Title: Demon Days

Summary: Yaoi Dante/Nero. A collection of one-shots revolving our favourite pairing. I take requests. Basically just lemons to my personal enjoyment. Genre and Warning may vary. Chapter two: The guys spend the night in a hotel. Rated for scared little girls.

Chapter Genre: Romance/Humour.

Pairings: Dante/Nero established relationship

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry characters, demons, environments etc, etc. Any OC, demon or location not recognisable is mine.

Chapter Rating and Warning: M for lemon. Swearing and other bad words. OOCness. Scaring little girls. Crack-ish, not too much. Warnings may vary.

A/N: Thanks everyone for the responses, alerts and favs! I'm going to have fun updating soon. Hope you guys like this chapter. Three is on its way.

Proposal By: Jacky, my real life friend. Yes, I know real people too. :B

…- Hotel le a Démon -…

"Sorry Dante, only one room left with one bed." The girl doesn't even try to sound or look apologetic. However, there is a hidden motive in her voice, but what could it be? The elder slayer nods, seeming to actually fall for it. Or maybe he's pretending to, which is even weirder.

The young man standing next to him however isn't buying it. His frown deepens even further when his eyes slide to the board behind the young, brunette woman, spotting the keys on the hooks with their designated bedrooms. At least half of the hotel is vacant. "All gone? What about all those keys?" He points adding as much sarcasm to his voice as he can muster. That's right, he so went there. He feels his older mate stir besides him, but the girl is relentless, staring at them from behind her glasses. "Those are from another hotel."

"This is the only hotel in the area."

"Still from another hotel."

"That's a load of bull."

"You don't even know what those keys can open."

"I'd guess rooms, seeing as the sign above it says 'Vacant rooms' and there is a room number above every key."

"You two are getting this room." She states, walking towards the accused board and ripping a random key from the nail. She slams it on the counter giving the youngster a blank stare. "Take it or leave, I've got other people waiting." To that both hunters turn, spotting the lobby to be…

…empty.

Nero is about to go all bitch-mode on her when the older man steps in front of him, snatching the key and thanking her with a smile and a salute. He grabs the teen by the hand, practically dragging him to the staircase where he knows are the rooms. The younger slayer looks back one more time, spotting the down right perverted grin on the girl's face.

"She's one of those…" He whispers, his mate squeezing his hand in reassurance. "I know, but the room is free." The young man isn't satisfied with that answer.

Yaoi fangirls scare the crap out of him.

The teen frowns again, wondering what is wrong with some people. They actually get off on him and Dante sharing a bed? He'll have to search their room for camera's and other bugs. Yeah, that'll do. He smiles to himself, bumping into the larger man when he suddenly stops. The elder looks back at him and gives him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. I've known her for a few years and although she creeps me out more then my brother wearing a frilly princess dress for fun, she isn't evil." He unlocks the door, almost slamming it open and stepping aside to let his mate in first.

The room is just like the rest of the hotel, cheap and clean. The dark blue carpet is fluffy, the windows hidden by the same colour of drapes. The wooden bed is stashed in a corner, headboard against the wall. There is a small dresser next to the bed and a closet against the opposite wall where people can dump their clothing. There is also a table in the room with two couches. For reasons unknown to the teen there is no bathroom, though there's probably a public restroom down the hall.

He glares at the room one more time before his mate wraps his arms around his waist, pulling their bodies together. The older man sniffs the teen's hair, mind conjuring up more naughty images. The room is fairly empty, and Dante had hoped they could have some fun in the shower but seeing as things are limited, they would have to make due here. The youngster sighs contently when strong hands massage his sides and stomach. He moves his head to the side to give the other man a little more access to his neck, shivering when lips trace the sensitive skin. Chuckling softly Nero allows the man behind him to take his coat off and discard his sword and gun. The coat is dumped on the floor, weapons on the table and within a second his mate is behind him again, lips once again attached to his neck and hands once again feeling him up.

