Chapter 69: Three’s a Crowd
The Inferno Club pulsed around them, a velvet-lined beast breathing cologne and sulfur. Dante cut through the haze, the lingering sting of Lucifer’s confession – love, fuck, firstborn – still a raw nerve beneath his skin. He needed distraction. Oblivion. Or maybe just something primal to drown out the old bastard’s voice.
Adam spotted him first from the plush depths of the VIP booth, a lazy, predatory smile spreading across his face. Dabi sat beside him, nursing a drink, eyes scanning the writhing dance floor below with forced nonchalance. "Well, look what crawled out of the Pit's broom closet," Adam drawled, his voice pure honey over gravel. "Decided to grace us with your brooding presence, Prince of Darkness Junior?"
Dante slid into the booth opposite them, the leather sighing. "Someone's gotta keep the riff-raff in line, Adam." His gaze flicked to Dabi. "You babysitting tonight?"
Adam chuckled, low and dark. "Just appreciating the local flavor." He leaned back, stretching languidly, his eyes never leaving Dante. "Though the view here," he let his gaze travel with deliberate slowness down Dante’s leather-clad form, "is significantly more appealing than the chaos downstairs tonight. Been thinking about that particular flavor all evening."
A muscle jumped in Dabi’s jaw. Just a slight tightening, a fractional shift in his posture. Nothing anyone else would notice. But Dante saw it. The forced neutrality faltered for a split second, a flicker of something hot and unreadable in Dabi’s dark eyes before he looked firmly back at his glass.
Adam caught it too. His grin sharpened, turning wolfish. He shifted his weight, turning fully towards Dabi now. "What about you, Pyro?" Adam murmured, leaning in conspiratorially close. "That fire in your eyes… is it just the club lights, or is someone else stoking your furnace?" His knuckles brushed Dabi’s thigh, feather-light. "Bet it burns fucking beautiful."
Dabi’s head snapped around. A flush, high and hot, bloomed across his cheekbones and crept down his neck. "Fuck off, Adam," he muttered, but the denial lacked its usual bite. It was breathless. Strained.
Dante snorted. "Oh, you like that, huh?" he goaded, his own voice dropping, taking on a teasing, knowing edge. "Adam turning the charm your way? Gets your engine revving?"
"Shut the fuck up, Dante," Dabi hissed, the flush deepening, his knuckles white around his glass. He wouldn't meet either of their eyes now.
Adam’s smile was pure triumph. He loved poking the bear, especially this particular, volatile bear. He traced a phantom pattern on the tabletop near Dabi’s hand. "Seems the Prince here isn't the only one appreciating the scenery," Adam purred, watching Dabi intently. "That pretty blush, Dabi… tells me you like a little attention. Makes me wonder what other pretty sounds I could pull out of you."
Dabi flinched, a tiny, involuntary sound catching in his throat. His embarrassment was a live wire, crackling in the smoky air between them. Dante saw it, felt the shift in the booth’s energy. He pushed himself up, fluid and deliberate, and moved around the table. He didn’t sit beside Dabi. He stood over him, close enough that the heat rolling off Dabi’s body was palpable, close enough to smell the faint ozone tang that always clung to him.
Dante leaned down, one hand braced on the plush back of the booth beside Dabi’s head, caging him in. His lips brushed the shell of Dabi’s ear, his voice a low, intimate rumble Adam couldn’t possibly catch over the thumping bass. "See how he’s looking at you? Like he wants to devour you whole, right here on this fucking velvet." Dante’s eyes flicked down Dabi’s body, then back to his face, seeing the dilated pupils, the rapid pulse in his throat. "You’re hard, Dabi," Dante breathed, the words hot against his skin. "I can practically feel it."
As he spoke, Dante’s free hand slid beneath the tablecloth, shielded from Adam’s view. His palm pressed firmly against the outside of Dabi’s tight black pants. He found the thick, rigid line of Dabi’s erection straining against the fabric. Dante squeezed, not gently. Claiming. Testing.
