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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: 6
Characters: Vergil, Dante, some Ichigo
Word count: 2268
Warnings: Incestuous Sex (seriously? You knew that they were in a relationship in this story. Please note that his was coming), some blood licking
AN: I am going to remind everyone that last Monday was my birthday. I was OUT for most of the day. I had things to do.\

Anyways, I have started, yesterday, Camp National Novel Writing Month. This month will be focused on writing two of my Harry Potter fics, a Bleach/Kuroshitsuji fic, an original smutty threesome fic, and some major amounts of rewrites and edits.

I have a lot on my plate. But I have one of the HP fics planned out through year 4. Though I’m only like 32 scenes (with a 72 scene min) into year 5 and haven’t touched years 6 and 7. This does include summers.

So, keep an eye out and make sure to drop me a note if you want to know how to contact me outside of reviews!

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Closing the door behind him, Vergil leered at his lover. His eyes glowed as Dante smiled sweetly at him in return. He slid his guns into the holsters that hung on his side of the bed off of the headboard. “What is it that your plannin’ this time?” he asked. He shifted on his feet as the other man tugged his jacket off, dropping it over the back of the couch.

“Nothing amazing, Dante. I just wish to make sure that my threat of tying you to the bed is put to good use,” Vergil drawled. His eyes glowed even brighter at the thought of doing just that. Dante swallowed heavily as his pupils blew wide, hands stilling where they had been tugging at his shirt.

“Well now,” Dante breathed out, shivering slightly in anticipation of what the other man would do next, “this should be fun.”

“For both of us,” Vergil stated. He pulled off his tie, tossing it to the side, uncaring of any possibility of wrinkles that could end up. “Strip down, my dear mate.”

Dante bit at his lip, silently glad that they had such heavy warding around their bedroom as his devilish side sat up and whined at the instructions. Shivering at the way that he was being stared at, he pulled off his pants and shirt, dropping them onto the ground. He’d deal with them the next morning. Standing before his mate in the nude, he watched as Vergil purred and smirked.

Vergil ran his eyes down over the lean body of his partner. “Very good,” Vergil hummed. His eyes shined with power and lust, watching as muscles twitched and shifted under pale, nearly unblemished skin.

He knew that only his katana had ever made any kind of mark that had lasted on pale skin, feeling a sense of smug pride in that. He was the only one who could ever mark his mate in anyway, including the mating mark that sat low on his shoulder, a perfect curl of gray fire.

Licking his lips, Vergil smirked as he pulled off his shirt, dropping it to the ground before stalking up to his mate. Dante watched him, eyes half lidded and anticipating what was going to happen to him. Vergil growled and reached up, wrapping his hands into soft hair and tugging at it, getting Dante to tip his head back. With his mate's head pulled back, Vergil dipped down and nipped at the soft skin, drawing out a very soft groan from the man.

“You liked seeing that gun in Ichigo’s hands, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice rumbling, pulling a soft sound from Dante. “Don’t worry, I rather liked the way that he handled that gun myself. We will have to do something nice for him for his birthday just for that imagery,” he chuckled, reaching down to Dante’s hips. With the grip on his hips, he picked him up enough to toss him onto the bed.

Dante yelped as he bounced on the bed and landed sprawled out, his eyes dark with his desire. “What are you going to do now?” he asked. He shivered at the promising smirk from his lover. Vergil kicked his shoes off and shoved his pants off, kicking them to the side, leaving him bare and hard. Dante’s eyes ran over his mate’s body, taking in the slight differences in his mate's body compared to his own.

Vergil was leaner, longer. Flexible and fast on his feet. Perfect for his style of fighting and of living. Compared to Dante, he was smaller in certain ways. But Dante knew for a fact that the half-devil before he was stronger. Stronger than him in ways that they were still discovering.

Biting at his bottom lip, Dante whimpered at the lust filled eyes that had pinned him to the bed. He stretched his arms over his head and tipping his head back with a shiver. Vergil growled at the sight and slid up onto the bed, pressing his mate into the bed and bending down to nibble at his neck.

“Such a beautiful sight to behold,” he groaned against Dante’s neck, drawing up a dark mark on the skin, settling between long legs. “I should tie you down, my little mate, and take you until you can’t do anything but shiver and mewl as my cock moves in and out of you?” he mused.

Dante whimpered lowly, knowing that Vergil would do just that if he felt that it needed to happen. He never walked straight after such nights, and he still needed to make a run in the morning to do a few things. “I need ta head out tomorrow,” he warned. Vergil raised his head and lifted an eyebrow. “I need ta buy a proper gun for the kid. That gun of his is all well and good in the Living World, but from what I’ve heard, some of his fighting is gonna be in the World of the Dead.”

“Yes, the Soul Society,” Vergil mused, hiding his surprise at the fact that his mate was able to think straight enough to say that. Dante nodded. “Very well then. I shall not tie you down tonight, but I shall do that tomorrow. For now, I shall take you until you limp.”

Dante moaned and arched up into Vergil’s body, hand stretching out to grab the bottle of lube that he had stashed there after their early morning sex. He didn’t like having to deal with it so just tended to shove it under a pillow until they wanted it again.

Pulling it out from under the pillows, he groaned softly as Vergil sat up on his knees and drew up one leg. Vergil pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh before nipping sharply at it with a growl. Dante shivered as blood welled up in the marks, being lapped up by a slick tongue and making him shudder in pleasure at the sting of pain.

Vergil rumbled in pleasure at the taste of his mate on his tongue, eyes glowing as his own devilish instincts shifted under the surface of his willpower. He promised himself to truly indulge in his mate for hours the next night, as long as they didn’t end up exhausted or get very busy suddenly.

