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Nero had promised to take Dante on another date, and they have Nero’s new claim to celebrate too, so he invites him out for pizza and people watching in the city. They’re sat on a bench at a bustling plaza and are enjoying the atmosphere while they eat.
It’s kinda fun to just watch people walk past, see what they’re up to, imagine what their lives are like. So many interesting and unique details about each individual, when you take the time to look. Sometimes it’s what people have with them or on them that catches the eye. Sometimes it’s how someone moves or talks. Sometimes it’s the interactions between several people that keep you entertained.
Nero knows that Dante is really enjoying this, much more than him, which makes it more fun for him in turn. He isn’t sure why his uncle likes it so much, but Nero can see Dante’s eyes sparkling every once in a while, when he gets particularly transfixed on watching someone. Nero has to chuckle at the sight.
He also really enjoys Dante’s warmth right next to him. Feels like basking in the sun.
Between stuffing their mouths full and enjoying comfortable silence together, they’re discussing Nero’s new claim as the cause for their celebration.
“Really happy for you, kid. Looks real pretty on you,” Dante says, raising a pizza slice in his direction.
Nero feels bashful.
Vergil had given his claiming bite right on the side of his throat and the scar is still visible, lingering for a couple of days, like Dante’s had, before it fades and only they will be able to tell where it is. And while Nero agrees that it looks nice, that people can see it so well does make him feel a little shy, even if he doesn’t want to hide it.
“Thanks,” he says.
“’S just like him tho, the possessive ass. Marking you right there. But you like it, huh?”
“I guess. I mean, I don’t mind if people see it. Something to be proud of, right?”
“Sure,” Dante agrees, nodding sagely. “So what’d your little Miss say about it?”
“Kyrie is really happy for me. She helped so much, you know? Been cheering me on all this time. She’s excited that it worked out.”
Dante hums. “It's nice that she’s so supportive. What a woman,” he says. His tone sounds distantly impressed and perhaps even mildly intimidated. Nero has to smile. He’s glad that Dante appreciates how amazing Kyrie is.
“I know, right?”
“How’d you get so lucky? The women in my life are all so cruel,” Dante whines playfully.
Nero chuckles. “I think you let them be that way to you though.”
Dante makes a disgruntled sound, but doesn’t argue.
“I really am lucky though,” Nero agrees thoughtfully after a moment. “Kyrie, Nico, you and Vergil, my kiddos… even your friends treat me like family.”
Dante turns to him and his eyes crinkle with a warm and fond smile. “You deserve it, kid. You rock.”
Nero blinks and stares at him for a second, surprised by the genuine compliment, before he smiles back. “Thanks, Dante. But so do you. You deserve people telling you that more often.” He playfully nudges the side of Dante’s ribs with his elbow.
“Oh yeah? Feel free to compliment me all you want,” Dante says, pushing his chest out, ready to preen under expected praise.
“Ahh… now that I think about it. All good things in moderation, right? Don’t wanna inflate your ego,” Nero grins.
Dante deflates, though he’s grinning too. Taking the teasing in stride.
They continue eating their pizza in more comfortable silence for a while, until eventually Dante speaks up again, mumbling around the last of his food, staring into the middle distance. He sounds pretty somber all of a sudden. “Vergil looks so happy these days.”
Nero gives him a sideways glance, unsure how the tone and the message are supposed to fit together. Vergil being happy is a good thing, no?
“Yeah?” Nero prompts.
Dante faintly nods. “Haven’t seen him smile this much in… ever…”
Nero hums a contemplative sound.
“…I love his smiles,” Dante continues. “I wish I could have seen more of them…”
Nero doesn’t know why Dante is in such a… melancholic mood all of a sudden. The past tense of his sentence doesn’t sit right with him. “Well, it’s good that he smiles more these days, right?”
“Yeah… And that’s all you, kid. I’m glad… of course, but…” Dante says.
“What?” Nero asks gently. Dante sounds so sad… Why?
It takes a while before his uncle responds. “You’re what makes him so happy. It wouldn’t be like this without you…”
Nero wants to enjoy the compliment and approval, but something about all of what Dante is saying feels terribly wrong. Nero frowns and turns to fully face his uncle, searching his face. Dante keeps staring off into the distance. He sounds like he’s not really there with him.
“Sometimes I don’t know how to feel about the fact that I was never enough for him. He didn’t stick around for me, but he does for you,” Dante says.
Fuck… Is that… true?
“No, Dante,” Nero says—needing to reject the negativity by reflex—and rests a hand against his uncle’s arm, trying to exude comfort. “I’m pretty sure Vergil wouldn’t even be here without you. He’d be dead in a ditch, or out there, somehow ending the world. He would never even have looked at me, if not for you.” Of that, Nero is pretty certain.
Dante flinches at his words. He looks hurt. Slowly, he drags his eyes over to meet Nero’s gaze, but he doesn’t reply. That was maybe the wrong thing to say, Nero thinks and grimaces.
“Sorry…” he says. “I don’t… know all of your history, but I’m sure you must mean a lot to him… Maybe you should talk to him about this?” he suggests, trying to salvage the moment.
