Warnings: AU/ MalexMale pairing/ Language/ Yaoi content in later chapters/ Some violence (mainly towards demons.. no worries)

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, the story or it's characters. I do not make any money from this story.

Beta: Currently un-beta'd so please excuse any mistakes, I do triple check my work to minimize mistakes, but I am only human...

Thank-Yous:

Seeker Heart: I will have to ask you to back away from drunken/unconscious slayers as they may bite... or chop off a limb xD

SirenaLorely: Sad Nero is never good :( makes us all sad. Yeah I didn't want anything more than one kiss, cos it was just a teaser haha

ben4kevin: No one likes Kyrie in my experience, and Nero is cute period :P

ladysubaru83: We've all had those moment's eh?

TemperanceNova: Like I said, I preferred to have a proper run up and think about what's going through their heads before we jump into all out nosebleed inducing sex xD haha however we are getting closer to that moment ;) And stalking is completely acceptable :)

Hey It's Melmel: Well tbf, drinking age is what, like 25 in America? And I see Nero as being about 23/24 at most, he's still a baby 0:) And of course Nero is a virgin, he's a good boy with a bad boy attitude that makes all us fangirls weak at the knees, with his fluffy white hair and cocky attitude and rough voice... *drools slightly* :P Bahaha, I want one

Chapter Six – The Hangover

The sun blared through the windows and past the curtains that hung on the wall straight on to Nero's face and forcing him out of his alcohol induced sleep. He rolled over to face away from the piercing sun light then immediately regretted the sharp movement, his head was thumping and his stomach felt like it was doing back flips and to make matters worse he could taste stale beer in his mouth. Nero slowly sat himself up and tried to accommodate the sickly feeling but it was all in vain as the contents of his stomach suddenly wanted to make an encore. He ran blindly out of the room he was in, desperately looking for the bathroom and luckily enough for him his first choice was the right one. He dropped to his knees and lurched over the toilet bowl before letting his stomach rid itself of beer and pizza. Dante however was still lazing in bed when he heard Nero run past his door, he really wanted to just stay in bed a few hours longer but he didn't really want to leave him alone on his first hangover. He heaved himself off his bed and pulled on the leather pants he wore last night before shuffling sleepily to the bathroom

"Feeling worse for wear, huh kid?" Dante chuckled as he leaned on the door frame. "You didn't even drink that much, lightweight."

Nero didn't make any cocky retort like he usually would, just stuck his middle finger up at him while another wave of sickness hit him. Dante filled a glass with cool water and waited for Nero to stop being sick, all the while he rubbed his back to try and soothe the young knight.

"I didn't think you'd be this bad kid. Guess I'll have to go a bit easier on you next time." Nero simply groaned in agreement as he sat back away from the toilet and gladly accepting the cool glass in Dante's hands.

Nero sipped at the water to rid himself of the vile taste in his mouth as Dante brushed his hair away from his eyes, neither really moved for a while but Nero felt a strange sense of peace and for the first time in many years, he felt safe.

"Come on kid, lets get you up and cleaned 'cos no offence but you stink."

"You can talk, you smell like an old people home! Anyway, I blame you for making me drink that stuff all night." Nero leant on Dante as he stood up, grasping on to his shoulders as the room momentarily spun.

"Tch, I didn't see anyone throw in down yer neck, how was I supposed to know that you were gonna be smashed after three beers?" Dante held Nero up straight as he got his baring then he turned to the shower and switched it on.

"I must've had more than three, I can't even remember getting to bed last night. Guess you had to carry me, huh?" Nero joked as he tried to run a hand through his hair without falling over and though he didn't see it, the smile on Dante's face faltered.

Dante knew that he wouldn't remember last night, but he had hoped that the kid had had some idea what had happened. Dante could remember so vividly the moment Nero's lips met his own, the world seemed to fade and time stood still as they shared that moment. Dante wished that that had happened because of Nero's true feelings and not because the kid was so hammered he could barely speak. Dante shook away the thoughts of last night and told Nero to get in the shower while he looked for some old clothes that might fit him.

After hunting through the back of his wardrobe he managed to find an old pair of denim jeans and a black t-shirt that no longer provided any use to him. He grabbed the clothes in his arms and picked up a pair of boxers and socks then made his way back to the bathroom. He didn't care the think to knock before he waltzed in, and the sight that greeted him knocked the breath out of his body. Nero was standing facing away from Dante with the water cascading through his white hair and down his back. Dante's eyes were glued to Nero's naked form, he stared at the younger half demons back, riddled with old scars from battle, before he followed the water's path down to his buttocks. Dante couldn't take any more, he dropped the clothes on the floor then hurried out of the bathroom, down the hall and slamming his bedroom door behind him.

"This kid is going to kill me." Dante sighed as he fell back on to his bed, once Nero was done he would have to take a shower himself, a very cold one.

Ooookay, this chapter was supposed to be A LOT longer, however I lost all the pages I wrote about it, so hold tight for a moment, I'm uploading Chapter 7 immediately as way of apology for this terrible chapter... Now lets pretend this chapter isn't as terrible as it turned out D:

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