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Since his fight with Urizen, Nero has been on edge.
It's not like anyone can blame him – getting your ass whooped a handful of times can put anyone in a sour mood. And finding out that devils are a thing… that Dante is one…
Well, it's all just a bit much to take in.
He and Dante stand before the Qlipoth tree, its wilting form scratching demonic crags across the sky as the branches try and flail for energy in its dying life. Dante hasn't looked at him since revealing that monstrous side of him, and honestly, Nero is kind of getting over it. Being ignored never really sat well with him.
Nero huffs a grunt, crossing his arms across his chest as he looks up at the darkening sky. He can see Dante out of the corner of his eye, and the older man seems to take a hint well enough. He sidles in closer, and Nero almost wonders if he's going to ask what's wrong.
As if he shouldn't already know – you don't just get to turn into a freak of nature and expect those around you to just be okay with it…
Dante looks at him, a wry smile on his lips, “What? You pent up or something?”
Nero looks at him, snarls, “No.”
Simple, short, to the point. If Dante can't tell the reason he's upset, he'd just like to be left alone.
Dante's smile grows wider – “Seem pretty pent up to me. How's about I help you out with it? Mano a Mano?”
Nero looks at him now, curious.
“What do you mean?”
“Just a little –” Dante waggles his fingers, giving them a lewd crook that has Nero's face flushing.
“N – No, thank you. I think I'm fine.” Nero declines, turning away from the older man to fiddle with his Devil Breaker. The wires have started to come out of the casing – a minor issue he'll have to get with Nico about fixing before it becomes a bigger problem.
“Aw, c'mon kid – no need to be shy!” Dante croons, waltzing up to Nero and throwing his arm over the shorter boy. Nero freezes up at the contact, like a cat that has just been caught by the scruff. Dante thinks he's about to meet the cat's claws, but Nero seems to be all hiss but no action. At least when he's confronted with a monster like Dante.
He still seems shaken up by Dante's Devil Trigger… Poor kid…
“How about this – I help you get that attitude under control, and you get to control the situation. You say ‘stop’ and we stop. But… if you don't… I'll have no way of knowing what it is you want. Sound like a fair bet?”
Nero looks up at him with wide eyes – bright and shining and oh so trusting. It makes Dante's pants tighten at the sight. Nero seems to think for a bit, worrying his lower lip in between his teeth, puffing the flesh up until he lets it go to show red and welting against the blanched paleness of his features.
Jesus, he looks so young…
“Fine. But as long as you keep your word.” Nero accepts, hesitation still ever present in his wary stance.
Dante grins mirthlessly, “I always keep my promises.”
He edges into Nero's personal space, kneeing his way in between Nero's thighs. His boots chuff against the ground, and he takes Nero's chin in between his fingers. He forces the younger man to look up at him, forcing his eyes up to meet his own – to watch himself in those glassy, reflective baby blues that remind Dante so much of another…
He distracts himself and his wanting by brushing his nose against Nero's, nuzzling at his cheeks before gently laying his lips over the younger man's own. Nero freezes at the contact – whether because he's afraid of what's to come or out of inexperience, Dante would never know.
What he does know is that Nero's lips are chapped – rough, and torn at. As if he's done nothing more but chew at them during his fights. A silent reminder to stay vigilant. An ever gnawing sensation of pain to distract him from the horrors that await him in the depths of the Qlipoth.
Dante licks at Nero's lips, bringing some semblance of moisture to them, feeling their plumpness return as he suckles at the lower one. He runs his teeth over the fattening piece of tissue, and Nero groans as his eyes flutter closed.
That's a good boy…
Dante sneers as he lets Nero's lip go, breathing hot air over his handiwork, watching how Nero's lips tremble and his eyes scrunch closed as he tries to figure out if it's okay to open them again. He really must be working from inexperience then – What would dear Kyrie think.
