Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Devil May Cry series nor its characters (damn you, Capcom! Tee-hee, just kidding ^_^). It'd be pretty evident if I did though, there would be secret optional endings revolving around hot mansex :).
A/N: Hello fellow DMC fans! It's been a while, hasn't it? Yep, I've been on hiatus for a while but now I just don't feel like finishing It's Complicated. I have bigger fish to fry now –oh wait, is that the wrong expression? Anyway, the story was poorly written, had no plot, and just over all was a big letdown to me (and for some reason it's my most popular. Sigh). This, however, is my new baby. I've gained some new writing skills -even though I'm still not very good- it's a major improvement and I can confidently say that I want see this story to the end. Oh, and most importantly, this story was loosely inspired by bitbyboth's Tick Tock. Which is an immensely awesome story, by the way.
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Chapter 1: We All Make Mistakes…Some Are Just a Little Bigger
Nero glanced over at his partner from the passenger seat inquisitively. The male in question was cursing to himself…Not about the brash-mouthed young man, but about himself for once. Or to be more accurate, about a costly mistake he'd made on their latest mission. Nero chuckled at the sudden turn of events, earning a death glare in return. "C'mon, Dante, we'll find a way to change you back. In the meantime though, we need to find you something to wear. I think my close my clothes might be a little too big for you." he jested with a soft laugh, nudging the other in the arm.
"Like I care, a hobo has a better sense of style than you do." He retorted defensively, looking into the rearview and seeing his reflection stare back at him. The image in the mirror was not that of a thirty-three year old man, but that of someone barely out of their teens. He inwardly growled, wanting to rip the mirror from the windshield. A few days ago, they'd gotten a call for a simple extermination gig. The customers were a team of well-known archeologists, whom reportedly had been excavating outside a remote town well over two-thousand miles away…A two day trip by car, non-stop.
*HOURS AGO*
They'd been walking for hours in the direction their clients said the demons had been coming from. Nero drew a heavy sigh, stopping to stretch his tired legs. The other hunter halted to a stop, smirking in his usual fashion "What's the matter, kid? Tired already?"
Nero huffed at the playful tease "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Dante threw an arm around the younger, kissing his neck "I can wear you out more, if you'd like."
He pushed him off, shaking a blush from his pale cheeks "Cut it out, Dante. We're supposed to be working." He irately ran his fingers through his hair, looking at the sky through the old mossy trees "Hell, how do we even know the demons even came from here?"
Dante pointed to the Devil Bringer matter-of-factly, "That's a start."
Nero looked down at his glowing hand, feeling oblivious. Since it was attached to him and all, anyway.
"You'd think there'd be a vibrate function on that thing." The elder said just as a dirty thought crept into his head. "That'd be kinda kinky. Hey, kid, do you think-"
He crinkled his nose, harshly shoving the Bringer in his very perverted lover's face. "Keep dreaming. And stop calling me 'kid' when you're saying that crap. It's creepy."
"Okay then, how about..." a red rose appeared in between his lips out of nowhere, but had been undoubtedly conjured up by Lucifer. He tucked it into Nero's pallid hair and slid his fingers along the younger's jaw line to his chin "Amor?"
Nero glared, "Cut the crap before you really piss me off. No one's gonna notice if you go missing."
"Well, damn!" Dante couldn't help but grin before feigning a hurt look "and here I thought I was your everything."
Nero blushed, because in truth, he was. He grew accustomed to the hordes of demons he'd fought during the ordeal in his hometown. Afterward, he found it a little too peaceful for his new found love for demon slaying. So much so that he eventually went to stay with Dante, following him around him around like a lost puppy. He couldn't help it, Dante paid so much more attention than his would-be girlfriend, who'd stayed so busy with her new church duties that Nero never got to see her. He'd spent so much time with the elder that he had unconsciously developed a crush on him. Originally, he was just going to stay with Dante for a few weeks, hoping that when he returned his relationship with Kyrie would be renewed. Nothing had changed and Nero felt that she didn't even notice his absence. It later came apparent to him that they were in different places, and in effect left Fortuna again. A few days after returning to Devil May Cry his feelings of desertion began to dissipate once again, and eventually –with the help of Dante's relentless flirting and teasing- became what they are today.
