The Other Side of Anger

Author's note: I do not own Devil May Cry nor anything affiliated with the game series. That right belongs to Capcom, lucky devils. ^_~





Dante was pissed. I knew that even before the man walked in the front door. I could feel his annoyance and agitation resounding in my head as he dismounted the bike in the damned garage. So it didn’t surprise me in the least when the door slammed open, the rather angry demon hunter stomping inside, slinging more curses and leather than a rabid rodeo bull. Knowing it was healthier to get out of the way, I jumped up from behind his desk, where I’d been reading in his chair and skinned to the other side of the room, just quirking a brow at him, keeping my mouth shut. He stormed over, kicked the chair back out and flopped down in it, slamming both guns to the desktop. That surprised me; he usually took better care of those pistols then he did himself.



I caught mutterings of the ineptness of human males laced with choice animal parts and couldn’t help but giggle. The small snicker brought those storming eyes to me and Dante actually snarled, teeth baring in a vulpine grimace. I blinked then frowned. What in hell had I done? Thanks to my red-haired temper, I actually asked the question and got a growl and snap in response. Dante just shot up from his chair, slamming the unoffending piece of furniture into the wall and stormed around his desk, throwing his gun belt on the couch so hard I actually heard a spring pop. This was getting ridiculous. So naturally, against all my good sense, I mouthed off and told him so.



“Shut the fuck up, Jayden,” he snarled, turning his back to me. “You don’t know shit, so just shut up.” My eyes widened in outrage. The nerve of the bastard! Unable to stomach this unfair treatment, I shot to my feet, both hands on my hips. “Well, don’t get your boxers up your ass at someone else then come home and take it out on me, you damnable devil!” I fumed right back. “Whatever you’re so menstrual about, it wasn’t my fault!”



Dante whirled around, the very embers of hell raging in those lovely eyes. Which were hooded and narrowed as he glared at me. “What did I just say, Jayden?” he snarled and I saw those hands clench to fists at his sides. Not smart, Jayden, I warned my brain, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t take shit well. Not even Dante’s. Whom I worshipped. It stunk and offended my sensibilities. I was slowly getting pissed as well. Crossing arms over my chest, I cocked a hip and glared back. “To shut the fuck up, Jayden,” I sneered, a perfect intonation of his growl.



“Then why aren’t you doing it, woman!” he yelled back, shoulders bunching. Oh yeah, I thought sourly, let’s fight, shall we? So I hollered right back, near to fuming. “Cause I didn’t piss you off, you infernal man! All I know is you just stormed in here and started swearing to high heaven and slinging stuff around the house…” I finally had to shut up, because he was now advancing on me, a murderous look in those storming eyes. I gulped, realizing my mouth had finally run away with my butt and fought the urge to shriek and run. I’d never run, not from Dante. He’d spank my ass for it. So I stood my ground, though quailed inside. If he smacked me, I’d maim him.



He stood in front of me, staring down at me like the very wrath of God. Good Christ, he was visibly shaking, he was so pissed. But to my horror and dismay, I felt my mouth opening again and my sassy voice saying, “It wasn’t my fault, Dante, you had no right to just come in here and take out your spleen on me.” I thought I was going to get out more, but apparently not, for I heard something akin to a roared growl and a snarl, then I was suddenly snatched and shoved rather roughly against the nearest wall, right beneath the severed mounted head of something disgusting. I didn’t know the name of the beast and that really wasn’t priority on my mind right now. I was more worried about the beast that had me pinned to the paneling.



Long fingers dug into my ribs; a hard thigh shoved between my knees. One hand reached up to yank my hair, pulling my head back. I nearly yelped, that hurt, damnit! But my eyes narrowed and I glowered back at him as he glared down at me. “One of these days, Jayden,” he swore, a throaty rumble deep in his throat.



I wanted to bite him. “What you going to do, kill me? Do it, devil hunter,” I challenged. “I fucking dare you!” Why was I pushing this? Good God, Jayden, shut up! But my temper was nearly as bad as his when riled, good ol’ Irish blood. Dante just roared and snarled to my sass; for a fleeting moment of terror, I actually thought he might tear out my throat.



But he just ground his teeth and fought with his blood, I could feel the raging heat of his body, plastered against mine. But it was a delicious weight, I realized with a sinking stomach. My chest began to heave slightly as my toes started to curl. Oh, Christ. I wanted to squirm, but was unable to move anywhere with him shoved against me like he was. It started to get rather warm in the living room. Blue eyes opened and stared at me, the anger slowly giving way to another damnable monster; the monster of lust.



