記憶したか? (kiokushitaka) wrote in anathema_, @ 2009-04-02 22:27:00 |
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Current mood: | horny |
Current music: | Blink-182 - Always |
Lovegame
Moar Dante/Leon smut.
“Let’s go to a gay bar.”
“Wait, what?” Leon blinked, had he heard that right? “Why?”
Dante laughed, “The beer’s cheaper, for one… and for two, why not? It’d look more convincing if I brought a dude and not one of the babes pretending to be a fag hag. Are you… not comfortable with your own sexuality to sacrifice appearances for cheap beer?”
“Well, when you put it that way…”
And that’s how they ended up there.
Several beers, a few Irish Car bombs, and three fruity martinis later, Dante was trashed and having a fantastic time. Leon wasn’t quite as drunk, but he was close, still nursing his sixth Guinness. The room was moving sluggishly, that totally inebriated illusion that often made one sick. Though, to be fair, the chirpy techno music playing in the background and the bright neon rainbows all around the bar weren’t helping. Leave it to Dante to not only convince him to go to a gay bar, but to drag him to the noisiest one. The white haired man sat back down next to the blond heavily.
“Woo…!” he exclaimed, wrapping one arm around Leon, “This is probably the most fun I’ve had in a while, how ‘bout you, buddy?” He was at that stage where he didn’t remember anything about personal bubbles, practically breathing on Leon’s neck.
“Yeah,” he said, decidedly more reserved than the man in red. “It’s a little loud in here, though.” He added, not caring much for the musical selection.
“Yeah, the music fucking sucks.” Dante agreed.
“I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta take a piss.” Leon said, heading towards the bathroom amidst the haze of smoke and throbbing neon lights in time with the music. People were dancing in the center of the establishment, and he didn’t notice that Dante was following him until he got to the restroom and saw his reflection in one of the mirrors. “Dante?”
“Huh? Figured we were gonna leave soon, so…” he trailed off, unable to form the rest of the sentence. His face was red from all the alcohol In his system. There was a couple kissing fervently against the wall just outside the toilet that Dante couldn’t stop staring at. Leon glanced over, but didn’t linger like the white haired man. He headed inside and Dante waited outside for him, the room spinning ever so slightly. He sat on the couch in the room that led to the restroom, if this were a women’s room it’d be a ‘powder room,’ but that wasn’t quite it either. Kind of like an antechamber of some sort with mirrors and some seating, presumably for waiting, primping and et cetera. When the special agent finally came back out, Dante got up and patted him on the back.
“I’m so fucking drunk right now…” he murmured, nuzzling the blond. Leon shivered, Dante’s breath on his heated skin was incredibly distracting while he was in this state.
“I can tell.” Leon said in a breathier whisper than he intended. He hadn’t expected Dante to become so forward, but there he was being pushed into the wall by the devil hunter. “…Dante…?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at the alcohol-addled behavior he was exhibiting.
“Mm, Lady keeps telling me that I need to lose the stubble, says it’s terrible when we kiss…” he said, “…what do you think about it…?”
“Well, I-” he was cut off by a very sloppy kiss on Dante’s behalf, although not half bad if a little wetter than he preferred, but this could easily be a side effect of how ‘fucking drunk’ the white haired man was.
“Goddamn, Leon…” Dante slurred, “You’re sho fuckin’ pretty.” He pulled back and looked into Leon’s eyes with his own half-lidded ones. Sporting a goofy grin, he reached for the man’s hand and pulled him towards some stairs. All things considered, Leon wasn’t in enough control of himself to deny the son of Sparda and acquiesced, letting himself be dragged up the stairs to what he assumed were rooms reserved for patrons with no way of getting home. Or… sex? He wasn’t sure… this was one of the most interesting bars he’d ever been in, but it probably had a lot to do with the fact that Dante lived in such an… interesting part of the city.
Soon enough they found themselves in an empty room with a simple bed in the middle. Dante was still pretty far gone, and Leon wasn’t too far behind him (or he might have protested a little more than with quiet whimpers) as the devil hunter pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
“So, the stubble’s not that bad, right?” he asked again, hands trailing over the blonde’s skin tight shirt, causing him to shudder slightly. Ooh, that wasn’t totally unwanted, now was it? Dante grinned a little wider, far too amused with the sounds he was able to get from the special agent.