"Out of insults already?" the elder grinned, raising an eyebrow.
He whipped out Blue Rose, placing the tip of her barrel to the other's nose "Don't tempt me."
Dante threw up his hands in surrender, laughing slightly "Oh okay, I can take a hint."
"Took ya long enough." He shook his head, holstering his revolver before walking again.
"I wish I had a camera." The elder stated, placing his hands behind the back of his head.
Nero had tried to ignore him, knowing he was just going to say something to piss him off. It became increasingly difficult after a few moments due to Dante's constant snickering, and the fact that he periodically felt the man's eyes on him. The young man glared, clenching his fists slightly "Okay, fine you win! What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking about how adorable it is when you try to act macho. Especially when you look so beautiful…" he informed, pretending to hold up a camera "those intense eyes that scream murder, the bright flush of your cheeks caused by frustration, and the most fetching... a crimson flower tucked into your soft, lovely locks."
The younger's blush deepened as he realized that Dante had in fact stuck a flower behind his ear and forgot about it. He reflexively grabbed it and threw it at the man "Shut it, Dante. I'll seriously shoot you."
Dante shrugged "Like that would hurt-" he paused as his stomach growled angrily. "Hey, kid, what'd ya say about a little bet. If I kill more demons than you, you have to buy me lunch. Deal?"
"Fine," he sighed, giving a roll of his eyes for effect "you're on."
"You're never gonna beat me with an attitude like that!" He flashed a smirk just before swiftly dashing off ahead.
"Cheater!" He yelled, running as quickly as his feet would carry him.
Dante laughed and called back "It's not cheating if there're no rules!"
Nero helplessly watched as Dante disappeared, leaving him behind to 'eat his dust'. He slowed down slightly, there was no way he could catch up with him and there wouldn't be a point in tuckering himself out before the fight. But then again, he hated losing to Dante. Mostly because the man had some twisted love for irritating him. Nero glared, there was no way he was gonna give in so easy –he'd beat him even with the head start! By the time he got there, the battlefield was already riddled with demonic casualties and Dante was having a ball.
"It's not opposite day!" he chimed gleefully, slashing through the tough skin of his newest victim "Kill somethin', kid!"
He rolled his eyes, revving Red Queen's engine before dashing to the other side of the vast clearing. He cut his way through several various kinds of foes, many of which he'd never encountered before. Nero stopped suddenly before reaching his destination, his Bringer going crazy as he stared at the mammoth coal-colored fountain planted smack dab in the middle of their battlefield. It was very elaborate, the sharp spikes on it gave it an ominous, almost pure evil look.
"We're not sightseeing, kid!" Dante called cockily, appearing to be paying no mind to the young man as he finished off another three.
Nero blinked to snap himself out of his memorization just in time to block an attack from a demon, it appeared to be no more than a large stuffed toy, similar to the Scarecrows he'd fought before. He remembered Dante saying it was something like a Bloody Mari, and they usually came in packs. Just as he knocked it back with his sword, another one rushed him, slicing upward with its scythe and barely missing him. He swung Red Queen up it and knocked it straight up in the air and used his Bringer to snatch up the other one, slicing it down the middle before the first one came down from the heavens. He grabbed it again, slamming it face first into the ground until purple mist erupted from it and it ceased its struggle.
Dante threw Rebellion through the air like a boomerang and began tearing up a demon, he falsely yawned and checked the time on an invisible watch. Three gunshots rang through the air just before the demon fell limp and Dante's weapon came flying back at him, he glared as he caught his weapon.
