Chapter 137: Horned Possession
Dante stared through the leaded glass, moonlight etching the gardens in silver, his reflection a shadow against the pane, still haunted by the raw grief that had torn through the celestial prison only yesterday. The image of Adam’s broken sobs over Dante's lifeless form flickered behind his eyes, a stark counterpoint to the heavy silence of the mansion. Adam moved like a predator, silent until the moment his hands slammed into Dante’s shoulder blades, shoving him hard.
Dante crashed onto the velvet bedspread, a startled curse ripped from his throat as obsidian horns surged from his temples and vast, leathery wings exploded from his back in reflex. Before he could react, Adam was on him, straddling his hips, one sweat-slicked hand already guiding Dante’s thick cock to his entrance. With a single, brutal drop of his hips, Adam impaled himself, a guttural moan tearing free as he took the full length. "Fuck, you take me so good," Adam growled, his fingers immediately locking around the bases of Dante’s horns, knuckles white.
He used the horns as anchors, lifting himself almost off completely before slamming back down, the slick, obscene slap of flesh hitting flesh echoing sharply in the cavernous bedroom. Dante’s molten veins flared crimson beneath his skin, a furnace igniting as Adam’s tight heat clenched around him. Claws unsheathed instinctively, digging deep into the muscle of Adam’s hips, sure to leave deep, possessive bruises. "Ride it, pretty boy," Dante snarled, lips drawn back from sharp teeth, voice thick and dark with lust. "Show me how much you fucking need this."
Adam obeyed with wild abandon, bouncing on Dante’s cock like a man possessed, sweat sheening his torso, his own neglected cock hard and leaking a steady stream of precum onto Dante’s sculpted stomach. Dante arched up, meeting each downward plunge with a powerful upward thrust, his wings flaring wider, the tough membrane brushing the stone walls. His rhythm grew jagged, uncontrolled. "Gonna fill you up," he growled, grip tightening, pistoning his hips up with relentless force, driving impossibly deep into Adam’s clenching ass.
Adam suddenly slowed, grinding in a slow, torturous circle, letting Dante feel every ridge, every clench, but denying him the hard, driving rhythm they both craved. Dante growled low in his chest, jaw clenched. "Don’t tease, Adam." Adam grinned, cruel and bright. "Or what?" He rocked slowly, deliberately, his breath hot against Dante’s neck. "Make me stop." Dante’s eyes blazed pure hellfire. "Fuck it." In one fluid, powerful motion, he flipped Adam beneath him, pinning his wrists above his head. Dante slammed back into him, hard, deep, relentless. One large hand wrapped around Adam’s throat. "You wanted me to make you, brat?"
Adam gasped as Dante’s grip tightened on his throat, his cock buried to the hilt inside him. "Yes," Adam choked out, defiance burning in his eyes despite the restriction, his hips instinctively lifting, trying to force Dante deeper. "Fucking make me."
Dante slammed into him again, the force of it driving the breath from Adam’s lungs in a ragged gasp. His claws left crescents on Adam's hips, pinning him mercilessly to the bed as he set a brutal, piston-like rhythm. Skin slapped skin obscenely loud in the cavernous room, punctuated by Adam’s choked whimpers and Dante’s guttural growls. "That what you needed, huh?" Dante snarled, his breath hot and harsh against Adam’s ear. "This brutal fucking? Thought you were mourning me, pretty boy."
"Shut... up," Adam managed, his throat working against Dante’s crushing hand, his own cock throbbing untouched, leaking onto his stomach. He raked his nails down Dante’s back, drawing thin lines of blood that sizzled faintly against the demon prince’s skin. "Don’t... fucking... talk about that." Dante’s laugh was dark, devoid of humor. "Why?" he demanded, hips hammering relentlessly. "Does it hurt? Knowing you were sobbing over me one fucking minute, and riding my cock raw the next?"
He released Adam’s throat abruptly, only to seize his jaw, forcing Adam to meet the hellfire blazing in his eyes. "You missed this? Missed feeling split open on me? Missed being owned?" Adam sucked in a desperate breath, his chest heaving. "Shut. Up!" he rasped, fury and arousal warring in his voice. He bucked wildly, trying to dislodge Dante's dominating weight, only succeeding in taking the thick shaft deeper, making him cry out. "Fuck you!"
