Shadow Games

Disclaimer: “Devil May Cry” belongs to Capcom, not us. We have no money, so don’t sue us. ^.^ Zithantharis “Zi” is an original character—please be considerate and do not borrow him without permission. This fic was written as a one-on-one RolePlay, so the POV switches just about every paragraph.

This is a continuation shortly after the first game.

Thanks for reading and please enjoy!


Shadow Games
Chapter Four:


Dante would have cursed had he been able to. He was encased completely in unmoving ice--though he had managed to kill the Frost responsible, the creature’s dying breath had formed a kind of frozen cocoon around him, leaving him trapped. Damnit. Fuck damnit. I…can’t even Devil Trigger, since it’s so cold I can’t feel my hands…. He couldn’t even breathe. He wasn’t worried yet—he could go a long time without breathing—but the ice didn’t seem to be melting, and it was slowly numbing the rest of his limbs. Trish…Zi…. Come on, one of you has got to be nearby. He tried not to panic--he’d be no good if he panicked. But he was feeling light headed, now, and he couldn’t focus as well as he would have liked.

Though Trish always did her best to keep an eye on him while Dante was out, not even her sharp gaze could catch him when he wanted to remain unseen. The hour was late--too late, if what Dante had said about the case had been true; a simple clean-up, no more than an hour. It was now going on four….

Tracking the Hunter had been difficult, but there was no mistaking the chill he felt as he neared the city park. The mist in the air caused his eyes to narrow, and without another thought he ran into the trees. After that, it was merely a matter of scent, and soon he’d entered the scared clearing and the block of ice off to one side. Dante…. He approached carefully, glancing around to be sure there were no remaining monsters. Finally he stood before the frozen man, setting his hands against the cage of ice and peering into it.

Zi! Damnit, Zi, I’m glad to see you. But Dante couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe--could only open his eyes a little wider and hope Zi knew what he was doing. It’s cold it’s cold it’s so fucking cold! He did manage, however, a tiny murmur. It might not even be enough for Zi to hear, but it was the best he could do. Get me the fuck out of here.

Zi studied his companion’s predicament with pursed lips. I can’t just shatter it--I’ll hurt him as well. I suppose…. “Hold on,” he muttered, almost to himself, as he backed away. Taking a deep breath, he transformed himself into his black, shadowy form. He rose onto his hind legs and began to claw at the ice. It flew off in shards as he quickly worked, heading first for the man’s face and head. “Just hold on….”

Dante waited--he could do nothing else--and at last the ice around his face shattered. He gasped violently to fill his lungs with air once more. “Zi!” he wheezed, unable to draw a full breath with the ice encasing his chest. “Damn, thank God you’re here. Get me the fuck out of here, will ya?” He squeezed his eyes shut, as they felt cold and dry and had begun to water.

He cleared a bit more of the ice away from the man’s face, licking his cheeks and forehead. “Stay calm. I’ll get you out.” Zi pulled back and started again. It didn’t take long for him to reach Dante’s chest and arms, and he paused a moment to catch his breath. “Can you break some of it yourself?” he asked, not really sure the other would be able to, given how hard he was shaking.

“I….” Dante growled around his clacking teeth as he reached for the ice around his torso and legs. But he was shivering too much, and he couldn’t gather up enough strength to shatter it. “No,” he hissed at last. He wrapped his arms around himself to try and regain some warmth. “Fuck, it’s freezing.”

Zi continued his work, tearing away ice while being sure to keep from hurting his companion. It seemed to take forever, but at last Dante was free. Zi quickly changed back to his more human form, moving to the man’s side as support. “Can you walk?”

Dante tried, but his legs were shaking too much, and he toppled onto his knees. “Fuck. Goddamnit.” He pulled closer to Zi to keep warm. “Just…give me a second. I can barely move.” With a surprised grunt he flopped over onto his side. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m down.”

