The Couch Is Mine: Yaoi DxN

The Couch Is Mine: Yaoi DxN

"You've got ten seconds to get up off that couch and move it in gear, kid. Fortuna is supposedly swarming with demons of high ranks; and Rebellion hasn't had a good workout in a while and both of my puppies are locked and loaded for action."

When Dante had spoken of said items, he patted his thighs and rubbed Ebony with a beaming smile on his lips. Nero had taken a quick eye closer after cleaning both Red Queen and disassembling Blue Rose to clean her parts. He opened one eye, catching a glimpse of the red clad hero, then rolled it with a close.

"Mmhnn...," he grumbled. "To tell the truth... and for your information, when was the last time I got a good workout with those Scarecrows? You know as well as I do that every mission we have had to journey from your shop to somewhere else has been an utter disappointment to both of us. Give me a break."

"Every demon counts, kid. You know that better than the various parts of your body. It'd be a shame to not go out there, take a look around, and kick some ass just for the hell of it all. And... hey!"

Nero's eye opened just a tad looking at the olders belt buckle.

"Normally I like to run my mouth, but I hate it when someone doesn't talk back or listen. Ya' hear?"

"Perfectly," mumbled Nero.

The youngster was trying every bit of his patience... trying to act like he was the alpha in the shop that was paid for in his pockets, the food he ate, the toilet he used, the showers he took. All of these were taken granted of, and not a single thanks for any of it.

Speaking of the little devil, he yawned with a stretch and lain on his belly with his face in the pillow and one arm slung off the side to the floor. A sigh escaped him.

"I didn't buy a couch for you to lay in it; I bought it for me to lie in so my ass could sleep comfortably, not a chair and desk."

The youngster faked a snore and mumbled something as if in sleep. "Boring," was something he mumbled in that sentence.

Dante’s string was about the width of a piece of spider web string, and as weak as one too.

He turned his back to him with fist balled tightly and jaw clenched in set. He swore a vein was showing on his hand as his knuckles turned white.

"Take a breather Dante, don't let him get to you," he said in the lowest voice. "He's just a kid... nothing more even with that arm of his.

He took a few moments to stand there with fist in ball, however, taking a more relaxed stance with weight on one leg. A deep breath came in, slow and tense, held it for a few minutes as it captured his anger, then letting all of it escape into it and out with fast and relaxed tone.

"One, two. Three, four. Keep it simple, keep it cool. Simple, and cool."

He ran a hand through his hair and put the other on his hip, turning around. The youngsters’ breathing was steady and soft.

That was a deadly sign for the older male.

Dante casually strode over to him, unsheathing Rebellion to place it on his desk flat, then standing like a tower over the sleeping figure.

"Never leave your guard down or you might end up getting what you didn't ask for."

He turned a perfect right face and plummeted down onto Nero, causing the youngster's voice to escape him. Dante swore he heard a pop and a few crackles as he rested both arms on the couch's rim.

"This feels better than my old couch. Nice, but a few springs could be removed," he said sarcastically as if in thought. "Might need some new wood too… that splintering sounds bad."

"That was my back you smartass!" he said, muffled by the depths of the pillow.

Dante made no mind of him and resituated himself as if in not in a comfortable position. His twists and turns on the youngster's back started to give Nero a feeling of carpet burn as his layering of clothing rubbed against one another on his.

"Can't seem to get situated though. Might have to knead out the lumps."

"If you touch me I swear to the high holy priest above..."

He hoisted his legs onto the couch and set them on both sides of Nero's back. Both heels grinded and twisted in their place.

"Keeeahh," he muttered in agony. "Quit that!"

"Oh look at that. No wonder it's so lumpy… there's a jacket and a shirt on here."

As Dante's hand grabbed hold of Nero's jacket holster, a demonic hand was straining to reach back, but simply couldn't reach back far enough to grab hold of the elders arm. Seeing it, he'd grasped it and placed it under his boot into the stuffing of the couch, then proceeded to remove the blue coat with some trouble. Another hand came up and he pinned it to the ground with his other boot.

"Toss this aside," he said, throwing the jacket to the side of him. "And now for the hoodie."

Nero wasn't liking this one bit. A warm hand reached underneath him and undid the zipper, pulling it off easily as he controlled both arms and slipped it through. Another warm hand was placed on his back and he heard a whistle.

"Yeah you dumbshit, those were done by you."

His bare back exposed two red marks where his boots dug into the skin along with burns his clothes made.

"Seems like I'll have to fix those eh, kid?"

