Innocent Games

This is an extended version of a story "Innocent Games", posted on my page on Deviant Art.
If you don't like the idea of Wesker/Dante (Dante/Wesker), please, don't bother reading.

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Dante was lying on his back and watching the white ceiling of their bedroom with half-lidded eyes. He was not used to such an idle pastime, but at this moment it was impossible to get up and, for example, go and practice on his drum set, because his partner, a former evil genius and now just a living bioweapon, Albert Wesker was lying next to him and gently nipping his neck, while stroking his chest in slow circles.
It was a rare thing in their relationship that Wesker initiated the game. He usually let Dante involve him into the action, but this time was different.
Dante let out a soft moan as Wesker's teeth grazed tender flesh just beneath his ear, drawing a few droplets of blood, which were immediately licked off. He turned to Wesker, and their lips met in a kiss, which tasted copper. There were just their lips and their tongues, sound of kissing, Dante’s sighs, Wesker’s murmur and his gentle sharp-clawed hand, roaming across Dante’s abs, Dante’s fingers running through Wesker’s short hair.
Dante used to like it fast and rough.
He made a funny meowing sound as Wesker caressed and licked his nipples. One his arm slid down Dante's back when the half-breed arched his hips against him. His hand caressed Dante’s ass, squeezed gently his buttocks.
“Wes…”
“Yes, dear heart?"
Dante smiled at the name. The way it sounded always made him gasp for air in tenderness.
“Don’t stop…”
Wesker bent down and found a particularly tender spot beneath his jaw. His fingers traced slowly up and down Dante’s flat, quivering stomach, never reaching the belt of his jeans.
Dante reached up and stroked gently the contours of Wesker's face, traced his fingers across his jaw line. The skin there was cool and satiny after shaving. Dante could still smell the scent of an after-shave lotion. He brushed his thumb over Wesker’s lips and smiled, as he felt a wet tongue briefly touching the finger-pad.
They kissed again, this time more passionately, their bodies pressed against each other. Wesker sat on the bed, dragging Dante's unwilling form into a vertical position, which made the half-breed groan in discontent. However, Dante soon discovered the advantages of this position and curled up into a warm, heavy, purring ball on Wesker’s lap.
“I’m your cat…"
“Are you?”
“Mmm-hmmm…”
Downstairs, the phone rang.
"Wes… The phone…”
“Oh. I’ll answer”
“Don’t…”
“It may be a customer.”
“Fuck the customer…”
“I’ll be right back”.
Dante watched him leaving the room and sighed.
A few minutes later Wesker came back to their bedroom and found Dante lying on his stomach, obviously sleeping.
“Dante”, he called, sitting next to him and touching gently his shoulder. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting...". He bent down and placed a kiss between Dante's shoulder blades.
“Wake up… Dante…” Wesker started to massage his back, rubbing and pinching gently. Dante murmured something in his “sleep”. Wesker turned him on his back and kissed him on the smiling mouth.
“You were not sleeping”, he stated. Dante just made an amused noise in his throat.
“I can’t sleep without you”, he whispered, crawling again on Wesker’s lap. Wesker smiled and wrapped his arms around Dante’s waist, pulling him closer. He ran his fingers through the half-breed’s hair, and Dante rubbed against him and purred like a big content cat.
He was clenching the fabric of Wesker's turtleneck in his fists, running his tongue over the lines of Wesker's upper lip. When Wesker's tongue moved over Dante's lips, the half-breed pulled away teasingly. He chuckled when Wesker tried to come closer to kiss him again, and he craned his neck away.
“Stop it…”
“Stop what?”
“Dante..."
Wesker cupped his face in his hands and kissed him, catching the lower lip between his teeth. Dante craned his neck away again, Wesker's mouth moving down the column of his throat, nipping and kissing gently, hands sliding up and down Dante's back.
They were exchanging love-bites; Dante slid his hands under Wesker’s sweater and slowly pulled it off his lover.
“I’m glad… you stopped wearing your glasses indoors” he murmured, disheveling Wesker’s hair. "It was so inconvenient…”
They changed position, and now Wesker was leaning against the headboard, Dante straddling him, his jeans and briefs tossed on the bed. He shifted backwards and unbuckled the belt of Wesker's cargo pants, bent down and caught the zipper with his teeth and pulled it. Wesker made an impatient noise, and Dante hurried to undress him. There was a small pile of discarded clothes all around them in the sheets, so Dante swept them all onto the floor. He squirmed a bit, positioning himself between Wesker’s spread legs. The half-breed smiled brightly and slowly licked the tip of his cock. Dante’s lower lip ran the bottom of his shaft, gently gliding it from the balls straight up to the head. Dante sucked on it once, blowing hot air on it when he exhaled. Wesker breathed in as his lover’s tongue followed the same path. Each time Dante reached the tip, he swallowed on it a little longer than before.
He finally decided that it was enough and rose on his knees, straddling Wesker’s hips again just to move slowly downwards, impaling himself on Wesker’s hard-on. Dante hissed through his teeth, as he did, though he liked the pain when being penetrated without prior preparation. He slowly lifted himself up, then back down again. Soon he picked up the pace and was slamming hard onto his lover, panting and biting his lips. His hands gripped Wesker’s shoulders, while the Tyrant grabbed his hips, thrusting as well.
“Oh yeah…”
“Dante..."
“Oh…”
“Mmm…
“I’m… close…”
“Dante… please, look at me...”
Dante’s nails dug deep into Wesker’s flesh, leaving bright red bleeding marks. He forced himself to open his eyes and look up at his lover’s face. A thin vein was pulsing on his temple, his hair damp with sweat. Wesker gave the last hard thrust and inhaled deeply, his pupils widened, as his seed spilled into Dante's ass. Dante arched his back and cried aloud, as he felt tightness of orgasm build up within him. He felt like all his muscles were liquid under his skin, as a powerful wave rushed through his body. His semen splashed all across Wesker’s chest and abs. Dante collapsed on Wesker, still shivering, feeling thoroughly spent.

Some time later Dante was lying alone, curling into a ball between the sheets. His hair and skin were wet after a shower, and the only piece of clothes he had on was a towel, wrapped around his hips. He felt dizzy after a considerable amount of T-Virus was “injected” into his body. It was a usual aftermath of bareback sex… but comparing to mind-blowing orgasm he had it was just a minor inconvenience.
“Coffee?” Wesker, fully dressed, his hair neatly combed back, sat on the bed next to him.
“Mmm-hmmm…” Dante disentangled from the sheets and crawled closer to him.
Needless to say, they didn’t answer the phone calls that day.