Damnit. Zi glanced around--there was no way he could get Dante back to the shop, not in the middle of the night. “We’ll have to hide,” he muttered to himself. He…remembered this park. There was a children’s section not too far, one with a playhouse he was sure they would be able to fit into. Zithantharis returned to his beast form and crouched at the man’s side. “Come on. You just need to get on my back, and I’ll take care of it, okay? Just get on.”

Dante winced a little at the site of the beast--he still hadn’t quite gotten over Zi’s transformed state. But he complied as best he could, pulling himself onto his back. “It’s cold,” he murmured. He felt sluggish, and it was a little frightening that he couldn’t control his limbs as well as he would have liked. He…might be in shock. “I need to get warm.”

“I know. We’re going to someplace safe.” He moved quickly, slipping silently through the trees and bushes. It didn’t take long to reach the wooden structure, and he easily laid the man inside. Without a thought he spread his larger body over the man to cover him completely. He even managed to loosen his structure, seeping around and beneath the other. “You’re okay,” he murmured, low in his ear. Zi gently licked at the man’s face, just to give him some contact to focus on. “Dante? How do you feel now?”

“Still fucking freezing,” Dante muttered. He drew his legs up to his chest within the mass of black. “But…better. Thank you….” It was somewhat creepy to see Zi’s eyes glowing down at him, so he squeezed his eyes shut, and focused on the unnatural warmth radiating from the demon body. Shivering, he pressed his face into the closest patch of flesh. “Just stay for a while.”

Zi nodded faintly. “I’m not going anywhere.” You’re mine, after all. Some lowly Frost can’t have you. His shifted, moving his body all over the other’s in a slow, gentle massage; just to help warm him some more. He pressed in closer, nuzzling, purring softly, as if nothing was wrong. Mine.

Dante sighed quietly. Though he still couldn’t feel his hands and feet, he did have the impression that he was getting better--or, he felt better, with Zi all around him. If anything could warm me up…. He took in a deep breath and concentrated on the other: Zi’s lips from the night before, the way his seemingly young body twisted against him, the soft purr rumbling against him. Yeah. Yeah, like that…. He smiled thinly.

Dante…. Zi chuckled softly, continuing his movements. It felt good, surrounding the other so completely. He licked faintly at the man’s ear. “Feeling better?” he purred softly. “I can stop, if you want….” Zi pressed faintly against Dante’s hips encouragingly.

“No, don’t you dare.” Dante uncoiled a little, so that Zi could press against him more fully. Slowly he opened his eyes, daring to take in the sight of the twisting black form above him. Like always, the demon’s aura and flashing crimson eyes served to quicken the beat of his heart a bit. He liked that. “Come closer,” he murmured. “No, wait.” He eased Zi away just long enough to slip out of his coat, as it was soaked through and freezing.

Zi watched his motions with interest, then calmly reached out to tear the rest of the man’s shirt off as well, leaving his chest bare. Bending down, he ran his tongue over smooth, shivering flesh. “You taste good,” he murmured, grinning to himself at the words. Still purring, he settled himself over the other again.

Dante grinned ironically. “Hey, that was a nice shirt.” But his teeth were still chattering, and he would do anything at this point get Zi closer. He reached a hand up, testing the feel of dark flesh against his bare palm. It was warm, and almost soft, like fur, but…not. With a sigh he let his head fall back and shifted his thighs a little wider. Damn…this is really turning me on. He chuckled at how ridiculous it all seemed.

Zi took the opportunity to slip closer, pressing firmly against the man’s hips. “I’d say you’re feeling better,” he whispered, almost to himself. Dante still felt cold, and the demon continued to shift his inconsistent body over the other’s, trying to create some friction heat. He sunk a bit further around the man, beneath him.

Dante murmured in quiet encouragement, trying to curl his fingers in faded flesh to draw Zi closer. Distantly, he knew this…probably was wrong--that he was getting so excited over Zi’s bestial form. We’re both demon blood, so who cares? He feels good. He arched his back, rubbing them together more strongly. “Mmm, keep doing that,” he hissed. He reached for what he thought was Zi’s head to urge it down once more.