He popped his fingers and rolled his shoulders as he removed his gloves. The youngster shifted beneath him, but settled once he began to push and massage the red spots on his skin with hot, calloused hands. His thumbs moved in circular motions on the red spots as he jammed them in place, digging into the tissue. Nero twitched slightly as he did so, showing some signs of discomfort along the way.

Dante moved his hands, working his way up to the shoulder blades as he did so, putting every effort into it.

"Kh- h- h... ah mmmm. Higher."

"What was that?" he asked in a whispery tone. "Can't hear you with that face in a pillow."

"Higher! Don't st- op."

"Oh, so you're enjoying this?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Shut up," he grumbled, turning his head to the side. His cheeks were scarlet colored.

Dante shrugged and went to massaging both shoulders for some time, then went to the base of his spine with the heel of his hand, moving it up and down; pressing hard onto him. A few minutes of that and the youngster had settled down completely beneath him into heaven.

"I must say you're pretty good at this," muttered Nero.

Dante stood up on the floor, taking his feet off the youngster's hands, then went to stretch out all of the aching muscles.

"I'll be back, kid. Gotta go do something."

Once the red clad hero went into the restroom, he stayed in there for what seemed like forever. Usually he was back out in five or six minutes with a brush in hand.

'Always the image...' thought Nero.

Nero situated himself by getting on his back with the drowsed look on his face; one hand was on his belly with the other tangled in his hair. He had one leg up and the other down.

Despite the pose he was in, several things went on that made him wonder. Nero had no clue what just went on before he left. His stomach was aflutter and the room had gotten slightly warmer. His thoughts were jumbled with absurd pictures, but found them quite tasteful in some sick and twisted way. The other thing that hit him was that he slightly enjoyed being touched with those warm hands. He practically melted into them.

It was so strange with all of these emotions running wild inside of him.

The bathroom door opened and Nero had noticed both Ebony and Ivory were missing from their holsters. Dante had also discarded his coat from his shoulders and the boots from his feet.

"I thought you were leaving?"

"Naw, kid. They can wait."

“Wait for what?”

He went over to the door, locking it and pulling the curtains over the windows.

"Kh, what's the meaning of this may I ask?"

"I'm not in the mood for any clients," Dante replied.

He came over to Nero's side, gazing at him. Those piercing eyes sent a quiver down the youngster's spine as Dante had this look of, something, there. He didn't understand why his heart raced now, or the feeling in the pit of his stomach... or why they were getting closer together. Or why both noses were inches away.

"Your breath is shaky," muttered Dante. "That's the first time I've heard it that way.

"I don't know why. It's just like..."

Their lips met and now Nero did have a reason as to why his heart was racing.

"Do I truly love him? What's going on and why are we kissing like this?!"

A hidden passion rose deep from inside of him and he locked onto those lips. Butterflies fluttered around in his stomach and a strange sensation gripped his insides. He intensified the kiss, while a hand ran under the leg that was up. Two arms gripped around the elder's neck, pulling him in closer. It moved up his thigh, then down to his backside, grabbing it with a quick and hard jerk.

He gasped and a tongue entered into his mouth, exploring the contents it held for him to touch and feel. Two seconds passed before both were in a flurry of a make out scene, both were gasping for air while still kissing. Their tongues danced inside each others’ mouth.

Soon the youngster was lifted up and taken upstairs to his bedroom where Dante closed the door with his foot and locked it with a turn of his toes.

He dropped Nero on the bed while still lip locking and lain on top of him, both hands still on his backside. He pulled him closer to his hips, straddling with them. He reached down, unzipping his lovers’ pants, then grabbed hold of the inner thigh which made the younger gasp for more breath along with a lusty moan.

Once he wrapped his hand inside that thigh, he broke free from his kiss and went down to his neck, quickly biting and sucking on the junction where neck met shoulder. Pain gripped at his partner, causing him to give a sexy yelp.

"Nhnnn... th- th- that hurts."

"Hush, kid," he said inbetween sucking.

Their body heat rose as now Dante had to strip off his shirt to get cooler. He removed the others pants and cleanly undid the underwear in a jerk. Once finished, his head moved down to the perked nipple, giving it a bite also, drawing blood. His partner replied in shaky moans, giving a cry in the process.

One hand went inside his pants and the other moved in the same direction towards Nero's manhood. He groped it and stroked with a teasing tickle that made him chuckle and go ever so slightly hard. The hand grabbed his, but released when he suckled on the other nipple which teased him ever so badly. Cries of lust hit his ears and he hushed the younger with a finger on his lips to get quieter.

He stroked and caressed slowly, feeling as the blood began pumping into the desired area. His hand moved to the head and felt it as it became stiffer to the touch. Now the stroking and pumping became quicker.

