'Ode'

Title: Ode (to a Pizza Cutter)

Author: Me AKA Cat

Summary: PWP. 'Ryn gets sent on a mission to 'speak' to our resident foul-mouthed devil hunter.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): DanteXRyn

Characters: Dante, Ryn and mentioning of Mundus and other forces

Disclaimer: I don't own DMC, nor will I ever. I did this purely for fun and to pass time. I make no money from this. The only person I own is the OC and the plot.

Authoress' Notes: Well, I finally finished this one. I'm
kinda pleased with how it turned out. ^_^ It's a DanteXOC (of course, what do
you expect, I'm silly that way, and I seriously doubt he could do anything
romantically with Trish... after all, it'd be weird to have sex with your
mother's look-a-like.) To explain, this is 'Ryn. *coughs* Yeah, she's Aryun. 
She can be a pain in the ass, Just like 'Ryn, but she's a lot more... well,
naive on certain things. Things that 'Ryn would know.  She's actually an AU
version. This version, she was actually raised by her true father, KimVay. In
short, he owned up and took the child with him ^-~ Mandate comes down from
Grandfather himself, and she cannot defy it.

 

My best friend took a hammer to my head one day telling
me 'wtf?! Why did he say that there against Mundus?! CAAA-AAA-AAAT WRITE
SOMETHING!!'

 

Well, Winter Spiral, here it is. Then again, you've
already read it ^^

 

Devil May Cry – finished 07/04/03

 

“I’m not a demon…”

 

“No shit. What the hell are you?”

 

He had me pinned to the wall of the cathedral, his body
pressing into mine most intimately. I purred slightly, at the fire in his eyes,
the utter ease at which he held that gun to my head.

 

“Half-breed, actually.” I arched slightly into him, feeling
it tighten my body. I loved the way he held my wrists above my head with his
left hand. Moving one of my legs, I slipped it over his hip, curling it around
his shapely ass. “Just… like… you…” I breathed against his face.

 

I felt his body shiver against mine, the arm that held his
gun against my temple tremble slightly. I watched his white-blue eyes as he
leaned closer, that smartass mouth of his a mere hairsbreadth away from mine.
“Angel?”

 

The movement of his lips when he said that word nearly
brushed mine and made me shiver as I felt the soft brushing of his aura against
mine through that small part, the strength in his lean body that I knew could
break me. “No,” I breathed softly, “god and sorceress…” My voice trailed off as
I saw something dance within his eyes before he pushed his lips against mine.

 

My eyes fluttered closed as my body shivered at the feel of
his mouth as warm and smooth as silk against my own. It was a demanding kiss,
one that gave no quarter and made my body respond, a soft moan into his lips
that I eagerly greeted.

 

I vaguely felt him move his ivory gun away from my temple,
sliding it back into a deep pocket in that red coat. His gloved hand returned
almost in a blink of an eye to slip around my throat, his thumb gently caressing
the hollow there. He shifted and brought his body even closer to mine, slipping
between my legs, thoroughly pressing against me, almost snuggling against my
shivering body.

 

He broke the kiss, pulling back only slightly so that his
ice blue eyes could caress my face before he bent his head, his cheek sliding
against mine as he nudged my face over before he could place gentle, biting
kisses upon the throbbing pulse he found there.

 

My breath caught in my throat at the feeling of his skin
against mine, at the open and demanding, yet gentle bites to my throat. A
whimper escaped my lips when I felt that gloved hand settle against my breast,
almost hesitant in the motion. I couldn’t stop the gentle noise that came from
my throat as he pushed himself against me, grinding his hips against mine and
making my free leg slid over his hip to lock with my other, keeping him right
where he evidently wanted to be.

 

His left hand gently released my wrists, the fingers
ghosting down my arms till it curled around the back of my neck. His mouth ate
its way upward, his tongue flicking out to brush the curve of my jaw before he
tilted my face down so that he could run his tongue along the bow of my upper
lip, the curve of the bottom one.

 

I trembled as I pulled my arms down, feeling the stone
caress my skin. My hands shook as I placed my left upon his shoulder, feeling
the warmth through his coat, and my right hesitantly brushed through the silver
hair. It was soft, and I marveled at the feel as it slid through my fingers.

 

My breath shuddered in my lungs as I felt his demanding
kiss ease slightly, nudging my lips gently, almost asking permission as he
licked at my slightartearted lips.

