Demi-Fiends love.

I don't own any of the characters used in the fanfic. Dante belongs to Capcom, and the others belong to Atlus. This site really needs a SMT category, and I hope that this fic will give the idea to others to write SMT fics as well. The Protagonist doesn't have a name of his own in Nocturne, and I had called mine Naoya Kato so I kept it. Just in case you wonder. So well, just enjoy and please write Nocturne fics too!


He was feeling the magatama raging inside, but he would not speak of it. Its heat, its power was coursing through his veins in a delightful tingle of pain, and even if it might be dangerous for him to end up being cursed, the demi-fiend refused to stop its violent acting up. Sitting there on the cold, hard floor of the Kagatsuchi tower, arms around his legs, Naoya stared into the red light that emanated from the middle of the floor. They had decided to take a well-deserved rest before ascending any further for their final combat. The three gods he had been asked to destroy surely were awaiting him, and a few more minutes of waiting wouldn’t kill them, would it?
Not so far of Naoya sat Urielsama, the blue-skinned Seraph who shared his journey since a while now, absorbed in some deep thoughts of his. A bit apart of the others. Not that he didn’t like them, no. Just that he needed a bit of peace. Sure at first it had been strange for Uriel to team up with fiends such as the Harlot, the Four Horsemen and that… Weird little one with the trumpet, but now he felt comfortable with them around. The Harlot was amusing, she would entertain them at night with stories and fables of long lost times, often helped by the Trumpeter who would give more details now and then. Uriel liked to listen to her voice, and when he would close his eyes he could almost see her just like she surely had been before her death. Beautiful and powerful. Of the Four Horsemen, the white one was his favorite. Spiritual and humble, he was of good company and the Seraph liked to hang around him. And then there was Master Kato. The Protagonist, chosen by Lucifer himself. With his raven locks and those strange –tattoos- all over his body, Master Kato was attractive and Uriel was not insensible to his charm. Even though he was fairly young, the Master was no more the boy he had been at the beginning of everything. Of them all he was the most powerful. His skills were astounding, both magical and physical, and Uriel could only marvel at them each time they would battle.
Sometimes, their hands would touch each other and Uriel’s heart then would jump in his chest, his breathing picking up speed instantly and his eyes would sparkle with stars as they stare into Master’s ambers. Was that love? The Seraph hardly knew, after all he had been born not –that- long ago from the transformation of a Divine Throne, and even if he had the Throne’s memories and skills, it was just not the same. Besides… There was the other one that journeyed with them. That other demi-fiend who constantly had his eyes onto Master Kato. Uriel hated him. Dante was his name, and he was always hanging around the Master, watching him. Even now as Uriel sat near by, Dante was leant to the wall facing Master, his ice-blue eyes observing him intently. The Seraph was amazed really that Naoya hadn’t noticed how Dante would look at him all the time, but then again… He had never seen how Uriel himself would. Surely he was inexperienced in that domain, and well there also was the fact that Master Kato had enormous responsibilities on his shoulders, leaving him no time to rest and realize that he even existed. Oh he was caring with them all, gentle and polite, but you could read in his eyes that his thoughts were completely turned onto his –mission-. Uriel glanced up at the silver-haired male, tempted to give him a deadly glare but that would reveal way too much his feelings.
''Ho-oh-oh-oh Urielsan, you are again staring at Katosama, are you. Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?''
''Huh?'' Startled, Uriel sat up and blinked at the Harlot, and surely had his skin not been that pale blue a blush would have been seen on his cheeks. ''Don’t be silly. You are imagining things.''
''Am I? Then tell me young Urielsan, why is it that your eyes are deadly daggers when you look at Dantesan?'' And she drank a sip of that cup of hers. Only God knew what was in that cup…
''…He only annoys me. Always did. First he chased us down all through the Third Kalpa, playing with us like God with ants, and then he battled us to finally just decide that without his help Master cannot survive sooo he joins our party. I don’t know, that guy unnerves me… That attitude of his…''
''Sounds like love to me.'' She laughed again, petting one of the heads of the demon she sat on. ''Yes. Very much like it. Just make your move, Urielsan… You won’t know until you asked, no?''
''…I…'' He paused. It was useless. How can you lie to a creature like the Harlot? And he let his eyes drift back onto the Master, pushing himself up to his feet.