A whimper escaped his host as pressure built up inside of him. He could see the lights of heaven in the corners of his eyes already. His daze and confuse kept him from going over the edge, coming into Dante's hand at that moment. He couldn't stand all this being kept up inside of him. He wanted it to end with all this tease going on. It was too much!

The mouth moved its way below to his stomach where kisses and sucks lined it all the way down as he came to the white hairs that smelled its special scent that was just him. He swirled his tongue there, getting the pumping to a stop. Nero panted with scarlet cheeks, looking down at him without moving his head in his direction.

"Quit p-p-p- playing! I can't handle it!" he cried aloud.

"We're eager aren't we?"

He situated himself before his lover, now taking the erection into his mouth. The younger gasped, feeling the elder give him pleasure as his tongue swirled under and around the manhood. He took nips and bit here and there, making more pressure build up and making him moan louder with every moment. The older male knew he was seconds away, so he had to do something quickly.

He took all of it in, sucking harder on the flesh. His teeth scraped across it, then nipped at the head which resulted in white cum pouring into his mouth and hips pushing further into his throat.

After swallowing the white substance, he let go and went to work on his pants, flinging them off. The younger had no idea what was coming next.

"Now that appetizers out of the way, we're ready for the main course!"

Main what- t- t- t- t?" stuttered the younger.

He hoisted his partners’ legs up and tucked them in the crook of his arms. Nero spotted the already grown erection, not believing the size of it.

"Kh, what's going on, AH!"

His partner shoved in two fingers, then slid it out slowly. Nero grabbed the sheets with a death wish and yelped in agony.

"Stop tensing up and relax, kid!"

"I can't with you sh- sh- sh- shoving two fingers up there!"

"Yes you can."

He shoved three in, steadily preparing his mate, then four for safe measures. Gradually the tenseness had decreased, but not all the way. He saw a sparkle of tears in his partner's eyes, something he thought he would never see him do.

"Hold those tears back, kid. There's no need for them."

"It hurts!" he cried.

"Well, it's about to hurt worse."

With everything ready and in place, he stuck the head into the prepared hole and grasped his lovers’ lips with his own to hold back the scream he got next. The air filled his lungs as he took it in, stopping till the scream subsided to shaky gasps. He released his lips to look into teary eyes.

"Does... it hurt... that much?"

Nero had seemed to of lost his voice and nodded weakly. He mouthed 'burning' before grabbing onto Dante's bottom lip, whimpering. He made the youngster let go, somehow.

"We'll be here all day till you quit complaining about it like the kid you are."

"Kh," he sighed as if finding some strength, "get this over with. I'll show you I'm not a kid so you will quit calling me that."

"Whatever you say, kid."

He pressed in farther and Nero clutched the bed, his back arching that instant. He did it again and soon he could feel him bucking with the motion; gasping, moaning, and calling out the elders name with every closer press.

His cries started to become pants as sweat rolled off his body and mingled with Dante's, but turned back when he started to hit that sweet spot. Both of them felt the pressure coming and building with every thrust he made. That was a sign he was starting to enjoy the experience, his pain melting away as the thrusting quickened every step of the way.

The bed shook and lights flashed in the corners of his eyes again, until finally he could almost taste the purest moment coming to wake.

Dante's energy was decreasing and he felt he could collapse any moment now. Two arms wrapped around his neck, as if urging him on. He mustered some strength from the pit of his body, pushing further into the younger.

Another thrust and that was it. Nero mewled as the elders’ seed spilled into him and the other spilled on them, covering their bellies and chest. He scooped up the substance and fed it to his lover who sucked on his fingers delicately.

Dante dropped ontop of Nero with heavy pants, arms still around him as if for life. Both of them laid there for a long time.

"You can let go now," he said.

There was silence. He looked up to the 'kid', noticing he was unconscious.

He sighed, then pried those arms from around his neck, noticing something different about Nero's Devil Bringer. It was pulsating like a second heart. The kid was knocked out but the arm lived like a second body, till only seconds later did it finally burn out and stop glowing entirely.

With a heave, he pulled the covers up and over both of them, placing himself beside Nero. He gripped his partner, pulling him closer to his side. The youngster put his head on the elder's chest with a curled fist, getting in the fetal position.

Dante chuckled, "I always knew you were a kid inside, just like me."

The other didn't answer but with a twitch of the brow.

"Well, sweet dreams... Nero."

As his eyes closed, memories of his fallen brother raced through his mind and he had fallen asleep in a matter of an hour. It was seconds before both were now outcold, dreaming heavily of the events that had happened that night.