There’s something about the boy – something familiar, something that is foreign to the humanity that clings to him like a film, threatening to choke him on it. Something that lingers beneath the surface, begging to be let out. Something akin to a devil …
The thought makes Dante's hands wander, traveling down to latch onto Nero's waist so hard that Nero's eyes shoot open, his mouth open, aghast.
“Want me to stop?” Dante cuts into Nero's thoughts, that smile ever present, even as his hands grip tightly at Nero's being. Nero seems to think it over for a second, before deciding.
“No.”
Dante flips him down, then – taking Nero off his feet in an instant that has his back slamming into the ground with a force that knocks the wind out of him. Nero clamors to right himself, scrabbling at the ground with tense fingers as Dante descends upon him. He bullies his way between Nero's thighs, grinding their clothed groins together in such a fashion that Nero gasps. His mechanical arm comes up to grasp at Dante's shoulder, bracing himself as Dante's hips roll against his own.
He makes a soft hiccuping sound, his entire body tensing as he feels a wave of pleasure cascade over him. It centers in his groin, extending out like branches of the tree above them, reaching out to his extremities and nestling against the orbitofrontal cortex of his brain.
Pleasure rakes over him, digging in with sharp claws, refusing to let go. Dante doesn't let up – moving to suckle at Nero's neck with nipping fangs that graze over Nero's flesh. It makes gooseflesh rise up over his entire body, the baby hairs on his arms rising to attention as Dante sucks hard on the juncture of Nero's neck and shoulder.
Nero's head feels light. So light he thinks he'll pass out. He fights for breath, needing to breathe, reminding his body to inhale and exhale – no matter how rough and jagged it might sound to his ears. How strange it is, to be so turned on by such simple sins of the flesh. He thinks of Kyrie, and hopes for her forgiveness.
Dante has no such qualms about his mortal desires.
He ravages Nero's throat, laying claim to whatever amount of skin that the younger man will allow him. He knows he's on borrowed time, so he needs to move quickly. He lets a hand roam down from where he holds Nero's waist, down ever still to grip Nero's quickly warming groin between his legs through the denim jeans that divides them. Nero's hips jerk in surprise – twitch in anticipation. He jumps at the contact and his breathing halts suddenly as his lungs tighten at Dante's firm grasp.
Nero's eyes are hazy with lust already. The blue sheen overlaying his dusty baby blues gives him an otherworldly look – like he's staring at a computer screen, or illuminated by a street vendor sign in some back alley shop.
Or perhaps, it's the look that is reflected in the sparks that fly when he's welding something, working through a project, his entire mind and body working as one to achieve a common goal.
Whatever it is, Dante wants more of it.
He dives nose first into Nero’s shoulder, pushing past the high collar of his hoodie to get access to Nero’s flesh. He places another well earned bite on the soft flesh, letting his teeth really sink in and grab a hold of the younger man as he works to rip open Nero’s belt.
Dante has barely had time to shove his hand down Nero’s pants before the younger man is scrambling to catch his wrists, stammering out something along the lines of ‘Wait’ and ‘Dante’... but never ‘Stop’. He never says stop.
Dante’s hands reach pubes – soft and curly – and he turns into an even more ravenous beast as he yanks Nero’s pants down with a clattering of belt buckles and buttons.
He stops, staring down at what he’s been confronted with…
There's a pause as Dante sizes Nero up – rubbing his stubbled face with his fingers as he contemplates the marvel that he's seeing.
A pretty pink pussy, topped with a mop of white curls – cut short, just as the curtains up top.
“So the drapes do match.” He says with a sardonic grin, and Nero hisses his disapproval.
“Shut up! You were the one who asked – do you want me to end this here, already?”
“Oh no, kid, I was just teasing.” Dante chuckles, making himself comfortable, leaning into Nero's personal space while aligning his fingers at Nero's entrance.
