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 Six:

The job was just as simple as Dante had anticipated; after what he’d faced on Mallet--hell, the stuff he’d fought as a kid--a garage infested with Wraiths was barely enough to keep him from yawning. He’d finished the entirety of his assignment in all of ten minutes, and most of that was finding his way through the six-car structure. Which left him with plenty of time hanging around the house, waiting for his employer to come back and pay him. And plenty of time to think.

So, Zi really wants to…. He scratched at the back of his head. It’s not like I don’t want to--fuck, I’m practically getting hard just thinking about it. But…. He clenched his fists. That’s like going all out. No, it’s not a big deal. It’s not like I’ve had a problem with any of my other demon attributes….

Deciding that it wasn’t worth worrying about, Dante paced a little until Mr. Warren and his family had returned, and he finally received his full payment. Then he was on his way home again, doing everything he could to keep his mind occupied. By the time he was back at Devil Never Cry he was all but jumping out of his skin, one way or another, and he hated to think what he must have looked like. Like a virgin, probably. Sighing in embarrassment he tossed his coat over his desk. “Hey, Zi?”

Zi lifted his head; he’d been curled up in ‘his’ chair, dozing. Finally. He rose and approached the Hunter in his human form--he was waiting for the right moment to change, and from the expression in the other’s face it was a good thing he had. “I assume you had an easy time?” he asked with a smile. He tilted his head to lick playfully at Dante’s cheek.

Dante smirked, some of his anxieties alleviated with the familiar behavior. This was just Zi, after all--his Zi. And maybe giving into some of his…urges…wouldn’t be such a bad thing once in a while. With a little shiver he tugged Zi up against him for a kiss. “Piece of cake,” he replied easily. “Did you miss me?”

He seems okay. Pleased, Zi took a slow step back, tugging Dante with him. “I usually do not wait for my mates,” he replied, eyes glinting as they moved towards the stairs. He could feel his tail moving rapidly but didn’t attempt to stop it--he wanted Dante to see his excitement, maybe influence him as well. A soft, growling purr rumbled from stomach.

Dante snorted humorously. “I guess that means I should count myself lucky.” He followed Zi upstairs, grinning at the beast’s enthusiasm as they entered the upper floor. This isn’t so bad. Come on, Dante, get into it. Once they had even ground beneath them he guided Zi’s hands to the straps crossing his chest.

His eyes flashed briefly. “Not yet,” he murmured, flexing his fingers around the clothing. “I want to rip them from you.” Zi pulled Dante into his bedroom and nudged him towards the bed. “If you don’t want me to, better take it off.” Backing away a bit, Zi crouched down to wait for Dante to decide what he wanted to do, tail twitching across the floor like a stalking beast.

Dante scoffed as he quickly began to undo the buckles and straps. “There’s no way I’m letting you scratch an inch of this,” he said pointedly. “It’s expensive clothing, you know.” He shrugged out his vest and stripped out of his shirt. There was something oddly disarming, and still erotic, about Zi watching him so quietly from the other end of the room. The bright eyes on him were making his pulse quicken. “Unless you want me going out even more to pay for the outfits you shred.”

Zi smiled. “You should buy cheaper clothing,” he replied easily. “So I may shred them.” His shoulders curled and shifted, crouching low as if ready to pounce. His hair and tail rippled, faint shadows passing over his skin as his energy built with his excitement. “Hurry,” he suddenly warned, voice deep, “or I will hurry you.”

Dante glanced back at him, another chill sweeping through him as his insides tightened. This was exciting him more than he cared to admit, and though he didn’t usually like doing things this way, so methodically, he stripped out of the rest of his clothing. He could almost feel his own skin tingling, the way it did when he was fighting. “Come on, then,” he taunted, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. He wanted to see exactly what Zi could do. “Take me.”

Zi began to crawl forward, his body shifting and growing into his demon form. Reaching Dante, he pushed the man back onto the bed with his large head, growling as he moved to crouch low over him. “Turn over,” he purred, drawing his tongue over Dante’s stomach teasingly. “Unless…you’d rather see me.” His eyes shown in the dark room, his body just low enough that as his form wavered, little tendrils of shadow played over bare, pale skin.

