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There was a certain heat that came with mid-August weather, one disgustingly hot and swampy-wet, that you just couldn’t shake off. You could feel the thick, humid summer air sticking to your skin, coating you in an extra layer of sweat and making your clothes cling to your body as you mucked around the old abandoned house that was up on the furthest hill off the main road from the city. The half-assed, lazy cries of nearby cicadas sounded off from the trees that surrounded the property, reminding you once again that this miserable summer was finally, finally almost over.
Today sucked.
But really, everything sucked lately. It didn’t feel fair and it wasn’t your fault, not entirely at least. Rather, it was Dante who was the cause of this mess. But that also didn’t seem right, it was too simple of a solution to blame it on Dante. What was that age-old expression again? It takes two to tango? That was certainly true, you’d learned that much this summer. But even in knowing that logically, there was an emotional side of you that still needed someone to blame for the way things had turned out. It was the only way you could make sense of the Dante-shaped hole in your heart, wounded and gaping like all your blood was pooling out of it and onto the floor below where you stood.
It had been almost a month since you’d seen him last. Not like you’d really made much of an effort to remedy that, and Dante being Dante was all too willing to accept your unspoken request for some space. He had always been a good guy, a steadfast friend and someone you could depend on even if you didn’t want to. His willingness to put up with you when your moods flickered on and off like an old porch light despite how much you’d expected him to turn tail and run meant more to you than you could put into words. But you still found yourself unable to act other than the way you were now. There were so many reasons why he didn’t deserve this cold shoulder attitude you were throwing at him, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to call him, too afraid that calling it quits would be the first thing out of your mouth although it was the last thing you wanted to say.
A low rustling noise coming from behind a closed door, which would most likely lead you to an empty bedroom, jolted you out of your thoughts and back into the devil hunter mode you’d trained yourself to return to when needed. The time to lament over your dying friendship with Dante had come and gone, and would come back again if this last month had shown you anything about yourself. Truly, your ability to dwell on the things you felt worked up over and depressed by was astounding, even when about to be facing a life or death situation such as the one you were about to walk into. But now your mood had transformed as you started to prepare for the hunt at hand.
Shifting into the position you knew well, you crouched low to the ground, making yourself nearly flat as you prepared to burst into the room. The job seemed easy enough when you took it, a simple stakeout and hunting mission to rid this property of the ‘mild infestation’ so that the realtor who bought the desolate house could eventually flip it and make a pretty profit. If anyone told you a year ago that this city would be facing the overwhelming pressures of gentrification, you would have laughed. Now you were about to be staring at the very real repercussions of it.
Slowly, you reached for the brass-plated doorknob and jiggled it, causing the door to pop open immediately. You sunk into the room, keeping low with your arm ghosting around your torso to where your rifle was strapped across your back securely. It was the rifle most sacred to you, the one you’d spent countless hours maintaining and working on like it was your life’s pride. There were two Kyklops waiting for you in the bedroom, which was constructively covered in a thick, study web. They’d clearly been here for some time since the room had been transformed into a den for the demon pair. The two spider-like demons seemed unaware of your entry as they continued jumping from wall to wall over the largest web that lay from atop the ceiling to the corner of the room and stretched all the way down until it met the wooden floorboards.
All at once, you sprang up in the doorway, not hesitating in the slightest as you aimed your rifle at one of the Kyklops before firing and hitting it square in the largest neon green eye in the center of its eye row. The beast went down fast, falling off the wall and collapsing onto the floor while its partner screeched a downright mournful cry. You remembered once that Dante had told you these demons were only ever seen in pairs, perhaps due to their strangely unarachnid-like nature that caused them to be pack creatures or maybe they were mated in some demon way you couldn’t fully wrap your head around. It wasn’t clear to you if the lone Kyklops truly felt the loss of its mate or if it was driven solely on instinct, but either way, there was a part of you that understood how it felt.
There wasn’t enough time for you to dwell on what might have been the demonic concept of mourning before the second Kyklops lunged at you, kicking its bulky body off the wall behind it the same time as it used its long front legs to shoot a rock it created at you. Your own instinct kicked in, taking the path of preservation as you pressed along the wall adjacent to the door in efforts to dodge the spider demon’s projectile and used the stock of your rifle to deflect it back. The large dirt rock rebounded back towards the demon and hit it head on, making you feel momentarily lucky that your aim was as good as it was even when you weren’t using your gun for shooting. The lonely Kyklops screeched once more, appearing to get increasingly enraged as the fight continued to go your way, and if you weren’t so ready to put this thing down, you would’ve felt a teeny bit sorry for it.
