Devil May Cry (Dante/Nevan)
Oct. 18th, 2007 11:11 pmTITLE: Grief and Lust
AUTHOR: Nyx Midnight
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: 2 of 2
FANDOM: Devil May Cry
TYPE: Het
PAIRING: Dante/Nevan
DISCLAIMERS: Capcom owns it all.
FEEDBACK: Yes please! Critiques welcomed.
SPOILERS: DMC3 ending
THANKS:wolfsbride
PROMPT: Devil May Cry, Nevan/Dante: lust, possibly affection (but not love), shortly after DMC3 - “You miss him, don’t you? Let me cheer you up.”
NOTE: This fic is a direct continuation of a post-DMC3 Ending fanfiction I wrote last year, called Grief and Devotion (Agni/Dante/Rudra, NC-17). It takes place the morning after the events of that fic; if you don't want to read it, you just need to know Agni and Rudra had sex with Dante then went to bed with him.
And now, on with the show!
Grief and Lust
It took a moment for Dante's exhausted brain to register that he was not breathing as well as a few minutes ago. It took another moment still for his brain to generate the most appropriate answer, given last night's event. "Agnigetoff," he mumbled. Whatever was on him was actually not quite hot enough to be Agni, but it wasn't the frigorific Rudra, that much was certain.
Giggles rose in the darkened bedroom, soft and... feminine. "Good morning to you too, sugar."
Dante opened a red-rimmed eye and groaned. "I swear to God I'm gonna put the mother of all locks on that closet..."
Nevan laughed again and nearly smushed her breasts in Dante's face as she lay on top of him. "But then how would you enjoy my deliciously unexpected company?"
Rubbing his face and hair with one hand, Dante looked around the room, groaning in annoyance. The sword brothers were not in bed with him anymore. "Where're the two other morons?"
"Oh, I told them I would take care of you," she said with a smile that explain more eloquently than words exactly what she means by "care".
"Figures," Dante blurted out in a sigh. Last night he desperately needed a fuck, and Agni and Rudra had fulfilled him, more than he needed, even, so he didn't have the urge devouring his guts anymore. Right now he just felt... alone, again.
"I saw what they did to you last night," she continued in a sultry voice, her hands caressing his hair and shoulders almost soothingly. "It was *hot*... though sadly completely devoid of finesse."
That made Dante grin slightly. "Yeah, you'd think that. Sometimes finesse is overrated."
Nevan's hands were suddenly cupping his face, caressing his pristine hair, his smooth cheeks, her thumbs gently wiping his long-dry eyes. "But sometimes it isn't..." She leaned in and delicately kissed his throat. "Hm, sweet cheeks... you miss him don't you? Don't worry. I'll cheer you up even better than they did."
Dante closed his eyes with a sigh. Already, Nevan was pressing her pelvis against his. "No dirty succubus tricks, *dear*."
Nevan flashed him her most innocent smile, though her teeth were still too many and too white.
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Date: 2007-10-19 11:00 am (UTC)This was perfect, Nevan was sweetly seductive and aggressively determined at the same time, and Dante was so "I'm rough so you'll want to shag me smooth" sexy. A match made in the hottest circe of hell :D
It was *hot*
I always knew Nevan was a fellow yaoi fangirl ^_^
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Date: 2007-10-19 11:38 am (UTC)I think Dante x Nevan is my new het OTP. ^_^
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Date: 2007-10-19 09:31 pm (UTC)Glad you love it so much :D Nevan is really fun to write.
You just know Nevan can definitely spot a hot fuck when she sees one, regardless of gender combination(s). And any combination with Dante in it is hot by default :D
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Date: 2007-10-19 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-20 07:14 am (UTC)That first line still kills me dead with the giggles. But the rest of it is still so damned fabulous; Nevan's commenting on it being hot, the way she's not *quite* tender and sympathetic but there's something there that says she likes him, it's.... mmm. It's a very, very delish characterisation of Nevan, and I like it.
Also; *pets Dante* :(
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Date: 2007-10-20 08:17 pm (UTC)Poor broken Dante D: he didn't had it easy this Springkink.