Chapter 95: Clover Exploration
The lingering stench of demon ichor and ozone still clung faintly to Dante’s clothes as he pushed open the heavy steel door leading to the sub-level of his mansion. The thick, rhythmic thump of the club above was a muffled echo down here, replaced by a deeper, expectant silence. Stone walls, polished steel fixtures, and the scent of leather and expensive lube welcomed him. His private playroom. A sanctuary carved out of bedrock and indulgence.
Sukuna followed a step behind, a near-silent shadow radiating coiled energy. Dante could practically feel the residual tension thrumming off him, the echo of violence that hadn’t been fully sated downstairs.
Just as Dante reached for the inner handle of the reinforced door, it swung inward.
Adam stood there, blinking in the brighter light spilling from the hall. His usual smirk was firmly in place, but his eyes held a flicker of surprise, quickly masked. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Evening, your Majes—" he began, the sarcastic title dying on his lips as his gaze slid past Dante and locked onto Sukuna.
Sukuna flashed a predatory grin, sharp teeth glinting. His deep voice, still rough from exertion and the whiskey, rumbled through the corridor. "Got Sparky in there with you, Feathers? Or you just playing with yourself?" His crimson eyes scanned the dimness beyond Adam.
Adam’s composure cracked for a fraction of a second. "Fuck off, Sukuna," he retorted, but the comeback lacked its usual bite. His wings rustled slightly.
The reason for Adam’s momentary stumble became immediately apparent. Sukuna was shirtless, wearing only loose grey sweats slung low on his hips. Sweat still glistened faintly on the intricate tattoos swirling over his powerful chest and abs. And the thick outline of his erection was undeniably prominent against the thin fabric, jutting forward with an almost arrogant confidence.
Dante chuckled, a low, dark sound that vibrated in the confined space. He stepped fully into the doorway, his own presence expanding to fill it. His blue eyes, sharp and amused, locked onto Adam’s face, deliberately tracing the path Adam’s gaze had just taken. "See something you like, Halo?" Dante asked, his Detroit accent thickening slightly with lazy suggestion.
Sukuna blinked, momentarily confused, then followed Dante’s gaze down his own body. A low, dark chuckle escaped him as understanding dawned. He didn’t bother adjusting himself, just let the evidence of his arousal hang there, a blatant challenge.
Before Adam could muster a retort, Dabi materialized beside him, peering around Adam’s wing. His striking, scarred features were a mask of cool indifference, but Dante didn’t miss the slight widening of his turquoise eyes as he took in the scene: Dante’s predatory amusement, Adam’s flustered irritation, and Sukuna’s half-naked, blatantly aroused form.
Dante’s gaze shifted to Dabi, his smile softening into something dangerously flirtatious. "And the star of our little cleaning crew makes an appearance," he purred, stepping fully into the dungeon’s main space, letting the heavy door swing shut behind Sukuna. The room was all dark stone, polished restraint equipment, plush cushions, and strategically placed lighting. "Ready to get properly dirty, Sparky?"
Dabi’s cheeks flushed instantly, a vivid stain against his pale skin, but he held Dante’s gaze, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. "Depends on what you’re offering, Morningstar," he retorted, his voice surprisingly steady despite the blush.
It happened fast. A glance, a shared understanding that crackled between the four men – the lingering violence, the simmering tension, the raw hunger. Dante gave the barest nod towards Adam. Sukuna’s predatory focus snapped to Dabi.
"Adam," Dante commanded, his voice dropping an octave, laced with an authority that brooked no argument. "Strip. Now."
Adam opened his mouth, a smartass remark clearly forming, but Dante was already moving. He closed the distance in a fluid stride, grabbing a handful of Adam’s shirt and hauling him deeper into the room. "Save the lip, angel. You'll need your breath."
Meanwhile, Sukuna advanced on Dabi. Not with Dante’s overt command, but with the silent, terrifying intensity of a hunting animal. Dabi didn’t back down. He squared his shoulders, meeting Sukuna’s crimson gaze with a defiant tilt of his chin. "Got something to say, King of Curses?" he challenged, the brattiness a thin shield.
Sukuna just grinned, that feral baring of teeth. "Just admiring the view, Sparky." He was on him in an instant, one massive hand tangling in Dabi’s dark hair, not painfully, but with enough pressure to make Dabi gasp. The other hand ripped Dabi’s shirt open with a single, brutal tear, buttons pinging off the stone floor. "Heard you like it rough."
Dabi shoved against Sukuna’s chest, a token resistance. "Fuck you, I like it how I want it, asshole!"
