Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the devil may cry characters in this fiction, if I did, Kyrie would have died in the first ten minutes of the game and Dante and Nero would be together...and Vergil would be shirtless in the third game...and Arkham would wear a frilly princess dress for my entertainment.

Rated Mature for Violence, Border Line Rape, Incest, Twincest, Language, and Hot Man Sex in later Chapters.

Please read Domination before this story. This is a sequel to it.

Damn, I've been having trouble getting time to update on here. I apologize, but I've been feeling crummy lately and just can't write as often. I hope you guys enjoy this anyway!

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Chapter One: Constant Question

Nero tossed slightly on the bed he shared with Dante. It had been a few weeks since the end of his maturing and the whole time the same question kept popping into his head about his new mate. The old man never told him about his maturing and he wanted to know what had happened. The truth was that he was sort of jealous that Dante had gone through his maturing with someone else. The asshole didn't even tell me who the person was!

The young devil hunter sighed softly and opened his eyes. He glanced over at the clock and glared at it. Once again the question of what Dante's maturing was like had woken him up in the middle of the night. Damn it! That's it! I can't take it anymore! Nero thought as he turned around under the covers and looked at his sleeping lover.

"Dante." No reply. "Dante!" Still nothing.

Figures, the only thing that this old man will awake up for is a demon attack or… Nero smirked. He moved closer to the elder and gently licked across his cheek, making sure to purr softly. For a moment, the younger slayer was convinced that Dante was not going to wake up until he felt an arm wrap around his waist and pull him closer.

"Don't you think it's a little early for good morning sex?" The cocky voice that the other had found he enjoyed spoke. Dante smirked at him and, despite his words, started grinding against Nero's hips. The younger man almost forgot about his question as the older half devil reached into his black boxers and grasped his growing arousal. He quickly pushed aside the desire for the old man and pulled his hand away from his boxers.

"Tell me already." He said, determination and frustration reflected in his eyes. The older man raised an eyebrow, confused at the odd words the other hunter blurted out. "Tell me."

"About what, kid?" Dante asked as he moved his hand way from the younger's boxers. He still was in the mood to fuck the other slayer through the wall or bed or wherever the punk wanted, but he knew that he had to answer what Nero wanted to know or else risk the kid being angry with him…again.

"I want to know about your maturing. You never told me anything and it's been bothering me for weeks now. What happened?" The young devil hunter asked before the elder could get the idea of trying to molest him again. Dante felt a little shocked that the other would ask about that. He himself had trapped most of those memories away for all they brought up was unwanted questions and occasionally depression. He pulled away from his lover a little and rubbed the back of his neck, not quite sure of what he should tell the other.

Nero watched Dante fidget for a while, wanting an answer to his question. He was a little ticked when the older devil slayer sat up and acted like the topic was never brought up, moving to get off the bed. He growled softly and grabbed the elder's arm, pulling him back onto the bed.

"Come on, old man. If you got raped by demons, I don't care. I went through that too, if you remember." The younger man huffed, hating that Dante got to experience his maturing but would not share memories of his own. The older hunter sighed and laid back down onto the bed, thinking for a moment.

"Are you sure you want to hear about it, Nero?" He asked, hoping that the kid would say that he was joking and did not want to know. Sadly, when he turned his head to look at Nero, the younger slayer nodded in response. "Alright, but you better make yourself comfortable, it's a long story. There's also a lot of things you probably won't like so if it gets too disturbing, tell me." Dante said seriously, again wishing that the other would back out before he started. Seeing that the determination did not leave his young lover's face, the elder sighed before starting.

"Okay, the truth was that my maturing…partner…was my twin brother, Vergil." He paused, waiting for any repercussions from telling his lover about the inmate relationship he had with his sibling. Nero only laid down beside him, watching him as if he was telling him a bed time story and eagerly wanted to know what happened next. Dante raised an eyebrow at the younger man's lack of a reaction. "Doesn't that disgust you?"

"Not really. I admit it's weird, but I'm not grossed out by it." Nero shrugged. "Besides, you didn't have much of a choice. When I went through mine, I picked you without my own consent. I'm glad I did though." The younger slayer smiled at the other.

"Well, the thing is that my body didn't even choose him. He's a little older than me and he didn't really fight his demon side so he went into his maturing a few days before me." Dante explained, inwardly shocked that Nero was taking this all in as if it was normal.

"Start from the beginning, old man." The young devil hunter said, not wanting the elder man to skip over parts he didn't want to talk about. Dante sighed. So damn persistent…

"Alright, alright. It all started a few years ago, when I was still working on getting this place…"

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The moonlight of the full moon tried to shine through the dark clouds, trying illuminate the night for any creature that had the misfortune to be out in the darkness. Thunder boomed in the distance, signaling that it was going to start pouring rain. For weeks it seemed like the very sky was trying to drown out the bleak city.

A young man in a long red leather coat smirked as he sat at his newly bought desk in the building that he had rented for his business. He was not expecting any customers to his unnamed work but he thought to stay awake through the night anyway, besides, who could sleep when it sounded like a war out side. Instead, he sat there and debated on what to name his new establishment while he twirled one of his twin guns, Ebony, around his finger. After a few minutes of going through several names that he deemed badass enough for his shop, the sound of bullets banging against metal rang through his office. Dante jumped and grabbed his gun tightly before he realized that it was just hailing outside.

"Stupid weather…" He muttered as he resumed twirling the deadly weapon on his finger as if it was just his keys. The young devil hunter let his mind wander out of boredom as he watched the lightening strike outside the heavy doors of his office. Suddenly, the flashing lightening lit up a figure outside his window, pulling Dante out of his day dreaming.

Nothing moved for a long time, even the lightening seemed to pause in fright of the figure. When nothing summoned in his office trying to kill him, Dante leaned back into his wooden chair and put his gun down onto the polished oak desk with it's twin. Twin…?

The heavy doors burst open, letting in the cold night air with the rain and hail. The young man's eyes darted upward in surprise, a sweet aroma flooding the office in an instant and soaking into his senses. He didn't see anyone standing at the door but the thick, endless scent was relentless and pulled at his hormones.

What the hell is that?! Dante asked in his mind, finding it torture to breath in the arousing air around him. His tight pants seemed to shrink around his hips as his mind begged to find the source and fuck it until it stopped this torment. Even when he covered his mouth and nose, the scent still raped all his senses.

In the distraction of trying to breath, the devil slayer did not notice as someone stepped into his office and marched straight up to him. He did not even notice the heavy panting coming from the person. Only when he opened his eyes did Dante finally notice that something was standing in front of him.

"Hello, brother." Vergil spoke with the same lack of emotion as he always did through his panting. The younger twin removed his hand and was about to ask why the hell Vergil was here but could not as the elder grasped the front of his shirt and yanked him into a demanding and overpowering kiss.

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