Kung Fu Action Theater

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, Dante, or Lady. They belong to Capcom.

This story is rated M for some violence and language, but mainly very naughty, graphic lemon. You have been warned! Do not read if this kind of thing offends you.

Chapter 2-A movie and...dinner?


It was another rather dark afternoon; the weather had been rather bad as of late. But Dante was in good spirits nonetheless, as was Lady. They reached the theater, which was decidedly empty. There were a few people about...some teenagers, some couples, and a few others, but Kung Fu Action Theater was obviously something that wasn't terribly popular.

''What prompted this, babe?''

''I just wanted to go out with you. It's nice once in awhile, you know?''

It wasn't a lie; she did like to go out with him. She had done a good job, too, in not letting him on to the fact she was planning something else on this date.

''Food?'' he looked at the snack stand. It was sort of a sad affair, as this movie theater was one of the older and more run-down ones.

''Of course.'' Dante ate like a horse, she was well aware of this already.

They got settled in, choosing to sit more in the middle of the medium-sized theater, next to the wall. There were maybe all of ten people there. Good. Just enough, but not too many. Dante had immediately started to chow down on whatever junk food he had stocked up on, loudly slurping at a soda. No one seemed to pay any mind. Lady took a few things, but she wasn't terribly hungry, her eating more like a normal human. Dante paused a couple of times to nibble at her neck as well, as she kind of expected that he would. He finally dumped the stuff into the seat next to him and pulled her close to him.

''I gotta say, it's nice and dark in here, babe.'' He grinned.

''It's a movie theater, Commander Obvious. They usually are.'' She tickled him under the chin, though. He had slipped out of his coat-still shirtless, naturally, and stuck one boot up on the chair in front of him.

After the seemingly half-hour of previews-for what, they didn't even realize, the old movies began. They were indeed old, and cheesy, and badly dubbed. Dante was quite enjoying them, however-Lady never understood why, but everyone was entitled to their quirks, after all. During the previews, he naturally decided to nip at her neck and kiss her for awhile, and she let him. He was wondering why she was being so...nice today. I mean, Lady was always nice to Dante, in the end. Maybe...laid-back. Dante knew his Lady, and he knew 'firecracker' didn't even begin to describe her. While Lady was able to figure out something was going on before they got to the playground, Dante wasn't quite able to make the connection. He wasn't a dumb man by any means, but he was more...simplistic, to put it that way.

They were showing about three movies, of a little over an hour each, so they had awhile.

As Dante's hand began to run up and down her leg at a slow part, she decided to make her move. She reached her hand over, and slid it down his stomach, to the waist of his pants.

''Oooh...sweetheart! What are you thinking?'' He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

''Don't concern yourself.'' She slipped her hand down under his pants. Of course, he wasn't wearing underwear. He was already hard. I could have guessed. I think the man lives with an erection.

''Don't concern myself?'' he asked.

She undid his trousers and grabbed a hold of him. He gasped rather loudly.

''Ohhh....Lady...'' He had a rather large grin on his face.

''Heh...whose in charge, now?'' She smiled evilly, and yanked at his leg until he put it down on the ground.

She began to run her hand up and down his shaft, slowly...occasionally stopping to brush her fingertips over the tip. A moan escaped his lips; and his breathing increased.

''Lady...you were...planning this...''

''Hmm?'' She smirked, and ran her fingers gently over the head again, as she pulled him forward in a deep kiss. The return kiss was the tiniest bit clumsy on his part.

How does it feel, you devil?

She continued just running her hand slowly up and down the shaft, brushing her thumb over the tip, and back down...pausing to fondle him a bit at the bottom. She was in no hurry. His breathing increased, and low moans erupted from his throat. He leaned his head back, seemingly forgetting about Kung Fu Action Theater for the time being. She began to tug a bit faster at him, but not enough to fully begin to drive him insane-she wanted to torture him a little while, first.

''Damn...Lady...woman, you're...''

''Shh.'' She squeezed him once. He jumped.

After she felt a bit of sweat pop out on his forehead and a few slightly pained whimpers escape him, as she kissed him and brushed his hair back with her free hand, she knelt down on the floor-she was even willing to forgive the dirty theater floor for this moment-and took him gently into her mouth.