Warmth radiates off of Nero's cunt, and Dante brings his fingers back up to suck at them. Nero watches him with rapturous wonder and slight confusion. Dante releases his fingers with a sigh, letting his saliva trail down to his palm as it connects to his tongue, which hangs lazily out from his mouth.
“Gotta get these warmed up for ya.” He says, noticing Nero's expression, before inching his fingertips into Nero's tight entrance.
Nero flinches at the intrusion, breathing in short, quick breaths to calm himself down. He's never really… done anything with what he's packing – never really saw a reason to. Dante's pace is slow, methodical, as if he knows this… perhaps Nero's face gives more than he's willing to give, verbally.
Dante manages to get his two main fingers inside of Nero with little strife, seating himself to his palm in Nero's insides. He sits, and waits, and watches.
At first, Nero is quiet – still, waiting patiently for his body to accept the intrusion and work its way around Dante’s fingers.
Then, he starts to squirm.
His hips jerk a bit, running in little circles as he tries to keep his mouth still. He fails, his lips quivering as he bites his lower lip in an attempt to stifle any emotion from being perceived on his features.
Dante wriggles another finger inside of him, watching with methodical prowess as Nero's body tries to push back against the intrusion. His head falls forward on his chest, chin trembling as he tries to hold back his moaning cries. It doesn't necessarily hurt, but it's still uncomfortable. Especially when Dante drags his fingers out of him, before slamming back in at a terrible pace that makes Nero flinch.
“Can't you be a little bit… I don't know…”
“Careful?” Dante tries to be helpful, smiling as he knows he's distracting Nero from answering with another piston of his fingers. Nero lets out a choked sob, his eyes scrunching tightly closed.
“No – just – can't you be more h – helpful?”
Nero finally gets the words out, glaring daggers at Dante. He huffs, chest rising and falling in a haggard rhythm.
Another finger – three in total. Much more than Nero's ever taken, much more than he thinks he can take.
It feels as if his entire being is on fire – rushing, burning him up from the inside out. Nero grunts and groans at the new sensation, gagging on the feeling of fullness as his back arches until all that touches the ground is his ass and shoulders. His hands are up in the air next to him, clenching and unclenching into fists, fingers twitching as he all but seizes up as Dante continues to finger him.
He's going to cum…
He's going to cum, and it's going to be because of Dante. All his mind can think about is the man between his legs, those calloused fingers jutting in and of his trembling lower half at a bruising pace that almost has Nero on the edge of tears.
“Please…. Please, Dante…” Nero's voice is a quiver, his begging falling on ever listening ears.
“That's it… That's my baby bird.” Dante's own voice is calm, cool, collected. Nero jerks at the pet name, but he's brought back into the folds of ecstasy with another crook of Dante's fingers in his cunt.
There's a soft squelching as liquid spent oozes out of Nero along with Dante's roaming fingers, and Dante takes his digits out of the younger man and brings them to his face. He sniffs at them with a long, drawn out huff of air, before opening his mouth and sucking them into his open maw like a man starved.
Nero lets out a warbled cry of disgust, “You… didn't tell me you were that kind of guy.”
Dante meets his eyes, letting his now clean fingers slip from his mouth with a slick ‘pop’ , “What kind of guy did you think I was?”
Nero feels ashamed at the question. What kind of guy did he think Dante was? When they first met, he thought that Dante was the cool, arrogant type. Now, he thinks that he's lewd, brash, and generally someone to be feared if that ferocious look in his eyes is anything to go by.
There’s a deep crimson overlay to Dante’s eyes that Nero originally attributed to lust, but as time has gone on and it has only served to flare up like a flame… Nero’s not so sure, anymore.
It’s too primal – too… animalistic. A feral touch on an otherwise domesticated mutt.
