Yay! This is my third story, technically, but my second DantexNero. I just enjoy this pairing so much, I thought I'd write it at the same time I'm conquering "Return", a DantexVergil. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Let me know any suggestions or anything. Once again, dreams are separated from actual events by *******. Thoughts and dreams are in italics. 3rd person omniscient pov.
Please, please review. It lets me know how I'm doing and if you're enjoying my work
I don't own DMC, its Characters, or concepts, yadda, yadda. Capcom owns the awesomeness....I just give it twists.
WARNING: Contains strong language, explicit yaoi, and slightly atheistic themes. Don't like, Don't read. Simple as that.
One
He pinned the smaller hands above the smaller head of white hair, pressing the younger against the wall behind his old, wooden desk. The kid smelt of arousal and desire, with just a little Grey Goose thrown in. It was sexy, making the elder's already hard cock ache with excitement.
"Dante, c'mon. Let up!" he wiggled, trying to get free to no avail. Apparently, he didn't want to be the submissive one.
"Afraid I can't do that, kid".
He leaned into him, pressing his toned body against the well-firmed body of the younger hunter. His clothed erection rubbed the growing bulge in the kid's pants, making the younger moan and close his eyes. Dante pressed his lips against the kids, exploring his mouth with his tongue, both fighting for dominance. The elder won, biting the other's bottom lip as he pulled away for air.
"Dante.." the younger moaned, "Fuck me."
The words made the elder shiver with anticipation. He undressed them both quickly and set about finding the lube that he'd hid in his desk somewhere. Meanwhile, the younger was gently stroking his cock with his human hand, making small sounds that made Dante feel all the more aggressive.
He leaned the kid over his desk, slipping in a lubed finger. He earned a gasp, then small enjoyable sounds as the younger got used to the sensation. He slipped in a second, then third as he prepared the kid for the entrance of his thick member.
"Hurry up" the kid growled.
"You don't have to ask twice" the elder responded before shoving into the kid hard, loving the scream of pleasure and the feeling of the kid pushing for more. He began to thrust deep and hard, picking up speed as the kid begged for it.
"Dante"
"Oh, say it again." the elder loved hearing his name come from those soft lips.
"Dante" he said again.
"Dante!!"
"DANTE!!"
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"DANTE! WAKE THE FUCK UP!!"
His bedroom door flew open and the voice of Lady flooded his dreams. He bolted upright, annoyed as piss at the realization that it was her yelling his name and not the young slayer in his dreams.
"Dante, you've got a mission today; a big paying mission. Don't you think you should get your ass out of bed?" She glared at him as he sat there, perched on is elbows. His alarm clock read 8' clock. Too damn early.
"What?"
"You're disgusting"
"Huh?" then he noticed the huge tent in the sheets. He smirked and chuckled to himself.
"You make me sick" Lady grunted.
"Then why are you staring? Curiosity killed the cat, ya know. In your case, it could please the cat"
"Ew" she shook her head, stomping to the door, "You're too perverted for you own damn good. YOU better be glad my pistols are downstairs."
Dante let himself fall back, sighing. How many times had he dreamt about the kid now? He couldn't count it on his fingers….that's how many times. How many times had he woken to morning erections? Again, he couldn't count it on his fingers. Ever since he'd left Fortuna a few months ago, he'd been having them non-stop. He had a spot in in heart for the punk that made him feel warm when he thought about it.
Hmph. That kid….
"Dante! I'm gonna take the mission for you if you don't get your ass down here!!" Lady yelled
"Shit" he whispered to himself, throwing off the covers and rushing out of his bedroom. He almost flew down the stairs, getting to the living quarters just as she opened the door.
"That's my mission, Lady. You might as well just put down Kalina Ann and make yourself comfy."
"You're going out naked?" She crossed her arms, a smile invading her features.
Dante looked down. Oh yeah, he hadn't even gotten dressed.
"Maybe" he looked back at her, not giving a shit she was seeing him in his birthday suit, "I could make the demons' heads explode with one sway of my sexy body."
"Uh-huh. Could you heal that back if it got ripped off?"
"Ouch. Why so harsh?"
Lady rolled her eyes, hoisting Kalina Ann up on one shoulder, "I'm taking this one. Consider it clearing a small portion of your debt."
"Ah, fuck you Lady." The elder grunted at her.
"No thanks. You can save that for someone else. Nero maybe?"
She left, leaving Dante butt-naked and scratching his head in the middle of his office.