He moaned out rather loudly, causing a couple of ''shushes'' to come out of the audience. She smirked to herself. Gotcha.

She positioned herself between his knees, making sure he was fully free of his trousers, and began to slowly take his manhood into her mouth; sucking lightly at him at the same time, while twirling her tongue around it. One of Dante's hands wrapped itself into her hair, while the other one went on her shoulder, half gripping it, and half caressing it. He began to moan louder; though not quite loud enough yet to inform the rest of the theater again like he did a moment ago.

She moved back up to the head and began sucking gently at it as she moved her hand up and down his now-moist shaft; he quivered underneath of her as she worked. She smiled proudly to herself; by the look of things, she was indeed turning him to mush.

''Lady...sweetheart...god!'' he whispered.

Lady took his shaft more fully into her mouth; she sucked harder at it, thrusting herself down upon it, while her hands worked underneath of him. After a moment, she paused, and tugged at his trousers, she wanted to pull them more down. He lifted himself up enough to let her, and she went back, running her tongue up and down his shaft, slowly, as she looked up at him. It was dark, but she could still see well enough, as her eyes were adjusted; the look on his face was so blissful, she had to smile. Yes, she was getting her 'revenge', if you could call it that, but seeing the big, brainless grin on his face made her extremely happy, as well. She continued to take her time, licking him from top to bottom, to top again, over the tip, and around it, dancing the tip of her tongue against it. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with pleasure, as he gently tangled his fingers into her hair.

''God...Lady...please, don't stop...'' He whimpered a bit again. He shifted down in the seat a bit.

Whatever movie was going on, neither of them were really paying attention to, now. No one walked down the aisle and noticed; or if they did, this place was so out of the way, they didn't care. But Dante, with a few of the thoughts that occasionally went into his head, was so proud of Lady; she had done something he would do...and of her own accord. While she wasn't quite as crude and untamed as he was...she was starting to warm up to some of these actions. He loved her all the more for it.

''Sweetheart...'' His boot thumped against the floor a couple of times as she nibbled at his head.

She smiled and looked up at him again, he was smiling down at her, and when she nipped at him a bit harder, he threw his head back in another slightly loud moan, causing another ''Shh!'' to come from the theater. Neither of them seemed to care, however.

Lady tasted some saltiness on her tongue; but she knew that she didn't have him all the way yet. She took him deep again, deeper than before; and he started to thrust his hips up to meet hers, matching her speed. She sucked him faster, and faster yet, until his little moans and small growls that seemed to trickle from his chest got louder, and his grip got tighter; she would then slow down, nibbling the sides and the tip, licking him down lower.

Oh, she was going to have fun with him for awhile. Truth be told, though, she was getting rather turned on herself. She would resist, though.

She decided to slow down a lot; she would gently run a hand up and down it, lick him a bit, and circle her tongue around the tip, suck at him a second or two, and kiss low on his stomach, dancing her tongue over it, tasting his skin. He was a little bit sweaty, but it didn't bother her, and there was that slightly musky scent that she came to associate with him, which she liked. He moaned a bit more painfully; she could feel him twitch his hips against her, he was so turned on now, she knew, it might be getting a little painful. But he would get his relief, soon enough. This is what you get, devil.

She took him back in, as both of his hands closed on the back of her head, and pushed her a bit; but he wasn't too rough with her. He never was. She thrust her mouth around him more; sucking harder and harder, until his moans and occasional little yelps became much more commonplace. She took the head of his manhood, now a bit more covered in the salty taste, into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it as she sucked it; his breathing becoming ragged and low. She could feel the sweat trickle down his chest, when she ran her hand down him, despite the theater being rather cool.

Finally, she took him as deep as she could, and sped up, faster and faster...as she maneuvered her hand down and underneath of him, trying to guide him to sit up just a little bit. When he did, she decided to take the bull by the horns completely...and slid a moistened finger into his rear, curling it inside of him.

