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"Let's talk."
Nero pauses in his cleaning of Blue Rose and blinks up at Dante from his spot on the couch. He's standing there with a hand on his hip and, of fucking course, a pizza box in the other hand. Nero sneers as Dante plops the box on the coffee table in front of him.
"Didn't we agree no more pizza for the rest of the week?"
Dante has the audacity to look only slightly ashamed as he lowers himself next to Nero on the couch. Without preamble, he plucks Nero's gun from his hands and places it on the table. "Yeah, maybe I did agree to that," he says, opening the box, "but you need pizza for important conversations like this."
It would be so easy to pick up his gun and shoot Dante, if it wasn't unfortunately unloaded.
"Dante, it's Wednesday. You lasted one fucking day." Still, Nero accepts the slice that Dante passes to him. "What'd you want to talk about that's so important, anyway?"
When Dante doesn't answer, Nero turns to him to see the older man chewing seemingly as slow as physically possible, refusing to make eye contact, an odd look on his face. It almost looks like trepidation to Nero, but really, he can never be completely sure when it comes to Dante. He finally swallows after at least three minutes of Nero staring at him expectantly. He goes to take another bite and Nero almost slaps the slice out of his hand. Almost.
"Dante..." he warns.
"Alright, alright. No need to glare a hole in my head." Dante turns to face him fully and casually drapes an arm across Nero's shoulders. He still won't meet Nero's eyes though, choosing instead of stare at the pizza, picking at the flaky crust. "I've been talking to Trish," he says haltingly, "and we think it's a pretty good idea if I leave for a few days next week."
Nero tilts his head in confusion. "What, for a job?"
Dante grunts, lips pulling in some kind of mix between a grin and a grimace. "For... well, uh, for my... rut." Dante scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Being a half-breed and all, I go through a kind of... let's call it, demon mating cycle around this time of year, y'know?"
No, Nero doesn't know. Nothing like that has ever happened to him.
"So, what," he snaps, narrowing his eyes, "you're gonna go... mate with some other demons or whatever because you think I can't handle it? Really?"
Not that Nero is jealous or anything. He's just mad that Dante apparently thinks he's too weak to handle a little rough sex, that's all. It's not like their relationship is that serious.
...Okay, maybe he is a little jealous, and the idea of Dante with someone else kind of hurts, too, but Dante certainly doesn't need to know that.
Dante sighs and pulls Nero closer to his side. "Don't be like that, kid," he says, trying and failing to get Nero to meet his gaze. "I'm not going off to find someone to mess around with. It's just a good idea to be alone during this kind of thing." Nero continues to stubbornly stare in the opposite direction – definitely not pouting, mind you – unconvinced. After a beat, Dante continues, his tone low and humorless, "I triggered last time I went through this. Believe me when I say that I can barely control myself during it. I'd hurt anyone like that, and I... really don't want to hurt you, Nero."
Oh. Well, that's... really sweet, actually. Nero feels like kind of an asshole for assuming the worst, now.
He ducks his head down in hopes of hiding the blush spreading across his cheeks from Dante, ashamed and embarrassed. "I've never gone through anything like what you're talking about," he admits quietly.
Dante hums in response as he takes another bite of pizza, that he thankfully chews like a normal person this time.
"I dunno," he says around the food in his mouth, "maybe you got lucky. You're the only other half-demon I know besides my brother. Trish goes through it, too, but it's not near anywhere as bad as mine is. Maybe because she's a lady." Dante snorts in amusement. "Speaking of, she has Lady to help her with–"
"Why won't you let me help you, then?" Nero interrupts, choosing to ignore the bit about Lady and Trish, because he already figured that something was going on between them after he walked in on them making out on top of the pool table, much to his embarrassment, and hearing about their business is, quite frankly, even more embarrassing. It's then that Nero realizes that he's been awkwardly holding his piece of pizza during this whole conversation and sets it aside, feeling a little stupid. He clears his throat, fixing Dante with what he hopes is a stern glare. "You don't have to worry about me. I can take it."