“Talk to him,” Dante mumbles. “Right…”
Nero’s frown deepens. Yeah, that’s… Nero himself has had plenty of difficulty with aiming for productive dialogue with his father, so this simple advice is perhaps a little… unhelpful.
“I don’t know what it’s like between you guys, but he’ll listen to your worries, right? If you tell him what’s on your mind?” Nero amends his suggestion.
“Probably?” Dante says noncommittally.
Nero considers him. His uncle looks so… adrift, somehow. It doesn’t suit him at all.
“I don’t like you being so down on yourself, Dante. You literally saved humanity several times over. None of us would be where we are without you. You know that, right?” Nero insists.
Dante gives him a tired smile and sighs, before he responds, “Sorry, kid. Don’t know where that even came from. Didn’t mean to rain on your parade.”
“No, that’s okay. Vergil is your twin and your partner first, right?” Nero wonders aloud. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like you’re playing second fiddle… I guess I never thought about how I would be messing with what you guys have by involving myself…”
“Hey, I told you to go ahead with it. All of us wanted this,” Dante says, sounding tired. “It’s just, I guess I didn’t think about it either…”
Nero hums and rubs his hand along Dante’s arm encouragingly. “You know I don’t mean to take him away from you at all. We can share, right?”
“Of course,” Dante agrees. “…And I’m grateful… that you make him so happy. That’s the point I was trying to make. Sorry again.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Nero repeats. “I’m glad, too. Dad’s nicer to you when he’s happy, right? You deserve his best.”
“Nice of you to think so,” Dante says. He looks more present again, but his smile is still tainted with weariness and Nero really wants to help fix it.
“I’ll tell him to treat you better. Kinda trusted you two to figure it out yourselves, but if you want me to, I’ll absolutely get involved,” he promises.
Dante barks a small laugh, and it even reaches his eyes for a moment, before he tells him, “That’s sweet of you, but nah. You’re right… I’ll talk to him. Thanks for offering, though.”
“Of course,” Nero says. He hates to see Dante doubting himself or his relationships. If Nero can help in any way at all, he absolutely will.
With his usual kind smile back on his face, Dante leans over to ruffle through Nero’s hair. Like the heavy moment never existed in the first place. Grinning, he says, “And that’s why you’re everyone’s favorite. Wanna keep you all to myself, you know that?”
Nero can’t suppress a chuckle under his uncle’s hands and feels his face warming. “Yeah?”
“Sure. When we’re done here, maybe I can borrow you for a bit?” Dante asks suggestively.
“Sounds good to me,” Nero agrees and he lets himself fall against Dante’s shoulder, taking in his comforting warmth and hopefully providing his own in return.
Whatever mood had befallen Dante earlier doesn’t return and Nero’s worries disappear rather easily when Dante’s hunger for him is suddenly all the both of them have capacity for.
They’re making out in Dante’s bed, half naked and covering each other in hickeys, when something springs to Nero’s mind that he has been wanting to ask. He leans away a little bit and looks down at where his uncle is sucking another bruise into his chest. Nero cards his fingers through his uncle’s long mane, pushing the strands out of his face. “Hey, Dante? Remember the day Vergil made that fancy ass dinner a while ago? When you and I were doing the dishes afterwards, you said something to me… Are you ever gonna tell me what that was about?”
Dante’s eyes go wide for a second as he lifts his head off of Nero’s torso, then his expression settles into a dark and hungry smirk. “You remember that?”
Nero nervously looks off to the side. “Was hard to forget, yeah.” He remembers the moment quite clearly, actually. “I’d breed you full of pups, if I could,” Dante had mumbled under his breath and in response Nero had forgotten how to breathe. He’s still not sure what Dante had meant, but he kind of wants to find out.
“In that case. Yeah, baby. I’ll tell you all about it.” Dante plants his hands next to Nero’s shoulders and lifts himself up to hover above him, bracketing him in, crowding him against the bed. “Listen closely, then,” he says and Nero feels an exciting heat build around him. Dante’s voice is dark and dangerous and his eyes are sharply fixed on him as he speaks. “I think it’s hot that you’re gonna give us more kids. You make such a nice family center-piece, you know? Would love to help with that. Breed you nice and full. Make you a pretty little nest and keep you there. Don’t need to worry about nothing but taking me, over and over, and raising the kids. Would you like that, hm?”
“Holy shit,” Nero breathes out quietly. That’s… a new one.
He finds himself laying prey-still underneath Dante smug smile. The fantasy certainly sounds… interesting. Nero feels his dick twitching. Maybe that’s just the intensity with which Dante is crowding him, but maybe it’s that Nero can sort of see the appeal. Being made to take Dante and being kept like beloved property… Nero would like that, yeah.
A different thought presents itself with a little more urgency then, and he really ought to address that first. “I, uh… I can’t actually… make kids with you… right?” Nero asks anxiously. If there’s still more demon bullshit he is unaware of, he would really like to know.
Dante huffs a laugh and drops his head. “Nah, sadly not. Don’t gotta ruin my fantasy though,” he mumbles.
