Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the Devil May Cry characters in this fiction, if I did, Kyrie would have died in the first ten minutes of the game, very brutally and with lots of blood, Dante and Nero would be together...and Vergil would be shirtless in the third game...and Arkham would wear a frilly princess dress for my entertainment.

Rated Mature for Blood, Gore, Language, Angst, Hot Man Sex, and Fluff.

Chapter Twenty-six: Demonic Rutting

Nero tugged relentlessly at the older man's belt binding his hands above his head, writhing under Dante as he was stripped of the leather shorts quickly. The hand on his arousal speed up its pace, no longer following the music still echoing from the small black speakers as it worked Nero's growing erection until the younger man was panting and moaning from the rough strokes. The hand left him when he started bucking into it, opening his eyes and shivering at the predatory lust reflected in Dante's sky blue eyes. He felt a smile tug at his lips before the elder's lips met his in a demanding kiss, their tongues dancing behind their lips until he could taste the other devil hunter even after they parted.

Dante leaned down, taking a perked nipple into his hot mouth and sucking on it until the flesh turned a brilliant red before moving to the next and biting down on it roughly. A sharp gasp met the movement, making Dante smirk as he looked up at the lustful eyes watching and writhing under him. He licked his lips, still tasting the sweetness of the younger man's lips on his tongue and debated on whether he should kiss the ex-order member again or move on to other equally delectable areas.

He watched Nero buck his hips towards him silently, realizing that he had stopped touching the younger hunter altogether while he thought over the many things he could do to the younger man. He sympathized with Nero's eagerness, his own arousal straining against the tight confines of his leather pants as he merely stared at the man under him. The younger slayer growled softly and tugged at the belt restraining his hands, most likely just noticing that he was naked and Dante was nearly completely clothed except for his black leather belt.

The elder smirked as he noticed the same difference in their lack of clothing, sitting up from leaning over Nero as he straddled the other hunter's lap and pulling off his red coat. He tossed it over the back of the distant side of the couch, out of the way of his ravishing no matter what he chose to do to his all to eager mate. Dante unbuckled the belts the held his holsters to him, letting the heavy leather fall from his torso and join the red coat on the other side of the long curved couch. The bucking hips under him moved up higher so they could rub insistently at his own, the younger man moaning at the new found friction of the leather on his naked erection.

Dante let out a deep growl at the sensation as he unzipped his shirt and tossed it aside as well. The older hunter pushed the eager hips back down onto the couch before parting Nero's legs and settling between them. He pulled the other hunter close, his clothed arousal resting against the bare curve of Nero's ass and making a shiver run down the ex-order member's spine at the intimacy of the leather against him. The younger demon slayer gasped sharply as Dante started rutting against him, pants still on and creating a rough friction that made both of them moan loudly. Dante closed his eyes and breathed deeply, his demon side wanting to rip the pants of himself and just thrust into the tight heat he was rubbing harshly against. He tried to hold back the urge, wanting to prepare Nero and have the younger hunter as close to the edge as he was before he fucked him into the black leather underneath them.

Still, a nagging feeling of how they were not suppose to be doing this both urged him to keep going and to hesitate. As slutty and slummy as Love Planet was, the girls there were mainly for show. In the past, Dante had to do a lot of convincing to even get the girls to flirt with him after their shows, the owner banning any fraternizing with the customers outside of their strip teases and lap dances. Dante had been lucky that the owner knew him by name and that his charisma had gained him the privilege of getting as close as he wanted to with anyone inside the building. He had never gone as far as to fuck someone inside the establishment though, knowing in the back of his mind that he would probably be banned from even drinking at the bar for soiling the strip club's 'good' name.

But Nero was an exception to everything in Dante's eyes.

Sure, Dante had been with several women and even quite a few men in the past but none had made him as willing to fuck than the man writhing and moaning under him. He loved the lithe muscle and breathy voice that the older man could not decide if it was a low tenor or high baritone. Not that it mattered, he wanted to hear it break off into choked moans and call out his name until Nero was hoarse no matter what the type of voice he had was called.

Dante pulled his hips away from Nero's before he could lose control, already on the urge of tipping over the edge when he felt the younger slayer arch his back in a desperate attempt to follow him and keep the delicious friction. He took a deep breath before letting it out slowly, his demonic side wondering what the hell he could be waiting for. The last time they had sex together had only been the night before but suddenly, it felt as if it had been weeks, months even. He felt himself mentally torn between fucking Nero until the younger hunter past out from exhaustion and teasing Nero until he begged for Dante to do anything as long as he could cum. Dante felt lightheaded after playing out each scenario in his head as he dropped his hand down and let the tip of one of his fingers gently trace Nero's erection from the very base to the small slit in the tip, toying with the small beads of precum as Nero's panting grew ragged.

"D...Dante..." Nero breathed desperately, throwing his head back and feeling the leather impact with the back of his head softly. He thrust up into the teasing fingers, wanting something, anything from the elder man. He felt the other devil hunter lean over him, a hot tongue gliding over the faded mate mark on his neck and making him shiver.