"Kid..." Dante sighs, looking conflicted. "This is serious. You know how demons breed? There's going to be some of that involved."
How vague. Nero has absolutely no idea what that's supposed to mean. "...You're not going to get me pregnant, are you?" he asks, only half joking. He expects Dante to laugh at that, but instead, he just shakes his head with that same pensive look on his face.
"Nah, I don't think we don't have to worry about that since neither of us are full-fledged demons. But–"
"Then it's fine," Nero says. He hesitates briefly before reaching up to Dante's hand on his shoulder, covering it with his Devil Bringer, nervous. "I want to help you. And... I know you won't hurt me," he mutters, face burning in embarrassment, "so stop looking so serious. It doesn't suit you."
Dante stares, observing him for a painfully long moment where Nero thinks that he's still going to refuse. Whatever he sees apparently convinces him, though, because his lips quirk up in a small, genuine smile as he intertwines their fingers together. Nero shyly smiles back.
"That's a pretty pink you've got on your face there, kid."
"...Bastard, that's the last time I ever try to have a moment with you."
He steals Dante's half-eaten piece of pizza as punishment.
Next week finds Nero seated in Lady's car, on the way back from a job together. It was overall uneventful, except for the part where Lady had fired her missile launcher at an Arachne a little too close to Nero, and he ended up being sprayed with the poor demon's guts as it exploded. Just his luck.
"Sorry about that again," Lady says, only vaguely apologetic, "I won't hold it against you if you get any blood on the seats."
Nero shrugs. He's already wiped most of it off with his coat, which is now filthy. "It's fine. Just bill Dante for any cleaning you need done."
"That's a great idea!"
The rest of the drive passes in comfortable silent. A consequence of living with Dante – Nero sees Lady often enough that there's not really anything to talk about. He's not really in the mood for conversation, anyway. It's late, and all he wants to do is shower, preferably with Dante, and then pass out in bed, also preferably with Dante.
Surprisingly, Trish is waiting on the curb for them when they arrive at Devil May Cry. Lady rolls down the window to greet her as Nero steps out of the car to get Red Queen from the trunk, having no desire to watch them flirt.
"Waiting because you were worried about us?" Lady asks, coy.
"I'm aware you both can handle yourselves." Trish rolls her eyes, though she's smiling. "Dante's rut started," she explains simply, looking pointedly at Nero, who slams the trunk closed in surprise.
Until now, his previous conversation with Dante from the week before had completely slipped his mind. He feels somewhat guilty for not being around as soon as it started, considering that he promised Dante that he would help. Hopefully it hasn't been too long of a wait for him. Nero briefly considers asking Lady and Trish for advice, but... just thinking about it is far too embarrassing. It seems like an invasion of privacy, anyway.
Trish pats his shoulder as she steps around him to get into the car. It was probably meant as a form of comfort or reassurance, although it leaves Nero with the vague feeling that he's being sent off to the lion's den, or something.
Lady winks at him from behind her glasses. "Have fun, Nero. Don't worry, Trish and I will handle any jobs that come up this week."
"You might want to make that two weeks," Trish says, wry. "You know how Dante gets."
Nero grimaces at the car as they drive away, the sounds of their irritating giggling trailing off. Surely it's not going to that bad, right? They were probably just teasing him...
Well, better get this over with.
Upon opening the door to the shop, he's immediately hit with the heavy smell of Dante – musk, gunpowder, spice. It's overpowering and makes Nero's eyes water from how potent and thick the scent is in the air. No wonder Trish didn't want to be in here. He closes the door behind him and hangs up his blood-stained coat, scanning the room for any sign of Dante.
"Dante?" he calls, propping his sword up against Dante's desk. No answer. "Huh, guess he's upstai–"
The next thing Nero knows, he's bent over the desk with someone on top of him, his Devil Bringer pinned behind his back. Alarmed, he reaches for Red Queen with his free hand, but his wrist is quickly caught and slammed down. He snarls and twists his head to see his assailant, only to be met with the sight of Dante, topless and grinning down at him. Nero scowls in annoyance.
