Wow, one chapter and so many reviews!!! :O - Thank you so much for everyone who reviewed and I hope you enjoy this update as much as the first chapter!
Bitbyboth – I'm glad you liked that twist, suddenly the idea came to me to have Nero being a pizza delivery guy (when I was eating a pizza).
SirenaLoreley – Hehe, don't we all love fulfilling Dante's sexual fantasies about Nero? As for Nero's feelings... we shall see... XD
Furesesse1 – As thanks for reviewing, I would like to offer you Nero the next time you order a pizza!
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Tmelange – Thanks for saying it's well written and I will try not to leave you hanging
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Blackblade444 – Yeah, I always feel so bad for Nero... but he has a Dante after all... :D
Shiya64 – Glad you liked their reunion, I should eat pizza more often since it gives me such ideas
And thanks again! As for warnings, this chapter does contain a piece of Dante's dirty mind (which I'm sure no one will mind). Enjoy.
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Chapter 2 – You Will Be Mine
"Dante..."
He loved it when Nero said his name like that; moaning, filled with lust and want. He couldn't take it. He watched Nero's face as he thrust in to the hilt, pleasure gracing those blushing features and desire filling hazy, half lidded eyes. Dante grunted a little as the younger man beneath him squirmed and he pulled almost out before slamming back in hard, striking his prostate and tearing a deep groan from him.
"Ah Dante!" Nero panted. "More!"
There was desperation in that young voice now. He started a bruising pace, nailing the kid's sweet spot with every thrust and forcing out more moans. When those moans became his name, he picked up his pace, feeling the hot coil in his lower abdomen wind tighter.
"Fuck! Faster, D-Dante..." Nero screamed. "Harder!"
"Shit Nero," Dante managed between pants. "You're asking for it."
The younger hunter's back arched beautifully as he pounded into him, tears welling up in his eyes at the pleasure. Dante met each roll of the other's hips hard, his movements becoming erratic as the end approached. Damn it, he was so fucking close...
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With one shrill ring of an alarm, Dante was jolted awake and he sat up immediately in shock. Why now!? He was only just reaching the good part. Cursing profusely, he slammed his hand down on top of the clock and shut off the infernal racket it was continuing to make, as though it were laughing at him. He ran his fingers through his slivery hair, growling with frustration. Yes, he needed to leave in just under an hour, but why couldn't the alarm have waited for a few more minutes? He cursed again, damning the person who set the alarm to hell. Well done, that was you, moron! Dante grimaced slightly, but silenced his thoughts.
"Fuck," he glanced down at the tent in his sheets. "Now I need to deal with this."
He jumped out of bed and headed into the bathroom, deciding a cold shower was the best course of action considering he was too irritated to finish himself off. He continued to swear loudly to himself each time he saw Nero in his mind, moaning and writhing in response to his ministrations. At least the cold shower was beginning to work. Grumbling, he turned off the water and stepped out of the cubical, his foot finding the bar of soap that was still there from last night. With a thud, he fell on his arse in a puddle of cold water on the floor, feeling utterly humiliated. Congratulations! In this situation, even Dante found it impossible to do anything other than laugh at himself. You can have those dreams anytime, he noted inwardly as he got to his feet.
Grinning and generally feeling happier, he dried himself off with one of the white towels and quickly dressed with plenty of time to spare. He settled Rebellion on his back and holstered Ebony and Ivory before studying the address Nero had written for him on the pizza menu. The kid would definitely come with him today; in fact, he refused to leave without him. He wanted to make him his and his alone. Trying not to rush in his eagerness, he left the hotel after handing over the keys and got into his car, resting his signature blade on the passenger seat. He drove out of the car park and followed the route he used yesterday, his mind wandering to Nero again. Just don't try and hit on him, you got that? He might flip and if you fight him, you'll end up destroying the town and Lady will be kicking your arse into the next dimension. For once, Dante found himself agreeing with his inner demon, albeit reluctantly.
Once he saw the road he was searching for, he turned off and saw the most dingy set of flats he'd ever seen. The poor kid had to live in one of these? Something bad must have happened in Fortuna. He was definitely coming home with him. Dante stepped out of the car and found the correct block as indicated by Nero's scribbles. It was a narrow, four floor building and the numbered buzzers indicated that Nero lived at the very top. He pressed and held the button until he heard the front door click and unlock. It smelt damp inside and the walls were peeling away in wake of the advancing black and green mould. Thankfully, the condition improved on the upper floors and he knocked on Nero's door, which almost broke inward from the force of his fist. Dante raised an eyebrow as the wood around the hinges splintered as it opened, revealing a rather dishevelled looking teenager on the other side.