A sharp, choked gasp escaped Dabi. Not loud, but Dante felt the tremor that wracked him, heard the desperate little moan vibrate against his own ear where Dante’s head was still bent close. It was pure, unfiltered need.
Dante kept his hand right there, applying delicious pressure. His lips moved against Dabi’s ear again, his voice a dark, seductive promise. "If you want this. Me. You. Him. Right now. It happens. Adam looks ready to fucking pounce. Just say the word." He squeezed again, making Dabi jerk. "Only if you want it. You tell me. It’ll happen."
Dabi’s chest heaved. He squeezed his eyes shut, trapped between Dante’s demanding presence and Adam’s hungry stare, Dante’s hand branding him through the leather. The tension snapped. A single, ragged word, barely audible, torn from somewhere deep and desperate: "Please."
Dante didn’t hesitate. Didn’t blink. The smoky, pulsing world of the Inferno Club dissolved in a dizzying, silent rush of displaced air and impossible motion.
One heartbeat they were in the club, the next they were standing, stumbling slightly, in the cool, dim vastness of Dante’s private bedchamber. Black marble floors, soaring obsidian walls, a massive four-poster bed draped in blood-red silk dominating the space. The only sounds were their suddenly harsh breaths and the frantic pounding of their hearts.
The abrupt silence was shattering. Adam blinked, disoriented for a nanosecond, then his predatory grin returned, wider, feral. He understood instantly. Dante stood before Dabi, who looked stunned, breathing hard, his arousal blatantly tenting his pants. Adam moved first. He closed the distance to Dabi in two strides, grabbed the back of his neck, and smashed their mouths together. It wasn't a kiss; it was a claiming. Savage. Possessive. Teeth clacked, tongues clashed. Dabi gasped into Adam's mouth, a raw, animal sound.
Dante watched for a second, the heat in his gut coiling tight. He stepped behind Dabi, pressing his own hard length against Dabi’s ass. His hands slid around Dabi’s waist, fingers deftly unbuckling his belt, yanking down the zipper. Rough hands shoved at the leather pants and underwear, dragging them down Dabi’s thighs, baring his flushed, hard cock to the cool air.
"Fuck, look at him," Adam growled, breaking the kiss, his lips swollen. He wrapped a fist around Dabi’s cock, pumping roughly, making Dabi cry out and arch back against Dante. "Already dripping for us." Adam dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving Dabi’s face as he leaned forward and licked a long, wet stripe from base to tip. Dabi shuddered violently, his head falling back onto Dante’s shoulder.
Dante held him tight, one arm banded across his heaving chest. With his other hand, he reached down, fingers finding the slick heat between Dabi’s ass cheeks. He rubbed a fingertip against the tight furl, feeling Dabi clench, then push back instinctively. "Yeah, that’s it," Dante murmured into his neck, biting down lightly. "You want it. You fucking begged for it."
Adam took Dabi deep into his mouth, sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks. The obscene, wet sounds filled the chamber. Dante spat on his fingers, then pressed one firmly against Dabi’s entrance, circling, applying pressure until the tight ring of muscle yielded with a low groan from Dabi. Dante pushed his finger in, knuckle-deep.
Dabi gasped, a strangled cry tearing from him as Adam sucked relentlessly and Dante’s finger breached him. "Oh god!" he choked out.
"Not god, baby," Dante corrected, his voice thick with lust, working his finger deeper, crooking it. "Just us. Me and Adam. Gonna wreck you." He added a second finger, scissoring, stretching, feeling the hot, clenching heat. Dabi writhed, impaled on Dante’s hand and Adam’s mouth, caught between sensations. Pre-come glistened on his cock, smearing Adam’s chin.
