A/N-- Mmmkay, this just kinda came to me while I was listening to Breaking Benjamin's 'Had Enough'. Obviously it'll be ongoing, and there will be blood and gore and tears and maybe, maybe… Mpreg? I dunno yet, but we'll see!! Oh, and if you read, please, please leave me a yummy review! Please! *Puppy eyes*

Disclaimer-- Yea, yea, I don't own DMC or Breaking Benjamin's 'Had Enough'. If I did, I'd be one rich lil yaoi fan girl!!! And who knows what I could do with the yummy DMC guys and that much money… *Evil Grin*

Had Enough?

Dante sighed in utter exhaustion as he struggled the last few steps to the front door of Devil May Cry. He was covered in dirt and blood stained his coat in huge, off-red splashes. He was aching, sure a couple of his ribs had been broken but were on the mend, and all he wanted was a hot shower and then to just sleep the next twenty four hours away with his head on Nero's lap. A small smile played around his lips and he felt a small surge of energy as he pushed the door open and stepped into the cool interior of his demon hunting headquarters.

His first instinct was to call out for Nero, to let the kid know he'd made it back safe and sound from a mission Nero had been afraid for him to go on. The cry choked off in his throat when he caught a whiff of demon pheromones, and a low growl sounded in his throat. Not only did it herald the presence of a demon, it also meant that it was ready to mate.

And Nero had been home alone.

Dante didn't doubt that the kid could defend himself, but what if the demon had some nasty trick up its sleeve-- or tentacle, or whatever-- that could put a stop to an uncooperative possible mate? Could it be that Nero was upstairs, being--?

Dante refused to think the worst, but there was a slight moan from upstairs, and Dante whipped Rebellion from its perch on his back, and steadied his hands as he crossed the room and headed up the stairs slowly, moving as noiselessly as a panther on the prowl.

He got half-way up the stairs when there was another moan. This one was slightly louder, and didn't sound like someone who was in pain, but like someone who was being pleasured.

Dante swore that when he caught this demon, it would die a slow, agonizing death, if anything had happened to Nero.

He reached the top of the stairs and headed down the long hallway, pausing in the middle of it, straining his ears. There was a whimper which came from the last door on the left.

Nero's room.

Dante braced himself, raising Rebellion to chest height as he took the last few steps, then drew in a deep breath as he raised one leg and kicked the door. It flew open to the sound of splintering wood, and Dante jumped through the ruined portal, ready to defend Nero to the death--

Only, Nero didn't need saving. He lay pinned in the middle of his bed, clutching at the blood-red covers, his head thrown back to expose the pale column of his throat to the man hovering above him, who had paused in his savage pounding into his little uke at the sound of the door breaking. Nero whimpered as he thrust his hips upward, then jerked his head forward, his eyes flying open as he realized something was wrong. The man above him simply turned to look over his shoulder and Dante felt like throwing up as his icy eyes met the cool gaze of his twin.

Vergil smirked and Nero cried out as Dante turned in a blur of red and ran from the room, fleeing Devil May Cry as if the very hounds of hell were after him.