Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the devil may cry characters in this fiction, if I did, Kyrie would have died in the first ten minutes of the game and Dante and Nero would be together...and Vergil would be shirtless in the third game...and Arkham would wear a frilly princess dress for my entertainment.
Rated Mature for Violence, Blood and Gore, Possible Incest, Language, Angst, Hot Man Sex in Later Chapters, and other things that I am still thinking up. Enjoy~!
I apologize for the late update! ^-^' Please enjoy~!
Chapter Four: Stolen First Kisses
Nero struggled under the elder's claws pinning him to the muddy ground, the wetness sinking into his clothes as the rain started to pour. The younger hunter could not break the grip without triggering himself but he would not in fear of hurting Dante. He stopped himself from shivering as the parasite licked up his neck, moving to lick across the young man's lips. Nero pressed his lips together tightly as the demon sought entrance to his mouth, trying to turn his head away and kick the older man as his tongue probed his lips. The parasite infested man over him growled deeply as he refused to let him in.
Angrily, he shifted so he could hold Nero's wrists in one of his claws before raking the other set of sharp talons down the young hunter's thigh. The denim material ripped as the demon sliced the flesh underneath hard enough to make the ex-order member bleed. Nero gasped sharply but was quickly silenced as Dante kissed him, slipping his tongue into the younger man's mouth. The hunter bit down on the invading muscle, making the parasite yelp and pull back. Nero smirked at the reaction, not willing to be raped by this demon without a fight. He rose his knee and kicked the older man in the groin, slipping his hands out of the tight hold as it loosened. The younger hunter pushed against the parasite infested man, getting his feet under the other man's torso and kicking him backwards while he was still distracted.
Nero did not get a chance to celebrate his small victory as he realized how close the edge of the cliff was to where they were laying. Dante landed on his back a few feet away, the earth beneath him groaning before giving way under him. The ex-order member shouted out the elder's name, knowing that he would not survive the fall with the demon controlling him.
"Dante! You jackass!" Nero yelled. It seemed like an eternity for him to scramble to his feet, the older man falling quickly as the rain seemed to hasten his fall. The young man threw himself to the ground before the weakened earth of the cliff, most of his torso hanging over the edge as he grabbed hold of one of Dante's shoulders with his devil bringer's extended reach. His sword, the Red Queen, slid down the loose muddy ground and into the dark abyss below. He ignored it for now, focusing on Dante's well being first.
Nero cursed himself for being stupid enough to throw his partner off a cliff, even if said partner was possessed by a demon that had just attempted to rape him. He was relieved as he stopped the more experienced devil slayer from falling who knew how many stories. The young hunter braced his left hand on a section of the dirt that was slowly turning to mud, trying to pull the elder back up and to safety. After he did that, he could beat the living daylights out of him for forcing his tongue into his mouth.
Nero slid forward, loosing his hold on the ground as the demon yanked on his arm. The next thing he could comprehend, the two of them were falling almost as quickly as the rain drops surrounding them. The young man gasped as he remembered Dante, who was falling just as quickly next to him. Nero grabbed the older man's arm and pulled him close to him, making sure he was under the other. The only thing the ex-order member could do was hope that he would soften the impact on Dante's body with his own.
The air rushed past them as Nero shut his eyes tightly, the feeling of branches telling him that solid ground was not far away. He muttered a strong curse word under his breath before he felt his back slam against earth, darkness swarming and clouding over his vision.
When Nero stirred finally, the pungent taste of blood in his mouth informed him of a recent and most likely already healed internal wound. He moved to sit up slowly and examine his surroundings, being careful in case any injures he had sustained were not completely healed just yet. His head swam slightly as he felt a little dizzy. No doubt, the fall was bad for his head.
"Glad you're awake, kid. I was beginning to think I would have to start digging a grave for you out here."
"Dante?" Nero snapped his head around quickly, not the best idea since his head ached so badly. The older hunter sat next to him by a fire that was made of a few small branches thrown together and the Red Queen's flames. Dante smiled at him in the cocky way he always did. Somehow, Nero had missed the real annoying old man. "But…What about the parasite?" He asked, avoiding his realization that he had missed the elder. Dante pointed at the flames.
"Burned it. Your devil arm managed to cut the place it bit me enough for it to lose some control over me. After the fall, I cut off the rest of the skin on my shoulder and burned the ugly little thing. By the way, thanks for breaking my fall, kid." Dante grinned as Nero rolled his eyes and lied back down, ignoring that he was lying on his coat with the older man's coat over him like a blanket.
"Heh, you're not welcome, old man. I feel like shit now. Thanks to you." The young man rolled over onto his side, wincing slightly but refusing to lie on his back were he could see the other hunter. He felt unnerved. Whether it was because he had forgotten such a simple way to remove a parasite or perhaps, the fact that the kiss from the demon felt so strange. Despite it being forced, unexpected, and overall creepy, it had made a feeling raise in his chest that he could not identify. What made it even more confusing was that Nero felt that it was not the demon but the person it was controlling that formed this…feeling. He blushed and cursed himself mentally as he pulled the red leather coat over his head.
"Same old kid." Dante muttered as he tossed a small twig into the blazing fire, wondering why Nero was acting cold to him all of a sudden. "Rest up. We need to find a way back up that cliff. It's the only way back to the car and while we're up there, I have a score to settle with those damn bugs." He glanced over at the young hunter, watching him pull his coat over his head. Dante turned his gaze back to the small flames of the fire, his tongue rubbing against the roof of his mouth as he could still taste Nero's lips. He was glad he had burned that parasite. The devil hunter felt like he should have been the one kissing and tasting the kid for the first time, feeling it both physically and mentally. When the demon had hold of him, he could only watch as that first kiss was stolen away from him. He wished he could have done much more to the tiny demon. If he had the choice, we would have tortured it for a few hours before burning it to nothing but a smoldering corpse.
