Sorry it took so long to upload this work has been a bitch, i swear there is no such thing as off time anymore. anyway, hope you enjoy. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and faved.
Discalimer do not own if i did i wouldn't be were i am right now.
Petite manicured nails dug deep in the dark bark of the maple tree. Her cloak and the darkness masking her identity even as the wind shifted rustling the leaves and inadvertently catching the oversized hood of the cloak whipping it away from her face, strands of chestnut hair blew wildly in the night.
The sight of the two hunters sickened her beyond belief. Memories of the nights she watched Nero sleep came back to her. She silently sneak to his door down the hall intent on slipping inside and under the thin quilt he had covering his nude body. She hesitates at the door her own feelings confusing she didn't know if she just loved the demon boy of if she LOVED Nero. So many times she thought about him as nothing more than she thought of Credo but a few times she glimpsed him slipping from the shower in nothing more than a towel, beads of water slipping down pale taut skin her heart beat would quicken and pulse racing, the heat in her cheeks rising. But that night she found the courage to actually open his bedroom door, the way the moon light shone thought the slightly open window allowing in the cool evening breeze to filter into the room. One arm tucked behind his head, the other across his stomach, she noticed the smile playing across his lips as he shifted slightly the blanket slipping lower revealing hips and a bit of white hair. His bringer clenching and unclenching unconsciously glowing brighter as the dream apparently intensified, his breath quickened and a low moan escaped,
"Dante…do that again…" and he rolled over in the bed. Kyrie had left the room quit disturbed by what she'd just witnessed…
She stared on still hiding behind the tree, "You wont have him Dante Sparda…" She vowed, watching as Dante picked the second hunter up in his arms working his way back to his car.
Hearing a noise behind her she turned barely able to recognize one of Victor's assistants, Vern,
"Everything is ready Ms. Kyrie…it is surly a miracle that you showed up when you did."
"I just wanted to see how everything was going and Victor did tell me to come by anytime…how is he doing by the way?" Kyrie gripped the others arm letting him lead he to where the unmarked ambulance waited beside her own black Jaguar her driver standing beside the hood.
"He is stable and will be fine in a day of so, we gave him the last of the demon blood a few minutes ago. The boys blood will do wonders for his regeneration."
"Very good, follow me back to Fortuna." With that she slipped back into the sleek black care, the door shutting behind her.
The ride back to Devil May Cry was uneventful to say the least, Nero fell almost immediately asleep in the warm car not to mention the fact that the elder had managed to find a set of dry clothes in the trunk and he tried not to spy on the lithe body as he changed. the clothing hung off his smaller frame and he was still bare foot, but that was ok his feet were now planted in a certain devil hunters lap tucked inside his red coat against is stomach. Nero was happy even as fingers gently trailed invisible lines across his ankles and up his calf. Nero shifted against the door as a shrill ringing cut through the silence, Dante had completely forgotten about that damned pink phone currently housed in the console that Nero's knees were slung over. As quickly and easily as he could he pushed Nero's knees up just enough to slip his hand inside and grab the vibrating device with the god awful ring tone. For just a moment he debated throwing it out the window but decided to answer it so the thing wouldn't wake his sleeping angel.
"Hello." Barely above a whisper.
"Dante, what the fuck! I thought I told you to keep the phone on you just incase I called! Anyway, got another lead if you're interested…" a pause.
"Na, that won't be necessary babe."
"What? You actually found him?! On the first try, damn I knew I was good." Lady squealed. Dante chuckled at her apparent excitement.
"Okay, now listen, we've got another problem…" Dante had removed his hand from the youths leg only to place it gently on his bringer stroking the inside of his palm, the blue glowed a bit brighter but no where near as bright it would normally be. Nero's eyes slowly opened to find Dante staring at the road, a pink phone cradled between his ear and shoulder and his fingers stroking his own palm. He smiled at the simple show of affection.
"What kind of problem?" Her voice seemed farther away, she had put the phone on speaker, he could barely hear Trish say something unintelligible not quite making it out.
"He's got some kind of bracelet around his glow stick, seems to be sapping his demonic power, I don't know what to make of it, never seen anything like it and we can't get it off. Kid says it takes a key…You'll understand when you see it."
The phone conversation didn't last much longer. Dante hung up noticing for the first time that Nero was awake and staring at him a smile pulling at his lips,
"What?"
"So you gonna tell me how you knew where I was and how you got my weapons."
