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Two days. It doesn’t seem like much at first, but two days can go by painfully and shockingly slow when Dante isn’t around. Devil May Cry just doesn’t feel as alive without him roaming the place — the phone doesn’t ring, the kitchen remains mostly untouched save for Nero’s own wandering, and the living room stays clean.
There’s no Dante around to knock over pillows or lose the TV remote. No Dante around to track mud into the place every time he goes outside and forgets to take his boots off once inside. No Dante around to leave dishes in the sink… Nero could go on with his list of complaints.
At first, it seems like a dream come true for Nero. No one to clean up after and no one to pick fights with over who gets the blankets at night when they sleep. Because Dante is a blanket hog and an absolute menace, after all.
But, surprisingly, Nero kind of hates the silence and the lack of tugging on the blankets when he curls himself up in them at night.
Kind of hates when Dante isn’t around.
Kind of hates how spotless everything is and how uneventful his life suddenly feels.
Kind of misses Dante’s stupid arms snaking around him at night even though he always swats them away.
And, okay, maybe Nero also kind of misses Dante’s lips on his own. And his rough, strong hands. His body. And more specifically, his body trapping Nero’s own against the bed sheets. But for fuck’s sake, it’s only been two days.
Sheesh.
When did Nero become a lovesick puppy, anyway?
He sits there on the couch patiently, eyes fixated to his twiddling thumbs in his lap while he keeps his ears tuned to the door. It’s just shy of 5PM now and Dante swore he’d be home for dinner tonight. He’s still on time, for now, but Nero is starting to get hungry. And also maybe a bit horny, too.
Like maybe he should-do-something-about-it horny but he doesn’t want to give in. He’s not a teenager with raging hormones - no - he can survive.
He’s just not used to being away from Dante for this long and two days may seem pathetic but he’s gotten used to how things were. He can’t just… not want it suddenly.
Can’t just pretend Dante isn’t always at the back of his mind like an itch he just can’t scratch.
He groans.
Nero gives it another fifteen minutes of lewd daydreaming before he finally shoots up from the couch and makes for the kitchen, forcing himself to find a distraction that isn’t his own hands down his pants.
“Just a quick snack, alright,” Nero says aloud to his growling stomach, as if it gives two shits about what he’s planning to eat.
He settles on cashews, walking back to the couch with the tin in hand and his fist nearly buried in it. You’re apparently not supposed to eat more than a handful of these things at a time but Nero’s abs would be none the wiser.
Just as he’s about to shove an entire fistful of the nuts into his mouth, of course, as if right on queue like they’re in a soap opera, Dante slams the door open to Devil May Cry and comes sauntering in.
“Honey, I’m home!” The older Devil Hunter says with a singsong voice, nearly spooking Nero into tossing the handful of nuts behind him when Dante catches him off guard.
Nero immediately turns to look at him, flustered as all hell as he shoves the food into his mouth, trying to collect himself.
Dante is all laughs now, a wide grin playing on his lips as he locks the door behind himself. “Did you miss me?” He asks teasingly.
Nero scoffs as he talks through his chewing. “Miss you? I was praising Sparda for the silence around here.”
His dick begs to differ but it’s not the one talking here.
Dante makes a face as he shrugs off his jacket and hooks it onto the coat rack near the wall, weapons soon following the same fate. “I dunno, kid. I’d say you missed me so much you started looking for another pair of nuts to put into your mouth to occupy ya, huh? Don't worry, though, I missed you, too.” He smirks as he walks over and then immediately snatches the tin away from Nero’s hands. “I bought these. These are mine.”
“Hey!” Nero grumbles out as he watches Dante now stick his grubby hands into the can to toss back a handful of his own.
“Don’t hey me,” Dante begins as he walks off with the cashews and then sets them down purposely on the opposite table before making his way back over to Nero. “Who said you could eat them?”
Nero furrows his brows as he looks up at Dante, rolling his eyes. He wants to say something back — something witty and snarky — but then he stupidly gets distracted by the way Dante stretches his arms up to the ceiling. It’s just a moment. Not even anything special. But Nero catches the sight of Dante’s toned stomach peaking below his grey shirt and the sharp edges where his hips guide down below his pants and the bulge so prominently there and he loses his train of thought.
