La Brasier de Dante

NiuNiu Note

Since the reviewing for La Chaleur was so amazing and totally inspiring in FF.net I decided to do a sequel for it and for the fans of LC! I first thought maybe I should write few more chapters to La Chaleur, but then I felt the fic should be kept like it is and start another new one. The Désir Ardent is still undone, but actually it´s nice to have two fics. One that I can write when I feel something warm and fuzzy need to be let out and then this one when I just have to tease Dante and Lady with more Mature fanfic. … When my PMS symptoms hit me like with this fic, too. Damn, it seems I really need to keep my self occupied to forget all the horrors, hehe xD

So yeah, eventually this fic will be full M rated and lemony fresh as the La Chaleur was.

I want to stay loyal to it´s style so humor won´t be forgotten, either.

Still this fic is, as the all other ones I´ve been writing, made only for pleasing Dante and Lady fans for free. No selling and I definitely have no legal rights for Dante, Lady or any other that Capcom owns.

If you enjoy having a little peek to Dante's and Lady's shared bodies, then welcome for the ride!

This chapter contains a bit dirtiness but the will be a change when the plot develops. I have no idea this far what will happen in this xD Lets just see what Dante and Lady come up with by themselves and as we know, in my hands that´s never anything suitable for kids, heheh.

THANK YOU FOR FENRIS30 WITH THE GRAMMAR HELP! I owe you

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His horny cry echoed in the tile decorated bathroom, the throbbing feeling in his head making him feel dizzy for a moment. The blood left him, and his tongue glued to the back of his mouth. His muscles shivered, with drops of sweat running slowly down his skin. The hard grasp around his just-pleased manhood softened a bit, finally letting go. The salty smell leaked from the stains that now dirtied the floor and god knows what other places near him. He grunted, satisfied.

But no matter how nice the release felt, it was only a small wooden spoon.

His Lady wasn't there.

Catching his quickened breath with a long, huffed sigh, Dante looked down to his hand. Yet again his only lover had been his five fingers around himself. Well, being a man-at least half-a little self screw now and then was okay and welcome, but for Dante the little "now and then" had turned into "every mere second". Almost. Not that he would have been constantly yanking his pants down to spend some quality time with his flesh, but past times had still been quite…. sex filled. Without Lady, yes.

Of course Dante wanted to get wasted with Lady, at any time, any place, but that wasn't so easy anymore. The construction of her apartment building had been finished after the four months that had been perhaps the best time in Dante's life, but despite offering Lady a place to stay, even till the end of her life, Lady still moved back to her home. Dante didn't blame her, his crib wasn't one of the best or the cleanest in town, and for such an independent woman as Lady, moving back to her own place gave her the freedom she perhaps missed. They still saw each other on some hunting jobs, and Dante was always free to visit Lady; as well as she was free to visit him, too. He would only need to jump on her. Oh well, she would struggle-she still did that sometimes. Somehow her pride didn't give into the idea of being dominated by him-or any other-so occasionally Dante would let Lady take control. Not only let her take it, she took it. Dante still remembered with a wide grin the little blow job scene after the Love Planet episode. Damn, she had natural skills! It was almost as great as the time when Lady had, without any warnings, suggestions or other implications just stomped before him from the other side of the office, pushed him fiercely down to floor from his office chair and done him behind his desk. Dante was sure his nail marks still stood on the edge of the desk, his hand grasping it with a furious force when Lady had sent him to the other side of the universe, her pink lips grinning down on him. That had been perhaps the best fuck ever for him, and after coming back from his trip around the universe he knew instantly he wouldn't ever look at the desk the same way again.

Turning the shower on, Dante felt the cool water hit his shoulders and back. He rested his head against the tile wall, eyes closed. He really needed to ease himself like this if he planned to pay Lady a visit. It was happening again, and for some reason it was stronger than it ever had been. The demons' mating time, gnawing his demonic side like a curse. Dante was aware of this annoying little thing that had been his secret for a long, long time. He had thought it would get easier to stand as the time passed, but no. No, it grew only stronger, now almost driving him mad. He hated it, hated to be in a battle like that. In the deepest thoughts Dante was cursing his demon father and spat the questions for him-what freaking demon race did he belong to? What race had not one, but a few mating seasons in a year?! Like one wouldn't be enough to deal with, his urges suggested that Dante do things he didn't want to think about at all. He had his dignity and Dante had no plans to stain it with primal urges of Hell. Sometimes he thought was he a sex addict or just a freak – more than he already was that it. But no, he wasn't. This horribly horny feeling appeared and disappeared so regularly Dante knew it was only the mating time. He didn't want any kids! Why did it need to pester him so much?

Opening his eyes and straightening his tall form, Dante wondered if he should pay Lady a visit. They hadn't seen each other for a while. Lady wasn't feeling well at all, and though she said nothing Dante knew what was the matter. He wasn't blind or stupid. Women had their own curses to deal with and it seemed for Lady that time of the month was extremely hard. When Lady lived at Dante's he had kept his mouth shut, letting Lady rest while taking the hunting jobs by himself; after returning he would take Lady into his warm embrace. He was able to see she ached a lot every single time, and to be honest he was a bit worried about Lady. That was the reason he wanted to pay her a visit and maybe cheer her up with some chocolate (or booze), but then he was a bit concerned about his curse, too. The small libido pleasure should give him just enough time before the next wave would hit him. Maybe he would be able to visit Lady and then return back here before the urge hit.