"Hey old man," his tired blue eyes lit up a little.
"Great place ya got here kid," Dante noted with a shake of his head.
"Do you want to come in?" he rubbed the side of his nose.
Same old kid. "No, I want to stand out here in the corridor."
He rolled his eyes as he pushed passed Nero into the small flat, which didn't even have a bedroom. There was a tiny kitchen at the far end, a door to the bathroom and the rest was just a fold-away sofa bed, a coffee table and an old television set sat on top of a wooden box. Pathetic to live in, but at least there was no damp.
"And I thought my luck sucked," Dante murmured, thoughtfully.
"It's not so bad," Nero replied with a shrug as he sat down on his patchy sofa. "I spend most of my time outside."
"Can't blame ya."
"So, what are you doing here?"
"That's what I want to know."
Nero glowered, Dante sighing and perching on the end of the coffee table. "Demon hunting, what do you think? Some turned up on a farm just outside of this town while you were off delivering pizzas for everyone. Lady had a really tough mission for me that promised excellent pay and desperately needed my expert attention!"
Nero raised an eyebrow at his sarcasm. "That good, eh?"
"What do you think, genius?"
"I think you ought to know when you've been had."
"Kind of difficult when you've got a money grabbing leech forcing any kind of work on you and repeating the word 'debt' over and over again until you give in."
Nero snorted. "You're in deep, big guy."
Dante smirked. "Well, it wasn't a total loss. I found something much more interesting than the job description."
The younger blushed. "Really..."
"So then, I've done my part. What are you doing here?"
"I live here."
"Cut the crap kid, you know I'm not just going to take that as your answer, have a chat and then leave. I left you in a fairly comfortable looking position in Fortuna with your little girlfriend. So tell me, what happened?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because I care."
"No one cares about me, old man."
"Really? Then why did I give you that gift?"
Yamato. "Well... I guess... err..."
"What happened."
Nero observed Dante closely; no smirk on his lips, no hint of teasing in his tone and his eyes were narrowed in concentration. The guy was actually being serious. "It all went wrong after you left, Dante. Well, maybe not right away, but it all started then."
He paused, beginning to feel awkward.
"Go on," Dante pushed him to continue.
He sighed. "I tried very hard to make things work with Kyrie, but no matter how I looked at it, I would only ever be able to love her as a sister. I wanted to tell her that I still could love her and take care of her as a brother, but she was already becoming distant from me. Sure, everyone seemed okay with me right after you left, but day by day, all their pretence dropped. I thought that everyone had finally accepted me and this stupid arm but no, people starting turning their backs on me. I started wearing the sling again and continued to kill demons when they came, but it didn't matter. When the devils stopped turning up there was nothing for me to do and by that time, Kyrie had stopped looking at me and always flinched whenever I came near. Eventually, the Order forced me to leave Fortuna. I went back to Kyrie, but she didn't say a word to me until I left and then she told me I was like a curse to the town. I haven't been back since and that happened a few months ago. How times flies, eh?"
"You and Kyrie seemed so happy when I left."
"That's what I thought. So much for hoping we could still be like siblings; she hates me!"
"What does she know, kid."
"They all hate me, Dante!"
"You seem well liked here; the old guy at the farm didn't seem to dislike you."
"Yeah, because they can't see this," Nero indicated to his demonic arm, which was currently out of its sling and glowing dully. "If they knew about this, they'd just take me as another demon and force me to leave."
"Then they're shallow; all of them."
"Easy for you to say."
"If they can't accept you as you are, then don't bother with them. They're not worth it."
"I just want to belong somewhere as I am! I can't fit in anywhere with this fucking thing on display! No one wants to see this and it's better if they don't. I'm fed up of making people afraid of me. There's no one in this world who will accept me like this."
"That ain't fair kid and you know it."
"What the fuck do you know!"
Dante looked taken aback by Nero's yelling, realising that he'd struck a nerve. The poor kid had probably been through hell and back, which was a tough thing to deal with at his age. He knew that much. As much as he sympathised with Nero at this point, he needed to get the teen out of his self loathing phase. He was worth so much more than he realised.
