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Breath Unto Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 2567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Kuroshitsuji, Devil May Cry or any of the characters. their respective owners do. I make absolutely no money from this or any fanfiction I write.

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Title: Breathe Unto Me
Fandom: Bleach/Devil May Cry/Kuroshitsuji
Chapter: 12B (18)
Characters: Vergil, Dante, Ichigo
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Warnings: We got smutty smut, not a lot but enough
AN: Yep. We have smut and I’m a bit late. Sorry about that. Forgot about doing this while cleaning things. *sighs*

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Stalking into the secondary Devil May Cry building, Ichigo pouted as he yanked off his wig that he had worn for the day. He found his pack of makeup wipes waiting for him, rubbing at the makeup that he had used to change how he looked.

Ciel had long ago taught him just how to use makeup and contour to change the shape of his face to hide himself if it ever came down to it. To say that he had to use that information and cross dress a few times to get away from idiots who wanted to use him against his guardian’s would have been a major understatement.

Those skills though had had turned out a good thing to know, even with the way Dante was staring at him as he wiped off the makeup. “I really hate my life some days,” he growled, heading for the downstairs bathroom. Dante followed him into the bathroom while Vergil started to bring in the many bags of groceries.

Dante snorted as he put his gun back together, standing in the door. “What happened?” he asked. Ichigo tossed the used makeup wipes away, grabbing a new pack of them before wetting down a washcloth to get rid of residue. He groaned, heading for the couch, flopping down as Dante put his gun down on his gun cloth.

“We saw a Shinigami who was shopping at the same store that we were. Also saw them get yanked back behind a shelf by one of the local Grim Reapers. He was there to figure out why so many of their people have been running around England instead of where they’re supposed to be working with their permits,” Ichigo huffed. He tossed another wipe away and pulled out a third.

Dante clicked his tongue, shaking his head while Vergil gave him a look as he walked past them. He reached over to Ichigo and pulled the hair pins out of his hair, letting it fall loose so he could run his fingers through it.

Ichigo groaned as he pressed into the hand, finishing with his face and wiping it off with the washcloth. He put on some caramel flavored lip balm and sighed. “I really hate these people right now,” he whined.

“Luckily we were very able to get everything that we needed without running into them,” Vergil drawled. He walked past them again to get the last of the groceries from the car. Ichigo nodded, shifting so that he could melt into Dante’s side, his eyes closing as the half devil massaged at his head.

Dante chuckled and moved, pushing Ichigo slightly down onto the couch, pulling his feet into his lap. Looking at the low-heeled sandals, he got them off, ignoring the broom skirt and peasant shirt that Ichigo had chosen. He knew that if he paid attention to that, he’d want to see what was up the skirt. Rubbing gently the arch of Ichigo’s foot, he chuckled as the younger man groaned and relaxed under the massage.

Vergil’s purr of pleasure at the sight of them as he once more walked past them was low and could barely be heard by his lover. Smirking at him, Dante continued to massage the rather slim foot, musing that it was rather on the small side for a male of Ichigo’s build, but still loving the way the skin under his fingers was smooth and well taken care of. “At the least you were able to get things done,” he finally said.

Ichigo sighed and nodded his head, blushing slightly as Dante held his ankle in one broad hand, digging the thumb of his other hand into his arch, pulling a moan from him. “Yeah, and tomorrow I’m going to be doing nothing but cooking. I’d do it tonight, but it’s kind of late to do it,” he said, checking the time. “At least for most of what I want to do. I don’t think that Vergil was expecting me to buy so many bowls and bags to store food in though.”

Dante chuckled at that, finishing his massage before he reached out and pulled Ichigo back into his lap, the younger of the two wiggling slightly before he relaxed, his back pressed up against the devil’s chest. “And the least you’ll have one of us watchin’ over ya and doing the dishes for you,” he teased. Ichigo huffed, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Ichigo said, tilting his head without thinking about when Dante nuzzled at his neck, letting him have more room to do what he wanted. Dante smirked, also noting that Ichigo’s skirt had hitched upwards, exposing more of his legs. It was moving upwards as they shifted a bit more so that Dante was lounging against the arm of the couch.