"I thought you were supposed to be a stripper tonight..." Dante moved to whisper heatedly into Nero's ear, his breath so close to him and the gentle touches on his aching cock making his eyes flutter closed and a pleading moan pass through his parted lips. "...but your acting more like a whore, Nero. Letting a client touch you like this and enjoying it this much."

"I'm...I'm not a whore. Just a...slut. You're not paying me. I'm doing this out of my own free will." Nero blushed and wondered how Dante could make him say things like this in the heat of the moment and live afterwords. "Now will you just fuck me already!" He moaned loudly before swallowing thickly, needing something more than the teasing wisps of the finger tips on his hard erection.

He closed his eyes slowly as a hand found its way behind his head and started massaging the nape of his neck, effectively distracting him as the older man moved down his body. Nero jumped and gasped when he felt something warm and wet lap at the tip of his cock, opening his eyes as the hand behind his head left to see Dante licking his arousal from base to tip and back again. The younger man moaned as the elder's tongue dipped into the small slit at the tip, his eyes falling shut suddenly when Dante took a few inches into his mouth and sucked softly.

Nero moaned out his name, attempting to buck into the heat surrounding his aching cock but the hand on his hips quickly stopped him before he could move even a centimeter more into Dante's mouth. He tried to growl in annoyance only for it to turn into a loud cry when the elder suddenly took all of his erection into his mouth, biting his lip and pulling on the restraints again as Dante started bobbing on his aching arousal at a slow pace. Nero arched his back as the older hunter started sucking roughly, wanting to bury his hands into the silver hair bobbing near his groin but the belt prevented him from doing so. He tossed his head from side to side, panting as he felt a deep burning envelope his lower stomach and a finger enter him. The younger man gasped breathlessly when he felt the mouth leave him, unaware that he had been holding his breath.

"So that's what took you so long." Dante hummed softly, his voice growing huskier as he thrust his finger in and out of the tight heat of the younger hunter's ass. "I was wondering what was taking you so long back there. It didn't look like that little outfit was hard to get into." The older man smirked devilishly as he purred, adding another finger into the already prepared entrance and moving them until he hit the ex-order member's prostate. "You cheated, Nero."

"S...So I jacked off before I performed. So what, old man? We didn't m-make any rules." Nero moaned and arched his back sharply as his prostate was hit again. "I d-didn't cum."

"Whose name did you call out when you were fingering yourself?" Dante asked, moving back up to lick and suck at the pale skin of the other hunter's neck. "Tell me, Nero."

"Y-Yours..." Nero moaned as he hear the deep purr of his name from the older man's lips, bucking his hips down onto the fingers inside of him as another was added and quickly slammed into his prostate. He shut his eyes tightly as he felt the heat below his navel jump in temperature again. "Dante!"

"You lost, kid. I might have been thinking about how many different ways I could pound into your sexy ass but at least I didn't touch myself." The elder laved his tongue over the mate mark again, feeling his already aching groin stir at the thought of remarking the writhing man under him. "This slutty old man has a lot more control than the shy Fortuna punk. Who would've thought?"

"Shut up...and fuck me like I know you want to, Dante." Nero said, sounding more like he was begging even when he tried to demand the elder hunter to stop the teasing. He shivered as he felt demonic fangs slide across the skin of his neck, not moving to bite down as the younger man waited for them to sink into his skin and claim him again. He groaned from loss as the fingers inside of him slowly withdrew, the harsh sound of a zipper drowning out the forgotten music in the background and making Nero spread his legs a bit more in invitation.

Nero felt his breath hitch in his throat as the fangs finally pierced into his neck over the faded mate mark, blood dripping down onto his collarbone as he arched his back. Dante slowly slid inside of him while he was distracted by the stinging spike of pleasure of being marked again. He moaned loudly as the older hunter slowly pulled out of him before thrusting back inside of him roughly, brushing against his prostate tortuously.

A hand covered his mouth gently as his moans only grew louder, a fleeting thought of where they were doing this enter his mind and only spurring him on. He bucked to meet Dante's next slow thrust inside of him, crying out and arching his back even more as it forced the elder to strike his prostate dead on. Soon the hand left his mouth, the muffled moans still very audible even with the attempt to quiet them. Nero blushed at how he was increasing their chance of being caught, biting his lower lip in order to stifle his voice but the way the older man was nailing his prostate so keenly made it nigh impossible to keep himself quiet.

Dante kept his teeth embedded in the younger slayer's neck in order to not growl Nero's name and give into the urge to fuck the other man through the couch. The soft and nearly pleading moans were starting to ware on his control as he gave an unintentionally fast thrust into the younger demon hunter's ass, a sharp cry meeting his action. He groaned at tight heat clenching around him, the thought of Nero fingering and touching himself while imagining this only adding to the low growling of his devil side to fuck Nero as fast as demonically possible. He was only a few thrusts in when the writhing man under him met him on a particularly deep thrust, the tight muscles squeezing him even tighter as Nero called out his name loudly. He could not take the slow pace any longer.