Dante had no intentions of making Lady scared of his mood swings-or free himself with any other woman than her. It would make Dante feel like he had cheated on Lady, though they really just had a normal relationship. Though they truly...loved each other. They loved, and truly respected each other so much that no normal relationship ties were needed. Dante enshrined their connection so deeply he didn't want get it spoiled by his urged actions. Not toward Lady or any other female. Dante was fully aware he would have no problems of getting a pretty bed warmer to his sheets whenever he liked, but he was a gentleman.

"Gah, maybe I should just shoot myself…" Dante grunted reaching for the towel knowing he wouldn't be able to free himself from this world so easily. Talk about being half immortal… Well, in any case, he had already decided to pay Lady a visit. He could at least check out how she was doing and if she needed anything.

Stepping into his pants, Dante huffed again. This mating time had just started and there would be many long and disturbed days still ahead. If only he knew how to cure or ease this feeling he would be glad, instead of feeling like a wild animal in a bad light...

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The blue front door creaked softly when Dante entered Lady's house. All of the stuff that was moved was now in their rightful places, the apartment finally looking like home. Walking further in Dante soon found Lady lying on her side on the sofa, under a white chocolate cover blanket and watching TV. She spotted Dante and greeted him, turning her gaze back to the TV.

"What´s coming from the telly?" Dante asked while taking his boots off. Lady shrugged her shoulders.

"Some cooking program".

Dante walked to the sofa and Lady pulled her legs up to her chest, giving Dante some space to sit down. When his form had adjusted on the sofa Lady pushed her legs back, resting them in Dante's lap.

"But you never cook", he pointed out nodding to the direction of the TV where the young male chef was making a barbecue style dinner.

"Cooking is boring", Lady mumbled and nuzzled deeper under the duvet, her hair spreading over the pillow against her cheek.

"That´s why I brought you this", Dante said, pulling a chocolate bar from his jacket pocket. He threw it to Lady who snatched it on the fly like a cat. "Gotta keep sure you don´t lose those curves of yours when eating nothing", he added and yanked the jacket off, setting in on the armrest of the next chair. Lady sniggered.

"Oh geez, thanks. Like every woman would like to have a few extra pounds," she sniggered again, but became then serious. Turning her head to Dante she peeked at the demon over her shoulder.

"Thanks, Dante."

"Ah, whatever, don´t sweat it".

He took Lady´s sole between his palms and massaged it gently. From a little hum Dante knew Lady liked it. No words were spoken for awhile. They just stared at the TV like cooking would be the most interesting thing in the world; though the atmosphere in the building stayed free. They just didn´t need words when they were together.

"So, how are you? Any aches, pains? Do you need anything?"

"Yeah, I need to be a man", Lady murmured, sounding bored. "You´re so lucky not to have these kind of freaking times.''

Dante laughed, a bit nervously.

But yeah, I've got aches and pains and the mood swings are just a pain in the ass." Lady stated. "The fridge is completely empty for me not being able to go to the market, and here I am lying on the sofa and eating that barbecued duck with only my eyes.''

Dante kept rubbing her small feet, taking the other foot for massaging.

"I can do the shopping. Just write me a memo and I'll bring the stuff you need. I can also cook.''

Lady turned swung her head to Dante, cursing when the dizzy feeling got her.

"Argh, son of a--! …Auh…. Oh… Are you saying you would cook?"

Dante grinned like a little boy.

"I´m a quite good at it, actually."

"No, that can´t be true. You live only on junk food." Lady spoke in disbelief. "Can you really cook?"

"Wanna get surprised happily by my cooking? Just give the shop memo and I´ll make you something to eat."

"How come you never told about this when I lived with you?"

He shrugged his shoulder casually.

''Well, as you said, cooking is boring, yet I'll gladly make you something now since you aren't feeling well.'' That spread a warm smile on Lady´s lips. "And besides, I doubt you would have forgotten how busy we were when you lived at my place."

Dante´s Casanova grin was impish.

"God, you´re horrible!" Lady huffed pretending to be hurt and slowly stood up. She walked with half wobbly steps to the kitchen, took some paper from the kitchen shelf with a pen and sat down. For a long moment Lady sat there, having Dante now standing by her side. Finally she sighed and hit her head on the table.

"I´m too tired to think at all", she muffled against the table´s surface. "Just take my wallet and buy what you can with the money in it." Then she turned her head to Dante´s direction, letting her cheek rest on cool material. "Surprise me with your shopping."

"Oh, okay,'' Dante answered and navigated himself to the hall and to Lady´s handbag. Lady didn't see him any more, but she heard him talking to himself out loud.

"So, whipped cream and handcuffs it is then."

"Interesting dinner you´re planning there", Lady yelled back. The snickering echoed from the hall.

"I though maybe some demon meat would ease your hunger decorated with whipped cream and handcuffs,'' he spoke, not being sure if he was speaking about Lady´s or his own hunger. "Of course, if you´re having enormous pains I can always eat you..."

"Just keep going to the market until its doors close." Lady pointed out leaning on the wall near the kitchen, looking at Dante with tired eyes. She really was in a bad shape. Dante smirked and walked back to the armchair where his jacket still rested, took it and when passing by Lady he stopped for a moment.

"Yes, my love,'' Dante spoke histrionic with his common style next to her and leaned down for a small peck. "Wait for me. I shall return."

"Yes, my love,'' was Lady´s equal response and to make him finally move his body to the direction of the local market, Lady patted his butt. "Just get going already.''

The small hand gesture made Dante's eyes flash quickly, though he believed Lady didn´t see it, thanks for the dim light of the hall. He turned hastily around and hurried outside.

After that touch he really needed some fresh air.

Good freaking mating time's hormones and all that other shit. Just keep your mouths shut for a bit longer! Not at Lady´s place, no…