It all goes out the window when Dante leans down and lets a big, wide stripe of his tongue glide over Nero’s cunt. The tip of his tongue catches on Nero’s clit, making the younger man jump clear out of his skin as he slaps a hand over his mouth. He fights back a sound of surprised pleasure as Dante digs his nose in between Nero’s folds and begins to suck and tongue at his insides – a dog sniffing around, as if starved for nourishment. Willing to devour whatever may come across its path whole.
“D – Don’t! Dante!” Nero stutters out, throwing his head back as Dante’s teeth come into play, gently running over the nub of tender nerve endings of Nero’s clit. He sucks at the hardening bud, swirling his tongue over it to coat it with his saliva, his eyes never leaving Nero’s face as he stares up at the younger man with attentive, wolfish eyes.
Nero can barely breathe as he claws at the ground, before turning his claws on Dante – grabbing at the man’s scruffy hair, tugging on those gray strands without a care for Dante’s feelings… and Dante lets him. He doesn’t wince, doesn’t complain… he merely moans as he digs himself deeper into Nero’s cunt. Salivating, he slurps at Nero’s folds as if at an oasis in a desert, long lost thirst overtaking him as he grips at Nero’s hips and yanks him down further on Dante’s searching tongue. Nero rides his face, holding on for dear life as if he’s on a wild ride that he’s afraid of being bucked off of.
Faust lies forgotten to the side, the velvety white surface calming in the storm of black and red that radiates all around them.
Dante sucks at Nero's entrance, bringing his thoughts back to the present – to Dante – as if he can't stand not being the center of attention. As if Nero himself could focus on anything else right now but the man currently eating his pussy, humping the ground like a dog in heat.
He’s gonna cum. Again. Oh god, he’s going to cum, again and – and there’s something else.
Something else, burning inside of him, threatening to break free, as if scratching and burrowing out from his lower back. Nero’s voice breaks out of him as he gasps for breath, slamming his hands down on the ground for further purchase.
Dante grins below him, hovering over Nero’s clit, breathing steady, heavy breaths over the sensitive nub of flesh.
“G – Gonna piss… Dante! It’s too much! S – Something is c – coming out!” Nero slurs, his words coming out of him in a fountain that is a mirror of what it feels like his cunt is doing. It feels like liquid is rushing out of him, spilling out of his opening in a showering fount of ecstasy. He groans loudly as the feeling overwhelms him. He chokes on nothing, gasping for anything.
Dante seems to be enjoying the sight, purring something along the lines of ‘ Good boy ’ and ‘ Squirt for me ’.
Nero doesn’t know what he means by that – has never felt like this in all his life. All of this is so sudden, so new… He throws his head back as the overwhelming overflow subsides, leaving his cunt pulsing and his clit twitching. He can feel his body burning up. It’s like another wave is coming, raging through him like wildfire. Dante retakes his engorged clit in his mouth, waggling his tongue over the sensitive nub until Nero is a quaking, shivering mess beneath him.
“Dante… I can’t – S –”
He cuts himself off from saying that word. Because deep down, he doesn’t want this to stop. Dante’s overwhelming intensity may be scary, but it feels just too good . So good – and Dante doesn't stop. He laps at Nero's clit in wide strokes, the fire in his eyes burning brighter, wilder… It's as if he's looking for something.
“C'mon kid…. C'mon baby bird, let me see those wings …” Dante mouths around Nero's pussy lips, taking in all of him in that jagged opening of too sharp teeth and an even sharper tongue.
“What – What are you talking about – ahhh!” Nero manages out before his body is overtaken by a giant wave of pleasure, washing over him and bursting out from his abdomen in a gushing tsunami of overstimulation.
As he comes, something behind him flourishes, unfurls.
Nero screams silently as the feeling scrabbling at the skin of his lower back erupts from him, lifting him off the ground and flapping at either side of him. Nero gasps as he sees blue – bright blue – glowing, pulsing with energy and static lightning that crackles and sparks.
Wings. Because that is what they are – ethereal euphoria coursing through his brain as he tries to concentrate on what he's seeing.