Sukuna’s laugh was a dark rumble. He effortlessly pinned Dabi’s wrists behind his back with one hand, using his larger body to crowd him against the cold stone wall beside a padded bench. "We'll see what you like," he growled, his free hand sliding roughly down Dabi’s chest, nails scratching lightly, possessively, over the scars and taut skin, heading for the buckle of his belt. "Bet that smart mouth looks better stuffed."
Across the room, Dante had Adam bent over the same padded bench Adam had been leaning against. Adam’s jeans and boxers were around his ankles, his wings fluttering with agitation. He craned his neck, glaring back at Dante who knelt behind him, slicking his fingers with oil that smelled faintly of sandalwood and spice. "Hurry the fuck up, Morningstar, or I’m falling asleep over here," Adam snapped, the bravado brittle.
Dante landed a sharp, stinging smack on Adam’s exposed ass cheek. Adam hissed, more in surprise than pain. "Patience is a virtue, Halo. One you sorely lack." Dante’s voice was a velvet purr laced with steel. He pressed a slick finger against Adam’s entrance, circling slowly, deliberately. "Gonna learn some tonight?" He pushed the tip inside, enjoying Adam’s sharp intake of breath, the way his wings tensed. "Or are you gonna keep giving me shit?"
Adam pushed back, trying to force Dante’s finger deeper, a desperate bid for control. "Just get on with it, you fucking tease!"
Dante chuckled, adding a second finger, scissoring slowly, stretching him. "Oh, I intend to. But I want you begging for it first."
Dabi’s sharp cry cut through the room, followed by Sukuna’s dark chuckle. Sukuna had Dabi’s pants and boxers shoved down to his thighs. He’d spun Dabi around, pinning his chest to the wall, one hand still locked on his wrists behind his back, the other gripping Dabi’s hip hard enough to bruise. Sukuna’s thick cock, fully freed now, heavy and flushed, pressed against the cleft of Dabi’s ass.
"Still want it your way, brat?" Sukuna rasped, grinding his cockhead against Dabi’s tight hole, smearing pre-come over the clenched muscle. He didn’t use lube, just the slick from his own arousal and Dabi’s building sweat.
Dabi writhed, trying to buck Sukuna off. "Get off me, you fucking animal! I’m not— ah!" His protest became a choked gasp as Sukuna bit down hard on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, a claiming mark. Sukuna’s hips snapped forward, the thick head of his cock breaching Dabi’s tight entrance with brutal force.
"Fuck!" Dabi screamed, his body arching, torn between pain and the shocking invasion. Sukuna held him immobile, buried to the hilt in one powerful thrust. He didn’t move, letting Dabi feel the impossible stretch, the burn, the sheer, overwhelming reality of being impaled. Sukuna’s breath was hot and ragged against Dabi’s ear. "Told you. You take it how I give it."
He started fucking him then. Hard, deep, relentless strokes that drove Dabi forward into the wall with every snap of Sukuna’s hips. It was less like making love and more like a conquest. Sukuna grunted with each thrust, a primal sound of possession. Dabi whimpered, gasped, curses spilling from his lips between ragged breaths. "Bastard... fuck! Too... much... asshole!" But his struggles lessened, his body yielding, adapting, the sharp pain blurring into a hot, searing friction that started to spark something desperate low in his gut. He stopped shoving back and started pushing back against Sukuna’s thrusts, meeting the brutal pace. A low, broken moan escaped him.
Sukuna laughed, triumphant, tightening his grip. "Yeah... that's it. Take it, Sparky. Take every fucking inch."
Beside them, the tension between Dante and Adam had shifted. Dante had three fingers buried deep in Adam now, crooking them expertly. Adam was trembling, sweat beading on his temples, his knuckles white where he gripped the edge of the bench. His head was bowed, wings quivering. The smart remarks were gone. "Dante... please," he gasped, the word rough, unfamiliar on his tongue.
"Please... what?" Dante murmured, twisting his fingers, pressing relentlessly against that spot inside him. Adam cried out, his cock leaking steadily onto the leather below.
"Fuck! Please... just... fuck me. Now. Dante, please!" Adam begged, the words tumbling out, stripped of pride.
