Devil May Cry

Yaoi Dante/Nero

Maybe OOC

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or the songs but if I did Nero and Dante would have sex in every Anime episode and Vergil would be screwing around with Luis or Leon from RE 4.

Chapter 1-Soul on Fire

Dante had no idea why he was out side. It was freezing and he was sure his testicles had crawled up into his body. He had been walking for a solid hour, further than he usually went from Devil May Cry…but something was pulling him that way. It was nearly one am and there were hardly any buildings open; only a small 70's style restaurant on the corner before him still had its lights on. He shivered into the cold wind, nose pink with frost as his hands shoved deeper into the pockets of his leather pants. 'Maybe now's a good time to grab some coffee.' The thought crossed his mind as he scurried across the street and tugged the door of the diner open.

He planted himself at the end of the dim bar and waved to the waitress, signaling a black coffee. His hands folded on the table, rubbing together in an attempt to gain warmth…when something tickled his nose. He sniffed, eyebrow twitching with familiarity as he turned in a slow circle on the bar stool and quickly scanned the small restaurant. His eyes widened for a moment, locking onto a slight figure at the opposite end of the bar.

The man was slouched over, stirring something in a mug with a swizzle stick slowly, head held in his unoccupied hand. The one stirring the coffee was covered in a thick leather glove, faint glow emanating from it. "Nero?" The other man's head shot up in panic but as his eyes locked on to the red clad devil he let out a sigh of relief and surprise. "What you doin here kid?" He stood from the stool, taking his coffee from the waitress and sauntered over to the teen, taking a seat beside him.

Dante could see tired bags under the teen's eyes and a slight paleness to the already papery skin. "I'm not sure." He stared back at the cup of coffee on the table and lifted it to his lips, taking a thick gulp. "What are you doing here? I've never known you to be so far away from Devil May Cry with out the promise of money…or ass."

The elder smirked at that and wrapped his hands around the warm cup, staring languidly into the rich liquid. "Ya know…I'm not too sure either. I had this…urge to leave the shop." He nudged the kid with his elbow and smirked. "Guess it's a good thing I did." Nero nodded back slowly, letting his head sink against the fist of his human hand on the bar. "You alright kid? You don't look too good."

Nero shrugged in silent answer and let his eyes slide closed, Bringer resting in his lap as he slouched over. "Haven't gotten much sleep lately…" His mouth moved slowly and Dante watched his lips move.

The elder nudged Nero's arm and the teen's lids shot open. "Where you stayin?"

"Uh, I'm not sure yet. I'll probably just chill at a motel or something." He let out a yawn and stretched, lifting the coffee to his mouth again.

"Why don't you come stay with me? It'll be cheaper than a motel out here."

The teen lifted a brow. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, c'mon." He stood and gave Nero a pat on the shoulder and tossed some bills on the table as the teen shouldered his bag with a slow smile. They began walking back to the shop in silence, Dante watched as Nero shivered from the corner of his eye. The kid's clothes were thinner than his and he was freezing. "Why aren't you in Fortuna any more?" He asked suddenly and Nero cleared his throat awkwardly.

"They kicked me out."

"Who's they?" Dante tried to make it sound casual, but in reality he wanted to kick the bastard's ass for sending Nero out in the freezing December weather.

"The rest of the ex-order members and the church." He muttered, watching the ground as they walked. "It's no big deal, I kinda saw it coming."

The elder moved a few inches closer, watching Nero's face as they strode quickly down the icy street. "Why's that?"

Nero shrugged and stepped off the sidewalk. "Let's cross here, yeah?" He moved quickly away from Dante, head bent low away from the harsh winds as the elder jogged up beside him. He wanted to know, but decided it best not to push the kid before they even made it to the shop.

"Well…stay with me as long as you like." The elder said softly, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks as Nero raised a brow at him; he was feeling oddly protective. It was quiet for the last 45 minutes, neither one speaking but a million thoughts ran through their heads. Dante watched Nero from the corner of his eye the entire time as the crease in the teen's brow became deeper with each passing minute. They neared the shop and Dante rolled his shoulders. "You brood too much kid."