Chuckling softly, Zi turned his head to nuzzle at an arched neck. “I wasn’t planning on stopping,” he informed the other. I like this. But…he’s still cold. I wouldn’t want to hurt him at all. He continued to slowly move and shift. When Dante curved his back again, Zi slipped a bit more of himself beneath his spine, forcing him to remain in the slightly more helpless position as he pressed down.

Dante tightened his thighs instinctually around the warm body between them, leaning his head back in a low moan. “God, that feels good,” he hissed, squirming so that Zi scraped more deliberately against his hardening erection. “Aw, fuck.” With a laugh he turned his head against Zi’s ear, growling softly as encouragement.

Zi’s eyes narrowed, nipping lightly at the other’s earlobe. “Calm down,” he teased softly. “You’re supposed to be warming up, to get your strength back.” Not that he isn’t doing that, but…. We’ll see. He grinned to himself, urging the man’s waist higher, purrs growing deeper.

“I…am warm,” Dante protested thickly. I’m fucking hot, come on. He grinned to himself as he moaned again, more deeply, and pressed up against the other. “Just keep it up, and I’ll be fine.” Now that the feeling was returning to his limbs, however, it was spreading a tingling sensation through his skin--almost throbbing. Damnit, I hate that pins and needles crap. He curled his fingers stiffly and tried to focus on Zi’s other movements to distract him.

“Well if you’re better,” he replied, “then I should stop.” Not likely. I…like it when he moans. I like the sounds he’s making. Zi found, though, that he wanted more--for all that Dante was obviously enjoying the movements, the demon wasn’t as satisfied as he wanted to be. Once he’s better, maybe…maybe I can change back….

“No, don’t stop,” Dante hissed. “Come closer…come….” He groaned thinly and continued to squirm. “Come down here in your other form, so I can kiss you.” He licked his lips deliberately and shifted his hips again. I don’t care if I can’t feel my toes. I want him. He laughed quietly. “That’ll warm me up really fast.”

Lips curling, Zi nodded faintly. “All right. But let me know if you need me to go back.” It took a moment of concentration, and then he was lowering himself solidly against the other. He kissed Dante, licking at eager lips. Feels…better….

Dante responded hungrily, sucking on the other’s lips and tongue, one hand snaking behind his head to keep them tightly pressed. Fuck, I do want him. Without hesitating a moment longer he slid his other hand down over Zi’s chest and stomach, stretching further between his thighs. And…he was relieved that Zi’s human form really was complete. He would have laughed had he been able to.

Zi hissed sharply, eyes narrowing until they were almost closed. No one--demon or human--had ever touched him in such a place so deliberately. He pawed at the wood beneath them and cut lightly into the floor. It was strange, and he pulled away slightly, thrown off-guard at his body’s strong reaction, the tightening in his stomach. He growled, biting faintly at the man’s shoulder.

Dante chuckled at the better-than-expected response, turning his head to bite lightly at Zi’s neck. “Mm, I think he likes it,” he teased. He drew his hand back just enough to slip it down the front of Zi’s leather pants. There wasn’t much room, but he managed to tighten his fingers around the other, stroking him with his thumb. “Do you, Zi?”

Voice still rumbling, Zi bit into the other’s shoulder, nearly breaking the skin. He thrust forward into Dante’s grip as his fingers clawed at the man’s sides. It’s not like mating at all. This isn’t how it’s supposed to feel. He’s…. The demon shifted anxiously over his companion.

Somehow, Zi’s deep, animalistic voice was more alluring than if he’d used actual words. I guess this is my demon side coming through, he thought with a dark smirk. And he is supposed to be warming me up…though by now my healing has all but taken care of it. He lifted his other hand to undo the clasps of Zi’s pants, gradually urging them down.

Zi’s eyes slowly opened at the feel of his clothing being taken off. He shifted, making sure his tail was properly released. Humans…have strange customs. He is male, but…. He pulled back to stare into Dante’s eyes, amused as the glow from his own eyes lit his companion’s light skin. “Your mate will be upset,” he whispered, the fingers from a single hand playing over a patch of sensitive flesh on the other’s chest.