Oh fuck.
Why the fuck does Dante wear leather pants?
Nero swallows and recovers as quickly as he can but it’s already too late. Dante knows.
“I wouldn’t say no.” Dante remarks with a snicker, hands moving to his hips now and letting his fingers hook into the waistband of his pants. “I did say I missed you, you know.”
Nero crinkles his nose. “Say no to what?”
If his dick could interject, it’d call Nero an idiot and beg Dante to have forgiveness for Nero’s downplaying.
“You know what.”
Nero looks up at Dante now, eyes narrowing at the silent offer. “I didn’t say anything,” he challenges though he can’t even deny that he’s probably looking at Dante like he wants to devour him.
Because he kind of wants to.
Dante laughs lowly at the back of his throat now, obviously amused as he moves his hands to his belt buckle. It’s real brass and heavy and way too big for anyone besides Dante to wear it without looking dumb.
But of course on Dante it’s attractive. So fucking attractive.
“How about you get on your knees for me, Nero?”
Nero continues to stare up at him, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he contemplates the request. His face and the tips of his ears suddenly feel hot. He knows what Dante wants because he wants it, too.
And then Dante slides one hand down further past his belt and gently palms at himself through the tight leather. He’s not even hard — just making a point to show Nero what he’s offering — and Nero buckles like a whore in church.
“What happens if I do?” Nero dares to ask, heart racing so loudly in his ears that he’s afraid Dante will hear.
Dante, always the confident fuck that he is, just licks his lips and shrugs. “What happens if you don’t?” He follows up and Nero hangs onto that sentence like a fish hooked on a line.
Nero can’t stop looking at the sheen on Dante’s lips now. Can’t stop the incessant buzzing in his head that’s screaming at him to obey.
It doesn’t take him very long to silently slide down off the couch and onto the hardwood, slinking down just a foot or so away from Dante and letting the older man walk up to him to close the distance. His steel-toe boots thud against the wooden floor.
Nero stares up at him now, hands resting on his thighs as he tries to compose himself. His fingers curl against his pants, knuckles turning white from the anticipation. In this position Dante is tall and looming. Large. Engulfing.
Nero isn’t small in stature but Dante sure does know how to make him feel like he is from this position.
He tries not to make it obvious how badly he’s missed Dante but then again… he did just get on his knees within five minutes of Dante getting home. Quite clearly he’s not doing a very good job here.
He groans expectantly. “Well?”
“Well? That’s not very nice now is it?” Dante sighs out as he toys with his belt still. “If you’re not going to be nice, I could just—“
Nero whines. “I’ll be nice.”
“Tell me what you want, then, Nero. Why are you on your knees?”
The words cause a stir in the pit of Nero’s stomach as he kneels there, patiently waiting for Dante to do something. His eyes are still trained to Dante’s face, only wavering momentarily to glance at the older’s hands as they shift and play with his belt buckle.
He’s doing this on purpose.
Nero groans lowly at the back of his throat. “You know what I want, Dante, fuckin’ c’mon.” Nero starts to say, only to be tapped across the face by Dante’s open palm. It’s not hard but it’s not all that gentle either. It stings in a way that Nero pathetically delights in. He flinches but remains focused, teeth once again sinking deeper into his lower lip in forced silence.
“Didn’t you just say you were gonna be nice tonight?” Dante says with a scoff. There’s a taunt to his tone that makes Nero desperate. Makes Nero want him more.
He swallows hard.
“Nero.” And then he’s lifting his boot and pressing the toe of it between Nero’s legs — the weight of the steel digging into his groin.
“I want to please you,” Nero barely manages between pursed lips as he stares up at Dante, fighting a moan when he feels Dante’s boot dig itself into his cock. He shifts forward just enough to feel the authority of it. The control. It takes all his willpower to not bow and kiss the steel.
