Dominance

"I think you had something else in mind," Dante insisted.

"Kh, what's that supposed to mean?" Nero replied in annoyance.

The lad was becoming rather agitated as he was quite temperamental, but at the same time he was nervous. Who wouldn't be? He was after all in the presence of a son of Sparda. Dante began to approach him as Nero took a step back, but forgetting the couch was behind him, he bumped against it, lost his balance and practically slammed right back into it. Taken a little by surprise he adjusted his sitting position only to quickly look up to find Dante leaning over above him. Dante had his hands now on either side of Nero's head just leaving barely any room between them both. This made Nero more nervous as he became a little angered.

"You got something you wanna tell me, kid?"

Nero gritted his teeth as he warned, "Stop calling me kid."

Dante smirked in reply, "Not a chance."

The devil hunter slowly drew in closer, but Nero quickly punched at Dante. Such a simple punch however barely fazed Dante as he slowly looked back over at Nero and just smiled. He began to draw in once more as Nero tried to punch Dante again, but the devil hunter caught the punch by grabbing Nero's arm and holding down his other arm, clamped down to the couch.

"Heh, not very good etiquette for someone who just let you in his own home. If it's a fight you want, we can take it outside."

Nero became riled as he commanded, "Bastard! Let me go!"

The lad was no push over as he began to push Dante back, but that only gave Dante more reason to hold down a tighter grip as he flipped Nero on his back and held him down by sitting on top of him, keeping one of Nero's arms pinned against his back.

"Phew! Getting a little warm in here don't cha think?"

Nero's tone easily became louder as he belted out, "Damn it! Is this some sort of joke or something?!"

Dante cocked an eyebrow and smirked, "I don't know. You don't seem to be resisting that much. Maybe we should turn things up a notch."

Suddenly Dante held down Nero's head with one hand as he quickly stripped off Nero's coat with his other and threw it to the floor.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Wo, calm down kid. Not like I'm gonna to bite yah."

Nero's lower body was between Dante's legs now, making the boy extremely nervous and angry as he tried to fight Dante off. With both his arms free he tried to push up, but the devil hunter quickly nailed him back down with his arm, pinning both Nero's hands above his head with his other hand. Nero was practically panting now and angry, his thoughts running wild with what Dante was going to do next.

"You can go the easy way or you can go the hard way. It's your call, kid."

Nero breathed heavily under Dante's weight, but slowly began to calm down as he felt the warmth from Dante's body at the same time. When the silver haired hunter felt less restraint from Nero he loosened his grip, but only slightly so as not to lose the upper hand. He repositioned himself so that Nero wasn't so pushed down by his weight, placing Nero's lower torso between his legs as Dante gently sat on top. Then with a gentle hand, he began to slip his hand underneath Nero's red jacket, stroking his back. Nero gasped at the sudden move as Dante could feel the boy's muscles tighten under his touch. In a calm voice he leaned over slightly and spoke into Nero's ear.

"Relax. Just you and me. I'm not going to hurt you."

Dante leaned back once more and began to slowly stroke lad's back up and down his spine as he felt Nero's muscles loosen a little under his touch. His breathing became much calmer too as he showed less resistance under Dante's grip on his hands. After some time of gentle stroking Nero finally calmed down, but despite the gentleness, he struggled on the inside. This was just too weird. What the hell was Dante doing anyway? What was the purpose of all this? And why the hell was the man sitting on top of him?

"You cooled off yet kid?"

Those words, Nero had heard them before. He remembered now, when it was the second time he and Dante had fought, when Dante wanted the Yamato back. And then he began to remember the anger he felt as well, especially how easily Dante had gained the upper hand, but more irritatingly enough, how Dante had been playing with him from the beginning.

"What's the matter? Why the glare?"…"It looks like you've been just playing with me from the beginning."

Remembering his anger, feeling Dante's grip much looser, he figured he had a chance to get free as he suddenly sprung up, lunging his head back and smashing into Dante's nose as he was able to knock the man off of himself and freed from the couch, dashing across the room to his sword as he lunged into a battle stance. Dante just smirked and laughed a bit as he slowly got off the couch and grabbed his own sword nearby, wiping the small trickle of blood that had leaked its way out of his nose.

"Heh, not bad. I'd say you're getting better."

"Kh, I'd say you were a little distracted, old man."

"Tch, you could say that."

"This time you won't get the upper hand!"

Nero then twisted his sword's handle as it charged like a car engine's roar.

"A challenge huh? Sounds exciting. Not much space in here but I think that will come to my advantage," Dante stated with a cocky attitude.

"Bastard!" Nero belted in irritation.

"Come on kid, I don't got all night. Let's get this party started!"

And with one dash, Nero thrust his sword straight towards Dante's chest, but the crimson hunter quickly countered with a downward strike to knock Nero's attack to the ground and then twisting his blade and slicing it upwards toward Nero's face. The young silver haired lad barely dodged, giving Dante a chance for an attack as he round house kicked Nero straight into the couch again.

