Chapter 59: Molten Dominion Part 2
The scent of leather, ozone, and Dabi’s sweat was thick in the air, a potent mix lingering from their earlier sparring that had dissolved into grappling, then this. Dante had him pressed face-first into the heavy oak headboard, the wood cool and unyielding against Dabi’s flushed cheek. Dante’s massive frame covered him completely, one thick arm banded across Dabi’s chest, pinning him, while the other hand gripped his hip hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the muscle. Dante’s cock was a brand, buried deep in Dabi’s ass, pistoning with a relentless, animalistic rhythm that shook the massive bed. It wasn’t pleasure; it was possession, raw and claiming.
Beneath Dante’s skin, something new pulsed. Molten veins, like cracks in cooled lava, snaked across his shoulders, down his powerful arms, and across his sculpted back, glowing with an infernal, orange-red light that cast flickering, demonic shadows on the tapestries depicting ancient torments. The light pulsed in time with his thrusts, intensifying as he drove deeper, harder. Heat radiated off him, enveloping Dabi, searing where their sweat-slicked skin met.
"Fuck!Dante!" Dabi gasped, the headboard digging into his cheekbone with each savage impact. He pushed back, trying to meet the force, but Dante’s pinning arm was immovable. The brutal pace stole his breath. The sheer, overwhelming power radiating from the demon prince, amplified by the hellish light beneath his skin, was intoxicating and terrifying.
"Scream my fucking name!" Dante snarled, his voice layered with a guttural resonance that vibrated through Dabi’s bones. Not a request. An order from something ancient and terrible. As he spoke, the obsidian claws that had tipped his fingers earlier manifested again, wicked sharp points scraping down Dabi’s chest. They didn’t pierce deep, not yet, but left burning trails of red lines across his pectorals and down his stomach, marking him. The sting was sharp, immediate, a counterpoint to the brutal fucking.
Then the wings erupted. Not the slow unfurling of before, but a violent snap of displaced air. Immense, leathery pinions, the colour of volcanic ash and webbed with glowing crimson veins matching those under his skin, burst forth. They didn’t just spread; they enveloped them. The massive wings curved forward, wrapping around both bodies like a living, scorching cocoon, blocking out the dungeon’s ambient light, plunging them into near-total darkness illuminated only by the pulsing, hellish glow from Dante’s veins and the faint shimmer along the wing membranes. The heat intensified tenfold, thick and suffocating, smelling of brimstone and exertion. The confined space amplified every sound: the wet slap of flesh, Dante’s harsh grunts, Dabi’s choked gasps, the creak of the bedframe under the relentless assault.
Crack. A sharp, splintering sound cut through the rhythm. The thick oak headboard, where Dante had Dabi pinned, fractured under the combined pressure of Dabi’s weight and Dante’s driving force. Wood groaned, threatening to give way entirely.
Abruptly, Dante stopped. Dead still. His cock remained buried deep, a throbbing, iron-hard weight inside Dabi. The sudden stillness after the violent motion was jarring. He pulled his claws away from Dabi’s bleeding chest, his wings flexing slightly but still holding them in the scorching dark. All that moved was the pulsing light beneath his skin and the rise and fall of his chest against Dabi’s back.
The absence of motion, the loss of that driving rhythm, was agony. Dabi whimpered, high and desperate, his body clenching involuntarily around the invading thickness. "No... fuck, Dante, please... don't stop!" He strained against the arm pinning him, his hips instinctively pushing back, seeking friction, release, anything to break the unbearable tension. "Keep going! Please! Need it... need you to fuck me!" His voice cracked, raw with need and frustration.
Dante didn’t move. He stayed buried deep, a silent, immovable force radiating heat and power in the darkness. His breath was hot on Dabi’s neck. Then, slowly, deliberately, he pulled out. The drag was exquisite torture, leaving Dabi feeling cold and achingly empty despite the suffocating heat. Dante stepped back, releasing his pinning arm. The wings snapped back, folding tight against Dante’s spine, vanishing as swiftly as they appeared, plunging the area back into the dungeon’s dimmer light. The sudden absence of their enclosing heat was a shock.
