Dante could smell the distinctive scent of the new magazine as it covered his face

Dante could smell the distinctive scent of the new magazine as it covered his face. It was a relaxing and familiar aroma. He was in his favorite spot in the world right now, at his desk, legs up, magazine over his face, and napping – or trying to nap. He was about to drift off when he felt the sensation of someone watching him. Without removing his shelter he spoke calmly and evenly.

"Nero, my boy, is there something I can help you with or are you just here to admire the view."

"How'd you know it was me?" The younger devil hunter said, lifting his Devil Bringer to scratch his head.

"I can feel you." Dante said in the same even tone.

"Uh, excuse me?" Nero furrowed his eyebrows.

"Your arm."

"Oh! Right." Nero felt relief when he realized this. What he thought Dante meant originally he was unsure. Nero just stood for a minute, forgetting to talk.

"Well?" Dante said, Nero sensing slight irritation in his voice.

"What?" Nero was feeling nervous, and Dante was flustering him even more.

"What is it?" Dante said, still under the cover of his magazine.

"Oh, yeah. I need to talk with you."

"I can see that."

"You can't see anything under there." Nero reached over to remove the magazine.

"Don't even think about it, kid. I'm trying to nap here."

"You're always napping."

"And you're always annoying me, what's your point?"

Nero felt his arm vibrate and glow slightly. "Forget it, you're an asshole." He turned to leave.

"All right." Dante spoke removing the magazine and lazily sliding his feet off the desk. "What is it, kid?"

"Why is it that you only pay attention to me when I get pissed at you?"

"Because you're sexy when you're angry."

"Fuck you."

"You wish. Is that what you wanted to ask me?" Dante smirked.

"No." Nero looked down at his feet for a moment. Feeling embarrassed.

"What is it already?"

"It's about, Kyrie."

"Who?" Dante asked truthfully. He hadn't heard about her since he left Fortuna, he didn't even know her name until afterwards.

"My girlfriend, Credo's sister?"

"Oh, right, you've got that whole brother/lover thing going on there, I remember now."

"Yeah, you'd know all about that wouldn't you?" Nero spoke bluntly, but wanting to smile.

"Oh, and I'm the asshole? Ok, ok. What about her?"

"Well, we, uh…" Nero stopped unsure of how to finish.

"You what?"

"Well, we didn't do anything. It's what we tried to do that I couldn't."

"What?" Dante stopped for a second, then realization hitting him. "Oh, shit. You mean…?"

"Yeah, she wanted to have sexy, you know?"

"It's been a while but I vaguely remember sex, yeah."

"Well, I think there's something wrong with me. We started out fine, I was ready, she was ready, and we were really getting into it. Then something weird happened."

"What? Is your cock a demon too?"

"Will you stop it?! No! I….I lost my train of thought."

"You were talking about you're demon wang." Dante laughed.

"No, damn it. Not right this second. I lost my train of thought when I was with Kyrie. I was with her but I wasn't with her and I lost my composure when we were…doing it, and I came too early."

"Well, I mean, you're a kid, it was your first time right? That's not so terrible. You're normal, don't worry."

"Oh no, I'm far from normal. She's fucking pissed at me. She told me to get the fuck out of her apartment."

"Damn! That's harsh!"

"No, no, not really. See, I think she knew what I was thinking, and that I lost my moment with her and was in my own mind, or something."

"How the fuck could she have known that?!"

"I don't know, ok, I just want to fix this." Nero felt his arm vibrate again, he felt slightly frightened, and he didn't want to tell Dante the truth.

"I don't see why she kicked you out because of that; she seems like a nice, understanding girl. She's sweet, she wouldn't freak out over something like that. There's no way she could have known what you were thinking about, unless…."

Oh no, Nero thought. "Unless what?"

"Unless….you said some other chick's name?" Dante looked at him, questioningly.

Nero didn't answer, only looked down again.

"Holy shit! You did didn't you? That's why she's so pissed off! You were supposed to be laying it down and you were thinking about someone else. She's right, you're a cock smear. In fact, get the fuck out of my place of business; I don't want perverts like you hanging around here!"

"Oh can you be serious please?! This isn't funny."

"Well, from where I'm sitting it is, in fact I haven't heard a good one like that in a long time!"

"You think you're smart don't you? Sitting there with your smug smile and laughing at me?"