"Did I scare you, kid?" Dante teases.
"Fuck off."
Dante just throws his head back and barks out of laugh. Something about him looks wild, feverish. His hair is damp and sweat drips down his bare chest, accenting how heavy he's breathing. He bears his full weight down, pressing his face into Nero's neck and inhaling deeply.
"You smell good," he sighs in contentment, practically purring.
Nero really doubts that, considering how he's covered in sweat and devil blood. He opens his mouth, a snide reply on his lips, but he has to stifle a whimper as Dante chooses that moment to lick him, tongue laving across his collarbone brazenly. Releasing his hold on Nero's hands in favor of grasping his waist instead, Dante pulls him into a tight embrace, his crotch flush with Nero's hips. Nero squirms halfheartedly as Dante peppers his neck with kisses and hickeys alike.
He doesn't know if it's because of the heady pheromones in the air, or the adrenaline from killing demons earlier, but Nero finds himself getting hard already, just from a bit of manhandling. If the feel of the stiff cock against his ass is anything to go by, Dante is in a similar state. Dante most likely intends to fuck him right here on the desk, and that thought gives Nero pause.
"W-wait," Nero gasps as one of Dante's hands slips under his hoodie, brushing over his stiffening nipples, "we're not gonna do this here, are we?"
Dante hums, not pulling away from his neck. "Yeah, why not."
While Nero knows that Lady and Trish are long gone by now and won't be around for a few days, he would still prefer it if Dante didn't fuck him in the middle of the office where anyone could walk in and see. The odds of that happening so late at night are little to none, though Nero would like the front door to be locked, at the very least.
"What if someone comes in?" he asks.
"Mm," Dante makes a noncommittal noise, "I don't care."
Patience waning, Nero wiggles out of Dante's hold long enough to turn around on his back to properly face the older man. Dante immediately tries to lean back down and return to assaulting his neck, but Nero keeps him held back with his Devil Bringer. He does his best to ignore Dante's petulant, pleading look.
"Well, I care," he says, stubbornly glaring. "Take me upstairs, or at least lock the door."
Dante lets out a long, dismayed groan. Apparently, he can't bring himself to be away from Nero long enough to bother with the door, because he chooses to instead pick Nero up, hoisting him up by his thighs while Nero instinctively wraps his legs around Dante's waist. Usually, Dante would make a quip about how heavy he is, but he doesn't say anything this time, just briskly carries Nero up the stairs as though he weighs nothing at all. It's a little alarming how single-minded he is in his mission to fuck Nero.
Dante nudges the door to his room open, stumbles to the bed, and unceremoniously drops Nero onto it. Nero barely has time to quickly yank his hoodie and boots off before Dante is climbing on top of him, face pressed into his nape once again. Nero moans as teeth scrape at the sensitive skin of his scent gland.
Thankfully, Dante isn't pinning him down like he did downstairs, so Nero uses the opportunity to snake his hands between their bodies and clumsily rid Dante of his ridiculous pants, freeing his cock, painfully hard and leaking precum copiously. Nero considers trying to get his own pants off, but he doubts that he would be able to get them down very far with Dante currently draped over him like a blanket. It seems that Dante doesn't want to do anything other than nip and nibble at Nero's neck for whatever reason, and Nero doesn't really mind because it feels divine, so he simply closes his eyes and lets himself lavish in the attention.
Until Dante's bites start getting particularly sharp, canines digging in not quite hard enough to break skin, but enough to make Nero wince.
"What are you, a dog?" he complains, though there's no real heat in his tone. He reaches a hand up to tangle in Dante's hair, only for his fingers to meet hard, leathery plates instead. Making a noise of confusion, Nero pulls back slightly and blinks his eyes open.
The amber, incandescent eyes of Dante's devil form stare back at him. He completely dwarfs Nero in size while in this form, looming over him as though he's prey. Two rows of jagged, pointed teeth are on full display as he breathes heavily, open-mouthed and harsh.
Nero gulps.