Dante scratched at the white stubble on his chin,
"Well, it all started with a dream…"
By the time Dante was finished with his tale Nero was no longer staring wide eyed at him and began to recount his own story minus the part where he knew Victor had had his way with him, he didn't even want to think about that. It was Dante's turn to be stunned, not to mention the anger he felt, he wanted nothing more that to rip those bastards limb from limb for even thinking about touching HIS Nero. And Kyrie, don't get him started on what he'd like to do to that little hussy, Dante knew she was involved in some way but never thought she was a main player in everything that went down. As Nero grew quiet Dante eyes settled back on the road, a few silent moments passed before the younger spoke again,
"Dante."
"Yeah?"
"One thing I was wondering, you mentioned an old lady at the docks, was she wearing a pink sweater by any chance?"
Dante glanced from the road to his passenger than back again, "Yeah, why?"
Nero shook his head, muttering under his breath, Dante swore he head, 'It can't be…'
"What is it kid?"
"Don't call me Kid…the old lady, the sweater had belonged to Kyrie, I gave it to her after seeing her without a coat or anything to protect her from the wind. She was homeless. When I used to go down to the docks she was always around for some reason, she listened to me when no one else would give me the time of day, she died about four years ago, her body washed up on the shore, they think she fell off the pier or something and drowned." Nero went silent after that.
Sure Dante believed in ghost and stuff, He IS a demon slayer after all, but he never thought he'd actually see one.
They arrived back at Devil May Cry at a decent hour -3am. Dante shut off the car and took a long look at Nero, he was sleeping peacefully, he hated to wake him up so he didn't bother. Instead he got out of the car walked around the hood to the passenger side and opened the door. The youth about fell out of the seat if Dante hadn't caught him. Nero's eyes popped open as Dante righted him in the seat, ready to pick him up to carry him inside.
"Are we there yet?" Sleepily rubbing his eyes. Dante almost laughed at how adorable he looked.
"Yeah, Kid, we're here…driveway's gravel, want me to carry you?"
Nero shot him a look that should have sliced him in half,
"Just cause I lost my abilities for the time being doesn't mean I'm helpless old man!" Dante held is hands up in mild surrender.
"Alright, alright, just trying to help no need to be bitchy."
Nero stepped out of the car only to get a sharp rock right in the arch of his bared foot, he let out a yelp at the unexpected pain. Dante had grabbed the weapons from the car shaking his head. Letting out a low chuckle he grabbed Nero around the waist and packed him the few feet to the steps,
"Damnit Dante, put me down!" He flailed slightly and nearly lost his balance as Dante set him on the steps before the wooden double doors, if that wasn't bad enough a certain bi-colored eyed woman thrust the door open from the other side smacking the unsuspecting young hunter right in the forehead. If Dante hadn't been right behind him on the steps he would have fallen on his ass, instead said hunter wrapped his arm around the youngers waist protectingly and glared at Lady.
"Oh, you were right Trish, they are here!"
Nero rubbed his forehead with his human hand, "Owww." He really did act like a kid when he was sleepy, Dante pressed his lips to the red spot on his head,
"Nice going Lady as if the Kid doesn't have enough bruises!"
She shrugged walking back into the warm interior of Devil May Cry. The two devil hunters on her heels. Nero fell back on the nearest leather couch when Dante released him plopping next to him. Trish was in front of him nearly immediately examining the bracelet. Nero was slightly taken back by her sudden appearance trying in vain to take his hand back. The lady demon keeping a firm hold twisting his wrist this way and that almost painfully. He let out a small noise of discomfort that she didn't seem to notice but Dante did. Gripping her wrist in much the same fashion that she attacked Nero with, she glanced over as the grip tightened. Dante growled low in his throat, just a warning for her to back off. She loosened her grip and so did he, still giving the ornament a thorough examination.
After a few more minutes and finally happy with her own analysis Trish released the appendage. Nero held the arm protecting to himself, after everything it'd been through the only one he could entrust the demonic arm to would be Dante. He glanced at the elder who flashed him an apologetic smile.
"Dante, were spending the night…" Out of the blue.
"What?!" Dante's head shot up.
"It's 3 am Dante, we're not going anywhere tonight, you have a spare room, we're going to use it."
Dante gave Nero a quick run through of the shop, pointing to everything in turn while heating up a few slices of left over pizza for the two, "living room, my bedroom, kitchen (they were standing in it) my bedroom, upstairs bathroom next to my bedroom, downstairs bathroom, my bedroom, spare room…" (anyone else notice a pattern here?)
Dante gave a smirk as they returned to the couch. Trish sat at Dante's desk while Lady sat on the pool table cattycorner from the other woman, grinning knowingly before hopping off and dragging Trish up the stairs to go to bed. Dante watched the pair ascend and disappear into a room down the hall from his own. His eyes finally fell back to Nero and couldn't help but smile…he'd fallen asleep plate of pizza in hand. Dante shook his head setting the untouched plate on the coffee table, brushed a few strands of hair from the youngers face planting a sweet kiss on his lips. He rose to go to his own room debating whether or not to carry Nero with him and decided against it. The kid might freak out if he woke in the elders bed with no memory of how he got there.