The older male presses himself against the teen, grinding his half hard crotch against his mate's beautiful ass in a silent plea. Instead of pushing him away the young man purrs, agreeing with the man that it's alright to have some fun. They haven't had any real 'fun' in four days, when they had left the office for a mission. It hadn't been big but the pay had been good. December was actually a slow month when it came to devil slaying. Most devils moved to warmer or colder regions and it wouldn't be until mid-February before the mating season for Frost demons and other icy devils started.

Shivering the younger man turns around in his lover's arms, pressing his lips against the other's. His arms wrap around his broad shoulders and devil bringer scrapes over the shirt. Nero hadn't even noticed his mate taking off his own red coat, but he forgot about it all together when his lover takes his bottom lip between teeth, gently nibbling on it. His mate makes a humming sound when the teen parts his lips invitingly, their tongues meshing together in a slow kiss.

The young man begins unbuttoning his mate's light button-down shirt, trying to keep it cool so he won't rip the thin fabric. His lover runs his hands up and down his back, occasionally squeezing his ass with both hands. When Nero pops the last button of his mate's shirt open, revealing his chest and stomach their kiss becomes a little more frantic, both now pushing more against the other with lips, tongue and teeth. The younger man tries to take advantage of their position and slides his normal hand over his mate's hard on, making the other man growl. Dante however, cheats too, hooking his boot behind the teen and making him trip. They land on the bed, Nero with a yelp and his lover on top of him. "You suck you know that?" The youngster pouts but still welcomes the other man on the bed. "Getting there." He offers before locking their lips together, the youngster running his hands over the bare shoulders of his mate. Again the man had discarded an article of clothing without him noticing.

Rolling his eyes for his own silliness the young man begins working on his mate's leather pants, using one expert bringer to unbuckle the belt. Practise makes perfect after all. When the buckles are undone he sits up with the other man, pulling his own shirt off before the other grabs it from his hands and throws it… somewhere. Pants quickly follow along with two pairs of boxers leaving the slayers naked.

Lips collide once again while the hunters lie back down, hips grinding and hands touching for a while when they battle for dominance. Feeling he's losing this kiss as well Nero decides to try and cheat again. He runs his bringer down the other's muscular chest, shivering in delight at his mate's beautiful body. He can't be distracted for long however, his devil side sniggering when his lover gasps into his lips as demonic fingers wrap around the elder's shaft. "Cheater…" The older man growls into the kiss, unintentionally thrusting his hips into the demonic hand for more friction.

"And you're loving it." The teen smugly replies, feeling himself harden more when his mate grows harder into his stroking hand. "Yeah." Dante finally replies, voice a deep purr of ecstasy.

Both shift into a more comfortable position so that Nero can keep stroking his mate and Dante can still thrust into his hand. One of the elder's hands tangles into the teen's hair, pulling him close for another frenzied kiss. "Fuck…" He hisses, accidentally pulling the youngster's hair a little harder then he had intended. Nero doesn't mind though, actually liking the rough treatment. His grasp becomes a little tighter and his movements become a little rougher, making his lover growl lowly with pleasure. The teen moves his head a little to the side so the other man can attach his lips to the thin skin of his neck, teeth scraping the sensitive pulse and tongue licking every inch.

The young man feels his own erection throb when his lover's thrusting becomes uneven, a clear sign he's very close. Aroused by the thought of his mate coming for him and only him Nero speeds up again, running his hand from tip to base with stronger strokes, the pre cum dripping from the tip serving as lubricant. He hears his mate hiss again, teeth fasten onto the juncture between the younger man's neck and shoulder. The teen purrs when his mate bites down hard enough to break the skin, coming with a low growl over his hand and stomach.

Having his lover reduced to a quivering mess serves to arouse the youngster even further. He slams his lips back onto the elder's, shoving his tongue in and actually winning one while Dante comes down from his high with a deep purring. The older man remembers to punish his mate for 'cheating' and with a gentle bite to the teen's lower lip he breaks the kiss, once again running his tongue over the teen's jaw line and slowly licking towards his neck. One of his hands moves down the young man's chest and stomach, making the younger man arch his back and moan almost desperately. His head rolls from left to right as his mate begins kissing and licking his way down his body, stopping to nibble at a perky nipple. Again the teen arches and shudders when fingertips brush over his hard shaft. He thrusts his hips up in an attempt to get more friction, but nothing.