“Oh… sorry,” Nero says, but he’s relieved. He wants to be a dad, but maybe not like that.
Dante recovers and picks his head back up to smile at him. “So? Would you let me? Let me make you my pretty little nest babe, hm? I’d treat you real good. You’ll want for nothing but more of my cock. You’d look so pretty, full of my pups…” and Dante looks down at Nero’s stomach like he’s imagining it. Nero’s eyes go wide. Nervous and excited energy vibrates under his skin.
He certainly likes the intensity with which Dante is painting this fantasy and wants to keep that going. “Uh huh. So… I don’t gotta do anything but let you breed me?”
Dante growls appreciatively. “Fuck yeah, baby. You can just relax and take me. I know you take me so well.”
Nero moans a little. “Yeah. I like it when you pump me full,” he encourages.
A fire burns brightly in Dante’s eyes. “Oh, you’ll get a lot of that. I’ll fill you over and over and over. Make you drown in my cum.”
Nero’s breath hitches. “Fuck, daddy,” he curses passionately.
They both freeze.
...
“What?” Dante asks quietly.
Nero is mortified. “Uh… sorry. I guess that doesn’t make any sense. I didn’t mean—”
“No, no. That’s hot, actually. Keep going,” Dante insists, staring at him blankly.
“Wait. What?”
“Yeah, baby,” Dante says, getting back into it. “I can be your daddy. I’ll take good care of you. Your actual dad can be the proper parent, but I’ll be your fun and sexy daddy who fucks you nice and deep, and breeds you full whenever you need it. Your baby daddy? How’s that sound?” He smirks at him.
“Fuck, Dante…” Nero feels like his face is on fire and his body is turning into pudding. How does any of it even makes sense? It doesn’t. But god, is it ridiculous and also hot for some reason.
“Yeah?” Dante asks, looking pleased with how Nero seems to be melting.
“C’mon. Fuck me already, daddy,” Nero says with a coy grin, grasping for Dante’s shoulders.
And so Dante befalls him to take and breed him proper.
Nero can’t believe this is what their relationship has come to… Though, he supposes that Dante has been calling him “kid” since he’s known him and “baby” since they started fucking. Of course Nero thinks of Dante in that way… Something about Dante’s warmth, his charisma, and his mentor position to Nero that just makes the nickname fit—and it is a title and a nickname, much more than it is a relationship tag, to him.
…Nico is so going to laugh at him if she ever gets wind of this…
Distantly, Nero wonders why this manifested with Dante and not his actual dad. Oddly, it just feels more correct this way. Vergil is “father” when it’s a dominance or respect thing, and “dad” when it’s a family or affection thing. But Dante is “daddy” to him in an affection and kink way, he feels. Somehow, that just makes sense to him. Probably to no one else, but that’s nobody’s business but theirs, right? Fuck it.
Nero gets an absolute kick out of moaning “Harder, daddy,” like he’s in some kind of porn movie. To the hells with logic. If they both get their rocks off to it, that’s all that matters, right?
And Dante fucks him like a porn star, too. He’s hammering into Nero with urgency, has Nero’s knees hiked up to fuck him deeper and keeps growling sweet things at him. “I’m gonna make you such a nice nest. Breed you nice and full. Keep you there until it takes. Over and over. Make you mine and mine alone.”
Nero moans wildly, delights in letting loose with his sounds, excited by Dante’s threats and promises. “Yeah, daddy. More. More,” he begs.
“You’re so needy, baby. Don’t you worry. You’ll beg me to stop soon enough.”
And Nero comes from that threat.
The first of many orgasms in that session.
Dante keeps plowing into him throughout all of it, never slowing down. He only ever adjusts his pace to push his cum deeper during his orgasms, burying his seed as deep into Nero as it will go. The sensation of it is making them both loose their minds. Nero feels like his body is turning into nothing but a cum dumpster and he fucking loves it. Keeps spurring Dante on with his own fantasies. “Yes, fill me, break me. Yours. Fuck me. I’m yours.”
Eventually, they both loose their capacity for coherent speech. Nero is merely babbling words at him, riding the mindless joy of cock-crazy ecstasy, while Dante hasn’t stopped growling in what feels like hours. He bites Nero whenever there’s a good angle to do so and kisses him with blood on his teeth, and Nero comes from that too.
By the end of it, Nero really does feel full. Cum is leaking out of his hole around Dante’s finally softening cock, and they’re both sweaty and exhausted.
Panting, slowly regaining breath and common sense, Dante groans into his skin, “I fucking love you, kid.” He pushes his face against Nero’s shoulder like he means to climb into him. “You’re amazing. Absolute dream come true. How do I pay you back? What do you want? A bike? A puppy? Fuck, I’d steal a pony for you,” he mumbles deliriously.
Nero laughs. “You’re saying all that like I didn’t just come more times than I can count.”
“Well, yeah,” Dante huffs. “You deserve it.”
Nero continues to chuckle. “I had a great time. Love you too. But I’ll take repayment in kisses,” he offers.
“Oh absolutely. Whatever you want. Until I can’t breathe,” Dante promises and dives for his mouth.