 

I opened my eyes to watch him open his own. He pulled back,
his ice blue eyes watching me as I placed my right hand against his cheek,
causing a shudder to run through his body, but eye eyes never lost contact with
mine.

 

Opening my mouth to say something, I quickly closed it with
a click. Why open my mouth to speak when he evidently knew what I wanted? My
eyes fluttered closed and I took another breath, but I was startled when I felt
the soft leather-clad fingers touch my swollen lips. My eyes snapped open and I
nearly smiled at the gentle smirk that curved his lips.

 

He gently touched my lips before letting his hand slip down
my neck, making it arch at the soft touch before it slipped lower, curling
around the e ofe of my bare waist.  He leaned forward, his lips soft and pliant
instead of demanding this time, making a surge of feeling dance down my spine.

 

“What’s your name, babe?” he murmured against my parted
lips.

 

“Just… call me 'Ryn…” I whispered before I nipped his lower
lip, drawing it into my mouth to gently suckle it. “What do you want me to call
you? ‘Cause I don’t think you want me to cry out ‘Son of Sparda!’ or are you
just that egotistical, arrogant and kinky?” My teeth nibbled at his lip, my left
hand kneading into his shoulder while my right slid through his silky white
locks.

 

He laughed, his gloved fingertips running lightly along the
curve of my waist, sending little shocks of sensation through my body. “Dante,
babe. It’s Dante.”

 

“Dante,” I murmured, tasting his name upon my tongue while
I pulled his head closer, gently brushing my cheek against his, making my skin
tingle and revel in the feeling of longing it caused.

 

I turned my head, my nose nuzzling into the soft skin at
his throat, inhaling the scent that was laced with sweat. What would a devil
smell like? I wondered as I breathed in his scent again, noting that he smelt
like a warm dark n, wa, warm with sandalwood, a hint of a lightning strike
caressing and blending with the other smells. I knew it was Alastor that I smelt
on him, the lightning demon resting gently against the ground as he pinned me
against the wall, his hands… otherwise occupied.  Again I nuzzled my face into
his silver hair, feeling my body tighten at the though of that smooth,
skin-tingling hair against… other places.

 

He">He laughed as I nuzzled his neck, giving gentle, sucking
kisses upon his pulse. “You’re… affectionate, ain’t you?”

 

“What can I say?” I murmured against his skin. “I like to
please…” I smiled against the warmth of his neck. “So shut the fuck up and enjoy
it already, Devil boy.”

 

“Who said I wasn’t?” His voice replied on a soft puff of
air that sounded breathless. He pushed himself against me, making me arch back
and shiver in pleasure. “I’m more than enjoyin’ it, babe…” He moved his hand
from around my neck to run his fingertips along the laces that closed the
leather vest I wore as he pulled his body slightly back to look at me.

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I watched him through half closed eyes; his gaze was still
locked to mine as his gloved fingertips gently pulled at those leather laces.

 

As the laces loosened, I felt the constricting pressure on
my chest slowly ease. Soon the vest was loose enough that, with a quick flick of
his wrist, the lace went flying out and I saw his lips curve upward in a smirk,
dangling the string in front of my face before he let it fall down beside
Alastor.

 

My eyes stayed locked to
his as he slipped his right hand inside my vesestiesting gently right against
the lower part of my rib cage. The warmth from his hand went through the leather
to warm my suddenly cool flesh.

 

I closed my eyes as I felt his fingertips flutter over the
skin just underneath my left breast, and I felt a shred of doubt spike through
my mind. With great willpower, I shoved it into a remote recess of my mind and
locked it tightly. I’d worry about that later, but right now, I was thoroughly
going to enjoy having sex with this hunter.

 

Dante… I’m shocked that Sparda and his woman had named him
that, but then again, it fit in with his personality. Smart mouthed, vulgar at
times, down right sexy… but arrogant… and from Hell’s greatest Dark Knight.

 

My thoughts were disconnected when I felt warm flesh gently
hold the weight of my breast, and my eyes opened, startled as I looked into his
ice blue ones. My mouth opened to ask how he got the glove off, but that idea
was nixed when he gently placed his mouth on mine, his tongue taking advantage
of the part to duel with my own once he coaxed me into it.

 

Soft noises came out of my throat as I felt his warm
fingers knead my breast, gently circling the hardening tip before rolling it
between smooth fingers. Tingling spread down my spine, pooling in my lower back,
and even lower still as I gave a soft gasp, tearing my lips away from his,
arching my neck.