Dabi slumped forward against the splintered headboard, gasping, his body trembling with unspent energy and desperate need. He felt exposed, vulnerable, the cool air chilling the sweat and the stinging lines on his chest.
Dante moved with predatory silence. He didn’t speak. From the shadows beside the bed, he retrieved heavy chains – thick iron links, cold to the touch. He grabbed Dabi’s wrist before the younger man could react, pulling it back with surprising force. The cold metal clicked shut around Dabi’s left wrist, the lock engaging with a final snick. He repeated the action with Dabi’s right wrist, securing them both to sturdy iron rings bolted high into the stone wall, leaving Dabi standing, slightly bent forward, arms stretched back, utterly vulnerable.
Dabi tested the chains instinctively. Solid. Unyielding. A fresh jolt of adrenaline surged through him, mixed with a dark thrill. He was bound. At Dante’s mercy. The sting on his chest flared anew.
Dante stepped close, his molten veins still pulsing that eerie light. He trailed a single claw tip, gently now, down one of the bleeding lines he’d made. The touch wasn't soft; it was deliberate, possessive, the sharp point tracing the path of the wound, reopening it just enough for a fresh bead of blood to well. Dabi hissed, arching his back, pushing his chest towards the pain. Dante moved to the other side, repeating the action, drawing another sharp gasp. The sting was bright, clean, cutting through the haze of frustrated arousal. He leaned in, his lips brushing Dabi’s ear, his voice a low, approving rasp. "Takes it so well. Likes the bite." He traced another line, lower, across Dabi’s abdomen. "My perfect, pain-hungry boy."
The praise, delivered in that rough Detroit rasp while Dante marked him with claws, sent a violent shiver through Dabi. It wasn't kindness; it was dark approval, recognition of the depth of his submission. "Fuck yes," Dabi breathed, his voice ragged. "Give it to me. More."
Dante’s hand slid down, past Dabi’s hip, fingers wrapping firmly around his achingly hard, neglected cock. The grip was tight, possessive. "Good boy," Dante murmured again, the words thick with dark satisfaction. He stroked him once, firmly, from root to tip, the friction almost painful on the sensitive flesh. Then his hand moved away. Dabi whined at the loss.
He felt Dante step close behind him again, felt the blunt, slick head of Dante’s cock press against his loosened entrance. Dante’s hands clamped back on his hips, claws pricking the skin. No preamble. No slow entry. Dante slammed back into him with ruthless force, burying himself to the hilt in one devastating thrust that punched a strangled cry from Dabi’s throat.
"AHH! FUCK! DANTE!"
Dante set a brutal, unrelenting pace immediately. Deep, powerful strokes that hammered into Dabi’s core, driving him forward against the chains with each impact. The metal links bit into his wrists, adding another layer of delicious pressure. Dante’s claws dug into his hips, holding him in place, forcing him to take every punishing inch. The wet slap of flesh, the clink of chains, Dante’s guttural groans, and Dabi’s broken cries filled the chamber. Dante fucked him with pure, concentrated intensity, a relentless drive for his own release, uncaring of anything except dominating the body bound before him. The pulsing hell-light beneath his skin glared brighter, casting their frenzied, chained shadows on the ancient stone walls as he ruthlessly took what was his.
Dante’s relentless pace became a brutal metronome, each deep, piston-like thrust slamming Dabi’s body forward, the iron chains biting deep into his wrists as they took the strain. The molten veins across Dante’s back and shoulders flared like lava flows, casting stark, demonic shadows that danced wildly across the tapestries of forgotten battles. "Fucking take it," Dante snarled, his voice thick with exertion and power, his claws digging crescent moons into the flesh of Dabi’s hips, holding him immobile for the next savage plunge. "All of it. Every fucking inch." Dabi could only gasp, the air driven from his lungs with every impact, the relentless stretch and burn inside him a white-hot counterpoint to the sting of the chains and claws. His cock, trapped and untouched, throbbed painfully against his stomach, precome slicking his skin. He was stretched, pinned, utterly claimed by the force driving into him. Dante adjusted his angle, leaning his full weight forward, grinding his pelvis hard against Dabi’s ass. The shift sent the thick head of his cock grinding directly over Dabi’s prostate with unerring, brutal accuracy.