Dante smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips. He withdrew his fingers, eliciting a whimper from Adam. He slicked his own hard length, the sound obscenely loud. "Since you asked so nicely." He positioned himself and sank into Adam’s heat in one smooth, powerful thrust, burying himself to the root. Adam arched, a guttural groan tearing from his throat, wings flaring wide before collapsing. Dante set a punishing rhythm immediately, deep and demanding, each thrust driving Adam further into the bench. He gripped Adam’s hips, controlling the angle, the depth, every movement. "That's it... take your king, Halo," Dante growled, his voice thick with lust and authority. Adam could only moan, reduced to wordless sounds of pleasure, his earlier defiance utterly shattered. He met Dante’s thrusts with desperate abandon, chasing the building peak.
The room filled with the brutal symphony of flesh hitting flesh – Sukuna’s relentless pounding of Dabi against the wall, punctuated by Dabi’s high, broken cries that were turning into pleasured sobs; Dante’s powerful, measured thrusts into Adam, drawing deep groans and fragmented pleas from the angel. Grunts, the slick slide of sweat-slicked skin, the sharp scent of sex mingling with leather and oil.
Sukuna came first. With a roar that shook dust from the stones, he slammed deep into Dabi, holding himself there as his cock pulsed violently. Dabi screamed, the sudden flood of heat inside him, the sheer force of Sukuna’s climax, triggering his own. He came untouched, stripes of white hitting the dark stone wall as Sukuna’s name tore from his throat, half-sob, half-shout.
Sukuna stayed buried, breathing harshly against Dabi’s back for a moment, then pulled out slowly. Dabi sagged against the wall, trembling violently, spent. Sukuna stepped back, his chest heaving, cock still slick and semi-hard. His crimson eyes, still blazing with primal energy, watched Dabi slide down the wall to his knees, gasping.
Then Sukuna’s gaze dropped to his own cock. Despite the explosive release, it was already stirring again, swelling back to hardness with unnatural speed.
Dabi, panting on his knees, saw it too. He looked up, his turquoise eyes wide, dazed, but holding a spark of understanding. Without a word, still trembling, he shuffled forward on his knees. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out tentatively to lick a stray drop of his own release mixed with Sukuna’s from the flushed head.
Sukuna hissed, a sharp intake of breath. He tangled his hand in Dabi’s hair again, not forcing, just holding. Dabi didn’t need forcing. He opened his mouth, taking the thick head between his lips. He swirled his tongue, tasting the salt and musk, then sank down, taking Sukuna deep into his throat. He gagged slightly, tears springing to his eyes, but he pushed through, sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks, using his hand to stroke the base. He bobbed his head, messy, desperate, determined.
Sukuna threw his head back, a guttural groan escaping him. "Fuck... yeah... just like that, Sparky." He watched, mesmerized, as Dabi serviced him, the sight of the stubborn, bratty human on his knees, taking his cock so eagerly after being fucked raw, sending fresh fire through his veins. "Suck it... take it all." He guided Dabi's head with the hand in his hair, setting a demanding pace. Dabi choked, but took it, his gaze locked on Sukuna’s, defiance replaced by a dazed, almost worshipful intensity.
On the other side of the room, Dante felt the tightening coil in his gut. Adam was writhing beneath him, begging incoherently, on the edge but not quite there. Dante’s own climax was barreling down on him, unstoppable. He drove into Adam one final time, deep and hard, and came with a low, shuddering groan, spilling himself deep inside the angel, his grip on Adam’s hips bruising.
He stayed buried for a moment, catching his breath, feeling Adam tremble through the aftershocks of his own denied release. Then Dante pulled out slowly. Adam whimpered at the loss, the emptiness.
Dante stood, his own breathing ragged. He looked down at Adam, still bent over the bench, flushed, sweaty, his cock hard and weeping, wings drooping. Dante’s lips curved in a satisfied, utterly dominant smile. He ran a hand possessively over Adam’s ass.
"Turn around, Halo," Dante commanded, his voice still rough. Adam obeyed, shaky, turning to lean his back against the bench, his chest heaving, his cock jutting out obscenely.
Dante stepped closer, his expression dark with intent. "Now," he said, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly purr that sent shivers down Adam’s spine despite his exhaustion. "Fuck me."
Adam’s eyes, glazed with lingering pleasure and frustration, snapped wide open. For a heartbeat, he just stared. Then, without a single word, without a moment’s hesitation, he pushed off the bench. He pushed Dante back towards the sturdy frame of a St. Andrew's cross nearby. Dante let himself be backed against the cool steel, a smirk playing on his lips.
Adam grabbed Dante’s hips, spun him around roughly, and bent him over the crossbar. He spat roughly into his palm, slicked his aching cock, positioned himself, and slammed into Dante’s tight heat with a single, brutal thrust. A ragged groan tore from Dante’s throat, mingling with Adam’s own guttural cry of relief and triumph. Adam gripped Dante’s hips hard, fingers digging in, and began to fuck with a frenzied, uncontrolled rhythm born of desperate need and unleashed frustration. Each powerful drive of his hips rocked Dante forward into the cross.
