~Inner Demons~
By: Aerys Krystie.
Theme: AU, XOver.
Plot: Set two years after "Rogue". Dante is dragged out on another mission to save the world by his favorite Nephilim. Unfortunately, that means having to deal with with things that don't seem possible and Dante finds out what really goes 'bump' in the night.
Warnings: Yaoi, sexual content, language, violence, OCs and OOC. (May change as the story goes on as I don't plan these things! Sorry.)
Disclaimer: The character/s of Devil May Cry and DNAngel do not belong to me. I make no profit from this story.
The demon hissed and revealed its ugly self to the son of Sparda, rasping out the hunter's name. The hunter just stared at it, raising an eyebrow. Was it serious? Did it really think it would scare him? He had been to hell and met the ruler. He had fought demons with regenerating properties. He had met his brother on the battlefield. And that demon seriously thought it was something to be feared? What happened to the intelligence that the demons claimed they had?
The hunter spat, unaware that a similar scenario was being played out in a different town, miles from where he was. Both held their blades, with their eyes closed as they thought back to that fight where they faced their brothers. Where they had almost lost their lives. The low level demons had nothing on the perils they faced in that desert. Blue eyes opened and there was a smirk as they stared at hideous creatures before them. They weren't scared. They never were. They were aware of what could be worse.
"You think you're scary? Try dealing with a PMSing angel!"
"You think you're scary? Try dealing with a retard demon!"
The blood of the demons were split and they looked up to the sky. The stars twinkled brightly and they chuckled, turning their backs to the mangled bodies of the hell creatures they had just destroyed. The other was far from their minds but they both knew it wouldn't be too long before they saw each other again. Neither of them were looking forward to it. More to the fact, neither of them were looking forward to what would bring them back together.
Dante entered the Devil May Cry and threw himself onto the sofa. It had been a boring and tiring job to wipe out a nest of demons. He was spent and all he wanted was to sleep. The last six hours had been hunting them and killing them. Muscles he didn't know existed hurt. He was starving and there was a sweet scent filling the building. He raised his head and looked around. On top of the fridge was a silver tray with éclairs. Blinking, Dante got to his feet and picked one up. Caramel éclairs. As far as the half-demon knew, Patty didn't know how to bake.
After his hunger was under control, Dante removed his coat and went into the bathroom. Life had been pretty much hell after the near-apocalypse. Krad had set up his account so he couldn't spend the money on anything besides paying off his tabs; which he eventually did. He got a little more money sent in from the blond, along with the message 'spend it wisely'. Dante did that, naturally. A lot of porn, pizzas and sundaes later…The cracks that Lucifer had made in the earth in order for him to take Vergil down had released a butt load of demons and it had taken Dante the last two years to get them under control.
Dante turned the hot water on in the shower and waited for it to heat up before stripping and stepping under it. That was the last two years of Dante's life in a nutshell. Killing demons. What else could he possibly be doing? Krad often wrote to Patty but never to him. There wasn't a phone call for him and after six months, Dante just gave up. Naturally, when he gave up, he received a phone call from Krad and that was just the blond could hire him. Apparently Krad wasn't aware that if you love someone and you're away from them, you're meant to miss them. Dante had also spent most of the last two years trying to figure out how to change Krad's mind so the blond would go on a date with him. He'd come up with nothing.
Dante closed his eyes and the only thing he could see, the same thing he'd seen for the last two years, was Krad. It had become more frequent in the last three months when Krad sent a picture to Dante that was obviously not meant for children to see. Dante had asked not to be disturbed for the next few hours as he satisfied some urges. It had helped a fair bit with some of his tension and he was still getting turned by women, which was just as annoying. He wasn't going to pay for sex; no way would he sink that low.
Dante washed his body and groaned. He would need a massage. His back was killing him but he didn't exactly want to spend money on something like that. Maybe he could just get Patty to walk along his back at some point the next day. Turning the shower off, Dante stepped out, dried his hair and body and wrapped the towel around his hips, heading to his room. Life could really suck at times and as it was, he'd already rung up tab at the pizza parlor and the ice-cream parlor. He yawned and went to throw himself onto his bed and froze.