I started to shake my head and negate this madness, but there was next to nothing I could do about it. Rage needed an outlet, no matter what the vehicle. Dante snarled again, but this time his eyes slid from mine, coming to rest on my lips, which were parted thanks to my heaving breaths. God, God, God, God, I thought wildly, seeing those cerulean orbs darken to indigo. Words weren’t necessary; flesh was doing all the talking. My limbs felt as if they weighed a ton each. Dante shifted against me, making my stomach clench in wild flutters. I gasped at the sensation, licking dry lips. I heard him groan and he all but lunged for my mouth; dimly I heard him whisper, “…hell, Jayden,” just before his lips slashed over mine, driving my head back against the wall.



I saw stars, I swear. My head thunked the wall, a muted whimper leaving my mouth to be absorbed by his. It hurt. But I wanted it too. My hands left the wall to grip his head, holding him against me as our mouths ground together. How long had I wanted this? Oh, about forever. I wasn’t about to let it go now.



That seemed to be just fine with Dante, because he shoved harder against me, sliding me up the wall a bit more. I moaned out loud and he immediately eased, lips still plastered to mine, but not with the former bruising intensity as before. Smooth soft lips slowly caressed mine, tongue painting my lower lip languidly before nudging my mouth open a bit more and thrusting inside. I whimpered; I couldn’t help it. I was plastered against the wall with Dante’s tongue in my mouth. Dreams do come true, I realized dimly as his tongue found mine and stroked. Long killing fingers gripped my hips, pushing me back to slide down my jeaned thighs, hauling my knees around his waist.



I let my hands slide through that white hair, soft as silk to my fingers. Returning his mouth’s caress, I kissed him back, tilting my head and meeting his tongue with my own, the smooth wet muscles slipping and sliding languidly against the other inside my mouth. I wanted, I wanted, I didn’t know what I wanted, but by God, I never wanted it to stop. My heart was beating so loud in my chest I thought it might explode, or at least overheat.



All of a sudden, our kiss turned rather sloppy, as Dante groaned and just licked at my mouth, sliding his tongue around the contours of my lips and I thought I was going to faint as he pushed his hips against me. Pulling back for a heaved breath, I stared at him, nearly cross-eyed and kissed him again, teeth catching his full lower lip and drawing it into my mouth, tongue slithering over the soft sensitive flesh. He groaned, tongue playing across my teeth and I felt those skilled fingers sliding up the back of my thighs to cup my rump, strong digits kneading flesh.



My ankles crossed behind him, trapping him between my legs. Didn’t seem to bother him, because he just leaned harder into me, flattening my breasts against his hard chest. Leather rasped against cotton and denim, sibilant sounds coupled with our heavy breathing loud in the silent room. My back arched from the wall; damnit, my mobility was so restrained, which was probably his intent, the miscreant. Those hot lips slid from mine, tongue sliding over my chin and down the column of my neck, teeth catching on flushed skin under his caress. I moaned, tilting my head to the side to allow him full access to my heating flesh. I bit back a squeak as a hard thigh shoved between my legs, my body sitting astride his leg, freeing his hands.



Leaning back a bit, Dante continued to assault my throat with lips, teeth and tongue, playing over the thumping pulse that beat wildly under his mouth. My head spun, moaning high in my throat as rough hands sought and found my breasts, boldly cupping the firm fullness through my t-shirt. Nipples peaked to his ministrations, rough against the fabric, spiraling my senses and making snakes writhe in the pit of my stomach. Teeth scraped my neck as his thigh pressed harder into the apex of mine, lifting me a bit.



I had to do something, so I made my own hands move, eager to return the favors. My hands wanted to slide over all the luscious flesh the leather hid. I fumbled with the zippers and buckles on his vest, hearing his throaty chuckle to my snarled growl. “Get a-move on, Jayden,” he rumbled into my ear, teeth catching the lobe to suck deep within his mouth, hands still fondling and caressing my breasts. I all but ripped the damned thing open, sliding seeking fingers under that sinful fabric, overly warm skin meeting my hands. Sighing in complete bliss, I stroked velvet skin over steel muscles, further undoing the damnable clothing. That completed, Dante’s hands left my body only to shrug off the offending material, then yanked my shirt out of my jeans, running long skilled fingers over my own flushed skin.



I gasped as he pushed up my bra and those calloused palms met bare skin, nipples eagerly rising under his tough. I returned the favor, drawing nails over the hardened nubs on his chest. Dante hissed in a breath, eyes gone dark with desire and lust. Our lips met again, tongues writhing sinuously between joined mouths. My hands feasted on his flesh, devouring the skin bared for me. Feathered touches traced over every scar, every slight imperfection that roamed his big body. I felt him push at my shirt and reluctantly broke from his mouth to lift my arms obediently as he tugged off my shirt and bra, throwing the clothing over his shoulder. Licking at my lips again, he trailed hands down my breasts and stomach to grip my hips, bending slightly to lift me higher, lowering his head to my chest, and I nearly choked on a squeal as that devilish tongue lapped at the valley between my breasts.