"Yes?" Dante went back to his seat and put the magazine over his face once more. "Don't worry about it, kid. She'll come around, like I said, she's a nice girl, I'm sure she'll forgive you. I can talk to her if you like."

"Ha, no, I don't think she would want to hear from you."

"Why not? Just because you don't listen to a word I say doesn't mean that someone else doesn't know a good word when they hear one."

"No, it's not that. If she came into contact with you, as devout as she is, she'd kick you in the sack."

"What the fuck?" Dante said removing the magazine once more. "Why the hell would she do that? I mean Lady, you, maybe even Trish, but I haven't pissed her off, I would have remembered if someone else wanted to hurt me, or kick me 'in the sack' as you say."

"Dante, you dumb fucker!"

"What?! What the hell did I do?!"

Nero pinched the bridge of his nose with his Devil Bringer, shaking his head. "She wouldn't want to hear from you, because you're the fucking blame for all of this!"

"What the hell? You ass! It's not my fault that you misfired with your lady! Damn, kid, I can take the blame for a lot of things, but this is ridiculous." Dante was on his feet now, looking Nero in the face, poking him in the chest with his finger. "Maybe you should get some lessons from someone who knows something about sex before you go off all half-cocked. Pardon the expression."

"Why do I even tell you anything? That's what I want to know, I'm fucking retarded for coming here and confiding in you."

"Confiding? You're blaming me for you're shitty sex life!"

"You dense asshole! I'm fucking blaming you because you're the reason it happened. I didn't say some chicks name, I wasn't thinking about some big breasted bimbo when I was trying to make love to her! I was thinking about YOU! I said YOUR name when I came for MY girlfriend. So, therefore, this shit is YOUR fault!"

Nero's arm was glowing wilding now, and he could feel the his face flush over what he had just blurted out, it wasn't supposed to come out like that, Dante just had a special way of making him overly excited and frustrated.

Dante said nothing, the magazine dropped from his hand to the floor, and so did his chin, it seemed like.

"Oh, now you shut up? That left you speechless did it? Well, it would be the first time in your life!"

"I don't know what to say, all the blood as left my brain."

"Yeah, it's shocking, how do you think I felt?"

"Uh…so, what were you thinking about exactly?" Dante sat back on his desk and crossed his arms.

"Oh my God!" Nero yelled.

"What? It's an honest question."

"Stop smirking at me, you perv! You're actually proud of yourself aren't you? You're taking this as some kind of compliment!"

"Shouldn't I?" Dante said lowly, raising an eyebrow. Giving Nero the once over.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Stop it!"

Dante pulled Nero close to him where he sat on the desk, the tip of his nose lightly brushing Nero's. He heard Nero's small intake of shocked breath. Nero's eyes were on his, but he could see the nervousness in them.

Nero felt his knees get weak and fought with all his strength not to buckle. Dante's blue eyes on his, breath on his face, the light touch of his skin, he was losing his composure. He was between Dante's thighs where he sat on the desk, locking him into the tight area by wrapping his legs around the back of his own. Nero's heart was racing, his arm glowing like never before. Should he run? Should he try to fight him? While he was going through all of this inter dialogue he felt Dante slide his arms around his waist pulling him even closer, tightly griping his entire body. He gasped again when he felt Dante's lips kissing his neck, nuzzling into him, and then biting him softly. Now his Devil Trigger wasn't the only think that was throbbing. He felt his cock ache as it rubbed against Dante's own erection.

Finally, Dante kissed his way up the side of Nero's face to his lips. Kissing him deeply and strongly, feeling the hot, wet slide of Dante's tongue invading his mouth. It was so much better than anything he had fantasized about.

Nero knew that Dante was right, he did have the whole brother/lover thing going on, and it had been going on with Dante since they met. Dante was his older brother figure, his mentor, and his best friend. He felt safe with him, his protector, he knew that no matter what mess he was in Dante would help him, get him out of it, rescue him, he was good like that. He knew he could tell him anything, and he was glad he had finally told him his true feelings, in so many words. He told him without really having to come out and tell him at all.

Nero finally broke their long kiss, pushing Dante off him a little. "I can't breath." He smiled. "I need air, you know?"

"So, if I take you upstairs with me, are you going to say my name again?"

Nero smiled, stepping back from Dante, walking towards the stairs, shedding clothes as he went. "Well, there's only one way to find out, now isn't there?"

This was a one shot, but if anyone wants me to write more, maybe I'll continue and write a good SMUT SCENE!!