He gasps for breath at their majesty, eyes captivated by their luminescent radiance. He blinks a few times, as if expecting the apparitions to disappear, to fade out of his sight, leaving a residual to burn into his retinas as if a shock of light.
He’s surprised when they don’t leave, instead fluttering in the cold air, beating with power as if connected to the way his insides continue to pulse, squeezing around Dante’s ever present fingers and tongue…
Dante…
Nero’s eyes move down the planes of his chest and abdomen, staring down into Dante’s glowing, blood red eyes – their ruby depths poisoned with a hungry look that has Nero shaking to his core.
“What… What have you done to me?” Nero whimpers, watching the way the wings attached to his body twitch and move with the firing of his neurons in his brain, his thoughts commanding the muscle and sinew that flex with the power of a godless being’s touch. A devil's touch.
“What… am I?”
Dante sneers at the question, “Same thing as me, baby bird. Now, let's dance .”
Dante flings Nero's legs over his shoulders, bending the younger man in half, and his hands shoot down to start undoing his own leather chapped pants. Nero lets out a startled gasp, little more than a yelp before he realizes that something is being pushed against his folds – something big, and something ribbed.
Nero’s face falls, his blood running cold as he tries to keep his eyes on Dante’s face. He knows if he looks down, he’s lost. Lost what, he isn’t too sure… but it can’t be a very good thing. He swallows down his anxiety – thick and heavy in his throat – and Dante’s fiery red eyes hold his icy blues with a strict determination that begs Nero to tell him to stop.
He won’t, though.
Because all of this feels too good – the long, dragging thought of that being pushed inside of him, the way Dante’s entire body presses against his as if slotting a piece of a puzzle together to make a singular picture… It’s all so deliciously effective at making Nero’s brain go fuzzy that he can’t stand it. He grips at Dante’s arms – so broad, so intimidatingly strong – and whines as Dante’s cock catches on the top of his folds and tugs ever so exquisitely across his clit.
Dante thinks that he’ll only be able to handle so much of this teasing – his own body running hot as a furnace as he begins to angle his cock head against Nero’s wet and throbbing pussy entrance. Nero’s lips are puffy, slick with his already multiple orgasms that still wrack through his body. Nero is still sensitive from his last one, his legs twitching against Dante’s upper back as Dante rubs himself against Nero, bullying past his wanting lower lips.
He doesn’t want this to hurt – despite what the growing, growling monster inside of him may think, otherwise. He finally breeches past Nero’s tight entrance, and they both groan in unison as Dante slowly but surely sinks into those welcoming folds.
Nero feels so full – as if everything that is entering him is filling him up to his throat, threatening to strangle him on it. He’s so sure that that’s the end of it, until Dante keeps going. He wants to ask how much longer Dante is going to tease him, how much longer he has to endure, when he finally – finally, gratefully – feels Dante’s hips nestle against his own.
Dante groans, his eyes fluttering up into his head as he rolls his shoulders, his head hanging between them as he keeps himself perched atop of Nero. The younger man almost wants to ask him if he’s alright – if he plans to move or if they should stop – when all his words are torn out of him as Dante begins the arduous process of pulling his hips back. His cock drags along Nero’s walls so tightly, every ridge hitting every spot inside of Nero. It makes all of Nero’s thoughts fade to white as he fights back his own deluge of sounds.
His attempts to fight back has its own effect on Dante.
He sees Nero fighting, struggling to keep himself in a presentable fashion – and he wants nothing but to ruin that calm, cool exterior. The one that reminds Dante so much of a time long past – a grudge not settled, a promise yet kept…
He slams back into Nero with a surprising speed, one that has Nero gasping for breath. The ridges along the underside of Dante’s cock rakes across Nero’s insides, making his eyes see stars as he tries to calm himself down. It’s big, and Nero is oh so tight… He thinks he might come just from this. Dante bends him further in half, leaning into Nero’s personal space as he does, breath fanning out over Nero’s face as he growls and snaps his jaws at Nero’s jugular. He looks and acts like a rabid dog, Nero thinks… and that unhinged, wild side of him just makes Nero’s cunt tighten up more.