“How?” Dante asks with a perked brow, fingers finally opening the clasp on the buckle, the heavy sound of brass clanking ringing through Nero’s ears as he unloops his belt.
“With my mouth.” Nero answers back with a smirk now, resisting the urge to reach out and speed up Dante’s painfully slow striptease. “Don’t you want that? Want my lips around your cock, Dante?”
The older hunter seems to mewl at that - though it’s quiet and trapped in his throat. He can’t hide the desperation in his eyes if he tried. Dante is just as eager as Nero is.
He finally relents and removes his foot from between Nero’s thighs.
“You gonna let me have it?” Nero asks now as he exhales a shaky sigh.
Dante gives a lopsided smirk and silently unbuttons his fly before making a nod towards Nero. An invite, so to speak.
Nero knows what Dante is allowing him without them having to exchange words. He gently lets his hands come up now to meet at Dante’s pants, slowly bringing them first to his muscular thighs and then to his groin, palming him through the leather. He’s hard now from the anticipation and so is Nero.
“What did you do while I was gone, hm?” The older hunter asks as his fingers graze up and down the hollow point of Nero’s cheek, Nero unable to fight it as he presses into the touch like a cat longing for affection.
“Nothing major.” Nero manages as his eyes dart between Dante’s groin and his face — Dante’s cock perfectly outlined now against the straining leather and Nero wanting to so badly wrap his lips around it. But he doesn’t. He resists. “No one called. Place was quiet.”
Dante nods and lets a small sigh escape him. “I thought of you the entire time, you know.” He admits as he then gently hooks his thumb between Nero’s lips, finding absolutely no resistance as he pushes in right past his teeth.
Nero’s breath hitches in his throat as Dante’s thumb slips further into his mouth, the younger hunter forcing himself now to maintain eye contact.
“Suck.” Dante instructs suddenly and that goes right to Nero’s dick.
He does as he’s told, tongue coating Dante’s digit as he sucks, eyes wide as he stares up. There’s no hesitation. Not even an attempt.
“Had a big job to take care of, you know? Big infestation. You should’ve seen the way I cut through them. It was a bloodbath. Couldn’t help but imagine how riled up you would’ve been if you were there. I know you love that adrenaline rush.” Dante muses, voice deep and gravelly as he talks down to Nero. “We would’ve killed them all and then I would’ve pushed you down in the dirt and made you sob.”
Nero groans.
“You like that, huh? The idea of me having my way with you while we’re both drenched in blood?”
He just barely manages a nod before Dante slips his thumb out abruptly, leaving Nero with his lips parted and his brain practically melted.
“Dante?” Nero breathes out, looking up through silver lashes.
“Take it out,” Dante mutters back, wet thumb now opting to stroke gently at Nero’s jaw. He’s so gentle - ghosting rough, calloused fingertips all up along the arch of his cheek then over his lower lip once more. “Show me how much you’ve missed me, kid.”
Nero’s heart flutters in his chest at the words but he’d never admit it. His cheeks give away his reaction, however, and all he can do is what Dante wants. What he wants, too.
Dante’s fingers now instead find their way to Nero’s hair and rake through the short spikes, undoubtedly messing it up but Nero can’t seem to care.
He hooks his fingers just under the band of Dante’s pants and gently tugs down — just enough for him to slip Dante’s erection free, eyes immediately shooting up to Dante’s for assurance once more. He tries to ignore the pounding of his own heart that is thumping loudly in his ears because, fuck, okay maybe he’s way more into this than he’d like to admit.
And maybe he wants to suck Dante off until he’s cumming so hard and screaming Nero’s name and maybe Nero wants that thing buried so deep inside of him that he sees stars—
“—You look pleased,” Dante coos down at him, a wicked grin on display as he interrupts the absolute primitive static going on in Nero’s head.
Nero rolls his eyes as he focuses and wraps one hand around Dante’s shaft, giving him a few slow strokes as his gaze drops, trying to regain even just an ounce of control over the situation. His pride is absolutely nonexistent at this point but Nero can’t resist the banter. “Shut up, old man. You’re lucky I don’t rip it off.”