Wrapping his arms around his waist, Dante smirked when Ichigo just sighed and relaxed into his arms, his eyes falling shut even as Dante’s hand tugged his skirt up just a bit more. The half-devil’s instincts were howling at him to make his future mate happy, to touch and place his scent on the soft skin that teased him.

Ichigo simply sighed and shifted against him, nearly purring, happy to be touched by the other man.

Dante growled in delight as one hand spread out, trailing down to curl over one strong thigh, feeling it twitch, his fingers sliding to tease over the outer thigh. Ichigo shivered, a blush spreading over his cheeks as he pressed into the touch, not thinking about it, just doing it. He hummed when he felt sharp teeth scrape over his neck, almost as if in approval.

He wiggled slightly, the arm around his waist squeezing him gently as the hand on his thigh slid up to his knee and around to the inside of it, sliding up towards his groin.

Ichigo shivered and bit at his bottom lip as the wandering hand slipped up his skirt and danced over the edge of the underwear that he had on. Dante mused that they felt like the boy-shorts that most women liked to wear, but he figured that Ichigo had either created them himself or bought them from a specialty store for cross-dressing needs. Rare as he had to do it.

He smirked when Ichigo shivered hard, his hands slipping between the edge of the underwear and the skin that he wanted at. The touch drew a gasp while long legs twitched together before relaxing. Dante just growled gently and moved his hand up higher, letting the panties slide back into place as he teased over the growing bulge up to the waistband, slipping them down enough with one hand to let the hard length free.

Dante hummed, smirking at his mate and curled his fingers around the hard cock, giving it a slow stroke. Ichigo shivered and grasped at the arm that was around his waist and shivered at the feeling of the calloused hand and teasing brush of cloth against his length. Dante kept his strokes slow, coaxing pre-cum to bead, using it to slick his movement as he continued to nose at Ichigo’s neck. He rather enjoyed the slow roll of slim hips that pushed the young man’s ass against his cock.

Dante’s growl bordered on a purr as Ichigo came, slicking his hand and a bit of his skirt, going limp with a mewl in his grip. The half-devil purred as he drew his hand away from Ichigo slowly. Vergil came over to reach under Ichigo’s skirt, pulling his underwear off and dropping them to the floor. The older devil chuckled at the way that Ichigo just huffed, and grasped his lover’s wrist, pulling his slicked hand to his mouth, cleaning it while Ichigo watched with hazy, half lidded eyes.

“Delicious treat,” Vergil purred before he pulled back with a happy look on his face. “How about you take him up to our bedroom and get ready for bed?” he requested of Dante. Ichigo slowly stretched his body with a groan before he went limp again, too relaxed to think too hard on what had just happened.

He could feel Zangetsu purring in the back of his mind, sharing the contentment with him while Tensa was just amused at the two of them but feeling the same.

Dante chuckled at him before he shifted Ichigo around in his arms, Ichigo looping his arms around the other man’s neck. Ichigo lazily nuzzled into Dante’s neck. The half-devil shared a small smile with his mate and stood up with Ichigo in his arms. “Yeah, I’ll take our little one up to our room while you finish putting things away. If you can make some finger foods, I’ll run a bath. I’m pretty sure that he’ll like having a hot bath to relax.”

“Are you going to join him in the bath?” Vergil asked him, Dante smirking.

“Maybe after you bring up the food. At least one of us needs to stay dry for any idiots after all,” he teased, heading up the stairs. Vergil snickered after his mate, shaking his head at that. Dante soon had Ichigo in a hot bath, clothes landing in the laundry basket to be put into the washer by one of them later. He took up a spot by the top as he and Ichigo talked about whatever came to their minds.
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