“Fuck, kid… keep that up – and I might just come from how tight you are.” Dante growls in Nero’s ear. Nero’s entire body shudders at the feeling of air brushing across his ear lobe, traveling down his neck, crossing against his collar bones. He bundles up tighter in his jacket, bringing up his arms to shield himself from Dante’s prying eyes.
Dante grabs at Nero’s wrists forcing his arms back down as he bends Nero at the waist, pushing down on him with his entire weight as he continues to grind his cock in the tightness of Nero’s walls. He doesn’t think he can last long with how delicious the younger man’s insides are… and that’s saying something for Dante.
He’s used to taking a long time – dragging out the sensations of the lust-fueled night that he would take for regular humans… But Nero is different. Something about the kid is off – and Dante is dying to figure out more. He pumps his hips faster, arching his thrusts in such a way that has Nero gritting his teeth trying not to sound like a fucking whore, all wanton moans and sighs of pleasure that creep into Dante’s mind and wriggle between his ears.
He was so sure that there was something special about the boy – something different – and he was right. He just would have no idea how right he would be. Dante grunts, throwing his head up as he fights to continue for control of the situation, gritting his sharpening teeth together. He can feel them growing in his head, his canines forcing themselves to the front of his consciousness.
Despite it all, his hips don’t find a stopping point – their pace a constant bruising effect as his balls slap against Nero’s ass. With each impact, Nero jumps a bit, his mouth open and wanting as sounds fail to come out of him. Dante’s hands tense and grip at anywhere that he can grab on Nero – failing to stay in one place as he wants to hold him down, fill him up, keep him from running away…
There’s a harsh feeling – sharp, and painful – inflating outside of Nero before bursting past his defenses with a harsh slap of Dante’s hips. Nero whines, throwing his head back in abject pain as he sees stars, his vision going blank. He gapes up at the sky above him, his mouth open like a fish out of water as the feeling of fullness inside of him brings him back to a grounded state.
What the hell just happened?
He looks down at where they are connected – and he can’t see much more of Dante’s cock than the mere base – rugged spines growing out of it, tipped in fiery red that seem to glow and pulse in the low light. He knows that something is inside of him, something that is different, and new.
“What… What did you do?”
“It’s what did you do, kid… You go and do this to me, and ask what I did?” Dante growls, and there’s a difference to his voice that scares Nero.
His piercing eyes hold Nero in place as their hips rock in sync with each other, the feeling of fullness not escaping Nero’s tight cunt. Nero has no idea what he’s talking about… He’s not really the best at devil anatomy, after all.
Nero shakes his head, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Dante.”
Dante laughs, a deep guttural thing, “I guess it’s the first knot you’ve probably taken in your life. I should feel honored.”
A knot? Nero doesn’t know anything about that – but if it’s anything to go by how it feels, a deep sense of dread overwhelms him. He feels his face sink, his heart sinking ever deeper, and he begins to try and struggle away. The tug of Dante’s thickened cock makes him wince, as if they are bound together, as if getting away will harm him far more than staying still…
He’s scared – more scared than he has been – even more scared than facing that monster inside the Qlipoth tree, with its menacing gaze and mumbled promises of destruction in the face of power and absolutes.
Nero feels himself spiralling before Dante grabs his face and forces him to look up at him. There’s a darkness that has fallen over Dante’s features – one that has Nero’s insides clenching involuntarily and his face flushing at the attention. His pupils dilate to pin pricks, and the look of utter fear kindles a flame in Dante’s groin that sparks and catches like a wildfire.
“Keep your eyes open, baby bird. I want to see how you feel when I cum inside of you.”
