Disclaimer: Characters and affiliated materials don't belong to me. They are property of Master Hideki Kamiya.
Author's note: It's short but there's more on the way. This is my first Devil May Cry story and I'm just testing the waters.
Sexy Fight I
Hot damn, that had been a sexy fight! Even Trish and Lady, their jiggling boobs excepted, hadn't looked that fuckable in battle. The Dante-wannabe had attacked him first(probably thought he would do something to his pretty little girlfriend). Though Dante could have easily avoided him, that wouldn't have been fun at all, and besides, there was something fishy about the boy. Like why he looked so much like Dante. And Vergil, and Sparda.
Geez, old man, how many kids can you pop in 2,000 years? If you ask me...you liked humans a little too much.
Perhaps because the expression in his boyish face reminded the devil hunter of himself. He was such an impetuous, fiery-spirited young man; brash and careless, like a certain dashing half-demon hunter of demons in his youth.
Dante wasn't that dumb anymore. He liked to think he had matured…somewhat. Couldn't be helped really, he was nearing his thirtieth year. Only a few months left…damn, he was getting old.
Back to that lovely memory of the sexiest fight in his three decades on Earth—excluding the hour or two in hell. He had to hand it to the kid; he had style, character, daring, and some pretty badass moves. He had even surprised Dante, quite pleasantly, with how well he put up a fight against the legendary devil hunter—which was no easy feat. Most humans and demons didn't last a minute against his broad sword and twin guns.
Honestly, when the young knight had smashed his feet into his face, that had been freaking annoying. But then as they stood facing each other upon the shoulders of Sparda's statue, Dante had thought he might actually have some fun with this, and normally he wouldn't be conscious that early in the morning. Kid had a sturdy pair of legs, he had thought, when the kid pushed the statue's giant stone sword off its upright position with Dante standing quite happily over the pommel. Quick little legs too, with how swift they had run up the blade, charging at the devil hunter.
But before all that...damn Dante wanted to snicker so badly; and he did as he recalled being in midair, minding his own business, when those long, sturdy, nimble and shapely legs came after him from below, spread wide as an eagle's wings until the boy's crotch jammed into his stomach and his thighs wrapped around his waist firmly. Kid had an iron hold. Unfortunately, this sweet and sensual young man, who had a kinky way of battling his mortal opponents, didn't want to actually do anything sexual yet…at least not consciously. So Dante played along (let the kid have his fun) and shot at his face with Ivory.
What another lovely surprise when the kid opened his rosy lips and in a split second clamped his teeth around the pale barrel in the hottest parry Dante had ever seen. Ah, Dante wanted to kiss him then, but instead he shot him again with Ebony—when LO! a long, shapely, nimble leg curled over his arm to curtail the attack but only succeeded in grinding the kid's plush ass just above Dante's…decent hard-on.
Hadn't that been perfectly charming; the two round muscles, firm and perky in their wonderfully tight denim jeans against Dante's accursed leather vest and all those buckles—why the hell did he put so much shit on? Sure it looked cool but it obviously had a catch. A nice, thin linen shirt would have done very nicely just then. Or maybe nothing at all. Yeah, completely naked sweet ass rubbing on his completely naked torso. Fucking. Yes. But maybe later.
After that sexy ass move, the kid wanted to take his turn passing the bullets, but in order to do that he had to release the arm holding Ivory. He proceeded in his clever and innocently sensual way to restrain Dante by wrapping his other yummy leg around that arm. And now, as they fell back down, with him sitting on the older man and Dante's hands between the kid's thighs, gravity thought to make the fight even more delicious when the devil hunter's forearms were pressed against the rough fabric over the groin on top of him while the kid was pulled down against him.
Thank you, gravity. Even though you're just a theory, you will always be the sure hand that guided mine well.
Unfortunately gravity was a quick fucker and the moment was gone before the second was over.
After that, Dante had not looked at the delectable kid the same way again. He had thrown Dante around as if the robust devil hunter weighed as little as a sack of grain, which had been quite fun; and listening to that cocky talk about being taken down a notch was rather cute. He half expected another sexy move and indulged the kid for quite some time until the brat punched him like crazy with that insane—but very nice—devil arm of his, which had pissed Dante off to the point he had almost triggered. Then the little runt had pinned the legendary handsome son of Sparda to his father's statue with his own sword—caught him completely by surprise.
But after the initial irritation of having been shown up by a punk, Dante had to reason with his mature adult logic that it had been entirely his own fault for underestimating the young knight, and the kid was not to blame. Besides, being manhandled like that had been super hot in a very sadomasochistic way. Very kinky.
Much to Dante's misfortune he wasn't there to play with the pretty child and business was a bitch that beckoned in the worst of times. Ah, no, that wouldn't be fair; if it wasn't for that bitch of a job he wouldn't have had that sexy ass fight with that sexy ass kid in the first place.
True, Dante was a womanizer, and proud of it. Almost thirty years and still rolling. But he had, had the occasional guy that took his fancy. He liked the pretty ones of course, and this one, though had a very pleasing face, was one rough man handler. Oh, goody. Even better—a pretty boy with a tough guy attitude. Dante was going to love taking that ass down and tapping it for all its worth.
He had told the kid he would see him around. Of course he was hoping for another sexy fight.