"OH! SHIT! FUCK!" Dabi screamed, the sensation like a live wire jammed into his spine. His vision whited out. His back arched violently, straining against the chains, tendons standing out in his neck. The coil of unbearable pressure deep in his gut detonated. His cock jerked violently, untouched, spilling hot stripes of come across the cold stone floor beneath them, his entire body seizing in an agonizingly intense climax. His inner muscles clamped down in fierce, rhythmic spasms around Dante’s buried length, milking him with desperate intensity. Dante roared, a sound ripped from the depths of Hell itself. The molten light beneath his skin flared blindingly bright. He slammed forward once, twice more, burying himself impossibly deep as Dabi’s clenching heat triggered his own release. Scalding jets of the demon prince’s come flooded Dabi’s depths, each powerful pulse accompanied by a guttural groan torn from Dante’s throat. As the last fierce pulse tore through him, Dante’s head snapped forward. His lips peeled back, revealing gleaming, suddenly elongated canines. With a final, shuddering thrust, he sank those deadly-sharp fangs deep into the taut muscle where Dabi’s neck met his shoulder.
Dabi’s scream was raw, primal, a mixture of shock, searing pain, and dark, overwhelming ecstasy. The sharp intrusion of teeth tearing through flesh was a lightning bolt, grounding the electric chaos of his own climax and Dante’s violent release. He felt the hot gush of his own blood welling around Dante’s embedded fangs, the demon’s groan vibrating against his skin. Dante held him there, impaled, bitten, suspended by chains and the demon’s unyielding grip, as the last tremors of their shared climax subsided. The molten light faded to a dull, sullen glow beneath Dante’s skin. Silence crashed down, heavy and thick, broken only by their harsh, ragged breathing and the soft drip of Dabi’s blood onto the marble floor. Dante’s claws slowly retracted from Dabi’s hips. He didn’t pull his fangs free immediately, sucking gently at the wound he’d made, a low, possessive rumble vibrating in his chest. Dabi hung limply in the chains, trembling, sweat and blood cooling on his skin, the taste of copper thick in his own mouth, the demon’s cock still lodged deep inside him, a burning, spent brand.
Dante finally pulled his fangs free with a wet, sucking sound. Dabi gasped as the sharp points slid out, fresh blood trickling warmly down his neck and shoulder. The demon prince licked his lips slowly, tasting, his obsidian eyes dark pits reflecting the fading hell-light beneath his own skin. He stayed buried inside Dabi, his softening cock a heavy, intimate weight. "Mine," Dante rasped, the Detroit edge rough against Dabi’s ear. His clawed hand, now retracted to normal nails, traced the fresh bite mark possessively. Dabi shuddered, the chains clinking softly as he sagged. "Fuck... you bit me," he breathed, the statement thick with disbelief and a dark, undeniable thrill. Dante chuckled, a low rumble Dabi felt against his back. "Marked you proper, pretty boy." He pulled out slowly, the drag making Dabi wince. The sudden emptiness was profound, leaving him feeling hollowed out and exposed. Dante unlocked the heavy iron cuffs with a swift, practiced motion. Dabi’s arms dropped, numb and aching. He stumbled forward a step, catching himself on the splintered headboard. Dante steadied him with a hand on his hip, surprisingly gentle after the brutality. "Easy." Dabi turned, leaning back against the ruined wood, facing Dante. Blood smeared his neck and chest, mixing with sweat and drying come. Dante looked him over, his gaze intense, predatory, yet holding a flicker of something else – dark satisfaction, maybe even a sliver of awe. He reached out, thumb brushing a smear of blood from Dabi’s collarbone. "Still standing." Dabi managed a weak, defiant smirk. "Told you I could take it." Dante’s answering grin was feral. "You took it fucking beautifully." He stepped closer, invading Dabi’s space. The air crackled with residual energy, the scent of blood, sex, and ozone sharp. Dante’s hand slid down Dabi’s stomach, fingers brushing the base of his spent cock. "Still hard?" Dabi hissed as the touch sent a jolt through his oversensitive flesh. "Always for you, asshole." Dante’s chuckle was dark velvet. "Good." His hand moved lower, fingers tracing the slick mess between Dabi’s thighs – Dante’s own come mixed with lube and sweat. He gathered it on his fingertips. "Look at you," he murmured, holding his glistening fingers up. "Ruined. Filled." He pressed those