"Night kid."
Nero shivered as the cold penetrated the thin cloths he wore, his eyes fluttered open, the room dark around him. God he hated being without his demonic senses, darkness had never been dark before. His eyes eventually adjusting to the dark surroundings he could make out the furnishings of the shop, rising from his place on the couch that he hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep on. Nero silently crept up the stairs. The elders bedroom door had been left ajar; not knowing if it had been on purpose or not Nero really didn't care. He gently pushed the door a bit farther and Dante lay there awake unbeknownst to the younger since he'd first stepped onto the stairs. He stood in the doorway fidgeting slightly taking a cautionary step forward. Dante's back is to him, moonlight shone through the open window casting shadows across his bare back down to his slim waist, muscles defined under tanned skin. A black satin sheet covered the elder from the waist down. Nero sighed to himself, running a hand through his white hair, sure Dante told him that he loved him and the kiss…WOW…but now back in the sanctity of his home had Dante really meant what he said or was he just pulling on heart strings?
Nero turned deciding not to disturb the elder but stopped short when he felt warm fingers close around his wrist,
"I was wondering how long it would take you to get your punk ass up here…shut the door so we don't disturb the women."
Nero smirked hearing the lusty undertones in his voice and did as he was told for once, turning back only to be caught in a massive bear hug around his waist and yanked onto the huge bed and right into the devil slayers lap. He struggled momentarily before he found a pair of warm lips worshiping his neck and a hand inching it's way under the hem of the shirt. Fingers ghosted over hot flesh towards a tender pink nipple to be tweaked and pinched, exciting a chocked moan as teeth closed over the soft flesh of his jugular. Nero's fingers found their way into the elders white hair, gently fisting, pulling him closer. Dante unlatched, licking to soother the bruising flesh, he repositioned his angel so that the other was now straddling him and attacked his lips, sucking the bottom one between his teeth nibbling slightly. He knew he'd have to take special precautions with the kid more so now with his current condition; it's just that his demon side was already begging him to fuck the other through the mattress. Nero moaned into the others mouth as a soft tongue intruded into the new territory. Hands slipped lower gripping a slim waist, fingers treading lightly inside the waist band, callous finger tips against ivory smooth flesh. Nero's heart rate picked up a couple thousand notches. Dante knew this wasn't normal, there's a line between excitement and panic and Nero was panicking.
Dante broke the kiss, hands lifted from his hips to the small of his back rubbing soothing circles,
"Hey babe, you okay?" His voice low, worried. Nero buried his face in the crook of Dante's neck, head shaking furiously, tears coming to his eyes now that he could think clearly. The elder lifted his chin placing another kiss on his lips, full of passion and love just as the first tears slipped over reddened rims. Dante kissed the salty droplets away as soon as they fell.
"Hey, what's all this, what's with the tears Nero?"
Nero sat back hearing his name but Dante wouldn't let him get too far by wrapping his arms back around him.
"I-I can s-still fell h-him, people always s-say you can't f-feel anything under s-sedation, t-they just d-don't know. I f-felt everything." Nero hugged himself, "Y-You don't w-want m-me Dante, I'm d-dirty, u-used." He sniffled. Dante rubbed his arms in a comforting fashion,
"Nero what are you trying to tell me?"
"V-Victor, h-he, h-he…"
Dante feathered butterfly kisses across his cheeks, collar bone and any other exposed flesh of the youth, he knew what he was going to say but didn't know if he could handle the truth,
"D-Dante, I c-can't stop f-feeling him, m-make it g-go a-away." His eyes pleading.
Dante placed his hands on either side of Nero's head forcing him to look at him,
"I swear to what ever gods out there watching over us Nero, when I find that fucker he'll wished he had stayed dead…"
Nero pulled his own shirt from over his head, his paleness reflecting enticingly in the moonlight. Dante cupped face bringing him into a sensual kiss running his hands down the taught abs of the youth in his lap, still feeling the light sting of salt.
His pants were the next to go followed closely by black boxers followed even more closely by Dante's mouth on Nero's swollen member. His throat contracting, humming wildly as Nero tried in vain to stifle his moans of pleasure. Dante, on the other hand wanted to hear every noise he had pent up inside. He removed himself from the others cock moving up, kissing his stomach, dipping his tongue inside his navel sucking on the lip of skin before marking his way higher leaving red love bites allover the pristine skin. Dante leered over the lithe frame,
"I'll make you forget anyone else ever touched you." He whispered huskily
so do you wanna kill me yet ;), better not i won't be able to finish this hehe *hugs and kisses* let me know what you think.