You aimed quickly and fired at the Kyklops, only for the little bastard to raise its forelimbs and block the bullet. Fortunately, it didn’t ricochet backwards towards you, but due to the angle it took, it went sideways and shattered the window next to you. Oops- hopefully that wouldn’t affect your paycheck. Shards of glass flew into the room, some raining down where you stood. There was a faint flash of pain across your cheek before you felt the bubbling of warm blood build where a slender piece of glass tore your skin, but you’d deal with tending to that cut later. For now, you were dead set on finishing this job- preferably before the Kyklops did any more damage that could theoretically affect the money promised to you.
Wiping the blood away with your fist, you reevaluated the situation: the Kyklops had you basically backed into a corner with nowhere to shelter from it. It bolted back to where its fallen mate lay, seeming to almost protect the corpse as it geared up to send another rock at you. A less experienced demon hunter would have faltered, perhaps by attempting to flee only to get pounced from behind or by reacting with urgent, shaky nerves and therefore missing a shot that couldn’t afford to be missed. But that was not you, not in the slightest.
The Kyklops pulled back within itself, balling another dirt filled rock in its mouth before shooting it off at you. You used the lull in the demon’s movement to line up another shot, aiming at the same large, neon green eye that you shot in its partner. When you pulled the trigger, the thing was so focused on lining up its own shot that it hadn’t had the time to move and dodge your own lead projectile. It hit the target, shattering the jewel-like central eye and the beast collapsed with a shutter on top of its deceased partner, an eerie gasping cry leaving its body when it finally came to a still.
Eagerly, you dropped your rifle from where you held it to your eye, only to be blasted in the face by the rock the Kyklops had thrown at you. In your excitement at winning the fight, you’d forgotten all about it, so sure that your shot had hit the Kyklops before it actually had the chance to throw the rock. Although now you knew that was wrong, and you could feel it when the rock collided into your nose how wrong you really had been. Your beloved gun clattered to the ground when your hands rose to grasp your nose in anguish. It didn’t feel broken, but the unbridled pain that flooded you when you touched it begged to differ. Either way, you could feel the rush of blood running down your face, staining your t-shirt and making you feel even stickier. Ugh, the first thing you’d do when you got back into town was take a shower.
That seemed to be the last of it though, a thought that made you feel weirdly melancholic. There was an uncertain part of you that felt oddly guilty, like these Kyklops set out to make this place their home before you came along and ruined the honeymoon. Plus, it didn’t help that they’d literally died on top of one another, like one of those plaster casts of those couples who perished in the ash at Pompeii. It was intimate, making you feel like you were intruding on a scene between lovers not meant for your eyes to witness. The idea of such tenderhearted emotions between demons made you feel strange in a way you couldn’t quite put a rhyme or reason to, and that only served to further your sour mood that quickly returned. But now, the job was done, and you could leave this house and the pair of demons you found in it in the past. But first, you walked across the room to where they lay in a heap, stepping over your rifle as you did so. The floor was now littered with glass, which crackled as shards broke under your feet, and it was funny how the cicadas seemed to stop singing entirely once the window was broken, like they were too shocked by the turn of events to finish their song.
Nudging the pile of dead demons with the toe of your shoe, you waited a moment before trying again to really make sure these things were as good as dead. Nothing happened. With a sigh of relief, you were about to turn back for your rifle before the sound of slow, thoughtful clapping filled up the otherwise quiet room. You didn’t even have to turn around to know who had suddenly appeared, although he really had no reason at all to be here.
Dante.
“Whew, that was a close one.” Dante’s voice rang out from behind you. “I almost thought you didn’t have it in you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You didn’t turn around to look at him, couldn’t bear the idea of looking at him standing in the doorway and looking like the picture of cool, calm perfection.
“Nothing. Just that you seemed a little off your game.”
“Well, I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” Suddenly, it occurred to you that you weren’t just randomly running into Dante after a month of avoiding him. It wasn’t like this was the most happening place in town, nor was it any of the usual spots you hung out in. A handful of pressing questions to ask about his surprise random appearance popped into your mind, but you stuck to allowing yourself to ask just one. “Why are you even here anyways?”