Dante feigns shock as he swallows down a sigh from finally being touched. “I think we have different definitions of you being nice.”
Nero smirks and leans in to let his tongue lap gently at the tip, “maybe. Maybe not.” He murmurs before playfully tapping the blushing head against his pursed lips while Dante watches, dumbfounded.
“You’re filthy.” Dante comments in a shaky tone, so obviously turned on that Nero can’t help but continue to slap it along his lips and cheek. Practically marking himself for the devil and he knows it.
Dante is pretty to look at when he’s like this - no way around it. Every part of him is in ways that Nero doesn’t even like to admit, but then again, he is with Dante so he supposes it implies it, right?
“You look so good like that, you know,” Dante tells him as he continues to play with Nero’s hair. He’s so loving and gentle and god damnit he makes it hard to be mean sometimes.
“Like what?” Nero asks dumbly, parting his lips to let some of his spit dribble onto the head of Dante’s cock before using his tongue to guide it down the shaft, following along a prominent vein. He’s being a tease, he knows.
Dante visibly swallows. Nero sees the way his throat bobs. “Like that, Nero. You know. Big, pretty eyes and pouty lips and my dick in your hand. Your father would be so disappointed. I can get used to this.”
“Yeah, that’s why you’re not going to tell him.” Nero blushes like an absolute jerk, groaning to himself now as he gives a few more playful licks before then finally taking Dante into his mouth. He hollows out his cheeks, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he sucks on the tip, letting Dante’s palm on his head guide him forward more until he’s about halfway.
“Ah, Nero, shit…” Dante whines from above and Nero can’t see his face but he bets it’s all scrunched up.
“Mm?” Nero hums back in reply before he backs off to the tip again, only to repeat until he eventually finds a slow rhythm fueled by the small, audible breaths and moans that Dante keeps letting slip out. What he doesn’t reach with his mouth, he supplements with his hand.
“You’re so good,” Dante moans out, raspy voice made even raspier as both his hands find their ways to the back of Nero’s head now. He holds still, letting Nero control the pace but when Nero looks up and they make eye contact, he can see how desperately Dante is trying to behave.
He knows it’ll only be a short while before that demon inside takes over. Not that Nero minds because he likes being manhandled. Likes pushing Dante’s buttons. Especially when he’s like this.
“Yeah?” Nero says as he pulls off, a trail of saliva making its way down his chin now as he leans in to press his lips to Dante’s tip, then peppering kisses all down the shaft until he hits the base. “Keep talking and I’ll keep going.” Nero smirks now as he sinks down further on his knees — just low enough to take one of Dante’s balls between his lips and suck.
“Kid, ah, wait—“ Dante begins to say only to be interrupted with a low groan, throwing his head back in what Nero can only assume is pure ecstasy. “So good,” Dante repeats himself like a broken record. “You take me so well. You’re such a good boy for me.”
Nero feels foolishly prideful as he continues to pleasure Dante, taking turns back and forth between giving attention to his balls and then back to his shaft, wanting to give him everything he can offer. He hasn’t even touched himself despite the painful erection pressing against his pants because he knows Dante will take care of him after.
Knows that it’ll be worth the wait.
“I’m getting close, Nero, baby—“
And then suddenly Dante’s hands that were simply gripping at the back of Nero’s head for stability seem to tighten their grips at the strands of his hair and press him forward and, fuck, Dante is doing what he wants now and Nero is just here for the ride.
He lets Dante do exactly what he needs, eyes trained to the older hunter’s face as he fucks into Nero’s mouth now recklessly chasing for the finish line. All Nero can do is grip at Dante’s thighs to keep himself upright as Dante pumps in and out of him, picking up the pace as he gets closer.
Nero can’t talk — all he can do is whine and moan and gag gently as he feels Dante hit at the back of his throat over and over.
“That’s my good boy. My perfect boy. Look at you, shit, you’re so beautiful like that.” Dante praises him from above and then momentarily presses to the back of Nero’s throat and holds still, fingers gripping tight at his hair like the reins on a horse.
