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Desperation
Author: Nyx Midnight
Rating: NC-17
Status: 1 of 2
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Type: Yaoi
Pairing: Dante/Tony Redgrave
Warnings: —
Disclaimer: Dante, and Tony in part, belong to Capcom and unfortunately
not me; no money being made out of this. However I did play with Tony a bit
and gave him a personality that match the impression he gave me from the artbook.
Let's say he's a semi-OC.
Feedback: Yes please! Critiques welcome.
Spoilers: —
Thanks: Wolfsbride for the beta-reading.
Dante and Tony ficlet series: Desperation – Mornings
Dante looked down at Tony's unmoving body on his bed. Tony was long out for the count, sprawled on Dante's bed in a rather obscene position, his long red hair spilled on the pillow and a very incriminating string of white semen on his stomach. Not to mention that Dante was still between his legs, holding him by the hips. Dante grinned smugly and brushed his lips over Tony's forehead. The young thug never looked more handsome. And slutty. And Dante loved it.
Dante cleaned the semen off Tony's stomach with long licks, savoring the salty taste, then fastened his mouth to a nipple and suckled gently.
Tony frowned lightly and opened his eyes slowly, slowly coming back to the world of the living. He looked at Dante a bit groggily.
Dante looked back. "Hey," he said softly, and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the lips.
Tony remained still while his brain tried to process his current position - naked, in Dante's bed, with the half-devil still inside of him and kissing him - to come up with an appropriate reaction. After a moment, he just turned his head, breathing in deeply. "Y'know it'll never happen again."
Dante nodded and nipped Tony's earlobe. "Yeah. We were desperate."
"You were."
"You too."
Tony wrinkled his nose.
Dante kissed it gently. "No reason why I shouldn't've made sure you'd enjoy it too."
"Hn."
"That's my line."
"Point being?"
"None, really."
Tony sighed and closed his eyes. "Can you get out of me now?"
Dante complied and grabbed a few tissues to clean the excess of lube off Tony, who let himself be handled. He felt limp, as if his energy had been drained.
Dante laid Tony back down on the bed comfortably, then pulled the covers over him. "Wanna sleep?"
Tony shrugged.
Dante lay next to him, on his back, and was asleep in a matter of minutes. He'd been working hard in the last few weeks and took all the rest he could get.
Tony lay awake in Dante's bed, looking at the velvet canopy, trying to sleep but unable to, Dante's scent filling his nostrils, clinging to him, covering him as if the man had marked him as his as they... fucked, he guessed. Just that. Fucked. A frenzied pawing in the dark for two killers who'd been doing way too much overtime together. No emotions involved. Just Tab A going into Hole B to produce an orgasm. No more meaningful than the girls he'd slept with without even knowing their name.
Tony turned to his side and watched Dante sleep. The half-devil had shifted position and was now facing Tony, hair brushing over his face. God, those lips had tasted about every inch of his skin, those hands had touched him everywhere - and he did mean everywhere - and the man had even... kissed him. Just like that, while they were fucking. Almost for the heck of it. Dante had just pressed his lips against Tony and he'd played along from there. Amazing what loneliness makes a guy do. Dante who'd yelled at him, hurled every insult in the book at him, called him every possible name and had even raised his hand or weapon against him in more than one occasion had kissed him. With tongue. And come to think of it, he hadn't been all that surprised.
Tony shivered slightly as Dante sighed in his sleep. He wondered if he'd be able to look at him in the eye when morning would come, because unfortunately, it would come. And he'd have to face what he did in the light of day.
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