Dante pressed his back into the mattress, thrilling at the feel of cool sheets and cooler, wraith-like flesh. He reached up to drag his fingers through Zi’s shadowy coat; it was unnaturally soft. It was Zi’s eyes, however, with their flashing, eerie tint that was making his flesh heat and tighten. It was dangerous and wrong, and…he was loving it already. “Like this, for now,” he returned, stretching his spine upward. He spread his thighs and dug his heels into the bed in preparation. “Come on and fuck me already.”

“No,” he replied impudently. “You made me wait--you shall bear it.” He lowered himself, sinking around the man slowly until Dante was buried beneath his warmth with only his head free to the cool air. Zi licked at the man’s throat as he slowly began to move all around the other. He didn’t pick a specific spot--that would come later--though he did tease a few fingers of power around his sides, coaxing him to arch again to better get beneath him.

Dante gasped; he hadn’t quite been prepared for the feeling of so much raw energy spreading over and through him. It was just as frustrating as it was exciting, as every time he tried to curl his fingers in the dark flesh, when he tried to tighten his thighs around his long torso, he could feel the creature give way slightly beneath him. Groaning, he thrust up into him, trying to bury himself in the thick, undulating body.

Zi wouldn’t give him that satisfaction, grinning to himself. “You shall bear it,” he repeated quietly. Slipping his head low, he began to lick at his lover’s straining length--slowly, enjoying the way the man’s thighs shuddered. “Cry out,” he said suddenly, pressing closer. “Are you part demon or not?” One clawed hand dragged down Dante’s chest. It wasn’t enough to break the skin, but it did raise raw, red flesh behind it.

Dante shuddered; his eyelids were fluttering, his pulse racing in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time--it was as if Zi had reached some hidden instinct in him and was slowly dragging it to his surface. A low moan that was almost a growl seeped from him as he continued to paw and grab at the demon’s wispy fur. God…I’m so hard…. A bark of laughter mixed in with the rest of his voice as he squirmed on the bed.

Zi couldn’t help his own shivering at the rising of that voice. He straightened to nuzzle at Dante’s neck. “Turn over,” he hissed, pressing his body against shifting hips, moving to replace his tongue. “Turn now.”

Still murmuring, his breath coming fast and ragged, Dante pressed upward once again into flesh that was both too cold and too hot. “Make me,” he retorted laughingly. His eyes flashed in the dark, and he dragged his hands over Zi’s twisting form, wanting him to feel some of the raw excitement he felt coursing through him like an electric charge.

Chuckling, Zi easily slid his power beneath Dante’s back, lifting him easily so that he was suspended within his shifting body. “If you like,” he purred. His form shifted and rubbed at Dante until he was gradually worked onto his stomach, and Zi slowly began to lower him again. Small nudges of power urged the man’s knees to bend to support his weight. Zi leaned close, running his rasping tongue down Dante’s spine, dipping slightly lower to trace to the end of his tailbone.

Dante growled softly, molding his body easily to the demon’s prodding. “Someday,” he gasped, arching his back into Zi’s sweet treatment, “maybe I’ll fuck you as a demon.” The thought raised another anxious quiver into his limbs, and he pressed back eagerly, trying to pull Zi inside him. “Come on, ” he snarled. He still couldn’t believe he was going through with this, but his body was hot and aching. “Come on and fuck me already.”

Zi smiled to himself; Dante’s voice was getting harsher, almost animal-like, and he inadvertently tightened himself around the man’s body to better feel his every movement. Though in this form he had no real anatomy, save claws, eyes, and mouth, he still managed to form an appendage he was sure would…please his mate. Licking at Dante’s ear, he slowly pushed himself within the Hunter’s body. He was careful not to reach too deep yet—he wanted Dante to beg some more as he gradually moved inside him.

Dante gasped quietly at the first sensation of the demon’s body within him. He’d never felt anything like it before; even from within him Zi’s flesh seemed to undulate, as if constantly reshaping itself, rubbing against him in waves of pure magical energy. It sent a shudder all through him, and for a fleeting moment he almost lost his nerve. It…wasn’t supposed to feel like this, was it? But soon enough Dante was trying to lean back, to pull that bizarre pleasure deeper into him. He couldn’t find any words to urge his partner on but his voice fell from him anyway in low, ragged murmurs.