It’s a few seconds at maximum but Nero grips hard at Dante’s thighs, trying his best not to gag.
But he does.
And Dante seems to revel in it.
“Right there.” Dante moans as he pulls Nero off, the younger hunter catching his breath through gasps but quickly getting right back to the task at hand.
“C’mon. Give it to me.” Nero whimpers out to him, voice nearly lost as he continues to suck on him, Dante still leading him on and off until he finally seems to hit his peak and breaks Nero off so that he can take himself into his hand, pumping himself now.
Nero barley gets it together, opening his mouth and letting his tongue splay out as Dante cums hard — ropes of the warm substance immediately hitting the back of Nero’s throat and coating along his parted lips and tongue as Dante jerks himself off over him. Nero sits there patiently as Dante finishes, moaning to himself as he lets Dante claim him. Dante’s only been gone for two days and yet here Nero is, desperate for him.
“Damn, kid.” Dante groans as he finally slows his motions and comes down from his climax, hands trembling as they let go of Nero’s hair and opt to run through his own to push it back and out of his face. His forehead is wet with sweat, strands of silver hair practically glued to it.
Nero remains still and smirks proudly beneath him, tongue still splayed out because he’s waiting for Dante to acknowledge him.
“My favorite part.” Dante admires, watching with labored breaths as Nero finally swallows and licks at his lips devilishly.
He hates how much he loves this. Hates how much he loves pleasing Dante and yet here he is, basking in the praise with his pride thrown right out the window.
“Missed a spot, princess.” Dante observes as he lets his thumb swipe up a small drop at the corner of his mouth before pressing it between Nero’s soft lips, letting the younger suck the skin clean with wide eyes. “There we go.” He concludes as he slips his thumb out and gently taps at Nero’s cheek.
“Good?” Nero asks with a perked brow.
“Good? You’re too good at that.” Dante remarks with an exhale.
“Had a kind-of okay teacher, I guess.” Nero responds with a lopsided grin, now leaning forward to press one more kiss to Dante’s shaft.
“More than okay. I had you screaming and shaking the first time. I remember you almost kicking me in the face because it was that good.” Dante interjects and okay, yeah, maybe Dante is good at everything.
Even if Nero refuses to say it.
And Dante’s even good at the way he thanks Nero for blowing him, too — the older hunter dipping down to pull him into a ridiculously passionate kiss. One that Nero swears would make his knees wobble if he wasn’t still on the floor.
Nero doesn’t even realize the tears that had streaked down his cheeks until Dante reaches out now and uses an index to wipe away at one with a cocky grin.
“You look so pretty when I make you cry.” He teases, “I gotta do that more often.”
Nero immediately makes a face as he gets up off his knees finally, “I wasn’t crying, asshole. You choked me.”
“You liked it.” Dante purrs back to him with a shrug, earning a simple huff in reply from Nero.
Yeah, whatever. He did.
“Vergil would be pretty upset right now, wouldn’t he? His brother choking his only son? I should tell him.” Nero taunts as he levels himself with Dante now, resisting a laugh.
“Vergil’s gonna be pretty upset when he finds out I took you upstairs and screwed you in his bed.” Dante retorts with a huff as he zippers himself back up and buckles his belt. It earns him a look from Nero that screams both let’s go and fuck off all at once and Dante knows it all too well.
“Oh? I bet he’d be even angrier if I fucked you in his bed and told him over dinner.”
“Let’s try both and find out.” Dante winks and it’s as good an offer as any. “But…”
“But?” Nero scoffs. He’s surprised to hear an objection. His dick is about to protest.
“Give me a bit. You just sucked out my soul like a damn incubus.” Dante suddenly pleads, putting his hands up as if to surrender to his much younger counterpart. “I’m old, remember?”
“You owe me for the last two days you’ve been gone, Dante.” Nero interjects as if he’s bargaining a pay cut on a job with the older Devil Hunter now, giving him a pointed look.
Dante laughs. “Right, right. Two days too many. Fine. Five minutes. Give me five, kid.”
Nero smirks. “Five minutes? Alright. Clock starts now.”