Adam pulled off with a wet pop, Dabi’s cock springing free, flushed and slick. "He’s ready," Adam rasped, rising smoothly, his own erection straining against his jeans. He locked eyes with Dante over Dabi’s shoulder, a silent agreement passing between them. "Wreck him. I want to watch." Adam grabbed Dabi’s jaw, forcing his head back to look at Dante, then claimed his mouth again, muffling the desperate sounds Dabi made as Dante withdrew his fingers.
Dante didn't need further invitation. He fumbled with his own pants for only a moment, freeing his cock, thick and heavy in his hand. He spat into his palm, then slicked himself roughly. He pressed the swollen head against Dabi’s stretched, glistening entrance. Dabi broke the kiss with Adam, a high whine escaping.
"Please," he gasped again, arching his back, pushing back against Dante. "Fuck, Dante, please!"
Dante grabbed Dabi’s hips hard, holding him steady. "Take it," he growled. And with one powerful thrust of his hips, he sheathed himself to the hilt inside Dabi’s tight heat.
Dabi screamed. A raw, primal sound torn from the depths of his being as Dante filled him utterly, stretching him impossibly wide. His body seized, clamping down like a vice around Dante’s cock. Dante hissed, head thrown back at the exquisite, burning pressure. He held himself deep, buried inside, letting Dabi adjust, letting the shockwave of sensation rip through them both. Adam watched, mesmerized, a hungry gleam in his eyes as he stroked his own cock through his jeans. The air crackled. Silence shattered only by ragged breathing. Then Dante pulled back, agonizingly slow, until just the head remained inside, before slamming back in with brutal force. The rhythm began.
The rhythm began. Hard. Deep. Punishing. Dante drove into Dabi relentlessly, each thrust a piston stroke slamming him forward, forcing choked gasps from his throat. Adam watched, captivated, his hand finally freeing his own cock, thick and flushed, stroking himself in time with Dante's brutal pace. Dabi’s world narrowed to the searing stretch of Dante inside him and the heavy ache of his own neglected cock.
"Fuck, look at him take it," Adam ground out, his eyes dark with hunger, his thumb smearing pre-come over his crown. "Like he was fucking made for that cock, Dante. Made to be split open." He stepped closer, the head of his cock nudging Dabi's slack, panting mouth. "Open up, Pyro. Show me that pretty throat."
Dabi whimpered, a raw sound, his eyes fluttering open, glazed. He tried to turn his head away instinctively, but Dante grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back sharply, exposing his throat. "Do it," Dante snarled, never breaking his punishing rhythm, his balls slapping wetly against Dabi's ass. "Take him. Swallow that fucking cock, Dabi. Now."
Adam didn't wait. He shoved the thick head past Dabi's lips, pressing against his clenched teeth. "C'mon, bitch," Adam hissed, gripping the base hard. "Unclench. Suck." Dante pulled Dabi's hair harder, forcing his jaw down. With a defeated, shuddering gasp, Dabi opened. Adam surged forward, burying himself deep into the wet heat, gagging him instantly. Tears sprang to Dabi's eyes as Adam's cock hit the back of his throat.
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Dante gripped Dabi’s hips harder, digging his fingers deep into the flesh. "Down," he commanded, his voice a guttural rasp. He shoved Dabi forward, forcing him onto his elbows, ass high in the air, face pressing into the cold silk sheets. The new angle drove Dante impossibly deeper, making Dabi scream around Adam’s cock. Dante held him there, pinned, vulnerable, perfectly positioned. "Keep that ass up, baby," Dante growled, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in with brutal force. Thwack. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed sharply.
Adam adjusted instantly. He straddled Dabi's shoulders, forcing his head up slightly off the sheets, angling his mouth perfectly. "Yeah, just like that," Adam groaned, looking down at Dabi’s tear-streaked face, his own cock sliding easily deeper now. "Perfect fucking angle. Take it all, firecracker." He grabbed Dabi’s hair with one hand, his other guiding his cock, fucking his mouth with short, sharp jabs that made Dabi gag and splutter around the intrusion. Spit and drool slicked Adam’s cock, dripped onto Dabi’s chin and the sheets below.