Dante fairly choked at the reference. “She’s not my mate,” he laughed, passing a hand back through his hair. “She’s…just my partner.” He reached for Zi’s shirt and pulled it over his head. “Now come on--you’re sexier when you’re not talking about her.” He tugged Zi down abruptly for a full, firm kiss.

Zi snorted lightly. He’s amusing. But that’s okay, because if he and that woman are not mates…. It was too weird to think that he and the Hunter would be mates, but considering what they were intending to do…. I suppose it doesn’t matter--he’s mine. Zi growled again, pulling his lips away so he could focus on the other’s neck. He gnawed at Dante’s flushed skin, pressing his hips sharply against the other’s. He’s mine. Using knees and hands, Zi urged the man’s legs apart so he could settle lower.

Dante chuckled as he obeyed all the other’s prodding, tilting his head back and spreading his thighs wider. It was a bit odd--he wasn’t quite used to this position. But Zi was stronger than he looked, which he appreciated, and by now he was too riled up to care. He slid his hands down to Zi’s waist to urge him into greater motion. “Come on,” he murmured thickly, rubbing up against him. “You can’t hurt me.”

Eyes glinting, Zi granted the man a quick kiss before moving back to reach for his pants. I suppose he’d be upset if I ripped them…. Too bad. He obediently undid the buckles and other clasps, hurrying the dark pants off. Dante was quite good looking, and Zi felt himself tightening at the sight of him. “Turn over,” he commanded suddenly, pawing at tense thighs.

Dante blinked dumbly. “What?” Though he wasn’t exactly adverse to doing things a little differently than usual, he wasn’t sure what to make of Zi’s request. He shivered a little at the cold air against his bared flesh; not to mention Zi’s hands sliding over him.

Zi grinned ferally. “I said…turn over.” He crawled over the other’s body, pausing to run his rough tongue over the sensitive skin of the man’s chest. “You want to be my mate, right? Then you have to turn over.” He brought his eyes directly over Dante’s, staring unblinkingly into his startled gaze. “Be my mate.”

For a moment Dante met that stare, his breath stilled. Then he burst out laughing. “Mate? Goddamn, that’s great.” He relaxed against the ground as he continued to laugh. “Zi, you’re so classic. I’m loving this.” He pawed at Zi’s stomach in an imitation of the beast’s actions earlier.

Zi narrowed his eyes, lips curling. “You’ll be mine,” he promised softly, almost to himself. “I’ll make you mine.” He slipped away from the other’s hands--regretfully, as the touch had stirred something very different in his stomach. Later…there’ll be time for it later. Zi slid back down the man’s bare body, planting his hands firmly against the other’s knees. I’ll make him mine. Bending down, he ran his tongue over Dante’s erection. I’ll make him want me. He repeated the action, and again, making sure to reach his entire length.

“Holy shit--” Dante’s eyelids fluttered as his hands scratched uselessly against unrelenting wood. Zi’s tongue was rough and harsh against his sensitive flesh. God, that feels amazing. Groaning thickly he arched his hips against Zi’s mouth, not…begging, but…something close. “God, Zi….” He managed to stretch one hand down, tugging weakly at Zi’s hair.

I said you’d want me. Zi continued his treatment, sometimes stroking him firmly, sometimes just teasing with the tip of his tongue. He changed pace, even paused now and again and waited until Dante was straining in protest. “You want me, right?” he asked, pawing at shuddering thighs. “Do you want to be my mate now, Dante?” He blew warm breath over the other before wrapping his tongue around him once more.

“Fuck….” Dante fought it, but his insides were twisting with too much heat, and at last he gave in. “Yes, damnit! Just…..” He was forced to pause as another round of Zi’s treatment tore another deep groan from his throat. “God, just…do you have to call it that?” He grinned despite himself.

“Of course--what else would you call it?” Zi was enjoying himself; his actions were even granting him a strange satisfaction he’d never felt before. I want him to beg, he decided, moving his lips against the other as well. I want him to be mine.