''Make a man out of yourself, Seraph.'' If she could have winked, she would have done it. But with empty orbits for eyes… It is a bit difficult, is it?
''…Yes. You’re right.'' And he smiled, dusting off his religious clothes as he showed a fainted smile. The Harlot nodded, satisfied, and directed her demon over to the Trumpeter.
''Don’t even think about it, blue-skinned.'' Uriel found himself nose to nose with a shiny weapon named Ivory the second he had stepped forth toward Naoya. So he had been right, Dante truly held feelings for the Master. ''He’s mine.''
''I have no idea what you are talking about, Demi-Fiend, but I highly suggest that you lower your gun or I will be forced to inflict you a correction that you won’t forget that soon!''
''Don’t play smart with me… I know what you’re about to do. But you’re too late, understand?'' Dante arched a brow, but did lower the gun. After all… They were playing in the same team, for the moment, and it was not the time to blow each other’s brains out. No matter how much Dante disliked Uriel, he was aware that the Seraph was very precious with his ability to heal them all in battles.
''…Too late?'' Uriel frowned. What was that supposed to mean? The Seraph tried a glance around Dante to see the Master who had lain down on the floor to nap. A large hand brought his head back straight.
''Too late as in too late, now just leave the kid alone.'' Dante replaced his gun in its holster, giving a gentle push to the other before turning around to return to Naoya. Sitting down on the floor against the wall, he pulled the sleepy boy in his arms and cradled him gently.
Uriel watched in awe. What? They already were that intimate..? And he felt a great tiredness invade him, as he turned around to slump into a corner far away from the two others.
Dante shook his head a bit, brushing raven locks off his young lover’s face. The poor one was exhausted, and the Hunter could feel the vibrations of the magatama raging inside the thin frame under his fingers. He knew that Naoya was not sleeping, and he murmured in his ear softly.
''…Let’s move to a more quiet place, Naoya. What do you say? The others will be fine without us for a little moment. I want to calm that little guy down…'' he said as he pressed onto Naoya’s bare chest, meaning the magatama inside. His fingers traced the glowing lines onto the boy’s skin.
''…What about Urielsan?'' He asked with a sleepy tone, clinging gently at Dante. ''And why are you holding me in such a way? I thought we said…''
''I told him.'' Dante stood up quietly, hugging to his large chest the smaller male. Amber eyes snapped up open to stare at him.
''You did? What did he say? Dan… Tell me you were nice.'' Worry made his voice tremble. Naoya reached up and touched his loved one’s face.
''He backed off, that’s what I wanted. Now… Just me and you for the moment, how’s that? Then we rest, and we head up there to kick some ass.'' There came that well known smirk, and Naoya couldn’t help a smile at the words. Resting his head against the other’s shoulder, he let Dante carry him to another room through a door.
''…I feel so tired.'' He hadn’t slept in days. The worries, the battles, the responsibilities, the magatamas… Everything kept him awake when the others would rest.
''Then I’ll give you something that will make you sleep, I promise.'' He winked, and laid the Protagonist down on the floor, petting his ebony hair.
''Really? What’s that?'' He smiled trustfully, watching the older man. Surely Dante had to be at least 2 or 3 times his age.
''Just wait and see.'' He knelt down beside the other, leaning to kiss him. This far, nothing new. They had kissed several times already, but this time Dante was decided to bring it much further. He wanted Naoya. And now.
''Mmmnn.'' The boy didn’t struggle, and his arms reached for the man as he was kissed, his eyes closing and his body easing up a little. Surrendering to this delightful embrace.
Fingers ran all over his naked flesh, and he shivered softly as he gave his tongue to the other, bringing one of his hands into the silver mane to press him closer. A warm, familiar sensation invaded him from top to bottom and he surprised himself wishing that it wouldn’t stop. Ever. His body arched when a hand found his fly and opened it, his eyes opened half way to observe the larger male. Dante had never taken it this far, and Naoya was a bit uncertain but obediently lifting his hips off of the floor when the other tugged at his pants, he gasped at the coldness of the ground touching his bare ass.