Dabi, still on his knees sucking Sukuna back to full hardness, heard the new sounds: the sharp smack of flesh, Adam’s animalistic grunts, Dante’s lower, choked moans. He glanced over, his mouth still full, eyes widening slightly at the sight of Adam taking Dante with such furious abandon. Sukuna chuckled darkly, gripping Dabi’s hair tighter, forcing his attention back. "Eyes on the prize, Sparky," he growled, thrusting shallowly into the wet heat of Dabi’s mouth. "Show me that wicked tongue."
Dabi choked around Sukuna’s girth, tears tracking through the drying demon ichor on his cheeks. He forced his jaw wider, letting the thick shaft plunge deeper down his throat, gag reflex suppressed by sheer will. His tongue worked desperately, swirling under the sensitive crown, flattening along the veined underside, trying to please the terrifying force pinning his head. Across the room, the rhythmic slam of Adam’s hips into Dante echoed like a war drum, punctuated by Dante’s guttural groans and Adam’s feral grunts of release chasing relief.
"Fuck! Gonna break you, you arrogant fuck!" Adam snarled, pistoning into Dante’s tight heat, his wings flared wide, casting shuddering shadows. He gripped Dante’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, driving with the frenzied strength of withheld climax finally unleashed. Dante braced against the cold steel cross, muscles corded, head bowed, taking it. A dark laugh rumbled from him, low and satisfied despite being fucked raw. "Try harder, Halo," he gasped, pushing back hard, meeting Adam’s thrusts. "Is that all you’ve got?" Adam roared, slamming home one final, brutal time, his body locking as he emptied himself deep inside Dante with a shuddering cry.
Silence crashed down, heavy with sweat, sex, and exhaustion. Adam collapsed forward, panting against Dante’s back, spent. Sukuna finally pulled his slick cock from Dabi’s abused mouth with a wet pop. Dabi slumped back on his heels, gasping, lips swollen, chin glistening. He swiped his arm across his mouth, eyes dazed but holding a spark of defiant pride. Sukuna looked down at him, crimson gaze unreadable, his cock still impressively hard, twitching against his thigh. He gave a curt nod, almost approving.
Dante pushed Adam off him with a grunt, turning. Sweat slicked his tattooed torso, his eyes burning with banked fire. He scanned the wrecked room – Adam leaning dizzily against the cross, Sukuna looming over the kneeling Dabi. His gaze landed on Dabi, taking in the flushed skin, swollen lips, the defiant tilt of his chin despite his position. Dante’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He stalked forward, the raw power radiating off him making the air crackle faintly. "My turn with the sparkplug," he announced, his Detroit drawl thick with intent.
He stopped before Dabi. "Up." The single command brooked no argument. Dabi pushed himself unsteadily to his feet, meeting Dante’s gaze. His usual cool mask was fractured, showing the flush of exertion and lingering humiliation from Sukuna. "What’s the matter, Morningstar?" Dabi retorted, the brattiness a brittle shield. "Sukuna wore you out? Need a human to feel powerful again?" He crossed his arms, a deliberate challenge, but Dante saw the tremor in his hands, the way his eyes flickered towards Dante’s cock, still thick and leaking.
Dante chuckled, a low, dark sound. He reached out, not roughly, but with undeniable authority, tracing a finger down the side of Dabi’s neck, over the fresh bite mark Sukuna had left. "Power, Sparky?" Dante murmured, stepping closer, forcing Dabi back a step. "You have no fucking idea." His hand snapped out, tangling in Dabi’s dark hair, not painfully, but with absolute control. He tilted Dabi’s head back, forcing eye contact. "You want my attention? You got it." His free hand slid down Dabi’s chest, nails scraping lightly over a nipple, making Dabi gasp. "But you play by my rules now. Understood?"
Dabi tried to jerk his head away, failing. "Fuck your rules," he spat, pushing against Dante’s chest. It was like pushing a stone wall. "I’m not your fucking plaything!"
"Oh, but you are," Dante purred, his grip tightening fractionally in Dabi’s hair. He leaned in, his lips brushing Dabi’s ear, voice dropping to a velvet threat. "And right now, you want it rough. You crave it. Saw you watching me earlier. Saw that little spark." His hand slid lower, cupping Dabi’s hard cock through his ruined pants. Dabi inhaled sharply, hips jerking involuntarily. "Don’t you, brat? Want me to make you feel it?"