Dante leaned down, his lips brushing Adam’s ear. "That’s the idea, sweetheart." His voice dropped to a rough whisper, thick with lust and something darker. "You take it so fucking good when you stop pretending." Adam’s resistance crumbled, a raw, broken sob escaping him as Dante’s thrusts became even more punishing, angled to hit that deep, devastating spot inside him. "Harder," Adam gasped, the word torn from him, his body arching off the bed. "Fucking... harder, Dante!"
"Harder, Dante!" Adam choked out again, the plea raw and ragged, shattered by the relentless piston-drive of Dante’s hips. Dante snarled, the sound primal, vibrating through Adam’s bones as he obeyed, slamming impossibly deep, the thick root of his cock stretching Adam wider with each brutal thrust. "Like this, you fucking wreck?" Dante growled, clawed hand shifting from Adam’s jaw to fist in his hair, wrenching his head back, exposing the vulnerable column of his throat. "You beg so pretty when you’re desperate." Adam bared his teeth, a feral grin amidst the wreckage of his features, sweat stinging his eyes. "Shut up and fuck me, Morningstar!" he spat, bucking wildly, impaling himself deeper, wanting the burn, the punishment, the obliterating pressure driving out the memory of Dante's cold, dead weight in his arms.
The rhythmic, wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed obscenely off the stone walls, a counterpoint to Adam's harsh gasps and the guttural sounds tearing from Dante’s chest. Dante’s other hand slid down Adam’s sweat-slicked torso, claws scraping lightly over ribs, leaving faint red trails before wrapping tight around Adam’s neglected cock. Adam cried out, a high, broken sound, as Dante’s fist tightened, pumping him ruthlessly in time with his jackhammer thrusts. "Wanted to forget me?" Dante rasped against Adam’s ear, his voice thick with exertion and something darker, ancient. "Feel me now? Feel how fucking alive I am?" He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, thumb grinding against the slick head. "Fuck! Yes! Dante!" Adam screamed, his body locking tight, back arching violently off the bed, his cock pulsing hot ropes of cum over Dante’s knuckles and his own stomach.
Dante felt the vicious clench, the desperate flutter of Adam’s inner muscles milking his cock, and roared, the sound shaking the heavy velvet drapes. His thrusts lost all rhythm, becoming deep, grinding jerks as molten fire surged up his spine, white-hot and unstoppable. He buried himself to the hilt, pinning Adam flat, and erupted, thick jets of searing cum flooding Adam’s depths, pulsing again and again, a brutal claiming. Adam whimpered, oversensitive and trembling, feeling the impossible heat filling him, spilling out around where they were brutally joined. Dante collapsed forward, his weight crushing Adam into the mattress, his forehead pressed to Adam’s shoulder, horns scraping the velvet, his breath coming in ragged gasps that ghosted over Adam’s damp skin. Silence fell, heavy and thick, broken only by their harsh breathing and the crackle of the eternal fire. Dante’s molten veins pulsed faintly beneath his skin.
Dante’s molten veins pulsed faintly beneath his skin. He withdrew slowly, his thick cock slick with their mingled release, pulling a soft, oversensitive gasp from Adam’s swollen lips. Dante rolled onto his side, the mattress groaning softly beneath his weight, leathery wings folding tight against his back. He gathered Adam against him, ignoring the sticky mess cooling between them, pulling him close with surprising gentleness. His clawed hand, now careful, brushed sweat-damp strands of dark hair back from Adam’s forehead. Dante pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the smooth skin there, the gesture starkly tender after the brutal claiming. "I'm not going anywhere," he murmured, his voice rough but low, the Detroit rasp softened.
Adam shuddered, burying his face deeper against Dante’s collarbone, inhaling the scent of sex, smoke, and demonic musk. "You better fucking not, asshole," he mumbled, the words muffled but thick with exhausted emotion, lacking any real bite. He nuzzled closer, seeking Dante’s heat, his body relaxing incrementally against the solid muscle. Dante’s large hand smoothed down Adam’s spine, tracing the knobs of vertebrae with a possessive, soothing rhythm. Adam’s breathing deepened, evening out into the slow, heavy cadence of sleep within moments, utterly spent.