 

I bit my lip as my eyes closed, my right hand tangled in
his silvery white hair while the left held onto his shoulder as I felt his lips
almost gently brushing my cheek, nipping at my ear, suckling on the little
sensitive spot right beneath it on my neck. The soft noises that came from my
throat seemed to echo softly in the cathedral, and I swore that whatever deity
reigned supreme would be profoundly offended and we would be struck dead where
we stood.

 

However, that never happened. A soft golden light seemed to
surround us, almost giving it’s blessing at the sacrilege that was being
committed in its cathedral. I knew then that technically I was in serious
trouble with, seemingly, the gods agreeing.

 

The Hunter’s hair was silky smooth against my neck as he
nipped at my shoulder at the edge of the vest, his nose pushing away the fabric.
His hands had curled around my waist, holding my body against his as his head
traveled lower, the top of his head settling underneath my chin, feathery soft
hair sending gentle shocks through my body.

 

I felt his hands slide upward, thumbs settling underneath
the swell of my breasts. My eyes were closed as he pulled back slightly, his
right hand sliding from against my chest to hesitantly hover over my cheek
before I felt his soft palm cup my cheek, gently coaxing my face back down to
his for a kiss.

 

Our lips met, soft, gliding against each other, neither of
us wanting to dominate the feeling. My hands still slid through that lovely
hair, feeling pieces of it fall against my face.

 

His thumb stroked my cheek as our tongues dueled gently,
leisurely sliding flesh against flesh. Pulling away, his right hand angled my
head so that he could place soft kisses down to bite at where my neck and
shoulder converged.

 

“Dante…” I murmured softly, trying to tug his face up to
mine so that my lips could repay the favor. I looked into his ice colored eyes
when he tilted his face towards me, I wiggled myself closer as I brushed my lips
lightly against his face, over the tip of his nose, his eyelids that closed for
me, over the curve of his cheek, his chin before brushing gently against his
parted lips. I pushed my forehead against his, looking into his eyes at a close
view, my heart stopped at the beautiful light blue eyes, with a soft tint of
green within them.

 

I slipped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I
pushed my face into the crook of his neck, hugging him as tightly as I dared.

 

I sensed the slight confusion, but I felt his arms curl
around my back, holding me closer to him.

 

I felt his bare fingers ghost up my spine, lightly touching
my long copper hair before they settled against the back of my neck, the warm
fingers gentle kneading my skin.

 

Maybe I was reading more into it than what it was, but it
seemed to me the touch was tender… almost… loving. However I viewed it as the
fact remained, I would likely never see the Son of Sparda, Dante, again.

 

Pushing my thoughts of the future away for the present, I
let my teeth nip at his ear, feeling his body shiver against mine, and I felt
the soft pant of his breath when my own fluttered over the delicate curve. I
gave a little push to his shoulder. “Move back a little,” I murmured against his
cheek.

 

He obliged me, stepping back a little from the wall, and
with one arm curled beneath my hip, the other curled around my neck, I lowered
both my arms, shrugging out of my vest. I let it slide down my arms, catching it
with my left hand before I flung it out of our way… namely over Alastor. I
mentally chuckled. That demon would really be pissed at Dante once he took him
up again…

 

With a smile, I slipped my trembling hands underneath his
red leather coat, settling them upon his shoulders, several of my fingers lying
upon warm, bare flesh, the other upon the silk mock he wore underneath. Arching
slightly back in his securing arms, my smile turned shy as I saw his eyes trail
over my form.

 

His lips curved upward in an arrogant smirk as his eyes
settled back on mine. His bare hands slid up my spine, arching me further so
tit sit seemed I was offering myself up to his touch, which technically I was. I
wanted to feel his warmth, the warmth of his face, and the mist of his breath
upon my skin. I craved his touch and whimpered softly when his breath fanned
over one of my breasts, tightening my nipple into a hardened nub.

 

His face settled into the valley of my breast, nuzzling my
breastbone as his cheeks rubbed gently against the curve of my breasts. Waiting
a moment, he started to flutter kisses against my right one, before fluttering
them against the left.

 

A small chuckle came from his throat. “Breathe, Doll,” he
whispered before his mouth claimed my nipple, making my back arch more and my
held breath come out in a low moan.