The older hunter let go of the bleeding flesh between his teeth, leaning up and grabbing the younger man's legs. Nero opened his eyes at the movement questioning what Dante was doing in his mind before Dante placed his legs over his shoulders. He caught the tint of red in the elder's eyes, shivering slightly as their eyes met and he saw the older man lick his lips as if he had just cornered his prey. His eyes snapped shut as he felt Dante almost slide the entire way out of him, worrying him for a moment. The elder slammed back into him wildly, making him throw his head back and howl into the violet atmosphere of the room.

Dante continued the sudden animalistic pace, pulling out fast before roughly thrusting as deep as he could to hit the younger man's prostate. Nero dug his nails into the black leather of the couch as his mate fucked him into it, trying to meet as many of the quick thrusts as he could. He bit his bottom lip hard as he felt Dante lean over him, nearly folding him in half as his knees rested against his shoulders. The position allowed Dante to go even deeper into the tightness inside of him, hearing himself purring at the depth and feeling of the other man's cock nearly ripping him apart. His mate mark ached without Dante's teeth inside it, making him turn his head and bare his neck for the older slayer to ravish at will.

Dante saw the submissive offer, his demon side forcing him to accept it and bury his fangs deeply into the already bleeding mark. He lapped up the blood and swallowed it, hearing his inner devil demand to go faster into the tight ass that was his to claim and having no choice but to obey it. He growled in satisfaction as he felt the younger man's devil bringer embed its claws into his left shoulder, his own blood joining the small drops collecting on the black leather under them.

Nero gasped and purred even louder at the sensations assaulting his lust drugged mind, catching a dim flash of azure in the corner of his half closed eyes. He glanced over to see the gray-blue flesh of his devil bringer flicker softly before going out once again, his mind too muddled to connect what it was doing. He closed his eyes after the glow stopped entirely, dragging his talons across Dante's back and screaming in pleasure as he felt one of his legs drop and a hand wrap around his pulsing erection. Nero arched his back impossibly high as Dante stroked his cock as if he wanted him to cum right that second, the low burning below his navel jumping to a roaring fire as he heard Dante growling in his own pleasure.

"Dante! I-I'm...c-close!" Nero stuttered out, moaning and closing his eyes tightly as Dante fucked him so animalistically that it felt so good, it almost hurt. "F...Fuck! J-Just a little more! Dante!"

The elder man sunk his fangs deeper into the mate mark on his neck, sending him spiraling over the edge quickly. He screamed out Dante's name as he coated his chest and stomach in his own release, a few drops dripping onto the elder's hand. Dante switched to a rough slow pace, thrusting deeply into him and letting him ride out his orgasm that felt a bit longer than usual.

Dante growled when the tight muscle around him clenched as he moved, giving a few more heavy thrusts into his mate before letting the younger man milk him of his release. He forced himself to keep thrusting as he filled Nero to the brim with his seed, dragging out the last few spikes of pleasure between them before finally letting himself go still. He sighed with contentment as he looked down at his panting mate, smiling at how out of breath the younger hunter and himself were.

They stayed there for a moment, the sensually lit room filled only with the sound of their panting as the music had stopped a few seconds after they had finished. The room was filled with the heavy scent of sex now, the lavender from before completely gone from even Dante's nose. He chuckled lightly before slowly pulling out of the younger man, enjoying the choked moan of loss and the sight of his own release dripping down Nero's thigh slowly. He moved them so he could lie on the black leather as well, his back facing the back of the curved couch as he spooned Nero softly in front of him. The younger man's eyes were closed as his breathing evened out, not asleep but most likely exhausted from the rough sex.

Dante wrapped his arms around his lover, nuzzling the back of Nero's neck and hearing a content moan pass the younger hunter's lips. He opened his eyes just in time to catch a soft flicker of azure pulse in the other man's devil bringer, raising an eyebrow as he moved to intertwine his fingers with clawed ones. He smiled softly as he watched it pulse again, kissing the side of Nero's neck as he had the feeling that the younger man would be perfectly fine. Mundus was dead now and his brother, well, the cold-hearted bastard always did have a habit of living through practically anything. It would be quiet for a while with the devil king dead and the demon world fighting among itself for a new leader. Dante stroked his thumb over the rough hide of Nero's devil bringer soothingly as he chuckled at the idea forming in his mind.

"Hey, kid." He nuzzled the younger man lightly until he got a sleepy response.

"Yeah?" Nero yawned before twisting in the older devil hunter's arms to face him. He smiled with the rare smile he barely used before Dante had taken him in as his mate, wrapping his arms around the elder's neck and snuggling close to the other man. Dante let his smile turn into a smirk when Nero closed his eyes again, still listening for what the older slayer wanted to say.

"It'll be quiet for a while with Mundus gone so I was thinking...How do you feel about kids, kid?"

Dante burst out laughing at the wide azure eyes and red cheeks that greeted him when Nero had finally processed what he had said, wishing he had a camera when the younger man started stuttering and looking away in embarrassment. He kissed him before the younger hunter could explode from nervousness and the bright red blush adorning his cheeks, knowing he would have to wait a few more years before he asked that question again. He would be serious the next time.

The End~!

Finally! Man, that was the longest story/series I've ever finished. Hope you enjoyed it~!

Now! Off to start the Christmas special!