Devil bringer tangles itself into white locks when the older man leaves the abused bud to kiss lower, scraping his lips and teeth over the sensitive skin of the other's stomach. He begins cleaning his mate up from the mess he previously made, making sure the teen is clean before moving lower to the good part. His stubble accidentally brushes the young man's belly making him gasp and spare half a thought. He looks so sexy with his stubble. Why don't you grow one? He devil side comments dryly. Because he can't actually, not yet anyway. Maybe in a few years.

The older man notices the sudden distraction in his mate's eyes, a quick idea popping into his head and he's loving it. Without warning he wraps his lips around the youngster's hard cock, sucking while swiftly bobbing his head down. The teen almost yells at the sudden pleasure, his bringer releasing the silver hair of his mate and shooting up so he can bite it to stifle the loud noises he begins to make when his lover roughly sucks him. The younger slayer writhes beneath his lover, the pressure building quickly. He growls deeply when the elder hums, sending vibrations down the teen's shaft. The youngster bucks uncontrollably, moaning when the edge nears closer. His normal hand wraps itself in the white locks of the elder this time, devil bringer shining hotly from arousal. When the older man growls again the youngster explodes into his mouth with a barely muffled groan, Dante eagerly milking him till the last drop.

The young man falls back down when he comes down from his high, a little surprised that his mate had made him cum so hard and fast. "Fucking hell…" He groans while the older male climbs back up his body with a smug grin plastered on his face. Their lips meet once again, Nero feeling himself stir again when he tastes himself on the other's lips. He's already spread his legs, now wrapping them around his mate's waist when he feels something hard brush his inner thigh.

It makes him hot all over again, feeling himself slowly becoming hard the more his lover brushes his erection against his entrance. Teasing bastard.

How sexy would it be to be taken like this? Hard and without restraint? His devil side spares the thought, suddenly very eager to be taken by their glorious mate. That very same idea sends a shudder down the young man's spine. He tries to pull the other man closer with his legs, silently telling him to quit fooling around and get to the good part.

"Impatient?" He hears the elder chuckle in his ear. "No… hurry up…" Dante laughs softly, placing a soft kiss on the teen's lips before positioning himself fully against the younger man's opening. Carefully pushing in he watches his younger mate, his arousal suddenly flaring up at feeling how tight his mate is now. Nero places his hands on the other's shoulders, kneading the skin absently with his fingers. His mate pulls his hips back slowly, sliding out of the younger man. "Tight…" He groans, having to reel himself in or Nero will not be walking tomorrow. He'll not be walking for a week. His own devil side growls the opposite, taking a chunk of the older man's restraint. He tries to push back in slowly, but when Nero moans a little too sexily he begins to need more of that sound, more of those moans escaping the teen's lips like when he sucked him off before.

The teen's voice picks up in volume when Dante begins to take him without restraint, getting to a powerful pace that would break any human lover in half. He feels bringer cut into his shoulder, feels little rivers of blood dripping down his shoulder, back, and onto the young man beneath him. Nero throws his head back and moan, completely forgotten where they are. He groans even louder, not caring that the bed is slamming into the other wall with every thrust of his lover. Whoever is sleeping in the next room is now lying awake. He loses the ability to think about anything when his mate grabs his erection and begins stroking it. The young man draws him close for another kiss, their tongues colliding and battling for dominance once again.

With a very strong thrust the elder slams into the teen's sweet spot perfectly, making the young man see white. He groans almost pathetically, moaning his lover's name when the assault on his prostate continues. The heat begins to build in his stomach, coiling tighter with every thrust. The youngster throws his head back and closes his eyes, moaning again while the other man bites down onto his neck, reopening the bite wound that had closed before. It sends the youngster over the edge, his mate pounding him relentlessly.