 

My right hand had curled in his hair, holding him close
while giving him soft moans of approval. Every time he pulled, suckled, I felt a
sharp tug upon the invisible string that connected each breast to my loins. I
was in akwarkward position, but some how I managed to use my leverage push my
groin harder into his, feeling his hardness push back and making little moans
tumble from my throat.

 

He easily shifted his attention to my other breast, giving
it the same thorough treatment as the other, his fingertips kneading into my
spine. His lips traveled further up, caressing my neck to claim my lips, his own
fingers tightening in my hair as he held my head there, kissing me, nipping at
my lips and dueling with my tongue.

 

Our lips touched gently, our breath flowing over the
other’s lips in shallow breaths.

 

“Where?” I finally whispered, my fingers kneading into his
skin.

 

“Wherever you want, babe…” His whispered words tightened my
belly in almost anticipation.

 

“Here,” I murmured against his lips as I kissed him. “Now.”

 

He laughed throatily, stepping back further and turned to
walk towards the altar as I buried my face into his neck, trying to calm my
breathing as his hips shifted, making my body rub against his.

 

With seeming gentleness, he sat me upon the edge of the red
velvet-clad altar, shrugging out of his red coat, letting it drop to the floor.
He smiled at me, and with a flip of his hand, a duck of his head, the mock neck
lay on the floor on top of the coat.

 

He stepped forward between my parted knees, his hands
gently running down from my shoulder, down my sides to settle at my waist. He
leaned forward as I wrapped my fingers around his forearms to brush his face
against mine, each of us exchanging soft, lingering kisses.

 

We parted, looking into each other’s eyes as I felt his
hands move, the fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of my leather pants.
His lips curved upwards at the soft intake of air that I held, my eyes locked to
his as his fingers settled upon the center laces for my pants.

 

There seemed a hesitance about his form, in his eyes,
almost as if he were wondering if it were right before I placed my fingers
against his cheek, watching as his eyes darted back to my face.

 

With gentle fingertips, I stroked his cheek, reveling in
the silky smooth feeling of his skin, wondering if that were the result of the
blending of human blood with devil. I knew the smooth perfection of his chest
was devil blood…

 

The light that tumbled in from the stain glass window
behind me made patches of color shine upon his body, his hair shine beautifully.

 

His pale skin went well with the heavy black belt as well
as the dark red pants that covered his legs in leather. Even with the coat he
was well made; half-dressed was something out of a wet dream. His shoulders were
broad, and as I had learned, they took a bit of work to wrap ones arms around
them.

 

I reached out with a trembling hand, brushing my fingertips
down his cheek, against his jaw and down his throat. My fingers felt his pulse,
just a little bit wild before I let them travel lower, brushing against his
chest and curled around the warm flesh of his waist.

 

With my fingers gently curled around his neck, I pulled his
face to mine, giving him a passionate kiss. My left hand that had curled about
his waist pulled him closer to me, the smooth, warm flesh of his chest settled
next to mine.

 

He pulled back, his ice-blue eyes locked to mine again as
he took a step backwards, his hands slipping to curve around my hips, giving a
squeeze before they slipped back to the laces, tugging at them with confidant
insistence.

 

With little hesitation, the laces slipped free from the
knot, sliding effortlessly from the holes until the ending knots caught in the
first grommet. Bracing my hands behind me, I lifted my hips slightly, letting
his hands slip the leather from my body, gasps coming from my throat as his
fingers ghosted over my skin.

 

He knelt down on one knee, making quick work of the laces
of my boots to slide those off as well. Within moments, I felt his hands glide
up the backs of my calves, curving around to the outside of my knees, and then
slipping over the tops of my thighs before he wrapped his fingers around my
hips.

 

Rising upon his feet again, he wrapped his left hand around
my waist, pulling me to him while the other slid between my parted legs. His
mouth stifled my cry as I felt fingertips glide over my swollen lower lips,
dipping into the folds between, circling the small knot at the top that almost
made me convulse against him.

 

His hands that were so skilled, played between my legs,
gently feeling the warm, if growing wet, skin, and making me toss my head, my
breathing ragged, catching on moans.

 

I felt an empty ache between my thighs, making me clutch
somewhat desperately onto his arms as my head fell back in a cry of his name.