Dante came to the conclusion he was so over-tired he was hallucinating. There was no way that Krad was asleep in his bed. Well, that was true because Krad woke up and looked at him. The glowing gold eyes looked tired and worn and Dante got the feeling that the previous two years hadn't been a walk in the park for the blond, either. For some reason, seeing Krad woke Dante up like a hit of adrenaline. And Krad woke up well too, after Dante punched him. The blond jumped to his feet and pinned Dante to a wall, glaring into his eyes. Oh, Dante missed that glare. He missed the hormonal catastrophe like crazy and found himself often wishing Krad would at least visit.
Dante smirked and slipped his hands under Krad's oversized shirt. The blond gasped and went to step back but Dante held on, pulling the ridiculously smaller body against his own. He inhaled the gentle scent of strawberries that seemed to always surround the blond. He moaned in the back of his throat and ran his hands along Krad's back, which he could was rigid but at that moment, Dante didn't care. The skin was so soft and silky, just like everything else on the blond. Krad struggled against him but Dante knew he was enjoying it. If he wasn't, Krad could easily overpower him and make him suffer.
Dante would gladly admit he missed everything about the blond. The sarcastic remarks, the snide comments, their fist fights, the comfortable silences they usually fell into, the glare, the smirk and he even missed the way Krad would ask if he was retarded. It was boring not having anyone around to challenge him and Krad did more than that. The blond drove him insane with his temper tantrums that usually turned violent. The arrogance the Nephilim held. Everything. His attire, his lips, his hair and his eyes. Oh, god especially his eyes.
Dante often had dreams of those eyes glowing with lust and the things he could do to the blond's body. The way he would writhe. The sound of his voice as he begged, whimpered and moaned. Dante wanted to experience it in reality. He wanted Krad to scream his name. Feel his body arch under his touch and taste his blood. He wanted to mark the pale body so everyone would know who the Nephilim belonged to. No-one was allowed to touch Krad. Everything about the blond belonged to Dante, as far as the half-demon was concerned. Krad was his and his alone.
Krad wrapped his arms around Dante's neck, kissing his cheek. "Dante," he whispered heatedly into the half-demon's ear, enticing a groan from the man and for his body to be pulled even closer. "Remove your fucking hands from my body."
"And if I don't?" Dante teased, licking Krad's throat, feeling the blond inhale sharply. "What'll you do? Cut them off so I can't play with you anymore?" Dante smirked against the pale column when Krad shifted, as though he was thinking about it. He hissed when the blond kneed him in the ribs and stepped back, glaring at him. "Or you could just do that."
Krad regarded him coolly. "Get on the bed," he instructed.
Dante liked where that morning was headed. He lied on the bed and Krad walked over to him, removing his shirt. He turned Dante onto his stomach and straddled his rear. Dante moaned and closed his eyes as Krad began kneading at the knots in his back. Krad had small hands but they were powerful. Dante gripped his pillows, eyes rolling back behind his lids. That was better than sex. Well, maybe not as it was turning the half-breed on even more the longer Krad did it. If the blond didn't stop soon, Dante was going to have his way with the Nephilim.
Half an hour later, Krad rolled off the demon spawn. His knees were killing him and he was content to fall asleep until Dante shifted and Krad was forced to open his eyes. Krad smiled softly as Dante stroked his cheek affectionately. He didn't think the son of Sparda had it in him to be so gentle. Krad's eyes widened and he turned his head away as Dante lent in closer. He felt and heard the demon sigh against his cheek and the blond sat up, pulling his shirt back on. He bid a goodnight to Dante and left the room, going into the main area and lied on the sofa.
Dante groaned and let his head fall to his pillows. Krad certainly was a hormonal catastrophe. Only the blond could leave Dante hard and without satisfaction. And yet, Dante expected nothing less from the Nephilim. He wouldn't be Krad unless he fucked with Dante as much as possible. Although, Dante got the feeling it was because the blond wasn't sure how to act in sexual situations. He was over fifteen hundred years old and still a virgin. That had to suck. As soon as Dante turned fourteen, he lost his virginity to the first person that would take it.