"No rules, right? I'm running low over here!" Nero taunted as he sliced and diced another two, they disappeared into an ash. He barely caught the satisfying glower on his lover's face before a burst of lightening burst through the air above him. He shielded himself with his Bringer as the long electrified claws of a Blitz manifested from out of nowhere. He made quick work of the first round, beginning to feel the fatigue of the armada of enemies he'd already slain. It darted from all around, pushing Nero closer to the fountain. His weapon was suddenly knocked from his hand as the Blitz grabbed him from behind and lifted him into the air. The all too familiar pain of the crimson electricity pulsed through his body as he struggled, it started to involuntarily shake. It was going to explode. Just as he pulled his revolver from the holster, he was dropped to the ground. He caught a glimpse of Dante's red coat before he and the demon disappeared underwater. The Blitz exploded, sending the murky water straight into the air. Nero's breath caught as he jumped to his feet, afraid to step forward. The water stilled, the young hunter's heart began to pound in his chest "Dante?"
He surfaced, coughing the water from his lungs as he climbed out of the fountain. "Is it just me or is leather not supposed to expand when it gets wet?" He asked, pulling his pants up around his hips before noticing Nero's incredulous stare. "What's-" he paused, something wasn't right. He looked up at Nero as he stepped in front of him. He turned around in disbelief and glanced down at the water's reflection. His adolescent form stared back.
Nero poked Dante, still unable to utter a word.
"Don't do that!" he shouted, his voice mirrored his body as well. He smacked his own head, "Seriously?"
"…Are you okay, Dante?" Nero asked, staring down at his lover as he teen flailed about.
"Do I look like I'm alright?" he snapped, pissed off beyond reasoning with.
Nero stood quietly until Dante turned and faced him. He was now two inches shorter than him, the sight of a little Dante made Nero want to laugh, especially while he stomped around cussing at the fountain for 'shrinking him.'.
"God…" he muttered, looking down his pants in disappointment "I haven't looked like this since I was eighteen…"
Nero snapped back to reality when Dante cut the car's loud engine and slammed the door. He tried to hide the grin on his face, trailing the other as they entered the office.
The girls were laying on the couch together, appearing to be bored out of their minds. Lady was the first to turn around "It's about time-" she stopped midsentence, stunned at the sight of the white-haired teen struggling to hold up the leather pants on his hips "What the hell happened to you?"
Trish sat up, placing a hand over her mouth in shock "Dante?"
"Go ahead and laugh. This little bastard wouldn't shut the fuck up the whole way home." He glared, pointing behind him toward his counterpart.
Nero smiled ear-to-ear, unable to repress it anymore "What? All I said was that no one's gonna sell you alcohol now."
"-And once again neither can you, motherfucker."
Lady stood right in front of him, scrutinizing him as he shrugged off his now over-sized coat "Well?"
"The demons were nested in the forest," Nero said, crossing his arms "there was this giant fountain in the clearing and Dante fell into it."
The girls raised their eyebrows in disbelief. Dante turned around waving his hand in dismissal before climbing the staircase "I'm goin' to sleep. Kid, if the phone rings, get it."
"I think it was mid-gothic period. What's funny about it is that it wasn't manmade. I could definitely feel demonic presence." Nero looked at Trish.
She gave a slight shrug, eyebrow still raised in skepticism "Why would a demon want to create something like that?"
Lady nudged Nero's arm "-and where did you say it was again?"
"Don't even think about it, Lady. I got a really bad vibe from it. Like whoever made it had malicious intent." The half demon warned, turning his attention to the empty staircase in concern.
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I found a folder containing bits and pieces of the chapter and decided to go ahead and post it, I don't think that it really conveyed the point I wanted to make for the first chapter; they fucking around by having a little contest instead of actually paying attention and it ended up costing Dante. I'll probably eventually go back and fix it, I just really wanted to post it because I started this over a year ago I think. Reviews are loved BTW ^_^