“Why don’t you stop worrying about your god damned stubble and kiss me?” Leon finally asked, breathing heavily from Dante’s teasing touches. “Shit… you’re making me so hot…”
“Mm, touché.” the white haired man said with a lilt in his voice, “You saying that… just made me get hot…”
“Well maybe we should fix it.” Leon smirked back up, his signature sarcasm peeking through the drunken haze.
“Maybe we should. And while I’m at it, let me shut that smart mouth of yours.” he said as he leaned down again, working on the shirt while he kissed Leon passionately, parting only to lift the shirt up over the blonde’s head. As soon as that pesky garment was taken care of, their lips crashed together again. The meetings were sloppy and ungraceful, but neither man cared. Dante started to trail kisses down Leon’s neck and shoulders, earning himself a few low groans. The kisses continued downward, lingering at his nipples and belly button. The blond was squirming some when Dante flicked his tongue out to trail down the center of his stomach, down, down… stopping just above the waistband of his pants.
“More…” he pleaded with the other man, shifting so he was leaning against the headboard and wall. “Dante, please…” his voice was almost a whisper. The white haired man looked up at Leon and grinned, devious glint in his eyes that turned the special agent on all the more. Deftly opening his pants, Dante gently pulled them down to expose Leon’s throbbing erection to the cooler air of the room. He wrapped a hand around the shaft and pumped it a few times.
“Someone’s enjoying themselves.” he mused, planting a kiss on the head.
“Ahh, Dante… fuck! Blow… blow me…” it came out more like a whimper than a command, and this amused the devil hunter immensely. He breathed on the tip, then took it into his mouth, sucking on just that before taking more in. He was able to swallow most of the length, working his throat against it. He bobbed his head some, hummed in amusement when he felt Leon thread his fingers through his hair, flicking his eyes upwards to see the desperate expression on the man’s face. He crawled back up to Leon, straddling his freed length to kiss him. The blond moaned into the kiss, and reached down to undo the zipper of Dante’s pants and pulled his shaft out, rubbing it against his.
“Mmn, Leon…” Dante groaned in between kisses. “I wanna fuck you.”
“So do it.” Leon murmured, “Fuck me.”
“Ungh, I’m gonna fuck you hard…” he nipped at the blonde’s ear. He felt a shiver go through Leon then, and grinned deviously while sitting up to take the rest of their clothes off. In no time they were both naked, and he reached down to maintain his throbbing erection by once more pushing against the other man’s, earning a small gasp of pleasure. He produced a small tube of lotion, and kissed Leon once more while he coated his first finger with the slippery substance and started to press the digit into the man beneath him.
“Yes…” it came out more like a breath as Leon arched his back. Dante took it as a request for more action and inserted a second finger, opening them to stretch the blond. While doing so, he continued to tease Leon’s neck, having found that this was an erogenous zone (and he quite liked that teasing here caused the agent to whimper for more). After a few moments, he reckoned that Leon was more than ready for him. That, and the blond was practically begging for his cock… Dante stroked some lotion onto his shaft, raising Leon’s legs over his shoulders and positioning himself for entrance.
“I wanna hear you scream my name.” Dante mumbled just before thrusting his length in at once.
“AHH, DAN… te…”
“Yeah, just like that.” Dante grinned as he pulled himself out and thrust back in, slowly building up a rhythm. In, out, in, out… they sound of skin against skin, the smell of pre-cum, sweat, and alcohol permeated the air. Leon gripped the sheets of the bed, moaning with reckless abandon each time the white haired man’s length reentered his body. He thrashed his head from side to side, saying his name as well as begging for more, faster, harder. Dante, of course, obliged readily. He moved one of his hands from Leon’s hip to his untended erection, tunneling his hand around it and beginning to pump it in time to his thrusts. It was an overload of sensations, and it was then that Dante shifted just enough to hit his sweet spot, and Leon came, feeling like he’d just plummeted from the highest possible point of pure euphoria, all while screaming Dante’s name like it was his lifeline.
“Fuck, Leon… I’m…” Dante grunted, his hips snapping to and fro a few more times before the blonde’s spasms caused him to teeter off the edge as well. “Nnngh…!”