Delighted, Zi began to move with more force within his mate. He wondered how Dante would like it, having only that one part of him moving, rocking, while the rest of his body merely moved and twisted around the other’s. Bending close, he bit lightly at Dante’s shoulder. With some concentration, he pushed himself deeper and thickened, gently coaxing the other to relax and accept him. “How much of me do you want?” he purred against his hot flesh. “How much can you take?”

Dante shook his head--he couldn’t think straight enough to reply, and Zi wasn’t helping that. Everything was just too much, too tight and too deep. “I….” With a thick growl Dante clenched his fingers, spreading his knees wider to brace himself. “More,” he managed to hiss breathlessly, rocking with each movement of false flesh against him. “Want…more, damnit.”

Zi growled. You’ll have it. Reaching around his shoulders, Zi took hold of Dante’s wrists, pinning them firmly to the bed. He increased the density of his body, keeping the Hunter from his previous rocking. Soon there was only one part of them moving as Zi repeatedly thrust into the other. He gradually forced his way deeper, expanding until he could feel muscles trembling on the verge of pain. His power licked at Dante’s insides. There was no need to search for Dante’s one spot--he was touching them all. “Do you want more?” he asked lowly.

There was something almost frightening about being pinned the way he was, unable to move or react. Dante wasn’t used to being powerless, and Zi’s insistent hold on him was starting to trigger his defensive instincts. Though he was still moaning, shivering in pleasure, a jolt of electricity swept down his arm and gave him the strength to yank it free. “More,” he growled, leaning forward so that his forehead pressed to cool sheets. “Oh God….”

“No God,” he purred. “Just me.” Zi moved deeper, stronger, trying to grant his lover everything he was asking for. His pace began to increase, and he allowed himself to move with his thrusts again. It took a little twisting of his form, but Zi managed to slip his head beneath the Hunter to take him suddenly into his mouth. He rubbed at hard flesh with his long tongue as he again forced Dante to widen for him.

Dante couldn’t help but cry out, long and ragged, as he finally reached his limit; his hips jerked as he came. “Holy…fucking….” All at once he felt his strength leave him, and he collapsed with a quiet whimper against the warn mattress. He was exhausted, more than he had been in a long time. “Zi….” A lazy smile tugged at his features. “Mmm….”

Zi easily released the other and crouched over him a long moment. All at once he was in his human form again, licking his lips and blinking sleepily. That…took more than I thought it would. He smiled down at Dante’s prone figure. The woman will be back soon, but…maybe I’ll stay a bit longer. He slowly stretched out across the other’s back, vibrating with a soft, contented purr.

Dante sighed as he tried to calm his pulse and breath. “Damnit…that was….” He pried his eyes open, and paused at what he saw: there were five holes torn in the mattress to his left. Frowning, he placed his hand over them, only to find his fingernails shrinking back to their normal length. “Wha…?” He flexed his fingers. I…changed? Just a little…but I didn’t even notice. With a quiet groan he pushed himself up--supporting Zi’s weight against his back--to investigate the other side. Another set of claw marks riddled it as well. Fuck. I’ll have to buy a new mattress.

Zi blinked at the movement, purr becoming more pronounced. He stared down at the holes with disinterest. “Lie down,” he murmured, turning to lick at Dante’s ear. “I want to rest a bit more.” His fingers reached beneath to tickle the man’s chest as he wiggled faintly.

Dante did lie down, though he was feeling somewhat subdued. I’ve never Devil Triggered without realizing. I thought…I had more control than that. Now that it was over and he was exhausted he had time to think back. He…was really sore. It would be gone pretty soon, as all his pains faded quickly, but he didn’t remember even feeling it while Zi was still inside him. Either that, or he’d simply enjoyed it. He didn’t like the thought of that, and he shifted uncomfortably. “Hey…get up for a second,” he said, starting to roll Zi off him. “I wanna change the sheets.”