fingers against Dabi’s lips. "Taste it." Dabi’s eyes locked onto Dante’s. He opened his mouth, letting Dante push his fingers inside. The taste was salt, musk, something uniquely Dante – dark and electric. He sucked, cleaning Dante’s fingers, a filthy submission that made Dante groan. "Fuck, yes," Dante breathed, watching intently. He pulled his fingers free with a pop. "On your knees." Dabi didn’t hesitate. He sank down onto the cool marble floor, the stone chilling his knees. Dante stood before him, his softening cock already thickening again with alarming speed, flushed and glistening at the tip. Dabi leaned forward, drawn by the primal musk. He licked a broad stripe up the underside, tasting himself, tasting Dante. Dante’s hand tangled in his hair, gripping tight. "Suck it clean, baby." Dabi took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive ridge. He sucked gently, then deeper, taking more of Dante’s length. Dante’s grip tightened, guiding his head. "Yeah... just like that. Take it deeper." Dabi relaxed his throat, letting Dante push further in. He focused on the weight, the heat, the faint pulse against his tongue. Dante’s other hand traced the bite mark on his neck, sending shivers down Dabi’s spine. "My mark," Dante growled. "My good fucking boy." The praise, raw and possessive, ignited something deep within Dabi. Heat bloomed in his core, fierce and sudden, different from arousal. It wasn't just warmth; it was ignition.
A sharp crackle split the air. Dante jerked his hand away from Dabi’s neck with a startled hiss. Tiny, brilliant blue-white sparks erupted where his fingers had touched Dabi’s sweat-slicked skin. They weren't static; they were flames. Minuscule, intense tongues of cerulean fire licked hungrily for a split second before vanishing, leaving behind the faint smell of ozone and singed air. Dante stared at his fingertips, then down at Dabi, his obsidian eyes wide with genuine shock, the predatory gleam momentarily replaced by pure astonishment. "What the fuck?" Dabi froze, Dante’s cock still heavy on his tongue. He felt it – the heat surge inside him, wild and untamed, reacting to Dante’s touch, his praise, the raw intensity between them. It hadn’t burned Dante, but it had shocked him. "I... I don't..." Dabi stammered, pulling off Dante’s cock, staring at his own hands. They trembled. Dante crouched swiftly, his movements fluid and predatory again, but his gaze was sharp, fascinated. He grabbed Dabi’s wrist, turning his hand over. "That wasn't me," Dante stated, his voice low, intense. He ran a thumb over Dabi’s palm. Nothing happened. Then he traced the fresh claw marks on Dabi’s chest, deliberately pressing against a tender welt. A spark, brighter this time, blue-white and hot, flared at the point of contact, stinging Dante’s thumb. He didn’t pull away. He watched, mesmerized, as the spark died. "Fuck me," Dante breathed, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. "You’re full of surprises, pretty boy." He leaned in, his breath hot on Dabi’s face. "That heat... that spark... that’s you." Dabi shook his head, bewildered, a flicker of fear mixing with the strange heat coiling inside him. "I don’t know what it is!" "Doesn't matter what it is," Dante murmured, his eyes burning with renewed, terrifying interest. He released Dabi’s wrist and stood, his cock fully hard again, jutting thickly. "It’s fucking beautiful." He grabbed Dabi’s hair again, pulling him forward roughly. "Now suck. Harder." Dabi obeyed, taking Dante deep, trying to focus on the familiar task, but the strange heat inside him pulsed in time with Dante’s thrusts into his mouth. Dante fucked his face with slow, deliberate strokes, his gaze fixed on Dabi’s skin, watching for the next spark. "Feel it?" Dante growled, pulling Dabi’s head back onto his cock. "That fire inside you? Let it burn." He thrust deeper, hitting the back of Dabi’s throat. Dabi gagged, tears springing to his eyes. The heat surged, responding to the rough treatment, the dominance. A small flare of blue fire licked up Dante’s thigh where his skin pressed against Dabi’s shoulder. Dante hissed, not in pain, but in dark delight. "Yes! There it is!" He slammed Dabi’s head down, holding him impaled. "Show me more!" Dabi choked, overwhelmed – by the cock in his throat, by Dante’s command, by the terrifying, exhilarating power crackling just beneath his skin, begging to be unleashed. The blue fire flickered across his own knuckles where he gripped Dante’s thigh. Dante laughed, a low, dark sound of pure triumph. "That’s it, Dabi. Let it fucking roar."