He risks a glance down between Dante's legs and balks, because his dick is practically the size of Nero's fucking thigh.
Dante promptly flips him over into his stomach, and Nero scrambles to get all fours as Dante tears his pants and briefs off with his claws easily, effectively ruining them. He grips Nero's hips, sharp talons prickling at his skin, and Nero panics. He isn't prepared at all, and with the size of Dante's dick, he'll probably kill him. What a way to go – death by demon dick. Nero clenches his eyes shut when something hot strokes between the cheeks of his ass, making its intentions clear.
Nero squeaks as he's penetrated by something long and thin and wet that is definitely not Dante's dick. It's almost like–
Oh fuck, Nero realizes, that's his tongue.
Dante has eaten him out many a time before, obviously, but never while in devil form. His tongue is like a snake's or something. It reaches deeper than any human tongue ever could, which feels so strange and so, so incredibly good. Nero involuntarily rolls his hips backwards, gasping softly as Dante's tongue strokes his insides.
As much as Nero would like to just enjoy himself while Dante eats his ass out like a champ, his tongue alone probably isn't going to be much help with just how massive his cock is. Nero also doesn't want those claws anywhere near his ass, so he parts his legs and reaches under himself with his human hand, fingertips just barely reaching his puckered hole. He tries to ignore Dante's tongue sliding over his knuckles as he works himself open. He's unable to do much with this angle, two fingers straining to stretch and spread the tight ring of muscle, but it's better than nothing.
All too soon, Dante's tongue slips out of his hole and Nero lets his hand fall to the bed. Dante inches closer until the head of his dick catches against Nero's rim. He starts to push in, and Nero lets out a gratified moan at the stretch – it burns, more than usual, but not enough to cause the kind of pain that Nero doesn't enjoy. His own cock has grown fully hard again before Dante is completely buried inside, because holy fuck, Dante is huge like this.
By the time Dante's cock is fully sheathed in his ass, Nero is a mess – whimpers spilling uncontrollably from his mouth, legs shaking as he tries to adjust to the massive appendage wedged inside him. It's deliciously overwhelming. Dante must think so too because he hasn't started moving yet. He breathes heavily like some kind of beast while he revels in Nero's tight heat, sharp claws digging into Nero's hips harshly.
Nero's dick is painfully hard at this point, and since it's obvious that Dante isn't going to fucking move anytime soon, he shakily moves a hand down to his crotch to touch himself–
And stops short when his hand brushes against his lower belly, which is... protruding outwards slightly.
Huh.
Nero cautiously runs his hand over the bump. Dante's breathing stutters, and he involuntary thrusts. Nero feels the bump in his belly move as Dante shifts.
"Oh," Nero says. The bump is, in fact, Dante's cock.
He doesn't really have much time to think much more on it because Dante chooses that moment to start properly fucking him. The pace he sets is brutal and fast, and his scaly, muscular hips slam roughly into Nero's ass with every thrust. Nero mewls as he writhes on Dante's dick. He attempts to muffle his embarrassing cries with the pillow underneath him, but it does little good because Dante begins to fuck him even harder when he notices. He's practically feral. Nero fucking loves it.
Breathy gasps and moans spill continuously from Nero's lips as he's railed. Dante's cock feels wonderful inside him, its ridges and bumps catching his walls in all the right places. He feels so full and his hole is spread so wide. Nero can't hear Dante's animalistic panting over his own moaning but he doesn't care. He's never felt so good.
A particularly forceful thrust in just the right spot has Nero coming with a keen, and Dante's claws dig deep into Nero's hips to try and keep him in place as Nero's body jolts and jerks in pleasure. Nero's arms give out from underneath him, and he goes limp and pliant, drooling while Dante fucks him wildly through the aftershocks.
Nero being the first one to come during their couplings is nothing new – as embarrassing as that is – so he's used to the hypersensitivity of being fucked until Dante finishes too. That being said, he certainly isn't used to it while Dante is so out of control and not paying any mind to the whines Nero makes as his sensitive hole clenches around the thick appendage thrusting in and out. Now Nero understands why Dante was worried earlier. Oh well.