"Kh, damn couch!"

"Heh, heh, hey, give it some slack. That couch just broke your fall."

Nero shook his head from the impact, "You did that on purpose!"

"Well a host has to make sure his guests are comfortable. Isn't that right?"

Without hesitation Dante swung his sword and held it inches from Nero's chest, leaving Nero stuck on the couch once more, but unlike last time, Nero still had his arms free. Without a moment's notice Nero swung his sword, knocking Dante's sword sideways, pulling off the same move and round house kicking Dante's head to the right as Dante fell to the ground, but instead of jumping on top and punching the hell out of him, Nero grabbed the man with a long range devil bringer attack and slammed him up and down onto the floor. With one final throw he threw Dante across the room, knocking the devil hunter up against the wall. And just before Dante hit the floor Nero simultaneously threw his Red Queen hoping to stab Dante through the chest like he did the first time, but he made one error of mistake. For you see, Dante still had his sword in hand, and instead of letting himself get stabbed, he caught Nero's sword and peacefully landed to the ground, now holding both Rebellion and Red Queen.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!"

Dante chuckled as he bantered, "So much for getting the upper hand, huh kid?"

Nero didn't like this one bit, but he wasn't without a weapon for he still had the Yamato in his possession. He quickly summoned it as it flashed forth with light.

"You know, I would have preferred you not to use my brother's sword for such a trivial fight."

Nero retorted in anger, "Then give me my sword back!"

"Yeah, like that's gonna happen," Dante replied casually.

With Yamato's long range attacks, he swung Yamato in such a way that it made a crossing pattern that sliced through the air and towards Dante. Using Rebellion, the devil hunter blocked the attack and then somersaulted into the air, landing inches in front of Nero. Not giving the boy a chance to counter attack, Dante quickly stabbed both swords downwards, using them as lever to launch himself at Nero, kneeing him in the stomach so hard it knocked Nero to his knees as the boy coughed out blood, but the lad quickly recovered in anger as he launched a massive upper cut that almost got the best of Dante. Despite the well placed move, a son of Sparda was not someone to be toyed with as he quickly caught Nero's uppercut, using the force from Nero's punch to quickly throw him across the room and into the wall, giving him ample seconds to grab his Pandora suitcase, transform it into 2 gigantic triple spinning blades and swung them in such a way that they landed under both Nero's arms to keep him pinned against the wall as he hung there.

Nero underestimated Dante's power as he began to feel the after effects of man having previously kneed him in the stomach as he coughed up a bit more blood.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a devil arm. The look suits you."

"Kh! Go blow yourself!"

Nero panted as he was stuck up there, but only a few feet above the ground putting him at the perfect height. Dante approached Nero and gazed up at his newly prized devil arm that hung there like a trophy on a mantle. He just smirked while placing his hands on his hips, staring up at the boy.

"Hey kid, don't tell me you're going to give up already."

Nero closed his eyes shut tight, not wanting to look the man in the eyes.

"I…eh…didn't come here…to…fight."

"I know," Dante agreed.

Despite how knocked out of breath Nero was, he was starting to catch onto what Dante really wanted from him. The thought sent a chill up his spine, but he wasn't about to give in just yet. He quickly put up one of his knees and dug it into Dante's chest in a means to keep the man off of him, but that wasn't about to stop ol' Dante as he gently stroked Nero's thigh.

"Like putting up a fight don't you? That's okay. The place is trashed, but it least it ain't boring."

"You didn't give me much choice," Nero scoffed.

Before Nero could say another word, Dante moved in closer, curling Nero's legs around his hips as he slowly unzipped Nero's pants and began to dig a little deeper, finding his way to Nero's softer side. The boy gasped in anger, blushing ferociously. No way in hell he wanted to be touched by Dante like that, not by some dirty old man that got some sick pleasure out of this.

"S-S-STOP!" the boy yelled in a stammer.

Being the gentleman that he was, Dante naturally stopped as he looked up at his new prey. Nero was panting slightly, his head faced upward, and eyes closed tightly as he was still trying to get a breath from being kneed in the gut earlier.

"What's the matter kid? Can't take it?"

Nero shot a glare at Dante but only briefly as he closed his eyes tightly again, feeling the pain in his stomach. Had he been any normal human being, a knee to the stomach from a son of Sparda would have knocked him unconscious, but Nero was no ordinary being.

"P-Please, let me down."

Dante smiled and obliged, "Alright, only because you said the magic word."

He took out one of the blades as it fell to the ground with a large clang, letting Nero landing to the ground as he leaned against the wall, holding his stomach slightly. Exhausted from the pain mixed with the confusion of his emotions he started to fall over, but only to be leaning into Dante's arm. Realizing that he hadn't fallen to the ground, he looked up at Dante as his anger subsided quickly from gazing into the devil hunter's icy blue eyes and finding a strange calming comfort in them.