Dante stared into the shifting shadows cast by the eternal fireplace flames dancing on the stone wall. He kept stroking Adam’s back, the motion automatic now, a shield against the creeping dread. He hadn’t told anyone, not Lucifer, not Hela, not even Adam clutching his lifeless body, what waited in that cold nothingness after the angel blade struck true. The Void. Absolute, suffocating darkness, a sensory deprivation chamber built for eternal torment. Faint, insidious whispers slithered through that emptiness, voices without source uttering vile, sanity-shredding things – You are nothing. Your fire is ash. They will all forget you. He’d heard them still, a vile echo clinging like grave dust, when his essence slammed back into his resurrected flesh. He heard them now. Louder. Sharper. He belongs to us now. Something ancient and hungry had slithered out of that abyss behind him. It was here.
The cold pressure intensified, a phantom weight settling on Dante’s chest, distinct from Adam’s sleeping warmth beside him. It wasn't just whispers now; it felt like claws scraping the inside of his skull, ancient and ravenous. He belongs to us. Then, cutting through the suffocating dread, came the sharp, insistent tug of a celestial summons, bright and demanding like a hook behind his navel. He hesitated, glancing down at Adam’s peaceful face, the vulnerability stark after the brutal claiming. Leaving felt like tearing flesh. But duty, or perhaps sheer fucking annoyance, won. He slid silently from the bed, the chill air biting his sweat-damp skin. With a thought, an immaculate black suit materialized onto his frame, sharp lines swallowing the evidence of violence and passion. One last look at Adam, sprawled unconscious amidst the rumpled velvet, then Dante dissolved into shadow and smoke.
He rematerialized instantly onto cold, featureless stone beneath a bruised twilight sky – the designated celestial neutral ground. The sterile scent of ozone hung heavy. Gabriel stood waiting, wings furled tight, his posture rigid. The jagged scar running from his temple down his jawline caught the dim light, a brutal souvenir Dante vividly remembered giving him centuries ago. Dante’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his features before the familiar mask of arrogant indifference slammed down. “Gabriel,” Dante drawled, the Detroit rasp smooth as poisoned honey. He gestured lazily towards the scar with a claw-tipped finger. “Long time no see. See you healed up nicely.” A predatory smirk touched his lips. “For the most part.”
Gabriel’s chuckle was dry, devoid of warmth. “I see you’re still a cocky, arrogant prick.” He crossed his arms, the movement stiff. Dante’s smile widened, sharp and dangerous. “Always, love.” He tilted his head, molten gold bleeding into his irises. “What do you want? Didn’t peg you for a social call after our last… chat.” Gabriel’s gaze hardened. He hesitated, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “I’m warning you,” he stated flatly. “You killing Zadikiel pissed his brother royally off. He wants your head mounted on the Pearly fucking Gates.” Dante didn’t flinch, but the air crackled faintly around him. Gabriel sighed, the sound rough. “Look, you and I… we’ve got history. Bad fucking history. But after watching you operate… realizing you weren’t a complete fuckin’ nightmare like a couple of your siblings… or your father… I’ve come to… tolerate you. Barely.” He leaned forward slightly. “His brother? He won’t come straight for you. He’ll aim for your little fallen angel first. Just like Zadikiel tried.”
Pure, incandescent fury ignited in Dante’s eyes, the gold blazing like twin suns. The stone beneath his feet groaned softly. “You think,” Dante’s voice dropped to a lethal whisper, “you can figure out what that prick’s planning?” Gabriel met the hellfire gaze without blinking, a ghost of his old defiance surfacing. “What do you think?” Dante’s jaw clenched. The word felt alien, grating, but necessary. “Do it.” He forced it out. “And tell me. Please.”