Overwhelmed tears are just beginning to prickle at Nero's eyes when Dante finally, finally stills inside him. Nero sighs in satisfaction and relief as Dante's release fills him, spreading warmth throughout his body. It's a lot more than usual, and Nero whimpers as he feels some semen dribble out of his hole, where Dante's cock is still lodged, and down his quivering thighs.
Dante stays inside him long after he's stopped coming, panting like he's run a marathon. He's still in his devil form, too. Nero doesn't really mind. He can finally bask in the afterglow and Dante's warm breath ghosting along his neck is pleasant and relaxing.
He does mind, however, when Dante suddenly shifts and rolls his pelvis, like he's trying to get deeper inside Nero's ass or something, which is pretty much impossible with his monster of a cock.
"What the hell, old man?" Nero hisses, looking back to glare at his partner.
Dante growls at him.
Okay, Nero thinks as Dante releases his hips to pin his hands to the mattress, that's new.
Nero's spent dick gives an interested twitch, and he spreads his legs wider to accommodate Dante pressing closer until their hips are flush together. Dante is still hard and Nero eagerly waits for him to start thrusting again, but to his growing annoyance, Dante just keeps still for some godforsaken reason.
"Dante, will you fucking mo–! O-oh..."
Something... round presses against him, where Dante is buried inside him to the hilt. Nero gives a confused, startled moan as his hole spreads to accept it. Whatever it is travels down the length of Dante's cock until it's deposited impossibly deep inside him. Nero trembles, confused and unbelievably turned on.
He gasps, a full-body shudder ripping through him, as another lump makes its way through Dante's cock before settling inside him, pushing the first one deeper. They're solid and heavy, almost like... eggs. Nero's eyes roll back and his tongue lolls out of his mouth when a third is forced into him. And a fourth, and a fifth. Nero can think of little else besides the burning stretch and the feeling of too full.
It seems Dante is done after the sixth egg. Docile and satisfied, he stays draped over Nero for a few minutes before finally pulling out of his hole with an embarrassing squelch, semen immediately beginning to leak out. Nero openly whines, displeased.
Nero weakly flops onto his side. He peeks down at his stomach, distended from the amount of eggs inside.
The sight makes him moan.
Dante did that to him.
A hand touches his thigh, and Nero tears his eyes away from his stomach to see Dante, no longer in devil form – Nero doesn't know if he should feel relieved or disappointed – staring at him in blatant concern.
"Kid? You okay?" Dante asks.
Nero is more than okay. His face is covered in tears and drool. The eggs press into him just right. His insides feel tight and full despite how utterly used his ass is, and he can feel Dante's come dripping out of him and along his thighs. He feels incredible. The only thing that could make him feel even better is if Dante's dick was still in him.
"Nero?"
"M'good," he answers, grinning dumbly, "so good."
"Well, uh, that's... good." Now Dante just looks embarrassed. Nero can't fathom why. Dante scoots forward a bit, stroking Nero's thigh gently as he does so. "Hey, roll over on your back for me, yeah? Let's get those eggs out of you."
That sounds like a stupid idea. "Why?" Nero whines, because really, why would he want them out of him when they feel so good?
"Need to make room for when I lay more in you."
Oh.
Nero turns onto his back and spreads his legs to give Dante a clear view of everything. He thinks he hears Dante gulp, but he's really not sure. He moans, legs twitching, when Dante's thick fingers delve into his hole with ease. Nero's soft panting and the wet sounds of Dante fingering him fill the room.
Dante's other hand strokes the inside of Nero's thigh. "Think you can push for me?" he whispers.
Later, thinking back on this moment, Nero will probably be horrified and a little disgusted, but right now he just follows Dante's suggestion, whimpering as he feels the eggs inside him shift. He dimly realizes his cock is fully erect against his belly again.
Dante pulls the first egg out with an pop. Nero watches as Dante sets it aside on the corner of the bed. Yep, it really does look like an egg – in shape, anyway. Its color is a dark red, almost black. Huh. Nero kind of wants to kick it off the bed to get it out of his sight.