Dante’s hands slam down on Nero’s wings, trapping them against the ground, watching with a sick fascination as they flap and fight to gain traction, to wring themselves free of Dante’s grasp. He clenches his fist around them, feeling the powerful energy that radiates warm and bright beneath his fingers.
“Gonna fill you up…” Dante murmurs, even more drool catching at the edge of his mouth, his teeth elongating as the devil inside of him threatens to break free, “Let me do it.”
The last bit is the devil talking – his voice dropping an octave, becoming a devious purr that resembles a rumbling engine. Nero starts to try and move his legs, to get away however he can, and Dante lets go of Nero’s flailing wings and digs his claws into the meat of Nero’s thighs.
“No getting away, now.” Dante chides, and Nero’s wings freeze as the rest of his body runs cold.
“Don’t… Don’t come inside!” Nero exclaims, trying to bat away Dante’s bulky frame – his hands slamming into Dante’s chest doing little more than a bird’s wings beating against a gilded cage. Tears well up in the corners of his eyes, his lower lip quivering as he bucks his hips trying to disconnect them.
Dante’s knot keeps the two of them closely connected, almost to a painful degree, as his claws dig into Nero’s supple thighs. Beads of blood bubble up around where they pierce Nero’s flesh, dribbling down as gravity takes control of their descent.
“D – Dante! Don’t!” Nero whines, dragging out the last syllable as he cries around another choked orgasm building in his lower belly. The thought of Dante coming inside of him does things to him that he would rather not think about – things that make his clit twitch and his insides pulse. That in and of itself makes Dante growl, his voice welling up from deep inside his chest, causing it to spill out from him along with a breath of hot air. It wafts out from behind his teeth like a dragon’s flames, licking out in the frigid, still air that envelopes the two of them in their supernatural surroundings.
Nero’s wings flap fruitlessly behind him, beating at the ground feverishly as he tries to get away, but Dante grips his legs harder, digging in with a sharp intake of breath as he rocks his knot inside of Nero’s cunt. The stretch is unimaginable, threatening to break out of him… yet, the stretch also sends sharp shards of pleasure through Nero’s core as he grits his teeth to keep from moaning out.
His back aches with the newfound pressure of muscle and sinew arching out from him, the soft glow of his devil wings illuminating the fine ridges and curves of Dante's abdominal muscles. There's a bit of softness to his belly that comes with age, yet still it holds the sharp edges of a well working body that's in a constant state of motion.
Dante's forearms flex as he fights to hold Nero still – a veritable bucking bronco of a ride that has Faust on his head shivering to stay attached. Nero tears his eyes away from the sight, cheeks flushing at the embarrassment of being fucked by a man with a cowboy hat on. As long as Dante doesn't do a ‘yeehaw’ he'll be okay…
Dante instead leans in, chomping at the air beside Nero's head, teeth clacking together around nothing as he fights back the urge to lay claim to the younger man beneath him. His instincts are screaming at him to bite, to claim, to maul .
He wants to ruin the stretching of taut muscle that is Nero's throat, tear out that bit that bobs with every gulp of wanton moaning and drink from the fountain of blood that wells up in those purplish blue veins…
But that's the devil talking.
That's the devil that has its claws in Nero's thighs, its knot in Nero's tight pussy… Dante feels like little more than a spectator in his own body. He has to fight to maintain control, an ever present clash that flickers behind his eyes in bright hues that blind him to the reality of the situation.
One moment, he's in control – the next, he's fighting to keep Nero safe as his jaws once again try to close around the major artery that pumps life blood through the younger man's neck.
Because it's his jaws doing the damage, not the devil's.