Gabriel’s eyes widened comically. He actually took a half-step back. “Please?” he gasped, the sarcasm thick enough to choke on. “Holy fuck. Never once imagined any fucking Morningstar uttering that word.” He shook his head, disbelief warring with grim amusement. “Maybe your sons… fucking speaking of…” Gabriel’s expression sobered instantly. “Zadikiel’s brother did mention Lucien. Not to kill him.” He paused, letting the implication hang heavy in the sterile air. “To recruit him. Seems he admires the kid’s… potential.”
A low, dark chuckle rumbled from Dante’s chest, devoid of humor. The sound echoed unnervingly in the empty space. “Oh yeah?”
The stone floor of the celestial meeting ground felt icy under Dante’s boots as he stared Gabriel down, that dark chuckle still hanging in the sterile air. "Oh yeah?" Dante repeated, the Detroit rasp turning the words into a low, dangerous purr. "He can admire my boy’s potential all he fucking wants from the other side of oblivion."
Gabriel snorted, a harsh sound. "Yeah. And we all know how you are when it comes to anybody you love. For that matter." His gaze was uncomfortably sharp, seeing too much.
Dante’s eyes flashed pure molten gold. "Not everyone," he countered flatly, the image of Lucifer’s distraught face in the prison flickering unwanted behind his eyes. The Void’s whispers slithered louder: They forget you.
"Fine," Gabriel relented, his scar pulling tight. "I’ll figure out his plan. I’ll get back to you." He paused, his expression grim. "In the meantime, keep them close. Adam. Lucien. All of them."
Dante met his gaze, the gratitude raw and unfamiliar, scraping his throat. "Thank you," he forced out, the words tasting strange. "I owe you."
A flicker of genuine surprise, then dark amusement, crossed Gabriel’s face. He offered a sharp, almost predatory smile. "I’ll remember that, Prince."
Dante dissolved back into shadow before the archangel could see the tension crack his mask, reforming instantly in the chilled air of his mansion bedroom. Adam was sitting bolt upright in the tangled velvet sheets, knees drawn up, eyes wide and haunted in the firelight. "Where the fuck did you vanish to?" he demanded, voice rough, the fading bruises on his hips stark against his pale skin.
Dante didn’t answer. He crossed the room in two strides, the predatory focus back, amplified by Gabriel’s warning and the lingering terror in Adam’s eyes. He grabbed Adam’s jaw, tilting his face up, searching. "Needed air," Dante finally rasped, thumb brushing Adam’s swollen lower lip. "You look wrecked."
"Fuck you," Adam breathed, but he leaned into the touch, a tremor running through him. Dante saw it – the aftershocks of grief, the raw need for confirmation Dante was here, solid, alive, not cold and gone.
"Planning on it," Dante growled. He shoved Adam flat, pinning his wrists above his head in one brutal motion, the earlier tenderness gone, replaced by a consuming, possessive urgency stoked by the threat hanging over them. He kissed Adam hard, biting at his lip, swallowing his gasp as he shoved his knee between Adam’s thighs, forcing them apart. Adam arched, a ragged moan escaping him as Dante’s hard cock pressed hot against his inner thigh. "Mine," Dante snarled against his mouth, the word a vow and a warning, echoing Gabriel’s. "Always fucking mine."
Dante’s mouth crashed down onto Adam’s, swallowing his startled gasp, the kiss brutal, claiming, tasting of salt and desperation. He released Adam’s wrists only to seize his hips, fingers digging into the fresh bruises already blooming dark purple on the pale skin, hauling him roughly down the bed. Adam’s legs instinctively wrapped around Dante’s waist, heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him closer, deeper, needing the obliterating pressure. “Fuck me,” Adam panted against Dante’s mouth, the words ragged, stripped bare of everything but raw demand. “Now. Hard. Don’t fucking stop.”
Dante needed no further invitation. He lined up, the thick, blunt head of his cock slick with pre-cum and pressed ruthlessly against Adam’s tight, unprepared entrance. Adam tensed, a sharp hiss escaping his clenched teeth as Dante pushed in, the initial stretch a familiar, brutal burn. “So fucking tight,” Dante groaned, the Detroit rasp thick with lust, his molten veins flaring crimson beneath his skin as he forced another inch deeper. Adam’s head thrashed back, veins standing out in his neck, a choked sound caught in his throat. “More,” he gritted out, nails raking bloody furrows down Dante’s biceps. “Give it to me, you bastard!”