Dabi’s breath hitched. The defiance warred with raw, undeniable hunger in his turquoise eyes. He knew. Dante saw it click. Knew the challenge was a plea. "Maybe," Dabi managed, the word tight. "If you can handle someone who fights back."
Dante’s smile turned predatory. "Perfect." He spun Dabi around, shoving him face-first towards a sturdy, padded bench. Dabi stumbled, catching himself on the edge. Before he could recover, Dante was on him. He ripped the remnants of Dabi’s pants and boxers down, baring his ass. Dante spat roughly onto his palm, slicked his own cock swiftly, the sound obscene in the sudden silence. No gentle prep this time. He positioned himself, the thick head of his cock pressing insistently against Dabi’s tight entrance. "Hold on," Dante growled.
He slammed forward in one brutal thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt in Dabi’s unprepared heat. Dabi screamed, a raw sound of pain and shock, fingers clawing at the leather padding. Dante didn’t pause. He set a relentless, punishing rhythm immediately, each powerful drive of his hips rocking Dabi forward. "That's it!" Dante snarled, gripping Dabi’s hips hard, fingers digging into flesh. "Take it, you stubborn little shit! Take every fucking inch!" The stretch was agonizing, burning, overwhelming. Tears sprang to Dabi’s eyes. He tried to arch away, but Dante held him pinned, fucking him with deep, unforgiving strokes designed to overwhelm. A broken sob escaped Dabi, then another, the pain blurring into a searing, all-consuming friction. He stopped fighting the thrusts. He started pushing back, meeting Dante’s power with desperate need, his cock leaking steadily onto the bench beneath him. "Fuck! Dante! Harder!" The plea tore from him, raw and unfiltered.
Sukuna watched, a dark intensity in his eyes, his own cock still achingly hard. His gaze shifted to Adam, who was leaning heavily against the St. Andrew's cross, watching Dante dominate Dabi with a mixture of exhaustion and dark amusement. Adam caught Sukuna’s look. A familiar, infuriating smirk spread across his face. "Enjoying the show, Your Murderousness?" Adam drawled, pushing off the cross with deliberate nonchalance, though his legs still looked shaky. "Or you just waiting your turn to disappoint someone?" He gestured vaguely towards his own spent cock. "Bit deflated after all that bluster earlier, huh? Demon slaughter must take it out of you." He took a step closer, radiating insolence. "Or maybe the Sparkplug wore you out? All that screaming… must have been taxing."
Sukuna’s expression didn’t change, but a flicker of something dangerous ignited in his crimson eyes. He took a slow step towards Adam. "Talking a lot of shit, Feathers," he rumbled, his voice a low vibration that resonated in Adam’s bones. "For someone whose legs are still shaking."
Adam puffed out his chest, the picture of bravado. "Just stating facts, Curse-face. You came, what, once? Barely made Sparky break a sweat before moving on." He waved a dismissive hand. "Hardly king-of-anything material. More like… prince of premature ejaculation." He flashed a sharp, challenging grin. "Guess Dante’s the only real power around here."
It was the spark to dry tinder. Sukuna moved. Not the blurred speed of before, but a deliberate, unstoppable advance that radiated lethal intent. He closed the distance in two strides. Adam’s smirk faltered, his wings flaring instinctively, but it was too late. Sukuna’s hand shot out, not for his hair, but for his throat. Massive fingers closed around Adam’s neck, not crushing, but applying terrifying pressure, cutting off his air and lifting him effortlessly off his feet. Adam choked, eyes bulging, hands scrabbling uselessly at Sukuna’s iron grip.
"Real power, angel?" Sukuna growled, his face inches from Adam’s, radiating fury. "You think you know shit?" He slammed Adam back hard against the cold stone wall beside the cross. The impact knocked the wind out of Adam, stars exploding behind his eyes. Sukuna kept the pressure on his throat, his other hand ripping Adam’s pants and boxers down roughly. Adam gasped for air, panic flashing in his eyes beneath the defiance. "You," Sukuna spat, positioning his thick cock ruthlessly against Adam’s entrance, still loose from Dante but unprepared for Sukuna's brutal size, "are about to learn exactly what kind of power I wield." He pushed the head in, a cruel, stretching invasion. Adam cried out, a strangled sound against Sukuna’s grip. "And you," Sukuna hissed, shoving deeper, forcing his way into Adam’s tight channel with brutal, unforgiving force, "are going to fucking scream for me."