“Oh, I heard about this job and then you snatched it up before I could. Swung by to see if you needed any help.”
“Clearly not.” You gestured broadly to the scene that laid in the room. “I handled it.”
“I never said you couldn’t handle it, just thought maybe you’d want some help. We used to always bag demons together.” The earnestness in his voice made you feel another throb of guilt as you absentmindedly kicked the dead demons.
“Yeah, well, we used to do a lot of stuff together, Dante.” You muttered, keeping your tone barely audible but you knew he could still hear it. He always could.
Frustration boiled under your skin, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to say anything else to your friend. The words felt trapped in your mouth, your tongue too thick to let them free lest you accidentally say what you were actually feeling. You couldn’t think of anything worse than being honest about how much this last month had made you feel entirely fucked up and confused.
You could hear Dante take a few steps into the room and closer to where you stood before you felt his heavy hand rest on your shoulder. It used to piss you off endlessly how much taller he was than you, and always seemed to be towering over you. Although it didn’t matter as much when he was behind you like this now, you supposed. Still, the close proximity between your bodies was enough to make you feel electrified again, like the battle had taken a break and was starting up another round.
Dante sighed before speaking in that lower register he used sometimes, usually during moments where you knew he was trying to be more sensitive than normal. The implication made the hairs on your neck stand on end, and you had to resist the urge to shiver.
“Where ya been lately?”
A pang of guilt thrummed in you at Dante’s question. He was never very good at speaking outright about things that he actually cared about, nor was he capable of being honest with himself about what he truly wanted. You knew the question he asked you was a poor substitute for what he actually wanted to ask: What happened? Where did you go after the last time you saw him a month ago? Why haven’t you seen him since then? The guilt you felt surely was nothing to the pain of rejection and abandonment that Dante must’ve been feeling.
But thoughts of the last time you saw him stirred up a different feeling inside of you, something that made you feel hot and wet. Flashbacks played behind your eyes like visions from a lost daydream- The frenzied heat that seemed to fill up the entire room and overtake you both, how the aching swell of need didn’t even begin to go down until the waist of your pants were at your ankles, that patch of skin from his shoulder to his ear that seemed to make it all worth it in the moment, the way you’d both shed yourselves entirely of the restrictive clothes you wore before you’d hopped on top of him, the combined sounds you both created like a crescendo performed during a one time show of the world’s most perfect duet until the moment was gone and you couldn’t wait to try to forget about it.
Shuddering, you coughed to clear your throat and head. You hoped that Dante couldn’t sense with those half-demon senses of his the way your heartbeat picked up as your mind got away from you, too lost in the memory of what once was shared between you. That weird, stickily heated feeling was starting to buzz along your spine again.
“Oh, you know,” you shrugged halfheartedly, rolling your shoulders half in an attempt to get Dante to release you and the other half to get him to hold you tighter. “I’ve been around.”
Dante said nothing, but you could hear him suck air through his teeth with misplaced disappointment. His hand didn’t leave your shoulder, and you couldn’t tell where this failure of a conversation was headed. You didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out. Instead, you started to move, preparing to shift out of his grip and make a swift exit back into town to collect your payment, but then Dante spoke again, his fingers digging into the cotton shirt you’d thrown on this morning in a hurry.
“I miss you.”
The words were like a punch to the gut. You missed him too, of course you did, how could you not. Being with Dante was like breathing air, it was so natural to you that you never had to think about it. He was your friend. Maybe even your best friend, or now your ex-friend, or maybe you were better off as lovers and not the other way around. But it was too late for all that. Things were so different now, too confusing. This prolonged, torturous summer of Like had dragged on far too long and gotten neither of you anywhere.
You spun around, lips parted as you began to speak, but you were interrupted before the words could fall from your mouth.
“Damn!” Dante exclaimed, accompanying it with a low whistle. “That spider got you good.”
“It doesn’t hurt.” You lied as you wiped your fist under your nose carefully, smearing the blood and contributing to the mess rather than cleaning it up like you’d hoped. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, I’ll say…” Dante’s words trailed off. His eyes studied your face, trailing along it before they settled on staring at the blood that still dripped from your nose. Flickering between looking at your nose and mouth, Dante’s hand left your shoulder and moved instead to cup your cheek. His large thumb traced along the swell of your upper lip, painting it crimson from your blood that dragged along with the movement. There was a far away, hazy look in his eyes as he stared at the bloodied mess that was your lower face. You recognized that look- it was the same one he’d given you before everything fell apart last month.