Said teen glanced up and glared softly. "I do not."

"Then what do you call what you were just doing?"

"Thinking."

"Do you always think with a scowl?" Dante asked with a chuckle as he approached the door and turned the knob.

Nero shrugged and stared up at the familiar broken sign, tattered stairs and bare minimum of furniture. "Depends on what I'm thinking about."

Dante became curious again. "And what was it you were thinking about?"

"That time? You." He answered truthfully, earning wide eyes from his friend. "That's why I looked angry." He snickered and strode slowly into the dark kitchen, Dante following behind him and dropping his leather jacket to the coat rack.

"Prey tell, what was it you were thinking? You missed me didn't you?" He said with a grin, nudging Nero in the back as the teen yawned again and reached into the fridge.

"I think your ego is big enough already; don't flatter yourself."

Nero slumped against the counter, pulling the top off a beer with his teeth and spitting it into a corner. Dante grunted in approval and grabbed one for himself. "Why are you all the way out here? Fortuna is an entire ferry ride away…not to mention the three hour drive."

The teen seemed to glare hard at the floor, human hand gripping the beer bottle tightly. "I wanted as far away from that place as possible. This is where I got in a day."

"They kick you out today?"

Nero took a swig and shook his head. "Nope…yesterday. I stayed on the ferry last night." The elder scowled at that and Nero's eyes seemed to droop slightly, his body becoming heavy. He put the beer to his lips again and drank slowly, Dante watching as the condensation fell down his lips. The beer was drained and both bottles were tossed to the corner, Nero slouching further against the counter. "It's so cold outside…" He mumbled, eyes closing as he struggled to stay up right.

Dante darted forward and wrapped his arms around Nero before the boy completely collapsed to the floor. "Whoa kid, you needa get some sleep." It looked like he began to protest, but instead Nero sighed and let his head rest on the elder's shoulder with a nod. "Can you walk?" With some difficulty, Nero moved his heavy arm around Dante's shoulder and attempted to walk, his exhausted legs crumbling beneath him now that he was safe from…them. "Okay okay, c'mon." The elder's forearms slid under Nero's shoulders and knees, easily lifting him and striding slowly out of the kitchen. He took soft steps up the creaky stairs and nudged the door of the second bedroom open. "Why haven't you slept if you stayed on the ferry?" He asked, only barely expecting an answer as he laid the teen on the duvet and pulled his boots off.

"Mm…had to watch my back…" Was the soft reply and Dante stared curiously at Nero's slackened face. He was slightly coherent and his chest rose and fell with even breath.

Dante pulled the boy's trench off along with the red hoodie and tossed the glove to the floor. He tucked the blanket around the sleeping form, and with a smirk, kissed his temple. "Night kid." The door shut quietly behind him and the slayer sighed, kicking his leathers off as his hand snaked down his abs and tightly gripped his confusing new erection.

***

Nero sighed, rolling over in the soft bed to no one beside him. For some weird reason, he expected Dante to be there next to him. The teen's eyebrows came together at the thought and he shrugged it off, pushing the blankets away as he sat up. His jeans and wife beater were still on; the rest of his clothing littered the floor. Bright sun light poured through the window pane and he squinted, rubbing a hand over his face and standing from the bed.

He heard nothing moving as he stood in the hall and wondered if the elder was even up yet. "Dante?" Nero jogged down the stairs and scanned the immediate area. The red coat still hung on the rack, Rebellion sticking out of the wall, Ebony and Ivory sitting quietly on the large oak desk. "Dante?" He moved to the kitchen but the smell of coffee didn't penetrate his nose. 'Don't tell me he's still sleeping.' The teen made his way back up stairs and listened against the elder's door, pressing his ear to the wood. His knuckles rapped lightly on the stained wood; but no sound was made from the other side. Nero pushed the door open and he peeked in, staring at Dante with a smirk on his peach lips.