Dabi was utterly pinned, owned. Dante’s cock pistoned into his ass, a relentless, deep drilling that shook his whole body with each impact. Adam’s cock choked his throat, cutting off air, each thrust triggering his gag reflex, making his eyes stream. He couldn’t move, couldn’t protest. Only take it. The sensations overloaded him – the brutal fullness in his bowels, the choking stretch in his throat, the rough slide of silk against his cheek, the sharp sting in his scalp where both men gripped him. Heat exploded through his core, his own neglected cock throbbing painfully, leaking onto the sheets beneath him. A desperate, muffled whine vibrated around Adam's shaft.
"Fucking feel that?" Dante grunted, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, losing rhythm in his own rising need. Sweat dripped from his brow onto Dabi's back. "Feel how deep I am? You're swallowing me whole, you greedy hole." He leaned over, biting savagely into Dabi's shoulder blade, marking him.
Adam watched Dante dominate Dabi's ass, the obscene sight of his cock plunging into that tight heat sending jolts of pleasure through him. "God, he's wrecked," Adam gasped, his own hips snapping faster, fucking Dabi's face with ruthless efficiency. "Look at his eyes. Fucking gone." He tightened his grip on Dabi's hair, pulling his head back further, forcing his throat wider open. "You like being our fucktoy, Pyro? Huh? Tell me you fucking love it." All Dabi could manage were wet, choked gurgles and a frantic nod against Adam's relentless thrusts.
The air thickened with the sounds of raw sex: wet, rhythmic slapping from Dante’s hips connecting with Dabi's ass; the slick, gagging choke as Adam fucked his throat; ragged, desperate breathing; low, animalistic grunts. Dante’s balls tightened, a familiar, urgent pressure building low in his gut. He could feel Dabi clenching around him in involuntary spasms, overwhelmed. "Fuck... gonna fill you," Dante rasped, his voice thick. "Gonna pump this tight ass full."
Adam felt the telltale throb in his cock, the heat coiling impossibly tight. Seeing Dante lose control, feeling Dabi’s throat convulse around him, was the final trigger. "Yeah, Dante, fuck him," Adam groaned, his thrusts becoming shallow, frantic jerks. "Fill that slut up. I'm gonna..." He shoved deep, holding Dabi’s head impaled, feeling the hot constriction. "Swallow it, bitch! Swallow!" His back arched violently, a harsh cry tearing from his throat as he erupted, thick spurts jetting down Dabi's throat.
Dabi choked, convulsing, forced to gulp Adam’s come as it flooded his mouth and poured down his throat. The bitter-salty taste, combined with the brutal fucking from behind, shattered him. His cock pulsed untouched, spilling his release in thick ropes onto the silk sheets beneath him, a silent scream locked behind Adam’s cock. His body clamped down like a vice around Dante in a final, involuntary spasm.
That desperate clench was Dante’s undoing. With a roar that seemed to shake the obsidian chamber, he buried himself to the hilt and held, grinding deep. His cock pulsed violently inside Dabi’s ass, flooding him with hot, thick come. He jerked through it, his fingers bruising Dabi's hips, emptying himself completely into the trembling body beneath him. He stayed buried, gasping, feeling Dabi’s internal muscles still weakly fluttering around his softening cock. Adam slowly pulled his slick, spent cock from Dabi’s mouth with a wet pop, stepping back on slightly shaky legs.
Silence crashed back in, heavy and thick, broken only by the ragged symphony of their breathing. Dante finally pulled out, his cock slick and glistening. Dabi collapsed fully onto the soaked sheets, trembling uncontrollably, his face a mess of tears, spit, and come. He didn't move, just lay there gasping, utterly spent and ruined. Adam wiped his cock on the sheet near Dabi's hip, his gaze roaming over the wrecked body between them, a satisfied, primal smirk twisting his lips. Dante straightened, looking down at the trembling form, then met Adam's eyes across the bed. The air crackled, not just with spent lust, but something heavier.