 

“Dante!” The name rippled upon my voice, my nails seemingly
trying to pierce his skin as he dipped his middle finger into my body, the tip
gently rubbing the front wall. My hips shifted, bucking almost into the
insistent feeling of his moving fingers against my flesh. I was trembling,
shivering and couldn’t stop the motions of my hips as he kissed my throat, wet
and open-mouthed.

 

For what seemed like forever, my world was narrowed down to
those moving fingers, the hot, wet mouth that suckled at my throat, as my
breathing came in ragged pants, hands kneading into his arms, desperate as I
felt my body poised on the brink of… something.

 

Before I could reach that edge, Dante gently withdrew his
hand, pressing his soft lips against my neck that was now laced with sweat. I
felt his one hand push the stray strands of hair that plastered themselves to my
face with sure motions.

 

My whole body ached for… something, and I knew that the
need was clearly displayed upon my face as I opened my eyes to catch his, his
palm cupping my cheek, the thumb gently stroking the swollen lips.

 

What was it that danced within his icicle colored eyes as
he watched me before he unbuckled his heavy leather belt and brought my
trembling hands to the waistband of his pants? Surely it was something alien to
both of us, as he seemed hesitant, almost shy.

 

With my fingers shaking against his smooth waist, I looked
up at him and watched him arch one eyebrow at hynehyness. I knew that my face
sported a pale pink tinge, and I mentally smacked myself. I had seen men in the
nude before, so why was this any different for me?

 

His smile grew soft, as it seemed he understood, before he
leaned forward, his lips gently brushing against the tip of my nose.

 

“Go ahead,” he murmured as he locked eyes with me again. “I
wonite ite your fingers… yet…”

 

Staring into his eyes, I realized with a start that I felt
secure… almost safe… and I don’t think I’ll ever know why, but even now when I
think about his ice colored eyes, I feel protected…

 

Slowly and with trembling hands, I timidly picked apart his
laces, trying hard not to knot them tighter. When I had finally pulled them far
enough to part, I tugged on his waistband, and they easily fell off his hips.

 

He gave me what I’ve dubbed the ‘Dante Smirk’, bending
forward, laying his warm cheek against my inner thigh, his silvery hair brushing
my belly. He fell to one knee as he made quick work of unbuckling his
multi-belted boots, throwing them to the floor along with his pants. As he rose,
he wrapped his arms around me, his lips seeking mine to take a fiery kiss.

 

His right hand curled under my knee, wrapping it around his
hip and I gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his warm hardness pressing
tightly against my most intimate part, his body heat shocking me.

 

I wondered what he was doing when I felt him slide his knee
onto the altar beside my hip before I was slid and turned, my body laying
horizontal with the altar, his body pressing gently, but firmly, between my
thighs.

 

One of his hands, his left I noted, held the back of my
head and neck in his warm palm and fingers, the fingers softly caressing the
skin.

 

I felt vulnerable lying underneath his body, my thighs
against his slim hips, my legs parted and spread for his body to be wedged
between them. His erect manhood pressed against my wet loins, poised, making me
whimper in anxiety for what was to come, wondering what it would feel like.

 

As embarrassingly trite as it was, I knew next to nothing
about sex, just the basic locomotion. I knew nothing, or rather, next to nothing
of the feelings, of thoughts, of emotions… of basically anything.

 

Like I had said before, I had seen nude men, but rather, I
never touched them, never... felt them in that way before.

 

ugheughed at the irony of the situation. How could a healer
not know about sex?

 

But, there was the bold face testament as I lay beneath the
half-devil’s well built body, feeling his weight slightly pressing into mine…
and I was frightened.

 

My left hand fluttered to rest upon his shoulder; my right
cupped his cheek, the trembling fingers stroking his temple.

 

I watched him as he took in my face, my copper hair that
was fanned out upon the red velvet altar, my eyes, which I knew were slightly
wide, my lips that had parted to help my shallow breathing.

 

The index finger of his right hand danced lightly along the
skin at my temple, trailing down to my jaw, and over to my cheek. It stroked
there, quite lightly, almost gently, before he took my lips with his. The soft,
non-pressuring kiss reassured me, and more importantly, muffled my cry as his
hips pushed against my body, his hardness piercing, parting my nether lips and
sliding, very slowly, into my untried body.

 

Pain colored my cry into his mouth as he pierced into me,
my hips arching into his.

 

To my shame, I felt tears fall down my face when my eyes
closed. My body trembled, my fingers clutching into his shoulders in a viselike
grip.

