A/N: Hey people! I don't know how many of you are returning fans and how many are newbies but this is only my second fanfiction and yes, the summary did say that this will likely be yaoi. This'll be my first attempt at that so I apologize ahead of time if it sucks. For those that do not like yaoi, go away. I am not forcing you to read this, so don't, go check out my other story or something else non-yaoi. For those of you that thought I was going to post my AU father!Dante son!Nero fic, I apologize, I will get to that eventually. Anyway there is one loose end for me to tie up from Blank Slate and then I'll get on with the story.

I got this absolutely amazing review from a guest, seriously, this person made my day and if they're reading this, they deserve much appreciation. I honestly don't think myself a writing god, and there's much better work out there than mine but I'm glad you liked my story as much as you did. Thanks again.

Disclaimer: I'm gonna have to come up with new ways to tell you guys that I don't own DMC again aren't I?

Your Average Friday Night

Nero sighed for the umpteenth time that night and once again wondered how he'd gotten himself into this mess. He was sitting in a bar that he shouldn't be in to begin with, yet Dante apparently didn't want to leave him at the shop. Speaking of Dante… Nero looked around.

"Dammit…" he swore, where had the other slayer gotten to? Last he had known the half devil had been on the dance floor, trying to pick up an easy lay for the night. The younger was loathed to admit it but the older man was a fantastic dancer, years of demon slaying and his status as a half breed gave him an almost unearthly grace. Nero asked the bartender if he'd seen Dante and the man replied that he had not but wished him luck with his search. The partial devil swore again and decided to just leave his partner there, why hadn't he done that already? Unable to answer his own question, the white haired teen got up and left.

Once outside, Nero took a deep breath of the cleaner air, reveling in how it cleared his senses. He never understood how Dante liked going to clubs and bars so much, they were crowded, noisy and the air was so full of scents that the teen was always instantly lost in them.

"I need to relax." He mumbled to himself, he didn't have Red Queen with him, as it would attract too much attention at the club, but his Devil Bringer and Blue Rose were sufficient enough to take down a few mild demons that always seemed to lurk in the dirtiest corners of the city. Perfect way to unwind, the former Knight thought, heading for some back alleys that surely had the type of fight he was looking for.

Soon enough he sensed a small flare of demonic power and ran for it. What he didn't expect was for the source to go dashing past him in the form of several demons chasing a young woman. He took off after them, quickly taking down the stragglers at the end. Nero fought his way to the front so that by the time the demons cornered the woman, there were only a few left, who were quickly put out of their misery with a few well-placed shots from Blue Rose. The teen couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he hadn't even needed to get his Bringer out but decided he'd just pick a fight with Dante when he got home for forcing him to the club only to abandon him in the first place. He then turned his attention to the girl who, to his surprise, wasn't cowering in fear of the creatures that had just chased her down. Her auburn hair fell freely over her shoulders, reminding Nero greatly of Kyrie. His heart panged slightly at that thought but it was for the best that he left her. He was too rough, too much a demon for both Kyrie and Fortuna, already by the time he had left the small island, she was starting to move on, form relationships with new people.

The similarities between the two ended there though, as Kyrie was modest and innocent; this woman's clothing and presence easily revealed her as a prostitute.

"Thank you." She said simply, making no move to either run in terror or cling to her savior.

"Uh… you're welcome." Nero responded, unaccustomed to such a response, or lack thereof.

"Though…" the woman daintily turned, her bare feet padding softly on the ground. "I could've handled them myself."

"What?" the teen had time to ask before the woman turned and tackled him, hissing and spitting. Unprepared, the slayer fell and his holster was conveniently pinned underneath him. He squirmed.

"Get off of me you demon!" the partial devil yelped, shoving at the woman-turned-demon with his human arm as his Bringer was pinned beneath her weight. Life hates me today, he thought, otherwise he'd have realized this thing was a demon sooner or he'd have at least some sort of weapon available to him.

"That's not very nice…" the she-devil crooned, leaning over him, a seductive smile on her face. What Nero didn't understand is why she didn't revert to her demon form, the only demon he knew that didn't do that was Trish and she had a human heart.

"I don't care! Get the hell off of me!" he growled, squirming harder.

"Shhh…" the demon crooned, acting as though this was ordinary and placing a gentle finger on Nero's lips. He bit it out of spite and refused to let go, even when he tasted blood. The woman screeched and yanked her hand away, slapping the teen square on the face. Nero swallowed when his head violently hit the concrete, trying to clear his thoughts when he realized that his Bringer was now free. He gave a furious roar and punched the she-devil off of him and proceeded to show her what it meant to upset a demon slayer. Despite the anger clouding his vision, he was still confused that in her last moment she refused to drop her human form and there had been a small, sad smile on her face.

"Crazy bitch." The white haired teen mumbled, spinning Blue Rose on his finger before holstering it on his thigh. Then he stumbled, his vision spinning, ears ringing.

"What the hell…?" he steadied himself on the alley wall and tried to continue walking, only to stumble again, his balance no better than a moment before.

"Must've been something I drank." the partial devil decided as he hobbled the few blocks back to Devil May Cry.

Once inside, Nero decided that there was something seriously wrong with him, he was shivering violently and had had to stop several times on the way home to throw up in an alley. Unable to make it any farther, he stumbled to the couch and pulled a blanket over himself before falling into a fitful sleep.

Dante opened the doors to his shop quietly, hoping to avoid the fight he knew Nero would pick for leaving him at the club. But c'mon, that girl had been really hot and then there'd been the opportunity for this threesome… not that the kid would understand the fun in that, the elder slayer huffed to himself, and then he noticed the lack of angry words being sent his way… The half devil looked around, his eyes easily adapting to the dark interior. Nero was laying on the couch, a blanket pulled carelessly over himself, the slayer in red was about to wake the kid when he noticed him shivering violently and the younger gave a deep, choking cough.

"Kid? You okay?" he approached his partner and noticed that the teen hadn't even unwrapped his Devil Bringer, which he always did the second he walked in the door. When Nero didn't answer, Dante assumed he was asleep, and sick, if the dry rattle of his breathing was anything to go by. Concerned, the elder pulled the blanket up higher on the kid and pulled another from the closet.

When his pale looking partner was sufficiently covered, Dante put his lips to Nero's forehead to check and see if he had a fever and of course, this is when the teen's eyes flew open.

A/N: Yup! First chapter! I don't know if it's obvious as to what's happening to Nero or not or if his potential relationship with Dante is obvious either but if it isn't, it'll be more fun to reveal it slowly. Anywho, I'll leave it at that.

Till next time,

-Winged Element