There was a thick tension in the room now, the air becoming so pressurized it made your breath stall in your lungs and choke you. You realized then that you’d been holding your breath the entire time Dante was looking at you, like if you moved the spell would break and you’d go back to having things be awkward and estranged between the two of you again. His gaze was still moving across your face, but would stop and linger on your lip for longer and longer each time. He started to lean down closer to you, and you felt yourself inching closer to him despite every part of your common sense that screamed for you to stop. You shifted onto the tips of your toes, and then it was all over.
Dante practically collided into you, his lips pressed against your own with a startling intensity that hurt from the bluntness of his teeth banging into your mouth. Yet you found yourself meeting each press of his lips into yours with a clarity that said more than you could ever muster the words up to adequately describe how he made you feel. Each time he pulled away slightly, you chased his lips, your hands grabbing his sides in an effort to get him to finally stay still and give you what you wanted.
With each kiss, you sunk in deeper. You both moved feverishly, like you were trying to inhale the other and not leave even a single part of either of you unconsumed. The kiss started to grow sloppy, and the taste of your own blood on your tongue was closer to the metallic taste of patience than any epic violence ever could be. You tilted your head slightly, allowing the kiss to grow deeper which Dante quickly took advantage of. His tongue ran across your teeth, not missing a single inch of your mouth to explore. He rubbed his tongue against your own before sucking it into his mouth, dragging the taste of your blood with it. He pulled back and broke the kiss, taking your bottom lip between his teeth lightly before biting down harder on it. You could feel the prick of a fang against your lip, drawing more blood in the process, and Dante was quick to lap it up with a groan that went straight between your thighs.
Eventually, you switched the direction your head was tipped towards and Dante did the same, causing your noses to collide which triggered a pain so pointedly sharp you saw sparks behind your eyelids. You broke the kiss to pull back and assess the damage, a keen, wounded cry leaving you against your will. Instinctively your hand left Dante’s waist and rose to cradle your busted nose. The throbbing pain had subsided, but you could still feel other parts of you continue to throb as if the pain had interrupted nothing but rather continued the flow of want. With a timidness that wasn’t quite like you, you looked up at Dante, taking in the sight of his beautiful visage covered in your blood. It painted the lower half of his face scarlet, matching his signature coat. His eyes were still focused on you, his pupils narrowed like an apex predator on the hunt.
Less than a moment passed before you were both tearing at your own clothes. Your teeth collided into Dante’s own, the clanging noise making your brain rattle in your skull as the kiss was reinstated with a passion so deep you could drown in it. Dante’s large hands came to your pants button, unbuttoning it quickly before guiding your shorts down your legs along with your underwear. You quickly kicked off both from your ankles and over your boots awkwardly, leaving you bare from the waist down. If you had half a mind left, you’d probably feel strangely off-put at the notion of being half naked in a room with two dead demons within an arm’s reach but the thought didn’t even cross your mind. All you could think about was Dante.
Dante started to usher you into taking a step backwards, then another, and another until the back of your legs felt something soft but firm brush against them. You knew what it was instantly- you had scoped out the perimeter of this bedroom when you entered it and noted that it still had a bed within it, one pushed off to a corner, which must’ve been what you were standing against now. It had been long stripped of any bedding and the mattress was obviously old and covered in stale stains, but none of that mattered. You needed Dante more than you’d ever want anything else again in this life or the next. It felt tangible and all consuming, like you’d be swallowed whole if you didn’t get what you desperately needed soon.
You broke the kiss remorsefully, pulling away as a long strand of saliva stretched from your lips to his before it snapped and you had to wipe the drool it left in the corner of your mouth. The separation was borderline painful. It was impossible for you to bring yourself to look at Dante once more, so instead, you turned around to face the bed before hopping on it and waiting on your hands and knees with the hopes that Dante would follow your lead.
Luckily, you didn’t have to wait very long. Dante was quick to chase you by getting on the bed behind you. The squeaky, metallic bed frame groaned under the effort of holding up your combined weight. You could feel the strangely cool leather of his pants against the heated skin of your backside as he ground his obvious erection against you. Knowing that he felt at least somewhat the same as you did, stuffed with bottled-up lust that threatened to explode with just the slightest bit of unearned attention, set a fire under your skin that had you resolute to see this through even if you came to regret it later on.