 

I felt fingertips dance against my skin, taking away the
crystalline drops. His lips followed suit as I felt him trembling in the effort
to stay still. He kissed me softly, and I knew that this time, it was tenderness
that made his kiss lighter, more delicate than before.

 

“Dante,” I rasped, tears choking my throat. My fingers
loosened their grasp slightly, but clinging no less desperately to his broad
shoulders, the nails digging in slightly as pain danced along my spine.

 

His fingers never stopped the gently gliding against my wet
cheek, stroking my temple as he leaned forward, brushing his cheek against mine.
“You didn’t tell me,” he murmured against my cheek. “Why?”

 

I struggled to speak, feeling pleasure and pain warring
within my body. “Couldn’t… Fate… wouldn’t… let me talk…” I arched slightly, my
eyes fluttering. “She… didn’t want… you to know…”

 

After I finally opened my eyes, I saw his ice blue eyes
looking at my face, watching for the discomfort that danced across my face to
fade. His lips curved upward gently before he dipped his head, softly kissing my
lips.

 

When he pulled back, I tried to speak again. “I think… for
us… pleasure will… always be… twined in pain…”

 

My voice trailed off when I saw his mysterious eyes shine
brightly before he dipped his head again, his lips brushing lightly over mine
while he murmured softly. “Relax. I won’t move just yet. I want… you to… enjoy
this…” He showered my face with feather soft touches of his lips, slowly coaxing
my anxiety away.

 

I felt my thighs tremble against his hips as he shifted
slightly, making me gasp softly as I felt him move within me. I closed my eyes
at the pain that pushed against the pleasure. With them closed, I could acutely
feel his hardness within me, stretching me past my breaking point. A shuddering
breath left my parted lips at the feeling of fullness that his body gave me, and
I felt myself quiver and clench around him.

 

His lips seemingly drank at my lips while he brushed my
cheek, whispering gently into my mouth. “Relax, Doll,” his lips brushed my ear
and throat with the same tenderness. “Just relax and things will go easier…” he
ran his tongue along the pulse in my throat. “Feel me here, above you, touching
you. Trust me.”

 

I arched my back, pushing up into him as he nipped my
throat. “I… already do. Gods help me, I already do…” I sighed as he licked at
the spot he bit. Giving a soft groan, I tentatively shifted my hips, making him
move within my body. “Move,” I gasped into his mouth when I pulled his face up
to mine. “I… want…” My throat closed with a click, stopping the words from
coming out. “Dante…”

 

“Hush,” he murmured, “just feel.” Slowly, he shifted his
hips back, moving away as his hardness started to slip out of me, making me
tremble groagroan from the sensation.

 

Before I could protest his retreat, he slid back in easily,
and with much care, making my eyes go wide in shock at the indescribable feeling
of him parting me, stretching me again far more gently than the first shock. My
hands flexed against his shoulders, my knee rubbing gently at his moving hip,
making him laugh softly.

 

“Wrap ‘em around me, Doll.”

 

I looked up at him through a mixed glaze of pleasure filled
pain as he pushed back inside me again.

 

“Your legs,” he clarified after stealing a kiss. “Wrap ‘em
around my waist. Makes it feel different.”

 

I complied, my trembling legs rising and sliding around his
trim waist while he pulled out. My eyes grew round and I let my head fall
further back, moaning in pleasure as I felt him slid even deeper into my no
longer sacred body.

 

The pleasure finally succeeded in eating away the pain in
my loins due to his slow thrusts, making my hips arch back and follow his body,
my fingers gliding along his arms and shoulders.

 

Dante bent his head to gently lap at my pulse that had
started to speed up, his actions a far cry gentler than before.

 

My whole world narrowed down to the feel of the Devil
Hunter’s body on mine, moving within me, and his lips a scalding pleasure
against my throat. My arms wrapped around his neck, burrowing my face into the
fall of his silver hair, my lips brushing his ear. My moans and gasps fell into
his receptive ear, making him repeat the motion that made the noise come out of
me.

 

Our bodies moved in synch as we fused our mouths together,
catching the soft noises that left our throats as he started to speed his
thrusts.

 

I couldn’t describe the feeling as the pain lost its hold,
merging into the pleasure. It wasn’t a soft pleasure, but sharp spikes that
shimmering up my spine with his every thrust, forcing a gasp from my throat that
arched at Dante’s lips on my throat.

