“AS LONG AS NO ONE KNOWS”

A/N: Some Devil May Cry smut!

Warnings: UNBETAED SMUT!! Nero/Dante smut! Woo! Rimming, foul language, anal, smutty smut!

Disclaimers: I don't own Dante and Nero, Capcom does...

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“Cmon', let me.”

“NO!”

“Why not!?”

“Dammit, just because!”

“Look, you'll love it, just trust me.”

“NERO SHUT THE FUCK UP! IT AIN'T HAPPENING!”

“FINE! FUCK OFF! BE THAT WAY!”

Nero stormed out of Dante's office, slamming the door behind him so hard that the ornaments, posters, and demon's heads were knocked off the wall, and came clattering to the floor. The door itself had splintered, and was in need of a good repair.

Dammit, this was the third time this week.

Ever since they had moved towards the more physical part of their relationship, things had taken a turn for the worse. Love was the easy part for them. That they could deal with. Dates? Fun. Kissing, hugging and making out? Cool. Sex? That was where things got iffy.

Nero wanted to top, and exclusively.

The fist few times that they had attempted intercourse, Nero had hated it. He was uncomfortable, and his dislike of the situation was painfully obvious. Dante had tried to make it better for him, lots of preparation, scented oil, lubricant with the contents of a vital star mixed in, but nothing helped.

Nero just didn't like being on bottom, and nothing would change that.

He would allow Dante to top him, but what was the point? If it didn't feel good, it didn't feel good. Something in Nero's physiology just said no to enjoying anal sex. Dante hated the idea of getting off while Nero laid there, bored and uncomfortable, but he was supposed to be seme. He was older, stronger, and cooler! He had every right to top!

But he was also being stupid and selfish. Why should he get to enjoy himself while Nero suffered? Was it really so bad to give in? What if, gods, demons, and Sparda himself forbid, it actually felt good!? Was he afraid to let Nero top him because he was afraid that he would actually like the feeling of a hard cock in his ass? It was too much to deal with right now...

He went to fix the door, and contemplated on what to do next.

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The next day, Dante had made up his mind.

He would try it once, and if he liked it, they could continue that way as long as no one ever found out. If not, too bad for Nero. He figured he would get cleaned up, and wait for Nero to come by for dinner.

He took a shower, carefully cleaning himself inside and out. He shaved carefully, and dressed, physically ready to deal with this rather fucked up situation. Finally, he ordered a pizza, and opened a beer to calm himself.

He would need some liquid courage to deal with this situation.

As expected, Nero arrived, and was completely silent about the prior evenings spat.

He ate, watched the movie, and that was about it.

“Nero?”

“Yeah?”

“Look, I'm sorry.”

“Whatever...”

“Do you want to try... that...tonight?”

Nero's eyes light up like a tree at Christmas.

“Really?”

Dante nodded, and drank another beer.

“Baby, I promise that it will be fucking awesome. I will sooo make you scream!”

“In a good or bad way?”

“Enough with the sarcasm, Dante. You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, whatever, lets take this to the bedroom.”

Dante stood, grabbed another beer, and headed to the bedroom, with Nero right behind him. Once in, he undressed, and rested on the bed, drinking the beer slowly. He made no move the participate, or protest.

“Dante?”

“If I'm the one who's gonna take it like a chick, then you're gonna be the man and do all the work while I lie here and do nothing.”

Nero smirked wickedly.

“Fine with me.”

Nero stood, and started dropping his clothes slowly, showing off for Dante. He knew what turned Dante on, and a good striptease was always high priority, no matter what gender performed it. He slowly peeled off the layers of clothing, moving rhythmically, showing off his toned body.

Dante was practically drooling by the end of it, just as Nero wanted.

“Fuck Nero, that was damned hot..”

“It's just gonna get hotter.”

Dante threw his head back against the pillows, and snaked a hand down to his swollen erection, stroking it firmly.

“Good, cause I want you. Make me scream. Prove me wrong.”

“I promise I will.”

Nero retrieved to tube of lubricant from the bathroom, before settling on the bed.

“So, are you still cool with this?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Foreplay? Or should I just get to it?”

“Just fuck me.”

Nero rolled his eyes. He had caught that look on Dante's face. If there was foreplay, there was more pleasure, and Dante really didn't want that. He didn't want to like it. Why the hell was he so damned afraid of this? Did he think that it made him less of a person, a warrior to submit in bed?

Well too damned bad. He was gonna like it, whether he wanted to or not.

“Demanding much?”

“Fuck me, or fuck off.”

