This is my first fanfiction for DMC (eep), I hope it turns out okay... well, it's Dante x Nero which I love and finally decided to write something. Yes, there will be yaoi eventually so if you don't like, then shoo!!!

Capcom owns Devil May Cry and if I owned it, Dante would deliver me pizza in his coat and a man thong... and Nero would be in my shower

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A Need to be Loved

Chapter 1 – Pizza Guy

He was going to kill Lady. It was the only thought going through Dante's head as he slashed his way through a small hoard of Scarecrows with ease. Important mission my arse, Dante grumbled to himself as he sliced the last demon in half with an angry slash of Rebellion. What kind of money does she expect me to make off this? Sure, there was nothing to be accidentally destroyed that would increase his debt, but the pay for this 'mission' was lousy. Because he had to travel so far out for this one, more of the earnings would go on travel costs than going towards paying off his seemingly endless dept. He was never going to find the money to fix the damn plumbing at Devil May Cry at this rate and he was fed up of cold showers.

Grumbling even more at the thought of his financial frustrations, and Lady's smug expression when he returned, Dante slung Rebellion onto his back and left the field for the farmhouse to collect his pay. Before knocking on the door, he glanced at the sky to see that a dim blue glow was all that was left of daylight. Great; he was tired, smelt of demon blood and now had no choice but look for a hotel in the crappy town down the road. Could his luck get any worse? He decided to let that question slide as he knocked on the wooden door, trying his very best not to look pissed off. This was Lady's fault, not the client. The aging farmer opened the door slowly with a look of fear in his eyes, but that left him when he saw it was only the devil hunter.

"A-Are they... dead?" he stammered.

Honestly, what did he take him for? "Of course," the irritation was clear in Dante's voice.

"Oh thank god! Please come in sir, I'll sort out your pay."

God had nothing to do with this. Dante walked inside awkwardly, knowing already that his payment would barely serve him at all. He glanced briefly into the living room, seeing a boy with short black hair covering his eyes, his mind lost in the music he was listening to through his headphones. He couldn't have been any older than eighteen; similar to the kid he met a few months back in Fortuna. Dante shook his head. His mind had wondered to that cocky young hunter far too often of recent.

"Here you are sir," the farmer returned. "This is what we agreed."

What Lady agreed, Dante thought as he flicked through the wad of cash. "Adequate," he mumbled with a shrug.

"I'm sorry to have called you out so far and so late, but our local hunter doesn't take these jobs in the evenings. He must have another job or something."

"Local hunter?" Dante raised an eyebrow.

"That's right," the old man nodded. "Young kid. Never seen him though."

"Interesting." It couldn't be...

"I hear he's not bad."

"Listen, I need to get moving. Do you know a decent place to stay in the town further along? It's too late for me to head home now."

"My daughter works at a small place called The Constellation. It's a bit cramped in the rooms, but it's clean. I tell you what, as thanks for coming all the way out here, tell her to charge me for your stay."

Lucky. "Thanks."

Though it was a little awkward, he wouldn't refuse an offer like that. Outside, Dante tucked Rebellion safely away in the boot of his red sports car before heading off towards the town. The cool evening breeze was refreshing and managed to take off a bit of the edge to the stench of demon blood in his hair. He drove slowly through the narrow streets of the town, trying to find The Constellation. However, he found himself easily distracted, especially by a young couple walking along aimlessly, holding hands and laughing. Was he really feeling that lonely? That's why you're always thinking about that kid, right? Dante ignored his inner devil and drove on, eventually finding the place he was looking for. That old farmer was right; it was tiny. But it was free.

He parked the car in an empty space behind the building and retrieved Rebellion before entering, immediately spotting the woman behind the desk. Her hair was the exact same colour black as the boy in the farmhouse; she was probably his mother. Dante strolled over to the desk, feeling his tiredness washing away by the hunger that now enveloped him. Where the hell would he be able to eat in this place?

"Can I help?" the woman asked.

"Err, yeah," Dante replied as he ignored the growling in his stomach. "Your father told me..."

"Ah, you must be Dante the Devil Hunter!"

That startled him a little. "Uh... yes..."

"So you really did come all this way to help my father?"

Reluctantly, yes. He nodded.

"Let me guess, he wants me to charge him for your stay?"

How did she guess all this? "Yeah..."

"No problem, I'll fetch your keys!"

Dante blinked a few times, still startled by her perceptiveness. He then wondered how she could be so cheerful working in here, alone for most of the day with these depressing walls. Such a thing could never cheer him up, as he thought about waiting around Devil May Cry all day for the phone to ring. But the woman was soon back, keys in hand with even more cheer, if possible.

"Second floor at the end," she explained.

"Thanks..." Dante noted, an idea now coming to mind. "Hey, can I order pizza?"