 

His hand on my neck steadied me, the thumb stroking the
hairs at the base of my skull. Making sure that I wasn’t in any discomfort, he
thrust just a little harder, making my eyes flutter close. “Feel alright?” He
asked between kisses.

 

With my body singing in pleasure, I sighed, “Yeah…”

 

His fingers stroked my cheek when he pulled back. “Do you
think you’re ready for… a little more action?” His voice held laughter within it
as well as strain.

 

My eyes fluttered open as I felt sweat fall down my temple.
His eyes were a darker teal as I caught them. “I… think so…” My lips curled up
in a smi smile. “What… do you have… in mind?”

 

“Whatever you think you’re up for.”

 

“Do… whatever you’d… like,” I groaned arching into his body
as he slid slowly back over me, our sweat-slicked skin sliding together.

 

He slid his left hand out from underneath my head but not
before easily sliding his right arm under my shoulders, pulling me closer to him
as he braced his weight over me with his left hand stretched out beside my face.

 

The angle of his body within mine changed again as he
lifted me slightly above the altar, my back and neck arching off the red velvet.
I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, helping to support myself as he
leaned just a little further back, making me bite my lip to keep from crying
out.

 

I felt his knees pushed against my sides before he slid his
other arm around me, supporting me with his strong arms, his hands bracing my
neck and middle back. My body was opened wide to him and the ease in which he
held me made me relax further around his body.

 

With his restriction lessened, the Devil Hunter pulled
himself further back and with a swift thrust, impaled me again. Instead of the
slow, lingering motions he was doing before, Dante sped the pace, leaving me
panting, and my hips gyrating with his own.

 

This time, I could not stop the cry that came from my mouth
in the form of his name. The sensations were almost too much for my body to take
as I trembled and writhed under his ministrations.

 

The hard, fast thrusts made moan after moan tumble from my
swollen lips. The feelings of being on the edge kept hovering out of reach, like
a rainbow, where you can see but can’t touch. Almost like I could scale a hill,
but never make it quite up all the way.

 

I felt Dante’s right hand shift, coming up to stroke his
index finger between my eyebrows.

 

“Don’t think, Babe,” he rasped out. “You’re thinkin’ too
much…”

 

I mewled in response before he replaced his hand underneath
my neck. I didn’t know the concentration was showing upon my face. I tried to do
my best to not think as he asked me too, but I found it so hard when the
shimmerfeelfeeling crept up slowly, and then receded. It frustrated me.

 

Trembling, I felt his movements become a little rougher, a
little harder, a little more… erratic.  I pulled his face down to mine, slipping
my tongue against his, enticing him to duel with me.

 

My lips on his muffled his panting moans while his fingers
kneaded the flesh of my back. He gave a soft cry, kisses warm and demanding
before his hips jerked hard one last time. His erection pierced me fiercely
before he simply pushed himself as tight as he could get against my body, and
then he convulsed slightly. His lips stayed against mine as soft noises danced
from his throat.

 

My arms closed tighter around his neck, keeping him pressed
against me. I felt his warmth within me as sweat beaded and crept down my skin,
making me acutely aware of my swollen loins wrapped around him.

 

I felt one of his hands gently stroke my hair, pulling it
back away from my sweat-slicked back as he kissed my face.

 

He took in a deep, if shaky breath, as he stroked his
fingers across my lips. “I’m sorry,” he breathed harshly.

 

Blinking at him, I tilted my head, watching him watch me.
“Sorry… for what?”

 

He stared at me for a moment, and then laughed. “You truly
are innocent, aren’t you?”

 

I blinked at him again as he slid gently out of my body,
slipping my bottom to the edge of the altar before he gently coaxed my legs from
around him, gently stroking the skin as he did.

 

“What…?”

 

He gave me that same, mysteriously soft smile as he placed
his fingertip against my lips. “Shh, Doll. Let me do something to help you. You
were too tense. I suppose I should have been more attentive, but I can remedy
the situation.”

 

Swiftly, he knelt down in front of the altar, his hands
gently, but firmly holding my thighs apart as he took a moment to look at my
body before he leaned forward, his lips gently brushing my swollen flesh.

 

Mewling, I let my head fall back as shock flickered along
my nerves, waking the shimmering feeling again. I felt his lips move over the
apex of my thighs, his tongue gently flicking out to taste the wounded flesh.