Dante continued to groan and writhe, struggling against the pulse beating against his temple. “Zi--wait--” Much more of this and he would soon run out of strength. He didn’t want this to end so quickly. “All right, all right,” he gasped at last, moaning in frustration as he tried to urge Zi back. “Whatever you want, just--come on--I want you.”

Zi grinned as he paused, pulling slowly away. I know. I know you do. He sat back on his heels, tail whipping about wildly in anticipation. “Turn over,” he commanded once more, ears twitching. He played a single finger over Dante’s length.

Still breathless, Dante had no other choice. It was embarrassing to think Zi had reduced him to this, but at the same time…. Fuck it. God, I just want him. “You better make this worth it,” he hissed. With a half grin he at last did as he was asked, rolling onto his hands and knees. I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Yes. Zi ran his hands freely over the other’s legs, backside, and hips. Mine. He moved carefully behind the Hunter with eager eyes. Leaning close, he licked along the man’s lower spine--a customary action of his kind. But…if we’re going to do it this way…. Human males aren’t exactly built for this. Unfortunately, the park wasn’t exactly the best place for mating supplies, so Zi settled for sucking briefly on his finger. “All ready?” he asked the other teasingly.

“Hell yeah,” Dante replied immediately. He tried to glance back over his shoulder, as he wasn’t used to doing things this way. It kept a tiny, anxious shiver running through him. “And you don’t have to worry about hurting me, so come on. Let’s do this already.”

His eyes narrowed. “Okay.” Bending over again, Zi passed his tongue over a curved spine as he pushed his dampened finger into the man. He’s so tight. The demon shivered with anticipation, teeth scraping over flesh excitedly. I hope he can handle this, because…I want him. I want what’s mine.

Dante groaned, trying to hold still even though it was his first instinct to press back against the other. He didn’t even feel the pain--having suffered usually lethal injuries dozens of times in the past, something like this was nothing. This isn’t enough. Come on, Zi. “I’m all right,” he growled softly, drawing his nails against the floor. “Zi--come on already and just do it.”

Zi couldn’t help it--he laughed excitedly. “You are mine,” he murmured. Well, if he says so. Without waiting another moment, Zi plunged forward into his new mate, growling deep in his throat. Oh, he feels good. He pawed at the other’s back as he began to move, quickly and smoothly.

Dante’s voice lifted sharply at the sudden penetration, back arching in response to the heat pulsing through him. It was an entirely different sensation than what he was used to, but…damn, it felt good. He spread his knees a little wider and pressed his palms into the wood, pushing back against Zi’s thrusts. “Harder,” he groaned, twisting until Zi struck something fiery and deep within him. “Fuck…Damnit, harder.”

Eyes flashing, Zi thoughtlessly complied. He called up all his power, moving beyond the strength he had planned to use, fearing he would have hurt the man. But there’s no need to move slow--he’s mine. Mine. Reaching out, he grasped the other’s shoulders to grant him even more power. Zi rocked hard against his mate as his eyes fluttered. “Dan…te….”

“God…oh God….” Dante shook his head and growled, trying to push harder against Zi. He felt that he was shaking, intoxicated by the demon’s aura--he’d never felt this hot. Damnit, I’m not going to last…. He murmured senselessly as his body shuddered. With a few more thrusts he lost his stamina, gasping and tightening as he climaxed.

Zi hadn’t been expecting to finish himself, but something--the way Dante cried, or tensed, or the way his own power surrounded and covered him--brought him suddenly and quickly to his own release. Blinking, he pulled back slowly, feeling a bit overwhelmed. “Dante….” He laid his head against the other’s back, eyes fluttering closed as he tried to regain his breath.

“Ah, damn,” Dante whispered, gradually lowering himself onto his stomach. He stretched to relieve slightly cramped muscles. “That…was pretty good.” He grinned, wriggling a little so that he could feel Zi shifting on top of him. “Not bad, Zi.”

A soft sound that could have been a whimper slipped from the demon’s curled lips. Moving sluggishly, Zi crawled his way up the other’s back to lick at his ear. “Mine,” he whispered, pressing faintly onto Dante’s tired body. Mine. My mate.

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