't make promises you can't keep, kid.
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A/N: I know this story probably needs some tweaking because it's been awhile since I wrote it. I just really wanted to get it formatted and uploaded now, though, so I could get it off my back. I feel like I missed some things, so please let me know if you found any errors. Thank you for your time and please review!
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