All Saints' Day

Disclaimer: I don't own Dante, Nero, Trish, Lady, or the Devil May Cry universe. They are owned by Capcom. However, I own Keith. I make no money from this fanfiction.

Title: All Saints' Day

Author: IsaacSapphire

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Wordcount: 1000

Rating: 18+ (or the age of majority in your country, whichever comes second)

Pairing(s): Dante/Nero, Trish/Lady, mentions of Nero/Dante

Warnings: Incest (?), anal, oral, rimming, yaoi (gay), mentions of yuri (lesbian), bad language, reversible, incidental OC.

Reviews: Constructive criticism and praise are always welcome.

Synopis: Dante and Nero met up with some other hunters on the All Saints' Day hunt and Nero learns a bit more about the relationship between Dante and the other demon hunters… and that just because Dante's acting drunk doesn't mean he is.

I apologize for the OC; there was no avoiding one unless I did a crossover and I couldn't think of anyone to use. Well, I guess if I went with the Tony-is-a-different-person-from-Dante theory I could have used Tony, but I don't feel like making a commitment on that issue at the moment.

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"Hey, over here!" A skinny teen boy shouted.

Nero turned, "Who, me?"

"No you dumb rip-off, I want the real white-haired demon hunter. Hey Dante!"

The half-demon bounced over a pile of rubble, throwing a front flip in for no reason beyond showing off. There weren't too many occasions when he could be sure to encounter other demon hunters, but All Saints' Day was a yearly event that doubled as a get-together-and-gossip-fest. Dante was easily the senior active demon hunter, with Lady not too far behind, but he definitely wasn't going to be the distinguished elder.

"Oh hey Keith. I thought you were dead."

"Not quite, just a little busy with some personally stuff last year. Who's this?" Keith nodded in the direction of Nero.

"Sorry. Keith, Nero. I'm training him for a bit. Nero, Keith. I met him two years ago at the Saints' Day hunt."

"Hey Nero." Keith executed a mocking bow, then turned toward Dante. "You sure he isn't like your secret child or something?"

"Nero isn't my kid." Dante snapped. Nero was shocked when Dante pulled him sideways and kissed him on the lips, not too drawn out, but clearly a kiss between lovers. The older man then nibbled at his ear, whispering, "Trust me."

"Oooo, that's how it is. Well, even if I can't have fun with you latter – unless he's interested in a threesome?"

Nero simply blinked repeatedly, trying and failing to come up with a response. Dante hugged Nero to him and growled, "Mine."

"Oh well, at least the other hunters can't shoot at as long as you're here. Do me a favor and tell me when you leave so I can hightail it out of here too."

"Are they still saying that about you?" The half-demon frowned.

"They're never going to stop. I should tell you that there're starting to be whispers about your friend Lady too."

Dante snorted. "I'd love to see someone tell her that."

"Is it true?"

"Lady's no more a demon than you are, boy."

"Precisely. Well, what I really was hollering at you to say was, there's a really big demon over there," He pointed, "and people are going to get killed if someone doesn't do something quick."

Whooping like a child on Christmas, Dante ran off in the direction Keith had pointed, leaving the two young men alone. Nero tried to think of something to say to this young man who had so casually offered to have sex with him, but failed.

"You caught *the* playboy. Impressive. You must be something special. I'd love to play with you, but Dante would kill me. Maybe even literally. Good luck."

"Er, thanks?"

***

'Note to self:' Nero thought, 'When in public, don't get too close to Dante when he's drunk.' The older demon hunter had grabbed him and just about had sex with him through his clothes. It wasn't that the boy objected to the making out, even drunk the older man was skilled, it was making a public spectacle part that bothered him.

Well, that and the being turned on with no hope of release part. Nero wasn't sure if he wanted to yell at Dante or just fuck him, but neither was an option at the moment; half-carrying the older man was enough trouble. Nero was just praying that he'd stay conscious long enough to stager back to Devil May Cry, because he didn't want to find out if he could outright carry him.

Before leaving the bar, Nero had looked around for Keith under the pretense of having to use the bathroom. He'd been unable to find him, so the part-demon had assumed that he'd already left. Damn, he was too responsible.

A couple blocks away from the bar where the demon hunters were having their yearly party, Dante straightened up and started walking on his own, although he left his arm around Nero's shoulders. "Thanks kid, you did great."

A burst of anger flowed through the boy. "What the…?!"

"Well, we needed an excuse to get out of there early." He grinned. "Now they can gossip about the two of us like they've been wanting to all day."

Nero was still on the original subject. "You mean you weren't really drunk?"

"Were you even paying attention? I didn't drink much at all. I have that much on a slow night at the shop. If I want to get shitfaced it takes concentrated effort and at least half a bar's worth of hard alcohol. I save that for special occasions."

The confusion was evident on the younger hunter's face.

"Well, it's like this; that whole 'my enemy's enemy is my friend' thing is bull in this line of work. Just because they kill demons too doesn't mean they won't take a few potshots at you if you give 'em a chance."

"But after all you've done…" Nero sounded somewhat outraged.

"That's why they don't actually shoot at me most of the time; they need me too much. I'm the big gun they wish they didn't need but do. Now you, you're obviously partially demon so you're in the same category, but you haven't made a splash yet, seeing as the events in Fortuna weren't publicized. You'll be ok in a bit though. It's harder for folks like Keith."

"Is he a part-blood too?"

"You should have gotten a good sniff; you tell me."

"He smelled just a little… off."

"Yeah. He's got a few drops in there, nothing like you or me, but it's there." Changing the subject Dante said, "You should be safe for the next year anyway. Gives you time to establish your usefulness."

Nero gave him a blank look.

Dante grinned. "They know you're under my protection now, I made that pretty clear back there."

"THAT'S what that was all about?!"

The half-demon looked a little sheepish. "Partly. I also want everyone to know I'm in a relationship with you. Now, about the real reason I wanted to leave early… You want to fuck in the alley or race home?"

Nero thought for a moment. He was horny, but he didn't find the risk of getting arrested a turn-on, so he yelled, "Catch me!" and took off running.