Okay, this story is an AU, so if you have a problem with that..then leave, if you also have a problem with male x male relationships..leave too! Please review if you do like this story, it means a lot to me. I just thought that there wasn't many stories where Dante and Nero are both teenage boys *drools on shirt* yummy :3 Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story..and no flames please!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Devil May Cry or any of its characters, they belong to Capcom.
"Stadium Lights"
The sun still hid behind the darkness of the sky as Nero woke up from his peaceful sleep. His alarm had literally vibrated itself off the nightstand that stood beside the teen's twin sized bed. Nero jolted upright from the sound, he groaned at the horrible noise flooded his sensitive ears. The teen turned off the alarm and crawled out of his bed, he headed to the bathroom to take a shower before school.
Nero turned the shower on, as he waited for the water to warm, he removed his teal-colored boxer briefs. He carelessly tossed them into the dirty clothes bin next to the sink. Nero turned and checked the water, satisfied with the temperature the lean boy stepped inside and started to cover his body with the hot liquid. He ran his soft hands all over is body, making sure his body wash got him nice and clean; he didn't like the thought of dirt covering his skin.
Once he was done he turned the water off and grabbed a towel that was folded neatly on the floor beside the tub. He dried off and threw the towel to the corner of the room, not really caring where it landed. Nero walked back to his room so he could get dressed. He sighed as he began to search for something to wear. Once he found his favorite t-shirt he slipped it on with some ripped blue jeans (which were slightly tight and showed off his muscular legs).
Nero viewed himself in the long mirror behind his closet door. He pulled off the punk look nicely; he donned the ripped jeans, a band t-shirt, large studded belt, and dull black combat boots. The teen knew he was extremely sexy, that muscular frame and cute face could get him far in this world, but people at his school usually ignored him. His pissed off aura would scare off any girls who wanted to flirt, and some guys as well. Nero would usually give them a look that clearly says 'stay away from me or I'll kill you'.
As he finished looking at himself, Nero walked to the closet and grabbed a dark blue hoodie. "Okay, time to go," he growled. He headed down the stairs and ignored his foster parents. Nero grabbed his phone from the kitchen counter and headed to the front door; he left without a word. As the teen walked to school the sun began to shine brightly down on the youth's head. Nero enjoyed the heat as he walked inside the large brick building. The school's halls smelled of old gym socks and wood polish. Nero winced at the smell and continued walking to his locker. Once the teen arrived at his locker he grabbed two large textbooks and shoved them into his black book bag.
The boy turned to shut his locker door, but he stopped his actions due to several loud laughs and yells. The punk flicked his white locks out of his light blue eyes as he stared through the locker door's slits. He noticed the school's favorite athlete, Dante, who also is the school's hottest eye candy. Nero sighed in defeat as he saw Dante wrap his arms around some slut with dual-colored eyes. The punk could only dream about Dante wrapping his arms around his lean, muscular frame. But Nero couldn't just walk up to the elder teen and spill his heart out. He couldn't risk people finding out he was gay, and Dante would most likely laugh in his face and call him a loser. Nero growled silently as he slammed his locker door and headed to class.
The punk walked into his first period class, which was his favorite because it was art. He enjoyed drawing and painting, even though he wasn't the best at any one of them. The punk took a seat, his eyes roamed to the door as he spotted his prey.
Dante had art this period, and Nero would enjoy watching the elder from the back of the room. The jock's long muscular legs looked delicious in his tight jeans, and his upper body seemed to be sculpted by angels. Nero secretly stared at the athletes arms and abdominal muscles that were outlined perfectly by the blood red muscle shirt. The punk was head over heels in love with the senior.
Nero pulled his eyes away when the teacher stated she wanted the students to draw something that made you happy. Nero knew what made him happy and went to work. He would look up every few minutes to make sure nobody saw his masterpiece.
The whole class Nero worked on a drawing of two boys kissing on the football field; one boy was wearing skater clothing while the other boy had a football uniform on. The stadium lights made the pair of males' skin glow as they embraced each other. Nero smiled at the picture before placing it in his folder, he was going to take it home so nobody else could witness his girly drawing.
Once the bell sounded for second period, Nero grabbed his bag and folder, he was in a hurry so he wouldn't be late to his chemistry class with Mr. Agnus. The punk didn't realize the drawing with the two boys had fallen from the over- flowing art folder.
Dante watched as the white-haired junior left the room. The jock grabbed his red book bag and headed for the door. Before the teen could leave he noticed a paper on the floor, it stood out like a sore thumb, various shades of bright colors decorated the paper. He kneeled down and picked it up.