Three more eggs follow quickly, thanks to how stretched Nero is and Dante's come coating his walls. Nero's starting to feel empty and that's not good at all. He wants to roll his hips, fuck himself on Dante's fingers, stroke his cock until he comes, but he's too exhausted to do more than lay there, grasping at the bedsheets. Dante should be the one to do all the work, anyway. This is all his fault.
Nero is writhing by the time Dante eases the fifth egg out of him. He needs to come and Dante still won't touch his cock.
"Almost done," Dante coos in what is probably supposed to be a comforting tone, but it only makes Nero more agitated and desperate.
The last egg is a struggle. It's deep inside and Nero is too overwhelmed to bother trying to push anymore. Dante hasn't been able to get a decent hold on it for a good ten minutes. His fingers are just barely brushing against Nero's prostate, and Nero's about ready to fucking cry when Dante gets the genius idea to push down on his stomach to try and get the egg to move. It fucking works, because Nero shrieks as the egg presses directly against his prostate and he comes, clenching around Dante's fingers. He tears another hole in the sheets.
Nero thinks he might have blacked out for a second. When he comes to his senses, Dante is still sitting there between his legs. He looks like a fucking idiot, gaping at Nero like a fish while he holds the last egg between his fingers. His dick is hard and heavy between his legs.
Nero brings his human hand down between his thighs. It's a warm, sloppy, wet mess. He sticks two fingers in his gaping hole, maintaining eye contact with Dante the entire time.
"Dante," he moans, "more..."
Dante obliges.
Nero doesn't know how many days it's been, but he guesses Dante's rut is through when he wakes up to the man in question snoring and drooling on the pillow beside him.
Considering that for the past few days Nero's wake up alarm has been a dick the size of a fist in his ass, this is nice. Not that he didn't enjoy it, but he would like a chance to shower, since last time he tried, Dante had pounced on him when he'd gotten up from the bed and fucked him into the floor. There's deep, jagged scratches in the wood from a set of claws, but Nero doesn't really remember if they're from Dante or himself.
His thoughts are interrupted by a loud yawn from Dante as he rises, stretching. He cracks open a bleary eye and grins at Nero.
"Morning, kid," he murmurs, wrapping an arm around Nero as he sits up next to him. "You doing alright?"
"M'fine, just sore. Kind of tired," Nero replies. Thank God for demon blood and its accelerated healing, or else his ass would be a lot more than just sore considering the kind of treatment its gotten this week.
Dante nods. "Yeah, I'm pretty eggs-hausted too."
"...Anyway, is your rut over? I want a shower."
He pouts at the lack of reaction, but answers nonetheless, "Yeah, yeah, I'm good. I'll help you shower, just lemme wake up." He gives Nero a very obvious once-over, grinning smugly. "One heck of a week though, huh? You look like you enjoyed yourself. I guess I worried about nothing."
Nero thinks about the fact that he came at least twenty times in total, and how they'll need to buy new bedsheets and maybe a mattress – though knowing Dante, he'll probably just flip it over to hide the holes they tore into it.
"...It was okay."
Dante gasps in faux hurt. "Just okay? I would have thought otherwise from how you were whining underne–"
"Please shut up," Nero interrupts calmly instead of punching Dante in the face, which takes a great deal of effort. He clears his throat. "What do we do with the, uh..." Still mortified, he trails off and looks to the pile of eggs by the foot of the bed. He really, really doesn't want to think about exactly how many eggs there are all together.
Dante follows his gaze. "Oh," he drawls, "I usually just smash them."
"What?! But they're..."
They're what? Alive? Aren't these technically his and Dante's kids? Their... demon-egg kids. Oh God, Nero isn't ready to be a parent. He doesn't even know how to hatch an egg.
"Relax, kid, they're not fertile."
"Oh," Nero says, relaxing into Dante's arms.
"...We can fry them up for breakfast, if you want."
Nero doesn't stop himself from punching Dante in the face this time.