Disclaimer: DMC belongs to CAPCOM and all that jazz. Plot's mine. Sorry it took me so long to update this one. Gadget

CHAPTER 3

There was something about Nelo Angelo that made the hair on Dante's arms stand on end. It was more than just 'something'; it was a lot of something's, plural. Maybe it was the man's silence, most demons liked to brag, to talk around Dante until he cut them down. But Nelo Angelo wasn't like that; he unsheathed his sword, pointed it at Dante and beckoned him out into the courtyard. Dante followed obediently; hand on the butt of his gun Ivory.

He jumped over the balcony railing, landing in the small courtyard bellow. Alastor shuddered in the sheath on his back; obviously reacting to Nelo Angelo's demonic aura. The fight began and Dante could not shake the feeling of familiarity as their swords clashed.

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Jobs were starting to pile up but Dante couldn't look into them until he finished the job Devotion was paying him for. He needed the money; ammo was getting expensive. So was polish for Alastor and Rebellion, plus the various other weapons he had stashed around the Devil May Cry apartment.

Not to mention the money he paid Camille for her 'services'. The woman was his sometimes lover, ever though he paid her. A year ago, when he'd done his first job for Devotion, Camille had shown up at his door as payment. The dancer was beautiful, Dante had to admit, and he hadn't been able to part with her. However, they weren't friends; she was still an exotic dancer that had to be paid. The Hunter didn't care, he enjoyed the things they did; the sex. It helped him unwind, gave him a thrill and was an amazing time. He was smiling as he open the door on the top floor of his apartment above his business. He could sense her somewhere on the floor, somewhere waiting for him.

He could hear the beat of music thumping from underneath the door as he came to the top of the stairs. He felt a grin begin to spread on his face, the job for Devotion could wait a day or two. The murders were still few and far between; Dante had plenty of time for a little fun.

He threw open his bedroom door; Camille was inside, waiting for him. She was scantily dressed in a Victoria's Secret panty and bra set that barely even covered her. She had the body of a goddess and the delicate face of an angel framed but long brunette hair. Her hooded dark eyes, framed by black eye liner and mascara looked at him seductively as she danced around his room in stiletto heels.

Dante shut the door behind him and kicked off his boots. Camille danced her way to him, swinging her body to the beat of the music like a mesmerized serpent. She put her hands on his wide shoulders and he kissed her hungrily, slipping his tongue into her mouth as she did the same. Their mouths battled and a moment later she ended the kiss.

"Take off your clothes," She instructed him in her sultry voice as she gyrated her body for him. She danced away from him, giving him an excellent view of her ass and the graceful slope of her lower back as she turned away from him.

Dante jerked his leather jacket from his shoulders, unzipped his Kevlar vest and tossed it to the ground. His shirt was next, the thick and protective material slid easily from his body and joined the vest on the floor. His jeans, outfitted with thick leather to protect his legs; he'd let Camille take care of that. Thankfully all his weapons were downstairs in the safe; he hated to part with them, to be unarmed. But he hated to have them around when he was getting busy with Camille.

She came back to him, gave him another of those searing kisses that boiled his blood and then pushed him down on the bed. She jerked the leather belt from his pants and went to her knees as she pulled them off him, letting her face touch the skin of his thighs and the cloth of his boxers. Dante growled in pleasure, reaching out to her, tangling his hand in her hair as her mouth went to work on his abs and stomach; tonguing the muscles there. He unlatched her bra and she slung it off, he kneaded her breast, pinching the nipples when she was within reach.

He was hard already, his erection straining at the front of his boxers and Camille undulated against him until he kissed her. She bit his lip as she pulled away, kneeling before him on the floor and releasing him from the confines of his boxers. Camille smiled at him as he sat up, the beat of the music pounding in his chest. She took his dick into her mouth and all the way down his shaft without a word. He growled in pleasure.

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Nelo Angelo slammed Dante into the stone wall by his throat. He struggled, kicking his leg out because his sword was stuck in a wall somewhere and his guns were lying on the ground. The other demon was too strong but Dante wasn't about to give in. He kicked out with his leg out one more time and Nelo Angelo backhanded him. The slap was so hard that the amulet his mother had given him jerked on his chain and fell out of his vest.

The demon looked down at the amulet and immediately let Dante go, dropping him to the ground. Then he was gone and Dante was left desperately trying to breathe.

Sorry it took so long for me to update this one, but thanks for sticking with the story and waiting. I'll try to work on this fic more often, but school has started now and I'm a Junior so I don't know when I'll have the time. It was so much more easier to work on this during the summer. Gadget