Pulling away from the cuts as they healed over, Vergil licked his lips, and took the bottle that was held out to him by a shivering Dante. Smirking down at his lover, he shook the bottle a few times before he slicked his fingers. He warmed the lube with one hand as he closed the bottle and dropped it next to his leg. Sliding forward slightly, he lifted his mate’s hips up. Dante watched with wide, need filled eyes as his legs spread into a comfortable position.

Raising an eyebrow down at him with a leer, Vergil pushed two fingers into his mate and twisted them just right. He used the thousands of nights spent together to send pleasure roaring through Dante with each touch. Dante groaned, his eyes rolling back as his hips twitched under the fingers, thighs tensing and toes curling as his prick jumped and leaked against his stomach.

Vergil chuckled. “You’re always so eager to be filled,” he purred, rocking his fingers in and out of the other man’s body.

“Only with you,” Dante groaned. He huffed when the fingers slipped free to be slicked with a bit more of the lube.

Vergil leered again as he pushed in the three slicked fingers. “Good. Should you wish for another to take you in such a way, I would be forced to kill him,” he purred. Dante whined and bared his throat at the possessiveness in his lover’s voice. “I do not mind watching as you take another. Watching as you drive them insane with need, because I know that I am the only one who can feel the way you squeeze so perfectly around a cock,” he growled. His eyes grew darker as he watched the way Dante rocked on his fingers as much as he could in their position.

“Vergil,” Dante groaned, shuddering and biting at his bottom lip, body flushing at the words. Vergil chuckled lowly and removed his fingers again, reaching for the lube once more. Pouring some of it into his hand, he reached between them and coated his own length before pulling Dante fully into his lap, aiming his prick at the twitching hole as he leaned forward. Using the shift in their position, he pushed into his mate’s body.

Dante whined as he was held in place by one hand on a lean thigh, Vergil placing his other hand onto the bed next to his ribs, pushing Dante's legs up by the way Vergil was sitting in between them. Dante twitched and shuddered as Vergil sank into him, spreading him wider than his fingers, the burn ever so slight as he went limp under his mate.

Vergil groaned when he finally bottomed out, resting hips against hips as his mate twitched around his buried length. He ran his eyes over the long body that he had pushed into a slightly curved position. Dante’s hands were firmly buried in the bedding, tugging on it, the only real movement that his body showed. His legs were resting over Vergil’s arms, spread wide, thighs tensing and relaxing every so often while his cock twitched, drooling, against his stomach.

He made a satisfied noise at the fact that he had the ability to turn his mate into a moaning, wanton devil of lust without really trying. He knew that Dante had never had a true lover who could do that to him. Never had one who knew his body so well that even a quick round of sex was enough to just lose himself to the pleasure.

Rocking his hips slightly, Vergil moaned when his mate whined, legs twitching, trying to pull him closer. Or to get him to move. Really, it could have been either when it came to Dante, but for the moment, he took it as a request to move.

Pulling out slowly, Vergil slammed back in, growling when the movement elicited a howl of need from Dante, his back arching and legs tightening. Shifting so that he wasn’t going to move from his position, he started to thrust, sliding in and out of the ass that he was claiming again, near claws digging into a strong thigh. Blood welled up around where his nails were digging in, drawing him to lap it up, loving the whine of pleasure from his mate.

He watched Dante carefully as he continued to thrust, moving just right to stroke firmly over the bundle of nerves that teased his mate with pleasure with each movement inwards. He was intent on driving him into insanity. Leaning forward, bending Dante just a bit more, he growled softly. He moved his hand from his hold on Dante’s body, he reached between them and curling it around the bouncing cock, stroking hard just once.

Vergil nearly roared as Dante squeezed around his cock tightly and came with a howl of his name, spilling slick and hot over his hand and dragging him into his own climax. Dante went limp under him, body still twitching as his eyes stared up at the ceiling without truly seeing, whimpering. Vergil groaned and quickly planted both hands onto the bed, trying to catch his breath as he shuddered in the aftershocks.

“Fuck,” came the huffed word from Vergil as he gently pulled free of his mate and made sure that there wasn’t any blood mixing with his seed. One thing that he had promised himself was to never hurt his mate like he had long ago when they had first found each other.

He could still remember the wincing and very slow limps after some of those first encounters. He had been denying his need for his mate. Dante had been too, but he had been exceedingly harsh on his mate back them.

Once he was happy with what he saw, he slipped out of bed, laying Dante flat on the bed with a gentle hand before stumbling into the bathroom to clean up the mess. They both hated the dreaded wet spot and agreed that whoever was walking enough to get to the bathroom was the one to clean things up with a wet washcloth. It turned out that most often than not that was Vergil, but to bring his lover to a state where he couldn’t move even if he wanted to, was so very worth it.

Stumbling back into the main bedroom with washcloth in hand after cleaning himself up, he wiped Dante down fully before he tossed the cloth into their laundry basket with a flick of his wrist. Pushing his mate around on the bed with a smug smirk, Vergil got them under the blankets before he tested the warding around their room. Nodding when he found that it had held up, he curled around his lover.

In his room, Ichigo finished making notes to get the two mates more inclusive wardings for their rooms. He had discovered that feelings and power could slip through, more so when it came from two devils, half-devil or not. He glared at his wall before he grunted and tossed his blankets off his legs, dropping his notebook and pen to the ground. Standing, he stalked to the bathroom, all the while muttering rather creative death threats against the two horny bastards who were his bodyguards.
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