Not once did they break the kiss as Dante undid his pants feverishly, the clang of Rebellion falling on the floor surely had been heard throughout the whole Tower! But neither cared about it. The Hunter felt the urge to possess his lover at last, and although he was doing huge efforts to remain calm so he wouldn’t scare off the others, his hands were shaking as he battled with the red clothes. Another clang followed as the guns fell at their turn, and soon enough Dante was as naked as the Master. Naoya’s skin felt so hot against his! The lines had turned to a bright red for a second but then retrieved their sapphire shade. Dante ground his body to the smaller one, moaning softly into the Master’s ear. The latter could only breathe fast and cling at this man whom desire was pressing to his own. A finger found the full, wet lips of Naoya and Dante had another moan as it was sucked in. Wiggling the finger inside, he soon added a second one before he pushed them inside the trembling boy under him. Swallowing the little screams coming at Naoya’s lips, the Hunter worked his fingers in and out of the hot, tight fleshes until the hips started rocking at a steady pace against his work. Removing his fingers then, he gently parted the thighs of his lover with his knees, one of his hands pinning the boy down on the floor as the other guided his throbbing erection against the opening.
He didn’t wait. Couldn’t wait anymore, and he thrust himself all the way inside the tight, virgin column until his pelvis hit the boy’s ass. His tongue lapped at the silent tears that rolled down Naoya’s cheeks, his purring moans of pleasure crossing his lips incessantly. God he felt good. The young Master’s arms clung at Dante as his body followed the rhythm and despite the pain, he wasn’t struggling at all. He had gone through much worse than this, had he not. Dante reached for the ankles of his lover, and he folded Naoya’s legs to place the ankles onto his shoulders, pushing harder into the tight body. The boy’s back arched and he softly screamed in pleasure, trying to keep it quiet so nobody would rush in there to see what was going on. The overwhelming sensation of ecstasy had filled every part of his body and soul by now, and as Dante rocked him harder and harder, Naoya’s erection jumped against his soft belly. Needing some attention. Clasping it with a skilled hand, he had never made love before but he was not a total ignorant, he stroked it up and down quickly but he was soon stopped by Dante who gently took his wrists to hold them down on the floor. Whining in protest, he shook and twisted under the larger male’s body. His mouth kissed once again so his pleas wouldn’t be heard.
Dante’s pace accelerated, ramming his lover’s body until he gave the final thrust, impaling him onto his length that was buried to the hilt inside and holding him down there, he moaned heavily as he poured himself into the Master’s body. Taking a few seconds to calm down, he pulled away from the boy and smiled softly. His mouth trailed down the warm, desire-aching flesh and his lips found the throbbing length, closing around it firmly as he started bobbing his head up and down.
Stunned, Naoya’s hands came to rest into the silver hair of Dante’s head and he watched through half-lidded eyes his erection being swallowed into that hot mouth. Rocking his hips, panting hard, he moaned the older man’s name several times but it really was little time before he came hard and fast into the other’s mouth. Collapsing down on the floor, exhausted, he turned his head to the side and sighed in relief, pleasure and comfort. Afterglow. Smiling, Dante swallowed the thick semen and laid down beside the other, pulling him tight into his strong arms. Finally they had consumed each other. Dante had wanted to do this ever since he had met Naoya for the very first time in Tokyo.
''We should get dressed and join back the others…'' His voice was soft, feeble. Breathing heavy.
''We should.'' Dante had no intention to return there –right- now, but nevertheless he sat up and helped the Master putting his clothes back on. Getting dressed at his turn then, he took the boy in his arms and held him tight.
''Dan…'' He smiled. Leant to his lover. ''If I die later up there in the final battle… At least I will die happy. Thank you.''
''You won’t die kid, you hear me? I’m right here with you. The others are right here with you. We all follow you blindly, and we’ll win.'' Smiling, he winked. Kissing him one last time.
''…Yes. You’re right. You, the Four Horsemen… The Harlot. Uriel. Even Samael… Yes. You’re right. We’ll win.''
''Now you need to sleep.'' Standing up to his feet, Dante carried his lover back to where the others were.
''Dante?'' His eyes were closed. He was almost asleep now.
''Hm?'' He found a quiet spot near the huge dragon who slept on the floor, curled up.
''I love you.'' Naoya had a soft smile, and his body grew limp then as the sleep finally took possession of his soul.
''…And I you.'' Dante grinned, cradling the Master and closing his own eyes to rest.