'What the hell?' Dante went wide-eyed at the drawing, he was stunned. He started to think that the football player looked a lot like himself. It had his white hair and the same jersey number. It had to be him, who else had white hair and that number!
Dante placed the picture in his bag, he wonder if it belonged to that Nero kid, the other male in the drawing did look like that punk. Dante just ignored the thought for now and headed to his next class.
Nero walked quickly to his last period of the day-gym. He always looked forward to this because the sexy white-haired senior had it, too.
The punk walked into the smelly locker-room and started to undress in front of several other guys that were either shy about their body or completely in love with themselves. Nero gave a small smile as he eyed the football star, his face flushed as thoughts of Dante kissing him flowed through his mind. The punk did his best to clear his mind- nothing better than getting a boner in the boys' locker-room.
Nero quickly stripped down to his boxers, he grabbed his loose fitting black gym shorts that came to his knees and put them on. He turned to leave but was caught by a large, hairy hand on the collar of his navy blue gym shirt. Nero gripped the hand, anger flashed through his eyes as he made eye contact with the asshole who was most likely going to fight him- that asshole was no other than Blake, the football team's biggest lineman.
"Hey, emo bitch, why ya starring at my friend, Dante?" Blake questioned after Dante had left the room. Nero growled as he twisted the boy's hand which caused Blake to let go of his collar. Blake used his free hand to grab Nero's neck, slamming him into the lockers. The lineman's eyes began to roam the soft flesh and lean muscle of Nero's body.
"If its cock you want, then do me a favor and get on your knees and suck mine, eh?" Blake started to pull his shorts down, exposing the tip of his limp member. Nero thrashed around, unable to move-the grip on his neck was making it hard to breathe. Nero panicked a bit, having no strength to hit the big teen, so he did the first thing that came to his mind. Nero leaned his head up and spit directly on the attacking teen's face.
"You damn bitch, I'll teach ya to fuck with me!" Blake yelled. The large teen pulled his fist back to punch the punk in the face. Nero winced, waiting for the hit…but it never came. Nero was confused, he opened his eyes and looked around, only to find Blake on the floor being punched in the face by Dante. The man of his dreams just saved him from having a black eye.
"Now get your big, ugly ass out of here," Dante demanded, kicking the lineman in the ass so the big teen would move faster.
Dante turned and looked at the younger teen. Nero was still slightly confused and shocked, he moved to sit on the bench, his long legs no longer wanting to support his weight.
The jock walked over to the other teen and sat down, not really sure on what he wanted to say. He looked at the cute teen through his shaggy white hair, noting that the other seemed a bit sad. 'The kid looks like a lost puppy..a kinda cute lost puppy,' Dante thought. The football star moved his gaze to his lap, he didn't understand why he had just thought about the other teen as being 'cute'. He shrugged it off as nothing and went back to staring at the punk.
"You okay, kid?"
"It's N-Nero, and yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for saving me" Nero gave a small smile.
"No problem, that asshole needed a good ass beatin'!" Dante smirked. He finally got a good look at the younger teen's face. The jock paused for a moment, his heart hammered hard in his chest. 'Holy hell, he's fucking hot. Wait, bad Dante.. you like girls!'
"Well, I really owe you big time for helping me" The punk looked over at Dante's relaxed form.
"Actually, I was wondering if you could help me find the person who made this picture," Dante said as he moved across the room to retrieve his book bag. He walked back over to Nero and sat closer to the teen, but not even realizing it.
Dante pulled out the picture of the boys kissing and showed it to Nero.
Nero's eyes went wide, his heart stopped beating and his hands became sweaty. "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?" He screamed, trying to grab the picture from Dante.
"Found it on the floor, guessing nobody wanted it since it was there." Dante nonchalantly said, leaning his back against the lockers behind the bench.
"Can I h-have that back?" Nero asked, his body seemed like it was shutting down by this embarrassing situation.
'Jackpot' Dante thought. He was right about the picture being the kid's handy work. "So this is your picture?" Dante pointed to said picture in his other hand. "Its odd how I look very similar to the football player in this…and you look so much like the other boy. Care to explain this, Nero?" Dante lowered his voice on the last question. The punk's name seemed to roll off the jock's lips like a purr.
'I'm so fucked!' Nero thought..
Okay, that was chapter one. I know it's not good, but if you did enjoy it, please review! I love reviews just as much as yaoi! Okay, that's a lie..but I still do love them! ^_^ No flames, please!