"Oh sure, just give them your room number and I'll send them up."

How he longed for pizza right now. He grabbed at the phone almost greedily, beginning to search through the phone book until he glanced up and spied a pizza delivery number on the notice board. He dialled the number quickly and ordered a pizza with everything he could think of, so long as it didn't have olives. The world suddenly became beautiful again and he felt a little less pissed off. He went through the door at the far end and climbed the stairs to the second floor to search for his room. It was cramped, as he expected, but at least he had a small shower cubical that was shoved in the corner of the bathroom. He checked the clock on the bedside table; his pizza would turn up in about twenty minutes, so he had plenty of time to clean off.

He tossed his clothes onto the small single bed as he undressed, the muscles on his toned body flexing as he stretched leisurely. He hurried into the shower and turned on the water, flinching at the sudden cold but it warmed up soon enough. The heat was relaxing and the cheap soap was enough to wash away the nasty dead demon smell. The steam cleared his head and he allowed himself a smirk as memories of last night's dream came flooding back to him. Nero, his pale skin glowing from heat as he bent over a desk, not a scrap of clothing on his cute, well exercised body. Oh how he'd give anything to have that kid in the shower with him right now, begging to be fucked out of existence. Dante coughed as he felt an all too familiar feeling build between his legs. This shower had to be quick; his pizza depended on it. His recent sex dreams involving the young punk were good, but so was food right now.

With a deep sigh, Dante turned off the water and stepped out, almost slipping on the bar of soap he'd dropped. He dried himself off as well as he could, wrapping the towel around his waist and rubbing through his hair with a dry one. He left the bathroom and stared at the clock again. Almost pizza time! He tossed the towel aside and put on his boxers and leather trousers, deciding it best not to startle the delivery guy. The instant he zipped up, there was a knock at the door.

"Pizza delivery," spoke a young male voice.

Dante froze. That voice. No, it couldn't be. He shrugged off the thought and opened the door to collect his pizza. His jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw who was actually standing there and from the expression on the other's face, the surprise was mutual.

"D-Dante?"

"Kid?"

It was Nero, no doubt about it. Despite the fact that his usual attire had been changed for the pizza shop uniform, it was him. Silver hair and blue eyes to match his, pale skin that was so tempting to touch and a black leather glove covering his Devil Bringer. If he wasn't mistaken, there was a very faint azure glow emanating from that glove. When Nero saw where Dante was looking, he blushed lightly and grasped the cardboard box a little tighter. What a chance! The kid that had occupied his thoughts for so long now was standing at his door, delivering a pizza. It could only get better if he started a strip tease. Dante smirked, an imagine forming in his mind of Nero wearing only a thong with a slice of pizza hanging from his mouth.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he queried with a chuckle.

Nero glared. "What does it look like old man? Delivering pizza."

"Thought you were in Fortuna."

The younger's face reddened. "I... I was..."

"Hey, you look a little flustered, are you alright?"

"Shut up! Just take your damn pizza."

Dante chuckled again before taking the box from the boy and taking it inside to get some money. Whether he knew him or not, he still had to pay. He returned to Nero, who was still blushing a furious pink and wearing a glare on his face. Clearly he was embarrassed to have been caught as a delivery boy by the elder, but there was no denying how cute he looked.

"Fast delivery kid," Dante teased. "Obviously not your first time."

"So what if it's not?" Nero huffed, taking the money.

"How long have you been here?"

He sighed. "Listen old man, I've still got deliveries to make."

"Then I'll call in on you tomorrow before I leave."

"Oh... sure..." that offer seemed to surprise him a little. "Here, I'll give you the address. I'm at home all day."

Dante realised something at that moment. "You still kill demons, don't you?"

Nero shrugged as he took a menu out of his pocket and scribbled on it. "Guess so, I get paid for a few jobs every now and then to keep on top of my rent and keep my skills sharp. Can't let you get the better of me, old man."

"Really? You still think of me? I'm touched."

His face turned another shade of red at the other's remark. "Here."

He grumbled lowly as he thrust the written on pizza menu into the elder slayer's chest. A smirk once again crept to Dante's lips as he took the piece of paper without dropping Nero's gaze. This was still too good to be true.

"I check out at eleven, so expect me around then," he explained.

"Whatever," Nero mumbled. "Just don't forget."

Without another word he left, Dante watching him before he exited to the staircase. Like I'd forget you kid; I can't get you out of my mind! He shut the door and glanced at the address Nero gave him, squinting to try and make out the words. It was on the way out of town in his direction, so it was no time off the trip back to Devil May Cry. Dante smiled to himself as he piled his clothes onto the chair and slipped into the small, slightly lumpy bed. Hopefully, he wouldn't be alone on his way home tomorrow.