Seeing his mate's completion creates a strong spark of ecstasy to course through the older man's body. He growls with flesh still between his teeth, his hunger growing when he feels the hot seed splatter between their bodies. He follows his lover over the edge for the second time that night, filling him to the brink with his own release. His younger mate welcomes him when he collapses on top of the young man, feeling lips nibble gently at his earlobe.

They lie in each other's embrace for a moment longer, neither wanting to pull away. Nero absently runs his devil claws over the scratches he made, watching the wounds already closed and heal over fast. He smiles a little when his mate nuzzles his hair, having stopped moving a while ago now. His smile grows even bigger when his mate starts to snore softly, already gone.

Yawning himself the teen relaxes, intending to go to sleep as well.

Both hunters are kicked back up when someone bangs their door, fists slamming repeatedly before the voice of the receptionist calls for them. Dante looks absolutely murderous for being denied his beauty sleep, but when she calls something about demons he gives his mate a confused look. He grabs the boxers from the floor on his way to the door, quickly sliding them on before opening. His silver brows raise in question when he spots the girl who had given them their room.

She gives the hunter a once over, unable to hide her sick grin any longer when she figures out what they have been doing. "There's a little girl in the room next to yours. She said something about demons coming to grab her or something. Said she heard growling and a bumping like noise?" She looks past the elder at the teen still in the bed. Nero's face went from Dante's coat red to tomato red, even his ears burning from embarrassment. He hides himself beneath the blanket, hoping people believe there really is a demon. "Anyway… You guys are the hunters, so check it out. Breakfast will be free, just keep it down next time." If that wasn't a clear hint, Dante doesn't know what is.

She nods at the elder and waves at the teen, using her free hand to hold up a tissue to her nose to stop the bleeding as she makes her leave.

The hunter closes the door again, turning with a smile on his face. "Hear that? Free breakfast." Now, he's just trying to piss Nero off. In reply the younger slayer grabs the elder's pants from the edge of the bed and throws it at his mate. "Just get dressed." He steps out of the bed, keeping his gaze down. He can't remember the last time he was this embarrassed. This is even worse then the time they got caught by the girls.

After collecting their clothes and getting dressed in silence both slayers step out of the door. The door opposite from the little girl's room is open. Her room was indeed next to the room of the hunters, and Nero feels a new pang of humiliation rise to his cheeks. Dante wastes no time and causally enters the room with the half open door, spotting the perverted girl, the scared little girl and her mother holding her. There is a fat man sitting on the edge of the bed with a worried look on his face, obviously the dad. Nero does tag along, no longer daring to look at the receptionist. He can feel her undressing him with her eyes. And he can feel her imagining him and his mate in various positions, doing red hot devil sex to each other.

He suddenly feels violated.

The elder nods at the mother and her face lights up. She pets the girl's hair, making the six year old look at her. "Tell the hunters what you saw sweetie." She gently pats the brown hair of her daughter. The little girl turns at the leather clad man, her face wet from tears.

"I hear it growl and I heard a bumping noise! And it became really loud and then the demon was going to eat me so I ran really really fast I did before it would eat me." She begins to cry again, burying her face in her mother's hair. The woman looks back at the hunters pleadingly, begging them to find whatever this demon is and kill it. Dante nods at her, face set as serious as he can. He turns around and leaves, dragging the flushed teen with him.

Aw, children and their imagination.

Out in the hallway and closing the door the elder slayer begins sniggering uncontrollably, bracing himself against the wall for support. He keeps a hand in front of his mouth to keep the noise down, tears welling in his eyes out of sheer comedy. His younger mate is less then pleased, face red and hidden beneath his hands. Even his devil bringer has dimmed down its light out of utter humiliation.

"I can't fucking believe this…" He murmurs, not feeling any better when his mate is nearing hysterics. Tears are streaming down his face now and his shoulders jerk uncontrollably with barely silenced laughter.

They are never having sex ever again!

-Einde

Little kids and their imagination... This request was brought to you by me for my real life friend (Yes I have those too) Jacky.

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