Part of you wished you could see him, even just to gauge the emotion on his face that he could never truly hide from you. Maybe if you were facing towards him rather in the same direction, things would feel different, like less of a cheap and easy hookup between two friends in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, and on a dirty mattress to add to the trashy cliche. The anticipation and nagging guilt from letting yourself once again fall into this situation was starting to build up in your stomach, settling in like a sinking stone, and you almost had half a mind to call the whole thing off, put your shorts back on, and go get the money owed to you. But that was before you felt the ghosting of Dante’s fingers over the pulsing heat between your legs.
His fingers glided over your skin before one long finger pressed into your entrance hesitantly, a manner that was unfamiliar in nature for a man like Dante. It wasn’t like he had cause to be unsure, since you were beyond soaked, yet his finger prodded inside of you slowly, dragging against your walls as he began to pump it in and out of you with a speed that could only be described as leisurely. While it felt good, each push and pull stoked the dull embers of your desire into a much more aflame need, there was a part of you that wanted to speed this up so you could go back to feeling sorry for yourself again.
But Dante seemed determined to drag this out, a fact that was evident by the way he’d made no efforts to move on to the next act. He seemed entirely content to tease you and revel in the way you tried (and failed) to hide the way your breath turned into harsh pants and needy moans from the way only one of his fingers inside of you was working you up so much. A second finger slid into you, the action pulling the breath from your lungs and you could hear Dante hum in amusement at your reaction. You could picture the most likely smug, self-satisfied smirk on his face that he’d managed to figure out what you liked so quickly in such a short amount of time- but really, that only spoke to how well he really knew you.
Dante’s movements sped up and he began driving his fingers in and out of you quicker, which served to make the squelching noises due to how wet you were at this point even louder, to your embarrassment. Pleasure was prickling under your skin, building up rapidly and uncontrollably. Your limbs were starting to grow weak from the efforts of keeping yourself up while also trying not to give yourself entirely to the growing heat that was behind your pelvis. It was starting to become too much, and to compensate, you lowered yourself so that your torso was flat against the mattress to give your shaking arms a much needed break. The fact that the mattress was less than a desirable thing to lay on was lost to you, not like it really mattered since you could feel your own fluids dripping down the inside of your thighs and likely pooling on to the mattress to add your own stains to the mix.
Each time Dante’s fingers pushed deeper in you, they’d curl inwards against you, sending a blissful jolt that raced up your spine. His other hand came up to hold your hip, and he began guiding you backwards to meet his hand to grind against it. You obliged with a frantic delight, continuing to hump back into his hand and fucking yourself on his thick fingers. It must’ve been quite a show for Dante to feast his eyes on, having the best seat possible right behind the action, and that thought was substantiated by the lack of commentary from the white haired man. Maybe he was too mesmerized by the shameless way you were impaling yourself over and over again in this game of foreplay, too busy chasing your own high to do anything other than let him do what he pleased.
You could feel the slow build of your orgasm start to grow into something much larger, more earth-shattering. It didn’t feel fair; it didn’t feel right that Dante could do this to you like you were something malleable he could bend into whatever he wanted- that wasn’t who you were. But the way he was able to work you up and then break you down, ripping you to tiny pieces until only your soul was left revealed more about your relationship than anything concretely defined. That tiny ball of pleasure that hummed and throbbed between your hips was starting to overwhelm you, threatening to burst into waves of euphoria that promised to drag you along with it and drown you. But you didn’t want to come this way, not like this.
“Dante,” you panted in warning, not wanting to risk anything by looking back at your friend. Instead, you kept your cheek planted firmly against the ruined mattress while your hips continued the motion of movement. Your knees were starting to burn from the friction. “I’m- I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah?” Dante cooed, adding a third finger with the other two and pressing in deeper, harder, for emphasis. “Feels that good, huh?”
You struggled to find the words to answer his maybe rhetorical question. Instead, the added girth of his third finger sent stars behind your eyes and made you cry out a low pitched noise like an animal that was better off being put down. Your hands scrambled for something to hold on to in an effort to stay grounded but came up with nothing substantial, and settled instead on weakly gripping the quilted mattress top. The material was so old and worn that you could hear your fingernails rip into the frayed fabric. The bliss was so sharp that it almost sent you floating up to heaven, but the twisted situation of unknowing between the two of you made you fall short and land in purgatory instead.