Why is Krad here, all of a sudden? Dante sat up but fell back. He decided he could ask in the morning, after he had gotten some rest and after Krad had cooled off from the semi-attack that Dante had placed on him and the sun was up. He didn't want to deal with a pissed off angel, especially if Krad decided to call on his uncle or even his father. Dante closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly. At least his back wasn't hurting as bad as it had been an hour ago.
Krad forced his eyes open for a second time that day as someone shook his shoulder. He moaned and looked at the gray blob standing over him. He rolled over and snuggled into the back of the sofa, wanting to get more sleep. He had spent the last two days flying to see Dante and that was very tiring. He didn't want to be disturbed for another few hours at least but the persistent shaking continued and Krad tried to fall asleep to it. That was the plan until it got more violent and eventually Krad sat up, glaring at Dante for daring to wake him at that ungodly hour.
Dante smirked which turned into laughter as Krad got up, tripped over his own feet and landed on the coffee table, knocking down the card castle he built two years ago. The blond groaned and pushed himself up, falling back onto the sofa and closing his eyes. Dante leaned over it and kissed Krad's cheek, not surprised when he got the back of a fist to his. Dante chuckled and stood straight, rubbing the point of impact. It would seem that Krad wasn't the best morning person and Dante wasn't surprised; neither was he. Still, it was after five in the evening and Dante was bored. Having Krad around meant that his entertainment should go up.
"Wake up, Krad."
"Fuck you."
"It would be more fun the other way around."
"Go to hell and stay there."
"Only if you go with me."
"Seriously, Dante, leave me alone."
"I can't do that."
"You can and you will or I will stab the shit out of you."
Dante stepped back, deciding that his life was better served if his heart was still beating. He watched as Krad fell to the side, asleep again. Dante moved towards his desk, looking at the doors when they opened a woman stepped inside. She raised a thin eyebrow at him and her dark eyes flickered over to the couch, where it was painfully obvious that Krad was asleep there. And he's still ruining my chances at getting laid! Dante threw himself into his chair and kicked his feet up onto the desk.
The woman stepped up to the desk and looked at the demon hunter she had heard so much about. He wasn't exactly what she had been expecting, especially not with a child asleep in the same building as business. But she was told he was the best and she needed the best right then. She perched herself on the edge of one of the chairs, looking at the man that appeared to be napping in front of a client. She bit her lip, wondering if she had arrived at a bad time.
"What can I do for you?"
Dante opened an eye when he heard movement from the sofa and saw Krad standing, staring at the woman. "Azalea?" Krad asked, stepping closer.
The woman looked over her should, her eyes wide as she saw the blond that had helped her town. She thought that gold hair looked familiar. She ran over to Krad and hugged him tightly. "Oh, Krad! I'm so glad I found you. The town, it's being attacked by demons. Most of the people are dead and the ones that live can't believe you left us. Please, Krad, come back with me and help us again."
Krad knew that was going to happen. It was why he had left in the first place. There were just too many demons for him to handle. Okay, that was a lie. Krad could've gotten the townspeople out and leveled their homes, taking out all the demons but he didn't want to resort to that. He had gone to the Devil May Cry to ask Dante for his services, again. Instead, it looked like the woman was going to do it for him but Krad already knew that Dante knew that was the reason for his visit.
"Of course I will, Azalea." Krad detached her arms from his body and smiled. "Just let me shower and change then we can leave." Krad turned his eyes to Dante. "All three of us."
Dante sighed and closed his eyes as Krad left the main area, going for a shower. He knew there was a hidden reason behind Krad's random visit and it wasn't because the blond was looking at getting laid, either. He just had to spend the next two or three days around the blond, killing demons and saving damsels in distress. It was a job, at least. One that would pay him decently, if Krad was hiring him.
The shower went on and Azalea shifted nervously. She was grateful that she had found Krad, as he had helped their town a great deal. It had taken him near to two years but the rundown mining community was back on its feet and thriving. Of course, it only took a few hours of Krad's absence for that to be destroyed. It was like the demons were waiting for him to leave so they could attack. It had been horrible. She had lost her two sisters to those monsters.