Dante slammed the rest of the way home in one savage thrust, burying himself to the hilt, drawing a ragged scream from Adam that echoed off the stone walls. The tight, clenching heat was exquisite agony, a physical tether anchoring him against the whispering Void and Gabriel’s chilling warning. He withdrew almost completely, leaving just the swollen head inside, before driving back in with punishing force, the wet slap of skin on skin obscenely loud. Adam cried out again, his body arching, taking every punishing inch, his own cock leaking steadily onto his stomach. “That’s it,” Dante snarled, setting a relentless, jackhammer rhythm, each thrust driving the breath from Adam’s lungs. “Take it. Take all of me, pretty boy.” His claws scraped possessively down Adam’s sweat-slicked flank. “You’re mine. Fucking mine.”
Adam gasped as Dante’s cock slammed home again, the brutal invasion stealing his breath, his own need a raw, open wound. "Fuck! Yes! Like that!" he choked out, nails biting into Dante’s shoulders, anchoring himself against the relentless drive. Dante’s molten gaze bored into him, a furnace of possession and something darker, fiercer than mere lust. "Tell me you're mine," Dante demanded, his voice rough gravel, hips pistoning with brutal efficiency, each thrust jarring Adam’s bones, filling him impossibly full, stretching him obscenely on the thick girth. "Say it!"
"Yours!" Adam screamed, the word torn from him as Dante angled deeper, hitting that devastating spot with unerring precision, sending white-hot sparks behind his eyelids. "Always fucking yours, Dante!" Sweat slicked their skin, mingling, the air thick with the musk of sex and exertion, the wet slap of flesh echoing off the cold stone walls. Dante’s claws dug into Adam’s bruised hips, lifting him slightly, driving down harder, claiming him with every brutal plunge. Adam’s cock, trapped between their sweat-slicked stomachs, throbbed untouched, leaking steadily, a desperate counterpoint to the punishing rhythm ravaging his ass. "Gonna come," Adam gasped, voice breaking, his body tightening unbearably around Dante’s invading thickness, the pressure building like a snapped cable. "Fuck, Dante, I'm gonna—"
Dante snarled, a feral sound, and slammed his palm flat on Adam’s chest, pinning him. Molten light flared beneath his skin, tracing intricate patterns, a surge of searing, possessive energy flooding Adam’s senses, branding him from the inside. "Come for me, pretty boy," Dante commanded, his voice vibrating with raw power, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, grinding deep. "Show me who owns this ass." Adam’s vision whited out. His body seized, back arching violently off the bed as his cock erupted, thick ropes of cum splattering hotly across his own heaving stomach and Dante’s hand, untouched. The violent clench of Adam’s release milked Dante relentlessly.
Dante roared, a sound that shook the heavy drapes, burying himself impossibly deep as his own climax ripped through him. Scalding jets of cum flooded Adam’s depths, pulsing in thick, claiming waves, filling him with impossible heat, spilling out around their brutally joined flesh. He collapsed forward, crushing Adam into the mattress, his forehead pressed hard against Adam’s shoulder, horns digging into the velvet, breath ragged and hot against Adam’s neck. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by their harsh, gasping breaths and the crackle of the eternal fire.
Adam lay pinned, trembling violently, oversensitive, drenched in sweat and seed, feeling Dante’s immense weight, his heat, the faint pulse of hellfire still humming beneath the demon prince’s skin. He felt claimed. Utterly. Irrevocably. Dante shifted slightly, his clawed hand moving with surprising gentleness to cradle the back of Adam’s head, fingers tangling in the dark, sweat-damp hair. "Heard you," Dante murmured, his voice a raw scrape against Adam’s ear, the Detroit rasp softened by exhaustion and something else – a vulnerability Adam hadn't dared expect. "Screaming my name when you thought I was gone." The Void’s whispers slithered at the edge of Dante’s consciousness, momentarily drowned by Adam’s warmth. Ours.