"Don't yell at me like that," he shot back, a little harsher than he intended, but it got Nero's attention. "You know full well that there are people who care about you, so don't give me a load of bull about there being no one that wants you."
Nero looked away, his eyes clouding over a little. "Dante..."
"I'll accept you, even if you are a lousy punk."
"I... I'm sorry..."
He trailed off and broke down, shoulders shaking and tears rolling down his cheeks. With a deep sigh, Dante sat next to Nero on the sofa and pulled him into a tight hug. A long time seemed to pass as the younger hunter sobbed against the elder's chest, not feeling the gentle fingers threading comfortingly through his hair. During those moments, Nero felt like the biggest idiot in the world. He had always held Yamato close to him when he thought about Dante through those cold, lonely nights. He was stupid to think there was no one who accepted him when the sword was living proof of that fact.
"You finished kid?" asked Dante with a chuckle. "You're ruining a good shirt here."
Nero had to laugh as he pulled away and wiped the rest of the tears away with his human hand. "Bastard," he sniffed.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you over all that sniffling."
"Oh shut up, old man."
Dante grinned. "There; much better."
Nero smiled softly. "Thanks."
"Any time."
"I guess this is where we part ways, right?"
Dante's grin quickly changed into his trademark smirk. "Not on your life! I could never forgive myself if I left you in a dump like this. That's why, out of the goodness of my heart, I'm asking you kindly to come back with me."
Nero rolled his eyes as the other man dramatically placed a hand over his chest. "And if I refuse?"
"Then I'll drag ya kicking and screaming."
"I'd like to see you try, asshole."
"Are you really sure about that?" With a wicked smirk, the elder leaned closer.
Nero's eyes widened. "Oh no you don't! Get the fuck away from me!"
Nero tried to get away, but Dante grabbed him quickly around the waist and slung him over his shoulder. The younger hunter tried to struggle, but he wasn't getting out of this one as he was carried towards the door.
"Dante!" he exclaimed. "Put me... oww!!"
As they crossed the threshold, his head smacked against the top of the door frame with a dull crack. "That hurt you idiot!"
"Sorry," though it was clear from Dante's voice that he wasn't sorry at all.
"At least let me sort out my stuff before you drag me out of here!"
"Like what?"
"Damn it just put me down!"
Dante shrugged. "If you want."
He turned around, tossing Nero back onto the sofa with a soft thump. He glanced down at the furiously blushing kid and managed to fight off the urge to jump on him. With a disgruntled noise, the younger got to his feet, approached a cupboard and pulled out a black leather bag. Dante watched with a small smirk as he packed away the few clothes and belongings he had, eventually retrieving Blue Rose and Red Queen.
"Are you ready?" he asked, a note of boredom in his voice.
"Not quite," Nero replied, sharply. "I do have a job I need to quit, or have you forgotten?"
"Oh I'll never forget you delivering me a pizza, kid."
The teen's face reddened as Dante almost purred those words. His expression quickly turned to a glare as he strapped his Bringer up in the sling, picked up his weapons and his bag and walked over to the elder slayer. Unexpectedly, the other man reached out to grab him, but he darted away quickly with a growl. Dante laughed.
"Just keeping you on your toes," he said lightly.
"Don't try anything funny old man," Nero warned.
"Really, me? Like what?"
"Like picking me up or something!"
"How about a kiss?"
Nero's jaw dropped. "No fucking way! Stop saying weird stuff!"
"Weird? You injure me, kid."
"Oh stop calling me kid for fuck's sake! Let's just get out of here before I end up kicking your arse out of that window. My boss at the pizza chain rented this place to me, so I can give him the keys back when I quit."
"After you then."
Dante indicated to the door, Nero throwing him a suspicious glance before stepping out into the musty hallway. He shivered for a moment; this place really was disgusting. At the sound of the door shutting, he turned around to observe the older man, who was just standing there looking at him. He narrowed his eyes.
"What?" questioned Nero.
"If you won't kiss me, will you cuddle me?" he asked.
"Shut up!"
Dante laughed and followed the kid down the hallway, grinning inside at his success. He certainly wasn't going home alone. His eyes travelled down Nero's back to his arse and licked his lips, absently.
You will be mine.
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Angsty Nero is angsty... sorry, I have a real soft spot for crying Nero but he's all cheered up now!