“Fine, your highness. Lay on your stomach, with your hips raised.”

Dante flipped over, finished his drink, and tossed it onto the floor. Nero slid a pillow under Dante's hips to keep them raised, and once Dante seemed ready, he ran a finger gently over his entrance. Dante made no move to get away, so Nero continued, circling with his fingers, slowly relaxing him further. Dante finally let a moan slip, a quiet sound that betrayed his bored act.

“You like that, don't you?”

“Fuck you.”

“I think it'll be the other way around.”

Before Dante could do anything else to protest, Nero leaned forward, and slid his tongue against Dante's entrance, and pushed his tongue in slightly.

Dante's eyes widened. He had not expected this!

“Nero? What the fu-Nng..Mmm.”

Nero had thrust his tongue further in, and was already slowly retracting it.

Dante lay there in utter shock, unable to control himself. It felt so damned good, and despite his want to dislike this kind of thing, he couldn't help but to want more. He moaned, and whined, and pushed his hips back, wanting more of that sensation, loving the way it felt to have his younger lover fucking him with his tongue.

“Nero...”

Nero pulled away, and once again rubbed his fingers around the outside of Dante's hole.

“What?”

“If you ever tell anyone about this...”

“Like anyone would believe me anyway... Now enough interruption, ok?”

“Fine.”

Nero grabbed the lubricant, and squeezed a copious amount from the tube, and applied to to Dante's entrance. Dante shuddered involuntarily at the feeling of the cool gel against his hot flesh. Nero slowly started sliding a finger in, taking his time, being oh so careful. At first it wasn't all that exciting to Dante, just an odd intrusion, until Nero bent his finger and grazed it against the place in him that made his whole body ache with pleasure.

“Shit! Do that again!”

Nero smirked, and added another finger before he touched it again. Dante moaned and bucked his hips, wordlessly begging for more. Nero continued stretching him, brushing up against his prostate until he was desperate with need.

“Ready?”

“Yeah...”

Nero used more of the lubricant to coat his length, and then positioned himself at Dante's entrance. He planned to take his time, be careful, and let Dante adjust. He would be gentle and patient, and go nice and slow.

Dante had other ideas, however.

As soon as Nero had gotten the tip of his erection into Dante's tight opening, Dante slammed back, impaling himself on Nero's length. He refused to wait, and almost immediately pulled away a bit, and then slammed back again, practically fucking himself on Nero's cock.

“Oh, so you want it that way.”

Nero grabbed Dante's hips hard enough to bruise, and slammed in, meeting him at every motion. It was so hot, to see the older man moaning and writhing, sweat glistening on his toned body as he was fucked, used, like some woman or common slut.

“How the hell can you NOT like this?”

Dante cursed and moaned as Nero continued to fuck him, pressing into that sensitive bundle of nerves with every thrust. He already felt that coiling pressure tightening in his belly-He would not last long. He bit his lower lip, and tried to hold of from climaxing, but it wasn't possibly. He cried out Nero's name loud enough to wake the dead as he came, spilling his thick seed over the pillow without having his cock touched at all. Nero orgasmed soon after, unable to hold back. He collapsed on top of Dante, and for a moment they just laid there together, reveling in the warmth between them.

Nero finally pulled out, got up, and pulled his pants on, before heading downstairs.

Dante was left alone for a moment to contemplate what had just happened.

He hadn't liked it, he had loved it. It was so damned intense, like nothing he had felt before. He knew that he was ok with letting Nero top him again, but he still didn't feel comfortable with being the bitch of the relationship.

Nero returned soon after, with another beer for Dante, and a half box of leftover pizza. Dante accepted it gratefully, and sat up to eat. Nero waited cautiously before asking any questions.

“Dante?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you like it?”

“Hell ya.”

“So can I...”

“Yeah, you can. But you tell anyone and your head will join the ones on the wall.”

“Dante, I won't. Promise.”

“Good.”

“Sooo...”

“Yeah?”

“Round two?”

“Fuck yeah!”

Nero gasped as Dante tossed the food to the floor, slammed Nero on his back, and ripped his pants off of him. He smiled wickedly as he stroked Nero to hardness before impaling himself on Nero's cock, and starting riding him.

“Fuck Dante, what the hell has gotten into you?”

“You.”

“Oh GAWD.”

Dante smirked as he moved, loving the feeling of this position, of being more in control. It was a nice compromise, he still felt dominant this way, and from the look on Nero's face, he was loving it as well.

“Fuck Dante, you are so damned hot like this.”

“You too. Nngh, hell, we can do this any damned time you want, as long as no one knows.”

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