What You Wish For CHAPTER 1
Well, here's the first chapter of 'What You Wish For' :3 It's still very much a work in progress, but it'll hopefully turn into something great! I fleshed out this chapter a LOT, but it's still a little choppy, so sorry about that. I'm planning to do the same with the rest of this that was already written in Ebony and Ivory Queens. I take chunks from the older chapters but I'm planning to fill them in a lot with new scenes so make sure you read every chapter! :)
This is DantexNero also in this story the relationship is already established, but it's explained in the chapter :) If you are not into that kind of thing I highly suggest clicking the back button right now...like now.
I do not own Devil May Cry, I write only for the entertainment of myself and others!
Everyone has been told that they should be careful what they wish for, but in the heat of passion or rage or hatred there is that stunning moment of weakness where for just that one moment we give in to the impulse. We make a wish. Small and seemingly powerless, but no matter how harmless or stupid it might seem there are always those lurking close to the shadows, listening…hoping for that moment of weakness that would give them the chance to catch someone unawares…to give them exactly what they wished for.
Ten months. Ten. Months. Ten months! Nero's chanted in his mind growing more irritated, more frustrated with every slice he cut in the air with Red Queen, the razor edge sliced with satisfying smoothness through flesh and bone of the demon.
How could she do this to him? It had been ten months! She couldn't just call him up out of the blue like that! Only she could-she had. She'd called Devil May Cry, where he'd been living for the last nine months, crying that she missed him and loved him and wanted him to come home, that she didn't want to be alone anymore. It was heartbreaking. He loved her after all, but there was no way he was racing back to Fortuna where they had been going to exile both of them.
Besides, there were a few other…problems with him leaving. First was that he liked it here, he liked the crazy busy city with all the nameless, faceless people he could blend in with and become just as anonymous, not labeled a freak at every turn. The second was that four months ago he'd gotten involved with Dante. Intimately involved. It wasn't like he could or wanted to go running back to Kyrie. Not really, but a small part of him was still screaming that he should-at least a visit maybe?
He growled in frustration as he looked around and saw there were no more of the demons left making him sheath his blade and press his hand to his face. He didn't know what to do.
Nero's mood hadn't improved at all by the time he neared the shop. He was angry and confused about the whole thing. He was in a relationship with Dante-or it was something like one anyway-he didn't know. He didn't know what Dante thought or wanted. When they stated it was all about need and he'd been swept away in the riptide of Dante's experienced hands and mouth, needing more and more.
It wasn't hard to understand really, even the hardest heart wanted to be loved by someone and the older man made it so easy to pretend that he wasn't sure if he'd made up a myriad of feelings in his head or if maybe Dante really did care about him. He kept it separate when they were in bed and when they weren't.
He pushed open the doors of the shop with a headache blooming in his forehead.
Dante whistled from his desk. "Looks like you got a workout kid."
The younger man set down Red Queen. "Shut up Dante."
The older hunter smirked. "Oh, kitty has claws today."
"I mean it." he glared angrily.
"And fangs too, damn."
"Fuck off Dante! I mean it-fuck off!" he snapped as he stomped upstairs to their bedroom and slammed the door.
Dante sighed heavily wincing as the door upstairs slammed closed. Nero was in a bad mood, why he was the red slayer had no idea. He didn't look like he'd gotten hurt or anything on the mission, but maybe something pissed him off on his job-how the hell was he suppose to know? He wasn't a mind reader.
Some days Dante really liked their arrangement, sex when they wanted it, a mingling of feelings if the time was right, but still casual enough that he didn't feel like he had an evil harpy living with him. Most of the time.
Other times like today…not so much. He sorta wished he could just push Nero out to arm's length and tell him to chill out-and take a walk until he was calmed down like when they were friends-just friends and Nero would take it with a grain of salt and most likely do as he suggested. Today it would be just his luck that Nero would take personal offense to a comment about cooling down and just get even angrier at him.
This-this was why he didn't get into relationships a quick fuck was usually good enough, it's not like he had trouble getting ladies into bed with him-ladies with no expectations of strings attached. The girls at Love Planet drooled all over him, he could get away with taking two or three of them home to sate his needs.
'Sometimes I wish I'd never gotten involved with that punk kid, or that he'd never moved here or that he'd just...disappear so I didn't have to think about this crap.' he thought to himself and immediately regretted it. He didn't mean that. Sure, days like today made him feel like his steady relationship was like swallowing red-hot coals but other days it made him feel like he was on Cloud 9. He had to put up with the bad days to get good ones.
He'd just leave Nero alone for the night, no reason to walk into the bedroom and get blasted. He leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk and laying a magazine over his face to go to sleep.
'Wish he'd disappear, hmm?' a woman strolled around the desk, observing the man behind it with her colorless eyes. She had long black hair and purplish skin. White symbols covered her skin where it was visible, which was quite a bit. She wore a simple white and silver band across her breasts and a skirt of the same style slit up the middle.
She did a little spin, reappearing on the balcony of the stairs. "Your wish is my inspiration, I will do as you wish." she laughed, walking into the bedroom by simply going through the wall.
Nero was sitting on the bed, the heels of his hands pressing against his eyes, as he inhaled through his nose and tried to calm down.
"No need to worry about that child. You have more pressing matters." she smirked.
Nero pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, letting it out through his mouth, trying to calm down and sort himself out.
He fucked up. He knew it, he shouldn't have blown up like that. He was just…so pissed off. That wasn't much of an excuse. He needed to apologize.
He removed Blue Rose from her holster and placed it next to him on the bed and kicked off his boots before starting to push them aside.
Black blanketed his vision for a moment and he lifted his hand to press against his head where his headache was gradually worsening. He was tired…so tired. He collapsed back against the bed.
So that's it for this chapter, sorry for all you guys who've read chunks of this already and are eager for the next part of the storyline, but I really do need to flesh out what are basically the bones of the plot, so I hope you like it anyway :3 As you can likely tell this is a different universe from E&IQ where Nero actually broke up with Kyrie when he left Fortuna because she didn't want to go with him. Until next time!
Ja ne!
~Bitbyboth January 23, 2012