The slayer lay on his back, blanket strewn to the floor from his fitful sleep. One hand fisted in his silvery hair as the other lay flat on his stomach where a trail of snow-drift hair led to his manhood. Nero took a deep breath, staring at the red boxers and wishing they had disappeared. 'I should let him sleep…' He took one deep breath, firmly deciding that one way or another he would tame the famous white haired slayer, then excited the room to make coffee.

***

Dante heard the teen move around in the next room, calling his name downstairs before moving back up. His door began to open but Dante didn't move, leaving his eyes closed and hoping for another five minutes. "Dante?" He felt a pair of eyes scrutinizing him for a few minutes then heard a deep breath taken before the boy excited the room and closed the door. 'The fuck was that about?' He wondered with a yawn and a stretch. The white haired man sat up, rubbing at his abs as he slid from the bed and made his way down stairs.

Coffee wafted to his nose and he smiled. 'I could get used to this.' "Mornin, how'd you sleep?" He asked, pushing into the kitchen and grabbing a cup of coffee. Nero sat at the table, flipping through a book he found on one of Dante's shelves.

"Good thanks. You?" Dante's back was to the teen but he could feel those eyes on him again, boring into his back and glazing over his skin.

Shivering, he turned around to find Nero's gaze sweeping over bare skin. "Strange dreams." He took a sip of coffee, Nero's eyes finally finding his face after what seemed like an eternity. Dante felt self-conscious for once and he didn't like it. "You were there."

Nero smirked, looking much better than the night before. "Yeah? What was I doing?"

The elder grinned at him mischievously and downed his cup, striding out of the room. "Wouldn't you like to know..." Dante purposefully swayed his hips, feeling Nero's eyes on him again until the door closed. 'He's checking me out…little perv.' Not that Dante wasn't used to it, it was just he didn't expect that from Nero. The phone rang and Dante walked casually to the desk, slamming his fist on the dark oak and snatching the phone from the air with his other hand. "Devil May Cry." Nero followed him into reception and lounged against the edge of the desk, arms crossed in front of him. "Ma'm, we don't do that here…no, we deal with demons." He slammed the phone into its cradle and rolled his icy cerulean. "Bitch wanted delivery service for Avon. Maybe you can bring her your make up case."

Nero glared at him, slapping the back of the elder's head. "Don't forget your dentures at lunch."

"Hey! No need for violence." He turned on Nero quickly, jamming the youth up against the wall with his forearm under the teen's chin. Nero scrabbled using his free human hand to tug at the arm pinning him to the wall. "Calm down kid." This made the teen growl in frustration and knee Dante in the groin. The elder gasped and doubled over in pain as his accomplice punched him in the face, shoving the broad shoulders back until he stumbled to the floor.

Nero knelt on his biceps, pinning the elder to the floor as he panted. Snow-drift hair fell in front of his cerulean eyes whilst his cheeks flushed pink. "I am calm." He snapped back, causing Dante to snicker beneath him. Suddenly, the force on his shoulders let up as Nero's hands moved away and he stared off into the distance for a moment. "What day is it?"

This caused the elder to chuckle louder at the completely random question. "How the hell should I know?" Nero stood and blood rushed back through Dante's arms, where the boy's knees had otherwise cut it off. The slayer felt a sudden loss of warmth and frowned as he sat up to watch Nero lean over the desk, pulling his cell phone from the drawer. "Well?"

The teen raised a brow and scratched the back of his head, sliding his LG Rumor closed. "December 22th…" A saddened look seemed to close in on his azure hues and Dante frowned a bit more, the teen carelessly tossing his phone back to the desk and running a hand over his face.

"What's wrong kid?"

He snapped out of the sad set in his eyes and looked up at the elder devil who had stood. "Nothing…what do you do for Christmas?"

