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 Blood, Language, Future Hot Man Sex, A Sexually Frustrated Dante, and other things I am thinking of.

Hello! I am alive! I feel awful for not updating recently so I thought I would start on my DMC holiday fiction. I apologize if it is not up to my normal standards but this is the first time I have written in almost a month. My immune system is also shot so I was writing this with a headache and bronchitis. ^-^ But anyway, I hope you enjoy this~!

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Chapter One: Building Frustration

The city was blanketed in a winter chill as the sun began its descent behind the horizon. The snow fell faster to the earth than normal but the wind was not blowing strong enough to call it a blizzard just yet. A red convertible, that was a noticeable poor choice for the weather, plowed through the thick snow on the road, finally coming to a halt in front of the famous devil hunting office of Devil May Cry. A red and blue clad figure stormed out of the car and up the steps, followed by a black and red clad man at his heels.

Nero snorted in annoyance as he pushed open the doors of the office with the elder hunter directly behind him. The old man just had to push it when he got hit one too many times by the demons they were exterminating. His neck had healed quickly but his pride was a little slow on the recovery. It was not his fault that a demon leaped from one of the buildings above them and landed, teeth first, onto Nero. Thus, the comments and jokes commenced from Dante, all lighthearted in nature but that did not help the fact that his mistake was being rubbed in his face. The younger man was sick of the repeating process.

"Shut it, old man." Nero muttered under his breath, taking off his denim coat and throwing it over one of the arms of the dark leather couch. He walked toward the stairs, eager to get away from the elder before he lashed out at the man.

Dante chuckled at the frustrated man before walking towards the kitchen, smiling at the reaction he always got. He opened the silver fridge by the worn handle and pulled out a slice of pizza from the day before. Biting the tip of it, he held it in his teeth as he grabbed a can of beer and shut the door. Dante waited for the normal routine of Nero walking through the kitchen and making a remark about how only eating pizza was unhealthy but instead he heard a loud slam in the direction of the younger hunter's room.

Must have really pissed the kid off this time… Dante thought before sighing softly and walking back into the main office. The elder sat down behind his desk, propping his feet up in their habitual position. Tease him a little and he hates me. Remind me not to make him feel better again.

Dante took another bite of the pizza before glancing up at the stairs, his eyes did not get far as they caught his poster of a shirtless woman pinned to the wall. He groaned to himself, covering his face with a hand and leaning forward as he was reminded once again of his inability to find time for himself.

Dante tried to push all his frustration into their missions, managing to let off some steam by killing several demons in a row, but did more bad than good with the younger hunter slaying beside him. More than once, he found his eyes on the other man's form but he reasoned that he was just checking to see if Nero was leaving any openings for the demons. Dante pushed away a pesky thought dancing inside his head which pointed out that if he really was doing so, he would have noticed the opening were the Hellhound had leapt and attacked.

Heaving a sigh, Dante opened and took a large sip of his beer, swallowing it before he could even taste the bitter alcohol. Wonder what the kid is doing...

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Nero took off his clothes, glad to get out of the demonic reeking garments and wondering how exactly he was going to get the green and red blood stains out of them. The red of his own blood kept reminding him of how Dante teased him about his little slip up. Nero huffed and threw his hoodie down on the bathroom's tiled floor.

It was not his fault the older hunter had such a fascinating way of fighting. His body was not hard on the eyes either, not that Nero would ever admit to it out loud or even internally. Sure, he had come to terms with his fascination with the elder but his pride would never let him drop the facade.

The young hunter shook his head, again denying anything towards the elder man. Why would I ever like that cocky bastard? The only thing he loves are the porn magazines he hides from me. He thought, turning on the hot tap and stepping into the noticeably leaking shower. When's Dante going to fix this place anyway? Everything seems to be broken. He moved under the running water only to jump back and shake his hair of the icy liquid.

"Damn it, Dante." Nero growled under his breath. "It's winter and you still haven't fixed the fucking pluming?! Hell, if I knew you where going to be this damn lazy then I would have done it myself." He quickly rinsed himself off, wanting to be clean of the demon blood even if he was frozen afterwards.

After a minute of swearing and cursing the elder, the young hunter stepped out of the shower to wrap a towel around his waist. Nero walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the railing of the staircase, glaring at Dante who was happily eating leftover pizza and downing his second beer.

"Thanks a lot, old man. I nearly froze my ass off in the shower. I thought you said that you fixed the pipes." He yelled down, ignoring the chill that ran up his spine at the cool air in the building.

Dante glanced up at the younger man as he heard him come down a few of the steps. He nearly choked on the bite of pizza he was chewing when he caught a glimpse of a soaked Nero standing in just a red towel. The kid was definitely working out more lately, most likely to keep up with himself and Dante could not be more thankful of the rivalry he had created between the other and himself. The angry expression on Nero's face was twisting his features in a cute way. The water dripping off the young hunter's smooth pale chest and snowy hair only added to the sudden attraction he felt. Dante snapped himself out of it before he could continue his thoughts. He swallowed quickly and took another sip from his beer, ignoring it when Nero seethed at him.

"Did you hear me, old man?" Nero glared down at the older man, becoming pissed at the way he was teasing him and then had the nerve to pretend that he did not exist. "I'm getting sick of the way you're acting lately. It's just not like you." He said, crossing his arms over his naked chest before deciding to give up. "Whatever. Just make sure you're up for the mission tomorrow. I don't want to be forced to wake your ass up at seven again."

Nero walked back up the few steps and disappeared into his room. Dante let out a breath he was not aware he was holding. That was the first time he ever looked at the kid in such a lustful way. He never noticed how attractive the hunter he had taken in was. The experienced hunter rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. I think I need to get to bed...or visit Love Planet at least. This sexual frustration is killing me.

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