Dante yelled out so loud, that the shushing that came from the theater was punctuated by a few swear words. No ushers came in, however. Lady grinned around her rather large mouthful, and kept sucking at him tightly, speeding up and slowing down, as she slid her finger in and out, faster and faster. The moans that came from him were inhuman, his hands grasping at her head firmly, his hips thrusting toward her mouth. Finally, she felt him start to shake, and she ran her finger up as deep as she could go-and ran her tongue up and down, and around his shaft again as she sucked, until she heard him cry out.

''Ahh...Jesus, Lady!''

There was quite a bit more shushing and swearing, but she paid no mind as she took his hot seed into her mouth, swallowing all of it as she continued to ''tickle'' him with her slim finger. Finally, he finished-it took a bit longer than normal, as she built him up quite a bit before she let him go. She cleaned him off the best she could, extracting her finger, and licking him a few more times up and down. She wiped her mouth off, and sat back in the chair next to him, putting one of her own legs up on the seat. She looked over.

Dante was leaned back in the chair, his pants still undone, his head thrown back. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead. His mouth was open in half a smile, half surprise, and he was panting heavily.

''Is there a problem, miss?'' a man's voice asked. It was an usher. Shit.

''No, sir. We're fine, here.''

''Very well.'' He spared her a glance with a raised eyebrow and walked back out.

Lady looked back over at her devil. He had managed to turn his head, still panting. He fit himself back into his trousers, slowly. He just stared at her.

Finally, he managed to say, ''Lady...oh, what...what did you do to me...I feel like I was just devoured...''

''That's my fault. Sorry, love.'' She kissed his slightly open lips; he turned it a bit deeper, though it was still clumsy. He could still taste himself a bit.

Yes! He's so done, now.

''Woman...you...drained me.''

Lady cheered to herself. But when she looked at how pleased he looked...she realized again how much she adored him. It was fun for her, too, to see him so pleased, to hear those moans come out of him. Yeah, I definitely understand why he enjoys it so much himself, now.

He reached his hand up, brushing back some of her hair. ''You're beautiful, Lady.'' He smiled.

She smiled back. ''Same to you.'' Her smile got an evil quality. ''You squeal, too, apparently.''

''Heh...I'll get you again one of these days. Soon, too. I promise you.'' He grinned again, sticking his tongue out slightly. She pushed it back into his mouth, but leaned forward to kiss him again.

''So, shall we finish watching these movies?''

''Yeah, good idea, babe.''

She chuckled at the fact she heard snoring come from the seat ten minutes later.

Oh yeah, this time was mine, devil. This time was mine.

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Dante had woke up after about a half hour, the last movie was about halfway done. He looked over at Lady and brushed his hands under her chin.

''Nice nap?''

''One of the best. Ahh, Lady...I'm so proud of you, babe...''

''What, for being as much as a pervert as you for once?''

''Something like that.'' He grinned his usual grin at her.

''Well...figured I'd try it out.'' And give a little payback while I was at it. Victory felt sweet, indeed. Very sweet. I better savor this while I can. I know he's going to be planning...something for me, and soon.

Dante slipped his arm around her, to lean her head onto his shoulder, so he could sometimes lean over and kiss her. The movie finally ended, and the few people started to file out, a few sparing them a flat glance as they filed out, and a couple chuckling. Neither of them cared.

They walked home without saying too much, but Dante's arm never left her shoulder, nor did the small smile leave his face. He didn't even try to pounce on her when they got back to Devil May Cry.

''I think I'm a little sleepy, Lady.''

''Heh, I hope that's my fault.''

''Maybe it is.'' He stripped down and jumped into the bed. She followed him in.

He tilted her head up, planting gentle kisses down her cheek, and around to her mouth. He went to kiss her nose, and she shied back a bit. She was a little bit self-conscious of the scar that was there, still. He took her head in both of his hands, and brushed his fingers over her face.

''Don't. Like I said, you're beautiful, Lady. Never be ashamed.'' He leaned forward to kiss her again, at the same spot, and she let him, this time. She began to feel quite warm, but not necessarily in an aroused sense.

They both fell asleep, with the window open again, as the air was pleasantly cool, still. It smelled there would be more rain coming. He draped the blanked over the two of them and held her to him tightly, back to front, his legs tangled up in hers.

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A/N: So, does our devil have something planned for his adored little Lady? Stay tuned to more Kung Fu Action Theater to find out!