A young man entered the building and looked at the woman. Dante remarked on how popular that place had become in the last ten minutes. The shower went off and the man stepped up to Azalea. "Have you hired him, yet, Lea? We really shouldn't be away for too long."
Azalea shook her head, grinning. "No, I haven't hired him, Phim. But I found Krad! And he's agreed to come back to the town and help us again. Isn't that wonderful?"
Dante sat up, staring at the man that had entered. Phim looked like he could be Krad's older brother, with the same kind of golden blond hair, though his was short and fell across one eye and the eye that Dante could see was a sort of medium blue. It wasn't as pale as Dante's but not nearly as dark as Lucifer's. They shared the same pure snowy skin and body type. Though, Phim was taller than five foot two. He was at least six foot but the small frame looked good. Phim glanced at Dante and smiled.
"It is wonderful that you found Krad. I'm glad we decided to come here. So you must be the retarded demon hunter that Krad told us about." Phim looked Dante up and down. "He told us you were the best, even though you ask stupid questions at the wrong times. I'm Phim."
"Dante."
"Krad said something about coming to visit you. I didn't think he would get here before me," Azalea said. "I am so glad he did! The attacks have just been horrible!" She covered her face with her hands as she remembered her lost sisters, Iris and Lilly. They had given their lives to protect her because she was the youngest and now she had to try and survive the apocalypse.
Phim wrapped his arms around Azalea's shaking shoulders, trying to soothe her. He looked up when someone else joined them and his eye widened. That was Krad? That beautiful, delicate looking, little thing was the savior that Lea was going on about? Phim had moved into the town six months ago but hadn't had the pleasure of seeing the one that everyone admired. Phim could understand why Lea constantly went on about Krad's eyes. They were enchanting.
Krad stared at the man that was with Azalea. He didn't trust the other blond and he couldn't understand what it was. He had never seen him before but there was something not right with the one that was hugging his friend. Not taking his eyes off the man, Krad tightened the laces on his boots and straightened. He didn't know that Azalea had brought someone else with her and he would try to be civil considering the woman trusted him. Krad frowned. How could he not know that Azalea had someone else with her? Because she didn't know that the man was with her. He had followed, probably to make sure she arrived safely but Krad doubted it.
Dante watched the Nephilim. There was something on his mind and the half-demon got to his feet, grabbing his coat. Krad had told him that he was joining them, whether he liked it or not and frankly, with the way Krad paid out, he was more than happy to join the little battle. Dante had tried not to smirk when he saw the way Krad froze, seeing the new person in the room. Dante knew he would stare if he saw someone that looked like him. They left the Devil May Cry and Dante locked the doors. He had a bad feeling about that mission.
Dante looked at the hand on his shoulder and then at the blue eye that was visible. Phim grinned at him. "Thanks for joining us. I'm sure Krad is great but having extra help can never be a bad thing." Phim lowered his hand when Dante shrugged it off.
"Krad is one of the best, as well. He might talk down about me but he knows my skills aren't anything to laugh at. So don't judge him because he's small and angelic looking. He could kick your ass down the street before you could blink." Dante stood in front of Phim. "And don't think about trying it. The only person who's allowed to attack Krad is me."
Dante turned and continued walking like that little conversation hadn't happened. There was something about Phim he didn't like. The resemblance to Krad was just too much, even though Krad had said that he was an only child. And even if Krad's mother did have another child it was impossible for it to still be alive. Dante believed the Nephilim when he said he was born a millennium and a half ago and another sibling wouldn't have a beating heart. And yet, there was no demonic presence inside the Krad lookalike. The man was entirely human.
Was it possible that Phim was another Nephilim? Dante shook his head vaguely. No. Krad would've told him if there was another one running around. And Krad would've picked up on it if the man was from the same town that Krad had been living in for the last two years. So what was it about the man that Dante couldn't shake? And why was it that every time Krad appeared in his life he was dragged off somewhere to fight a legion of demons?
End Chapter I.