“I said,” Dante pushed his fingers in as deep as he could then stalled. The pressure behind your belly button was so sharp that tears pricked in your eyes. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
You moaned in response, nodding your head as best as you could while still laying horizontal.
Dante repeated the motion of his fingers, pulling them out almost entirely before diving back in to the third knuckle on all three fingers. “What’s that? Can’t hear ya.”
“Yes,” you gasped between moans. “It feels so good.” And it did, truthfully. Although the way he was acting now almost made you wonder if you were being punished for your little disappearing act.
“That’s what I thought.” Dante resumed the pace he’d set earlier. “I remember you came fast the last time too.”
Oh, he most definitely was punishing you.
But the mention of the last encounter between the two of you was enough to tip the scale within you- You were sent head first into a blazing orgasm that had you gasping for breath while the memory of the evening that may have ruined your friendship forever replayed in your mind. Toes curling in your boots, all you could do was ride out the pleasure that Dante bestowed upon you. His name left your lips in a noise caught between a moan and a strangled scream while the shock waves of climax ebbed along your body. Dante’s fingers continued to pump in and out of you all the while, furthering your orgasm and drawing it out.
Eventually, the throbbing stopped and you felt your knees grow exhausted past the point of being able to support the weight of holding you up, and you collapsed entirely on the bed. Your breath left you in deep gasps, making you sputter as you tried to catch up with the head rush of it all. Dante’s fingers slipped out of you in the process. You felt weightless, like the orgasm had hit you with all it had to offer and stolen any ounce of energy still within you. But it wasn’t over yet.
Dante’s large hand rubbed circles into your hip affectionately before guiding you to once again stick your ass into the air, as if you were presenting yourself for him to take. All the fight had been knocked out of you, and the voice of common sense inside you that had been screaming for you to stop was now silent. This all felt so different from the last time, the urgency was still there like before but this time there was an extra element of something deeper and more intense added. Another half moment passed between the two of you before you heard Dante’s pants unzip and you could feel the heat radiating off his bare skin as he dragged his length over the curve of your ass.
Dante leaned over you, planting one hand down on the bed next to you as the other one lined his cock up with your entrance. He stalled momentarily, tapping the head of his dick against your sensitive flesh in an attempt to give you notice for what was coming next. Then he began pushing inside of you, the glide unsurprisingly effortless since you were so wet and beyond ready. The first time you and Dante hooked up, things had been so rushed that when he actually got inside of you, the stretch of getting accommodated to his size had stung badly. The encounter left an ache between your thighs that you felt for the next two days, which only added to the burning sense of shame you felt afterwards. That likely wouldn’t be the case this time. While nothing had changed for Dante, this time you had at least gotten so worked up that you were ready to take him.
Eventually, Dante bottomed out inside of you, his pelvis flush against your ass. You felt so impossibly full that it almost hurt, and you had to keep yourself from squirming away beneath his weight. Dante’s free arm moved to the other side of the bed around you, and it was up to you to keep yourself positioned with your ass in the air as he had already arranged you, a task you were more than up for. He pulled out so that just the tip of his cock was still nestled within you before snapping his hips and burying himself back inside of you. The force behind his thrusts was so powerful that all you could do was take it as you gasped for breath in between moans. You could see the way Dante’s hand clutched the mattress like yours did, could hear the heavy pants that left him from the effort of moving like he was, and it only furthered your pleasure to know that he was feeling at least a fraction of similarity to how you were.
The pace Dante had set was brutal. Almost painful with the way his hipbones kept bashing into the cushion of your ass each time he thrust back into you, like he was intending on being rough enough to bruise you. That thought was further substantiated by the way his cockhead continuously rammed into your cervix, something that normally would’ve been painful enough for you to end the tryst then and there, but the roughness of the entire situation made you all the more desperate for more. Each time he pressed against your cervix, it felt like sparks of electricity were swimming along your nerves and brought you closer to orgasm. It all felt so overwhelmingly good, but also so wrong at the same time. How did you find yourself here again, when you tried so desperately not to have a repeat of the events from last month? Maybe you were a glutton for punishment. You’d certainly be sporting the physical remains of this encounter and your guilt tomorrow.