Zi obediently rolled off the bed and dropped to a crouch on the floor. Something’s wrong. He watched as Dante stood, noting the slight pain in his movements. He blinked slowly. “I hurt you,” he stated, not bothering to ask--the answer was plain to see. And Dante didn’t look pleased anymore, either.

Dante ruffled the boy’s hair affectionately. “I’m all right,” he said with a smile. He stripped the bed with a flourish and let the sheets fall into crumpled heap. “God, that was so hot. You were great, Zi--I’m just not used to it yet.” He rubbed idly at the small of his back. “I’ll be fine in a minute.”

He wanted to say something more, but he was feeling oddly exhausted--his eyes would only open to slits. I don’t want to talk about bad things. I want to sleep. When Dante’s leg came within reach, Zi turned just enough to butt his head against him. “You were good,” he murmured, lips curling faintly, and he licked them for a lingering taste of his lover.

Dante glanced down at him, and he couldn't help but smile at that compliment. "You were better," he laughed, crouching down in front of him--a wince carefully hidden--so he could offer Zi a kiss. "Now just stay put for a sec while I make the bed up, and you can stay with me in here tonight."

Zi raised a curious eyebrow. Though he was definitely pleased by the idea.... "What about the woman?" he asked, knowing that Dante had been very careful to keep their little adventures a secret.

"She won't come snooping in here," Dante assured, fetching a fresh sheet out of the hall closet. He frowned a little at the holes in the mattress before making the bed up once more. "Besides, if she does, I'll just tell her you snuck in." He...hadn't really thought about getting around to telling Trish. Especially now, after...well, after everything. She'd find out eventually, and he was hoping to stall that as long as possible.

Zi snorted softly, only partially amused. "She'll notice I'm not on my chair," he pointed out, but he shrugged quickly and added, "but if you're not bothered, then all right." Because...he really did want to stay. Zi gave a big yawn, reaching up to scratch at one of his ears.

Dante glanced over his shoulder, and couldn't help but chuckle at the sight the cat-demon made. Without warning he picked Zi up off the floor and tossed him playfully on the bed. "Just don't leave any fleas," he advised.

Zi grunted at the harsh treatment and sent a playfully indignant glare at the man. "I do not have fleas," he said haughtily, crawling in a circle before flopping onto his side. Just feeling the soft mattress beneath him started his purring again, and his eyelids fluttered sleepily. One hand pawed invitingly at the bed.

Dante crawled into bed beside him. By now the ache along his spine had vanished, thanks to his demon healing, leaving him in much better spirits. Even if he was still a little concerned about his Devil Trigger.... He settled on his back and lifted a hand before him, watching the fingers curl. It took only a slight effort to darken the flesh, to sharpen his fingernails into talons. So...I still have control. I wonder what that was. He let the hand fall back to his stomach and return to normal. "Comfy?"

Wiggling closer, Zi pressed his nose to Dante's shoulder, then turned his head to rub his ear against him. "It's natural, you know," he said, ignoring the question. "Why do you think I wanted to do it this way?" He raised his own hand, letting a black shadow pass through his flesh. Zi set it over Dante's and rubbed his head against him again. "It happened because I was so good."

Dante smiled, tilting his face into Zi's hair. "Yeah, you're right. I'm just...not used to it." He couldn't say he was necessarily okay with it--it meant he had a little less control than he'd thought, and that was never a comforting thought. But as long as it was just in something like this.... "Though next time, I'll have to find a way to spare my mattress the abuse."

Zi smiled lazily. "We do it on the floor," he replied. He abruptly clamored closer, pulling himself so he could sprawl across Dante's chest, lying crookedly on the bed so he could look up at the man's face. "There," he declared softly, fingers curling at Dante's collar. "Now I am comfy."

"Well, good." Dante rolled his eyes, but he liked having the warmth of another body against him, and he draped an arm lazily over Zi's waist. He feels good...It's been a while since I really slept with someone like this. He stretched a little just to feel Zi move with him. On the floor, huh? "G'night, Zi."

"Goodnight," he replied around another yawn. My mate. Smiling, tail shifting beneath the blankets, Zi gradually fell asleep.

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