"How did she know?" he asked himself.
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(Meanwhile, In Fortuna)
The white haired boy was growing more and more frustrated with the way things were. He was living in the small, bland apartment with a woman who was so damn needy he couldn't think straight. He felt as though he was going to go crazy if he didn't do something about it. He couldn't leave without her pestering him, "Where are you going? When will you be back?". And to think, he didn't even like women….
He loved Kyrie, he really did, but not the way she thought he did. She was sisterly, almost motherly to him….and he didn't have an Oedipus complex. He was at a loss. He didn't want to break her heart, but he couldn't take much more of this. What had to be done, had to be done he supposed. Even if it meant breaking her heart and being kicked out with no place to go. He just hoped she'd understand.
Walking up the stairs to the small place he called home, his thoughts went back to when him and Kyrie had been closer. That's when another white haired man came into his life.
How many times had he thought about that man? Standing there with that signature smirk on his face, gloating, being an ass….how Nero wished he could see him again.
"What the hell am I thinking?" he said, out-loud, to himself, "I guess I am going crazy."
He opened the door and met the gaze of the young girl with the pretty voice, obviously excited he was back after just an hour of being gone.
Oh yeah, he thought, I'm definitely going crazy here.
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(Back at DMC)
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"Dante!! God, save me Dante!!! Help!!"
He rushed forward, Rebellion drawn, running with all his might toward the demon that threatened to crush Nero in it's grasp.
"Hold on, Kid!! I'm coming for ya!!"
He slashed at the creature, triggering in anger as the beast hurled the younger about. If he didn't hurry, the kid would be toast.
"Dante!!!" he screamed.
The sickening sound of crushing bone came just as Dante killed the beast. Nero was silent, lying in a pool of his own blood.
"No" Dante yelled, tears threatening to escape his crystal blues, "No!!!"
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"Oh shit" he groaned to himself, falling out of his chair and tipping the phone off his desk. The nap had proven to be host of a not so nice Nero dream.
"Jesus Christ" he sniffed, actual tears coming to his face at the nightmare. Why couldn't it have been another sex dream? He wiped his face off, righting his chair and phone, sitting down with his head leaned back. He couldn't get the kid from his thoughts whether it was sex or disaster.
"Catching a little nap?"
It was Trish this time, he black, leather bound ass walking in the door to the fridge, bending over while she looked in for Dante's elusive Jack.
"Not in there, Trish" he grunted, sitting up.
"I'll settle for this" she pulled out a can of beer, "So what's on Dante's mind?"
Should he tell her? Nah, he shouldn't. "Guess" he laughed.
"Really?" she sipped the bitter beverage, "Okay then. It's another person. Another demon. Nero to be precise."
He stared at her. "How the fuck does everybody know this?"
"Have you forgotten that you talk in your sleep sometimes?" she giggled, "Me and Lady heard you say his name in your sleep the other night. Ya know, when you fell asleep on the couch watching Poltergeist?"
"Ah, fuck" he sighed. Duh.
"Seriously, do you have a thing for him?"
The elder just stared at for a second before turning in his chair and hiding the blush that was appearing on his face. Gees, now I'm blushing. "I think it's more than a "thing"".
Trish sat on the edge of his desk, drinking the last of the can's contents, "So the Devil falls in love….How cute."
"Cut it out" he growled.
"But it's darling" She teased.
He knew he shouldn't have said anything. First, he loses his mission, now he's being chided for having a special place in his heart for the punk. This day was just peachy.
"You know what I think" She said, grabbing another beer.
"Nothing good"
She shot him an irritated look, popping the can open and resuming her perch on his desk, "You should go to Fortuna."
"What? Go back to that stick-up-their-ass-uptight-religious city? I don't think so."
"Do it for Nero"
He growled and banged his head against his desk, "Touché, Trish. You sure do know how to work a situation around, don't cha."
"It's for your own good, now isn't it?" She finished off her second beer, "You got any more?"
"Grey Goose in the cabinet." He stood, hunger seizing his stomach. Pizza sounded good. Pizza always sounded good.
"So" Trish had already made a screwdriver and handed another to Dante, "Lady is on her way over. We're playing poker. You in?"
Poker was something he was sure he'd beat them at. "Hell yeah" He tipped the screwdriver over, draining it in no time at all.
"And you'll go to Fortuna tomorrow?"
"Sure, sure. I'll go. What else do I have to do?"
Trish smiled, "Order some pizza."