“Where did you go?” Dante’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “I don’t want you focusing on anything but me.” He dropped onto his elbows, his weight blanketing you but his hips did not let up. If anything, the slight change in position had stars bursting behind your eyelids when you squeezed your eyes shut. The added weight of his body covering against yours made you sink into the mattress even further. The heat that radiated off of his body made you feel even more flush than before, and there wasn’t an inch of your skin not coated in sweat now, whether it was your own or his. It was oddly comforting, like he was the world’s heaviest comforter making you feel strangely secure and small despite the circumstances. But on the other hand, the way you were forced to hold yourself inwards, pulling your elbows close to your body as you were caged against the bed, made it dawn on you that there really wasn’t a way for you to get away now since there was no way you could overpower Dante. Even if you wanted to, which you weren’t so sure you did, at least not beyond the instinctual urge to run away like a prey animal.
The slight shift in position had you reeling from the pleasure, and the urge to wiggle away was overpowering your instinct. Not like you could really get far under Dante’s weight, and the way he held onto you made it clear he didn’t want you going anywhere. The pressure behind each of his thrusts was overwhelming, and he was starting to grow sloppy as the pace he set got away from him. He felt so unbelievably deep inside of you, but when you tried to vocalize anything about how good he was making you feel, all that came out were whimpers and moans. Tears were beginning to blur your vision before running across your face and pooling onto the dirty mattress. Dante was quick to kiss those tears away as he shushed you, pressing his lips from where your eyes were wet along the valley of your cheek before he nuzzled his nose against the skin behind your ear. The closeness of his head against your own only amplified the volume of his groans, the noise so low and gruff that you knew you’d be replaying the memory on repeat later when you were alone.
You could feel the impending orgasm building up inside of you, and it wouldn’t be long before it overtook you completely. All you needed was a bit more attention to get you there. You were going to voice this to Dante, to ask him for something more, but before you could, he was already moving his arm under your body and between your legs. It was like he read your mind and knew what you wanted before you even knew how to verbalize the request. His fingers found your clit easily, and he began rubbing it in a back and forth motion. It was clumsy, but his fingers glided over your skin easily, thanks to how much of your own fluids were dripping from where the two of you were joined. And it was just what you needed too- your body began to grow tense like it was bracing itself for the impact of your imminent climax.
“Fuck, Dante,” you moaned. The sound was high-pitched and sounded foreign to your ears. Part of you couldn’t believe that it was your voice that you heard, let alone the fact that it was Dante who was making you sound like that. “I’m gonna come, I’m so close-”
“Then come,” Dante persuaded, his voice loud in your ear. Each hefty puff of breath that left him was loud and warm against your oversensitive skin. “No one’s stopping you. Hell, I’m encouraging you to.”
“I want you to come with me,” you whined, feeling lost to your desire. There was a desperate urge to what you were asking, and in this moment, you wanted nothing more than to feel Dante finish within you as you came. In some way, you needed the closeness it would bring you both- that connected intimacy that had been lost somewhere since you last saw him. Just the thought alone made you clench around his cock as you keened loudly. It was a primal need, something old and ancient, but you just couldn’t beat it back. All you could do was hope that Dante would give in to the same urge like he had up until now.
It seemed to work. With a loud groan, his thrusts picked up speed as he began truly fucking you with a reckless abandon, not caring about any pain it might have caused you or the old bed below you both. The frame groaned under your combined weight, and the headboard bounced into the wall it rested against with each push of Dante’s hips. It would be a miracle if it made it through this day without falling apart, but that was the least of your concerns. The creaking of the bed did little to drown out the noises you were both making, and briefly you were glad that this was happening in a place where you weren’t at risk of being discovered, unlike the last time.
Every thrust of his hips and circle of his fingers brought you closer to the edge and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you finished now- with or without Dante alongside you. Your fingers sunk further into the mattress to steady yourself, and Dante’s hand that wasn’t currently playing with your clit came to rest on top of it, his fingers lacing with your own right in front of your eyes. That was enough to get you there, and you came with a loud, long cry of Dante’s name. Your entire body tensed up before releasing as you felt like you were dissolving into a puddle of pure ecstasy. Static erupted in your brain, making your entire body feel fuzzy in relief and you were mildly aware of the way your pussy clamped and released around Dante.