 

My body trembled violently when I felt his tongue gently
slip out to lave my lower lips, taking great care with a gentle touch. Under his
ministrations, I forced my body to relax, forcing myself to just feel how gently
his lips were moving against me, his fingers gently stroking the soft flesh of
my inner thighs.

 

I heard him chuckle after he pulled his tongue away from a
throbbing bud of skin that he had just taken the liberty of teasing, letting me
rest my backside back against the smooth velvet of the altar. I was panting
heavily, trying to still the arching movement of my hips as his tongue played
within the folds and crevices of my loins.

 

My fingers tangled into his short, silver hair, gently
clasping him closer to me as my body grew tighter with pleasure, trembling
within the grasp of something I could barely comprehend. My voice gasped out his
name when he took that small bit of flesh into his mouth to gently suckle,
making my hips arch almost painfully while one of my hands left his hair to claw
uselessly at the red velvet beneath my body.

 

Soon, that shimmering feeling engulfed my whole body,
making me arch my back, tensing before I convulsed with a ragged cry, calling
out the Devil Hunter’s name as my vision collapsed and broke into a thousand
shards of shimmering light, shaking uncontrollably.

 

When I opened my eyes again, I looked up into Dante’s icy
blue ones as his fingertips gently brushed against my face. My body felt
languid, yet excited. It thrummed with the exquisiteness of the feeling, and I
regretted not feeling it while he was inside me.

 

His right arm was curled underneath my head and shoulders
as I lay against the altar, incredibly limp while his left softly stroked back
my damp hair.

 

I opened my mouth to speak, but my words didn’t come out
right. I closed my eyes, licked my lips and tried again. My trembling hand
reached out to cup his cheek, the fingertips gently stroking his temple.

 

Soft fingertips settled on my lips before he bent forward,
his lips brushing against my forehead. “No words,” he murmured before he wrapped
me up within his arms, his face nuzzling mine, his free hand settling upon my
belly.

 

At some unknown signal, we both sat up, fingers gliding
along the sweat-shined skin that was slowly cooling, leaving us shivering even
in the warm sunshine.

 

With no words, we each helped the other dress, our hands
lingering over skin, over hands. Once we were both… somewhat respectable, he
flipped Alastor over his shoulder, wincing and rubbing at his temple with his
ungloved fingers.

 

“Shut up, Alastor! I did not defile you like you
claim!” There was a pause while Dante listened. “Well, I’m sorry that you find
it so distasteful. I happened to thoroughly enjoy it.” There was another pause
and Dante practically growled, “Just shut up already or I’ll use you as a pizza
cutter!”

 

The sword mysteriously crackled that purple-blue colored
lightning and fell silent.

 

“Glad we agree on something,” he snorted before he turned
towards me, holding out his hand. “I…” He looked at me as I wrapped one of my
arms around his waist, taking his hand in my own holding it between our bodies.

 

“We likely won’t see each other again,” I finished his
thought as I buried my face into the soft silken shirt he wore, inhaling the
smell of his skin combined with his sweat and leather. “And… I don’t want to
leave…” I smiled slightly as I pulled away before he could fully close his arms.
“Mundus is more important… I’m… here for a reason, but I’ll be gone as soon as
you’ve gotten back into the corridor.”

 

I ran my fingertips against his face, seeing something
flitter briefly within his eyes before leaving. “I… I’ll find you if you want… I
mean, it can’t be that hard to find you… if… if you survive.”

 

He gave me that patented smirk and slipped his gloves over
his hands. “Oh, I’ll make it. You can bet that cute ass of yours on it.”

 

I blushed slightly as I pulled my hair back from my face.
“Go, Dante… Go before I decide to follow you…”

 

Faster than what I thought, he grabbed me and wrapped his
arms tightly around me, crushing my lips against his, possessively.

 

He pulled back and turned around, starting to walk towards
the double doors. As if thinking, he paused, slightly turning his face and
brought his right hand up in a salute. “If you don’t find me, I’ll sure the hell
find you…” I saw a smile curve his lips.

 

Just as he put his hand on the doorknob and turned it, he
turned back to look at me. “Be sure to bring him around soon, or I may be forced
to hunt you down.” His smile grew a little wider and he ducked out the door,
shutting it quietly behind him.

 

I stood there, staring at where he had departed, shocked.
My hand flew to my mouth before I sunk down to my knees upon the red carpet and
cried.