Just a normal day at the office, Nero thinks, as he watches Dante stroll through the front doors of Devil May Cry. He looks sleepy and annoyed.
"Anyone ever tell you to wake up before you come into work?" Nero says from his perch on the couch while removing his headphones from his ears.
"Less talk, more coffee." Dante mutters. "I had a long night."
"I bet. Lucky for you there actually IS coffee this morning, Lady made some; therefore I assume it's poisoned."
"Whatever wakes me up, kid." Dante poured himself a mug, giving an aggravated look at the pot when he saw there was just enough there for only that, one mug, and went back to his usual spot; desk chair with his legs up.
Nero gave a small laugh when he saw the look of utter disgust form on Dante's face after taking a big mouthful. "What's the matter? Not enough sugar for you?"
"This coffee…it tastes like…ass." Dante then shrugged and continued drinking.
Nero simply rolled his eyes and went back to his headphones and magazine. A few moments later, the pair of them had dozed off.
Nero was having delightful dreams of slicing and dicing with the Red Queen when he was awakened by the odd, yet pleasant sensation of someone stroking his hair and face. He opened his eyes to see Dante sitting WAY too close to him. So close in fact, he could feel his breath on his cheek. Nero sat bolt-upright.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" He yelled, batting Dante's hand away.
"You have very soft hair, Nero." Dante said softly and seductively. "And very fair skin."
"Uh…Nero?" He says, already uncomfortable with the fact that Dante didn't call him 'kid', let alone the unsettling way he was invading his personal space. "My Hair? What the fuck, Dante?"
"What? I'm just admiring your handsomeness."
"O……K. If this is your new way of disturbing me, you've succeeded, I'm officially freaked the fuck out, now quit it."
"You're funny. You need to relax, how about a neck rub?!" Before Nero had a chance to answer Dante was behind him with his hands on Nero's neck and shoulders. Nero sat still, too shocked to move. He sat there, feeling Dante rub his neck and shoulders hard, actually doing a good job, he let himself forget for a minute what was going on, as the rubbing was so good, so distracting. Then, he composed himself and jumped up from his perch.
"Dante, are you feeling ok?"
"I feel great; even better with you here."
Nero heard the audible 'gulp' sound in his throat as he swallowed; hoping Dante hadn't heard the same. "Oh. My. God. I think that's enough."
"But I haven't finished your rub-down, I mean, your neck rub!"
"Yeah, I'm good. That's ok." Nero backed away slowly, tripped up and fumbled over the coffee table as he went. "I have somewhere to be actually. Um…a lunch meeting. Yeah, that sounds right."
"Oh, lunch! Can I come?"
"Uh, no, no, you wouldn't interested. You'd be bored; you know how quickly you get bored. I'll come back later, don't worry."
"So, we can hang out then?"
"Yeah…sure…whatever."
"Ok then. Can I have a hug?"
"What?" Nero was sure at this point he was losing his mind. Surely, he was suffering from some sort of hysterical deafness and wasn't hearing things correctly. "A hug? I don't really give hugs; I'm not the hugging type of guy."
Dante stepped forward, forcing Nero to back up away from him until he bumped into the front of Dante's desk, preventing him from escaping any further. Dante's lips just inches from his own.
"Maybe I can have a hug later, then?"
Nero froze, staring at Dante's face, those eyes locked on him like a tiger circling its prey. He was horrified by his affection, but his closeness was making him stir, dare he think it was arousing him?
"I have to go now." He finally blurted out, glad to have said something instead of the horrified yelp that was threatening to rise from his throat.
"Ok, babe, go. I'll be waiting when you get back."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Nero bolted out the door so fast, he wondered if he had left a trail of smoke behind him.
As soon as Nero was outside of Devil May Cry he dialed Lady on his cell phone.
"Lady here." She said, answering quickly.
"What the hell did you do?" Nero yelled into the phone, wasting no time.
"Nero? Hey, how are you?"
"Cut it out, Lady. Dante, what did you do to him?!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." She said, and Nero felt himself grow even more agitated because he could sense she was smiling. He could almost hear her smug smirk over the cell phone.
"Oh, I think you know damn well what I'm talking about! It was the coffee wasn't it? You've been fucking around with something that's made him all….weird."
Lady thought about it for a minute, if she should tell him or not, then said. "It was a love potion. I was on a mission earlier this week, and one thing lead to another….long story short this witch doctor ended up owing me a favor and I cashed in."
Nero, once again sure he was suffering from some incredible mental condition, pressed the phone closer to his ear. "I can't believe what I'm hearing."
"Oh, relax, I thought it was would be funny."
"Funny for you maybe! Let me tell you, this is not funny in the slightest. You missed calculated if you were hoping Dante was going to turn his tender loving care onto you."
"What are you saying, Nero?"
"What am I saying?! I'm saying he wants to drag me back to his hive and make me his queen!"
"Ha! Oh my, that's even better than what I intended. That should provide some after dinner entertainment tonight."
"Oh yeah, laugh it up why don't you? When is this shit supposed to wear off?"
"Well, for a human, a few days. For Dante? I'd give it overnight if I had to make an educated guess, or maybe twenty four hours? I have to come over and see this!"
"Holy shit, what am I supposed to do in the meantime?!"
"I dunno, watch your ass I guess." And with that she hung up laughing.
I hope this is coming off as funny as I think it should be. Dante is supposed to be OOC here for a bit as the effects of the potion. Nothing too serious this time, the next chapter should be up shortly! I hope you enjoyed it!