He grinds his teeth together, all but biting his own tongue off to regain control. There's the taste of iron in his mouth, and for a second, he's unaware that it's his own. His body goes into a frenzy as his baser instincts take over, fighting to get more of that acrid taste, that tang, that blissful bloom of life giving red …
Dante’s eyes glaze over as he fights for control, a bit of drool dripping down from his open mouth as he slams into Nero’s welcoming walls over and over again. It breaks off in the middle of the air, dripping down on Nero’s quivering, lower lip – and Dante can’t help but lick it away. He devours Nero’s lips with a brutalizing kiss, leaving the younger man starved for air.
Nero breaks away with a gasp, his own eyes glassy as pleasure overtakes him, tipping him over another one of those edges that leave him whining and bucking his hips. At this point, nothing else comes over him – Dante knows that look. It’s the look of pleasure tipping over into pain, driving Nero into an over consumed state of ecstasy.
The thought drives Dante to plow into him harder, but his knot buried deep in Nero’s tightening walls stops him from doing much damage. He grunts, a plethora of sounds leaving him as he fucks Nero in short bursts, only further spurting his precum in Nero’s walls – until he’s tilting over that edge himself, and Nero lets out another startled cry as Dante pumps Nero full of his cum.
“No! S – Stop!” Nero finally says – that magic word seeming to break the spell that Dante is under, his glowing red eyes flickering back to their normal blue. He gapes down at Nero with a surprised face, as if he can barely believe that Nero said it, at all. Nero is crying now, his body twitching from overstimulation as Dante’s cock continues to pump inside of him, a warmth spreading out through his belly. Dante wills his body to stay still, but his hips still barely move, rocking the two of them through the final throes of their shared experience. The look of Nero’s tear stained face – ruddy cheeks with vibrant blue eyes glaring up at him – and he can’t help the way the devil inside of him threatens to rear its ugly head again.
Dante wants so desperately to ruin the younger man, again.
But, Nero said the magic word – And Dante is a man of his word.
“You okay, baby bird?” He croons, leaning in to gently wipe away the never ending stream of tears that flow from Nero’s eyes. He quells the devil inside of him by bringing his finger up, licking at the salty taste of tears that he’s accumulated there. Nero looks at him with slight confusion and visible annoyance, the look of exasperation palpable across the younger man’s features as he hiccups his tears to a slow stop.
“You’re disgusting, you know that?” Nero asks him, and Dante chuckles as he hefts himself up on his palms, holding his hips steady against Nero’s own as he begins the arduous process that is waiting for his knot to deflate. Until then, they are connected.
Now, he thinks, they are connected by something a little bit deeper than a surface level.
“I get that a lot.” Dante says, only a little bit of a lie. Usually, he’s called worse. The devil inside of him murmurs and roils, coiling up in his gut and falling back into a deep slumber – not to be awoken again for a, hopefully, long time.
Dante hopes that he won’t have to succumb to its baser instincts for as long as he and Nero are together.
The wings at the bottom of his back dissipate like fog, breaking off into fragmented crystals that float along with the wind. Dante watches them vanish with a sick fascination – wondering if his own demonic visions disappear in much the same way…
The time drags on slowly – Dante’s cock eventually falling free from Nero’s cunt, a veritable fountain of cum dripping from between his folds. The devil inside of Dante stirs at the sight – the want to bury his face in Nero’s legs and go for a second round growling in the back recesses of his mind… But he has his word to keep, and Nero looks on the brink of passing out as he forces himself up onto his elbows with a groan. He works his legs out, getting the static feeling gone as he wobbles to his feet. He grimaces at the feeling of cum leaking out of him, and Dante almost offers his jacket when Nero pulls his jeans back up over his hip bones.
He looks at Dante with a stiff lower lip, before averting his eyes.
“Maybe… it wasn’t all bad.” Nero mutters, sounding like a wounded child more now than ever, and Dante smiles mirthlessly as he comes in close to run a hand through Nero’s scruffy hair.
“Sure wasn’t, baby bird.”
The younger man turns his back away from Dante, and the way that his gait has changed, the way his hips sway and jerk with every step taken… even despite himself…
The devil inside of Dante stirs.