Feeling you come around him seemed to be the final thing Dante needed to finish too, as his hips continued to drill into you, speeding up as he began to reach his end. His hand squeezed yours tightly, so much that it was almost painful. “I…” he started before tapering off in a moan. He tried again, but the sentence went nowhere once more. The continuous thrusting only drew out your orgasm, making your hips feel sore as he continued. Then finally, he thrust into you as deep as he could until his body was entirely flush against your own, like he was trying to reach your heart with his cock. With a loud cry of your name, he came with a shudder that shook you as well. His hips continued pulsing, sputtering with each gush of cum he emptied into you. It was a warm, sticky sensation, and now that it was all over, you couldn’t help but curse yourself for once again forgoing any form of protection between the two of you.
After Dante’s hips stilled, he collapsed even further on top of you with a groan, causing you both to lay flat against the mattress now. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, and you swore you could feel Dante’s matching the rhythm against your back. A hazy silence fell over the room as you both caught up with your breathing. Your eyelids were feeling even heavier than before, but you didn’t close them. Instead, the despair of the situation began to set in once more, restarting the anxious guilt spiral you had spent the last month in. You fucked up again, you realized with a sick twist in your guts. Once again you found yourself in this situation in which there was no fixing.
The room began to be painted with a pink and orange hue, no doubt from the sunset that was beginning to peek through the broken window. You’d spent more time here than you realized. No matter how much you thought, you just couldn’t come up with the correct words to say to get out of this situation. Dante was still on top of you and inside of you, but most of all, unwilling to break the spell over the room that you had unwittingly cast over a month ago. Yet despite that, you started squirming, feeling suddenly claustrophobic.
“Hmm?” Dante hummed, voice still thick with a post orgasm haze. “What’s up, babe?”
The pet name made something miserable inside of you twinge with remorse. “Let me up.”
Dante did as you commanded and rolled off of you as best as he could on the twin bed. You hopped up off the bed, feeling your joints crack from the relief of finally being able to stretch after being cooped up in an awkward position for so long. When you stood up, you felt a dribble of his still warm cum trickle down your thigh.
You searched the room for where your clothes had been discarded before realizing with another pang to your heart that they’d been left next to the corpses of the two Kyklops demons. Moving quickly, you raised your underwear and shorts over your legs before picking up your gun once more. There was a soreness between your legs you’d been expecting, and you’d have to deal with the clean up once you got home but that was fine with you. You just wanted to get out of here.
Dante shifted on the bed behind you. “You leaving already?”
“Yeah.” You didn’t know what else to say. “Gotta go collect my payment for this job.”
“You want some company?” The sound of Dante getting off the bed before rustling with his own clothes hit your ears.
“Nah,” you shook your head without turning to look at him.
He didn’t respond right away, but you could feel the heavy sensation of his gaze upon your skin. Maybe he was sizing you up, trying to determine what he did wrong in the short period of time post-sex. But the truth was, he did nothing wrong. This was all you.
“I’ll see you soon, right?” The hopefulness was clear in his voice, and it pained you.
You swung back around, taking a look at Dante as he stood in front of the bed you had just both ruined your friendship again on. His beautiful face still bore the lingering smear of your blood on it, and you were sure you equally looked like a mess. Yet there was something about seeing your blood on his face that made your body thrum again, coming back to life like what you imagined a demon marking its mate might feel like- although the situations were not alike enough to be comparable. You caught a glimpse of the wounded expression he wore before his face hardened up again and he hid his emotions, something he was good at. It hurt your heart to know you were the cause of that pained expression, but it hurt more to think about what could never be between you.
There was no room for love in this world like yours, one filled with near death experiences and demon hunting. No, the best, most loving thing you could do for Dante would be to not chain him down, leave room to endanger his life or the lives of others, or worse. Maybe the closest thing you’d ever get to happily ever after would only exist below the waist, but even then it still would not be enough to truly satisfy you. This could never happen again, you would never let it happen again, despite how badly that resolution made your stomach twist sourly and your heart felt like it was breaking.
You knew that all things in life had a start and a finish- even friendships. You could think of the day you first considered Dante as your friend, the date plastered in your mind like a half engraved tombstone. It never occurred to you that today would’ve been the other half of that engraving.
“Yeah,” you lied as you gulped down your feelings. “I’ll see you soon.”
As soon as the words left your lips, you turned tail and ran to the door, leaving Dante, your best friend, ex-friend, lover, in your dust to pick up the pieces of your broken friendship.