Dante grunted and bent me back a bit, pulling me away from the wall, grinding our hips together as he nibbled and licked his way across my chest, white head nuzzling at my breasts. I was panting already, Christ. Eyes closed, he only smirked as he drew his tongue across the mound of one globe, spiraling his unhurried way to circle the aching tip with his tongue. I moaned and sank fingers deep into platinum strands to keep him right there. But he wasn’t leaving; teeth caught the pebbled nipple and pulled it into his mouth, lips closing and sucking gently, then harder, feasting on my flesh.



He continued to torture me, finally succeeding in having me writhing against his body and the damnable unmoving wall. My eyes were dilated, I just knew and breath panted through parted lips. Lifting his head, he smirked at me, licking my chin. “Sass me again, woman, and I’ll turn you over my knee,” he growled, slowly easing me to my feet, my body all a-tingle from the heavily erotic stimulation. I blinked, then narrowed my eyes at his damnable grinning face. Summoning all the willpower I could to make coherent words, I snapped back, “I dare you, damnable devil.”



Dante blinked, obviously not expecting me to retort, but his teeth bared in a hateful snarl and he growled, the sound rumbling in that magnificent chest. Glowering down at me, cerulean eyes gone stormy grey, huge hands snatched my bare arms and yanked. “You just don’t fucking know when to quit, do you, Jayden?” he half snarled, half roared. I wasn’t able to toss back a sassy remark, for he just bent and I yelped as I was slung over a broad shoulder. I kicked and fought, but a massive hand descending on my butt with a resounding crack stopped that. I looked down long crimson clad legs as Dante strode from the living room to the back of the house; dear God he was going to beat my ass! A thread of fear wormed into my stomach, along with a tingle of vibrant excitement. We were going to the bedroom, I noticed with a helpless grin.



I squeaked in surprise as I was rather rudely flung on my back across Dante’s rumpled bed and tried to dash to my feet, the better to regain a bit of my dignity, but he pinned me, sitting on my knees. He didn’t even bother to look at my face as one hand planted on my bare stomach, holding me to the mattress. The other yanked at the snap and zipper of my jeans, tugging them open. Well, wasn’t this abrupt? But Dante rose to his feet and took hold of my ankles, jerking the denim down over my hips. Before I could kick him, he’d shucked the pants off me and snatched me about the waist again. I expected a repeat of last time, sans the wall, but no, I was indeed flung over his lap, my rear in the air.



“I warned you, woman,” he growled as I flailed and squawked. “That mouth’ll get you in to worlds of trouble.” I never bothered with ‘grannie pannies’, as I’d heard ‘em called, and rather enjoyed the freedom of a slender g. But it was a tad inconvenient, having both my ass cheeks bared right at the moment. The sharp crack of his hand against my rump made me jerk; I wanted to bite the fucker and I told him so. Loudly. Yelling through my hair. He just growled a dark chuckle and repeated the gesture, making me jolt across his lap. Fuck, that hurt! I thrashed, but he only hit harder, punishing me for my mouthiness. I was gonna geld the bastard! Fists knocked hard against his calf and shin, but he only thumped his foot to the floor, jarring my teeth.



“You’re making it worse on yourself, Jayden,” he informed me coolly, yet again cracking his palm against my butt. “I warned you about that mouth, and you just kept on. You’ve been a smart ass since I met you. About time someone beats that tender little meat.” The indignance!! I screamed and tried to sink teeth into his calf, but the heathen still had boots on. He continued busting my butt, not a true beating, but just enough to let me know he’d meant what he’d said. But with every slap of his palm against my buttock, his fingers lingered a bit longer every time. I couldn’t help involuntarily jerking when he smacked me, but blood was rushing to my head, making me dizzy. The pain was actually delicious.



I began to wiggle on his lap, unable to help it. My lower lip caught between my teeth as I fought to keep a whimper in my throat as I jerked. But it wouldn’t stay there. “…D-Dante…” I moaned, writhing across his thighs. With a sudden realization, I heard his own rough breathing and let myself enjoy a bit of a small revenge. Hn, figured. But he finally gave my abused rump one last smack and growled, hauling me back upright to sit crossways in his lap. Fingers bit into my upper arms and he brought us nose to nose, icy eyes glaring into mine. “We learned our lesson, Jayden?” he asked sternly.



My lips twitched. Just who did he think he was? God? I fought a snort. Hardly. But I couldn’t help recall the writhing from earlier, both of us wallowing so deep in lust. “Yes, Dante,” I said demurely, “I’ve learned.”



“Good.” He started to say something else, something degrading and dealing with his whole ‘lord of the manor’ routine, but I just gave him a siren’s smile and slid fingers down his chest, dipping tips just beneath the waist of those sinful leather pants. Maneuvering around in his lap, straddling his waist, I wiggled my still warm bottom against the growing arousal under that crimson fabric. “And I plan to sass you even more, hunter, so you might as well get used to the idea...”






...to be continued...