Dante shrugged and sat back in the green leather chair behind his desk, kicking his feet up. "Nothin, usually it's just me here an I don't feel like it would matter much to decorate if there's no one to appreciate it." He said with half a depressed chuckle as he realized the lonliness of one night stands. 'Get ahold of your self; you just haven't been laid in a while.' Yes, that's what he told him self and frantically struggled to believe it. "We could if you wanted." He offered, earning a surprised and hopeful smile from the younger hunter.

"Yeah? Like, a tree and shit?"

He chuckled. "Sure kid."

"Don't call me kid…I'm nearly twenty." He snapped back, though a twinkle in his eyes told Dante he was excited about the decorations.

"Yeah yeah, what ever you say kid." He strode up the stairs, fully intent on getting dressed when Nero's voice caught him.

"Where you going? I thought we were getting a tree…" Dante turned to stare at the pouting teen and he smiled inwardly. 'God he's cute when he-NO! No Dante, he's not cute. You needa get some ass at Love Planet. That's your problem…'

"Getting dressed kid. What, want me to walk around the town half naked?"

He had expected the teen to blush or rub at his nose; instead, the youth smirked and leant against the desk. "Well, it would certainly take the stares away from my arm."

"Hn…" Was the only thing he cold think of and Dante turned with an odd expression on his face, walking back to his room.

Nero was ready and tucking his beaten wallet into his back pocket, pulling the black glove over his arm as Dante came down the stairs. "Took long enough, forget what you were up there for?" The teen asked with a snicker as Dante chucked a shoe at his head.

"Shut it punk; I could leave your ass on the street, ya dig?" With a roll of his eyes Nero followed Dante from the shop and climbed into a '68 rusted red Chevy he wasn't sure where had come from. The further they got from the shop the more Dante notice the kid get tense. When they had reached just past the diner Nero cleared his throat and pulled the hood from his red zip up jacket over his head, hiding flushed cheeks. Dante stopped the car in front of a chain link fence, one guard standing at the entrance of the tree farm. They strode through, the guard nodding and pointing them in the direction of a wooden hut with one window and a single door. "What's with the hood, kid?"

"Nothin…just cold." He lied with a slightly shaken voice that Dante caught but didn't comment on…yet.

They grabbed a hack saw from the man in the hut and set out to find the perfect tree. After about half an hour of peeking at Nero with curious glances and feeling eyes graze over him, he stopped. "What about this one?"

Nero snorted. "That one? C'mon Dante, the thingies are all dry and falling off."

The elder smirked. "The thingies?"

"You know," He flushed a bit and waved his hand around the tree. "The needles."

"Fine then kid, you pick one." The teen glowered at him a moment from beneath the hood but walked up and down the aisles of trees, cold ground crunching beneath his boots.

"This one." The elder hunter stopped in his tracks and turned to the tree Nero was standing in front of; the cocksure tone of his voice was surprising. The tree was atleast nine feet tall…and broad. The needles were a healthy looking forest green and Dante smirked. "Give me the saw, I'll take it down." He passed the hack saw over and watched as Nero quickly hacked it down and threw it, with some difficulty, over his shoulder. The wide branches poked in his face but he ignored it and followed Dante back to the hut.

After paying and attaching the tree to the back of the pick up they paused once more at the tiny hut to retreive two styrofoam cups of hot cider. Dante sipped at his cup, wishing there was some kind of liquor in it, and stared at Nero over the lip of the cup. The teen was staring into his cider, hood still up as tiny white flakes pattered against his form. "What the…" Dante looked up at the grey/white clouds as snow began to fall over them. The elder smirked as Nero finally pushed his hood back and sighed deeply, steam flowing from his mouth. "Snow…it hasn't snowed here for five years." He watched as the white flakes meshed with Nero's platinum locks…he looked beautiful and Dante chastized himself for thinking that way.

First Chapter of Killing Loneliness, what do you think? This story will get very weird before it gets to the actual Dante/Nero-ness. But please, if you stick with me I promise you won't be disapointed.