Dabi choked around Dante’s cock, the thick intrusion stealing his breath, tears blurring his vision. The command – Let it fucking roar – echoed Dante’s earlier praise, igniting the volatile heat coiled deep in his gut. It wasn't just arousal now; it was a primal force, a dam breaking. Blue-white fire erupted across his skin, not sparks this time, but roaring tongues of cerulean flame. They licked hungrily up his arms, across his shoulders, engulfing his torso in a sudden, blinding inferno. The heat was immense, scorching the air, making the stone floor beneath his knees shimmer. The tapestries fluttered violently in the sudden thermal updraft.
Dabi froze, terrified, expecting agony, expecting Dante to recoil. But Dante didn’t move. He stood utterly still, buried deep in Dabi’s mouth, his grip in Dabi’s hair unyielding. The flames washed over Dante’s thighs, his stomach, his hardened cock still sheathed in Dabi’s throat. They danced across the intricate tattoos on Dante’s abdomen, illuminating the molten veins beneath his skin which pulsed brighter in response, a deep, answering crimson glow. Dante threw his head back, a guttural groan ripped from him, not of pain, but of profound, dark ecstasy. "FUCK YES! BURN!" he roared, his voice resonating with power, shaking the ancient stones. He slammed Dabi’s head down harder, forcing his cock impossibly deep. "Suck! Suck through the fucking fire!"
The flames didn't burn Dante. They worshipped him. Dabi felt the searing heat, but it was a wild, exhilarating rush, not pain. It was power answering power. Obeying Dante’s command, Dabi sucked desperately, his throat working around the thick shaft, the intense heat making every sensation hyper-real. He tasted salt, musk, and now ozone, the electric tang of his own unleashed fire. Dante’s cock pulsed violently against his tongue, impossibly hard, feeding off the inferno engulfing them. Dabi’s flames roared higher, fueled by Dante’s dominance, by the brutal fucking of his mouth, by the terrifying, exhilarating surrender.
Dante’s hips snapped forward, fucking Dabi’s face with short, savage thrusts, his cockhead battering the back of Dabi’s throat. "Swallow it!" Dante snarled, his molten veins blazing like miniature suns. "Swallow my fucking come while you burn!" The command, raw and filthy, triggered Dabi’s own climax. His untouched cock jerked violently, spilling hot stripes onto the scorched marble as Dante’s release flooded his mouth – thick, bitter pulses that Dabi gulped down desperately, the flames flickering wildly with each convulsion. Dante roared, a sound of pure, infernal triumph, holding Dabi impaled as he emptied himself down Dabi’s throat, the cerulean fire bathing them both in its blinding, unholy light.
The flames died as abruptly as they’d erupted, leaving Dabi gasping, coughing, Dante’s softening cock slipping from his bruised lips. Acrid smoke curled in the air, mingling with the heavy scents of sex and ozone. The marble beneath Dabi’s knees was blackened, cracked from the heat. He slumped forward, trembling violently, his skin tingling, raw, but unburned. Dante stood over him, breathing hard, his skin glowing faintly crimson where Dabi’s flames had touched him, the molten veins slowly dimming. He looked down at Dabi, his obsidian eyes wide, filled with a terrifying, fascinated hunger. He crouched, his fingers tracing the soot-streaked lines of Dabi’s jaw, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Holy fucking hellfire," Dante breathed, the Detroit rasp thick with awe. "What are you, pretty boy?" Dabi could only shake his head, utterly spent, the echo of the fire still humming in his veins, Dante’s taste thick on his tongue. The dungeon felt colder, quieter, the shadows deeper. Dante’s thumb brushed Dabi’s lower lip, smearing a drop of cooling come. "Gonna find out," he promised, his voice a low, dangerous vow. "Every fucking inch." He hauled Dabi to his feet, the raw power radiating off him palpable, a silent storm gathering.