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Ch 7- Slow Chemical-Finger Eleven
(Dante's POV-a few hours earlier)
Something is really fucking wrong with me I swear to fuck I never wake up before noon and even then that's pushing it. But since that damn kid called I haven't slept a wink. Just the thought of finally having a chance at the brat is enough to keep me going. It takes about four hours by car to get to the port, by bike a little less time, probably cut that in half. I told the kid noon but something tells me he'll be on the first ferry out of that hypocritical rattrap and I plan on being there when he disembarks. I guess I really am a sucker for a pretty face.
I ran my fingers through my white hair sighing in defeat, that damn kid had a hold on me he didn't even know about.
I pushed away from my overcrowded desk, paper work spread every where. It would eventually just be shoved into an available drawer and forgotten like all the rest. I really hate doing paper work! I need to take a shower, don't wanna be smelling bad when I go get the kid.
I want him so bad I can practically taste him. Sure, I've had the thought that he isn't into guys but what the hell, he's a kid he doesn't know what he wants so I gotta give it a try right? Besides who in their right mind would turn down Dante Sparda the greatest demon slayer in the world and underworld!
So a shower then to the bike, a short note to the women and I'm off.
The wonder of the world is gone I know for sure
All the wonder that I want I found in her
As the hole becomes apart I strike to burn
And no flame returns
(third person POV-present time)
Dante knew the moment Nero stepped off the ferry, his scent on the passing wind the sweetest thing he'd smelled in some time, cinnamonny and something utterly Nero. He tried controlling the smile that pulled at his lips, he actually couldn't wait to catch the first glimpse of the kid. Dante turned slowly to great the youth, his red trench catching in the passing wind billowing out behind him.
Every intuition fails to find it's way
One more table turned around I'm back again
Finding I'm a lost and found when she's not around
When she's not around I feel it coming down
(Nero's POV)
My breath literally caught in my throat as the bastard turned, the sun shining off his hair, same color as mine, lips quirked in a sexy smirk, the way his jacket flared out as he turned, it was like something out of one of those cheesy romance novels I've caught Kyrie reading. Not that I've read them myself mind you, but I did get curious one day wanting to know what was so damn fascinating about the book that had the woman's nose glued to it for hours, so I just sort of browsed through it…anyway…
I couldn't help the smile that pulled at my lips as his eyes meet mine. We stood there staring at each other for what seemed like forever. His bike had been parked off to the side, I wonder how long he'd been here. Dante casually walked over like he had all the time in the world, arms out slightly as he approached. It took every ounce of self control in my body not to launch myself into those oh so welcoming arms and bury my face in his massive chest, biting my lip to stifle a moan at the thought of it. We were almost nose to nose when he wrapped his arms around me in a hug and I melted.
Give me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be my chemical NOW
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be my chemical
(Dante's POV)
It's sinful to think how well he fits in the circle of my arms, so warm and inviting, I let my arms slip lower encircling the narrow waist for half a second before pulling away. He seems almost reluctant but takes a step back, a pretty pink blush gracing his pale cheeks making him all the more fuckable…No, that is not all I think about! It just takes up the majority of the time.
I choose to wrap my arm, friendly like around his shoulders leading him towards the diner, don't care much for their food but the kid looks half starved. I take a whiff of the boy now that I'm closer and can do it more discreetly...Is that blood? I step in front of the boy both my hands on his shoulders, giving him a once over, instincts kicking in. if he's bleeding, someone hurt him and I WILL tear them apart!
"Where you hurt Kid?"
He glared at me, probably the nickname but deflated a second later holding up his human hand covered in a bandage that by the looks of it needed changing. I took hold of the hand gently unwrapping the blood sticky gauze. The wound still seeped blood.
"What the hell happened Kid?" His eyes deviated from mine when blue locked on blue and rubbed the side of his nose with a glowing finger, only now noticing he had his demonic arm uncovered. Finally the kid is taking a little bit of pride in himself.
"Kyrie went bat shit crazy (thank you bitbyboth from your review) and got a hold of Red Queen and when I confronted her she lashed out."
"And what, that was yesterday, this should be healed by now." I was confused, Nero shook his head at me, face falling slightly,
"Red Queen was blessed by Sanctus before I ever got to use her, at the time I didn't think anything of it…" He trailed off, I knew where the conversation was headed, one we've had many times before; about him being unholy, a demon, a sin. I tightened my grip on Nero's hand knowing what I was about to do would probably disturb the kid beyond belief. The wound needed to be closed or he would slowly bleed to death. Nero's demon side is strong, but not as strong as mine. I lowered my mouth to the weeping wound, the first taste of his blood sent a spasm through my entire body.
When everybody wants you (the chemical your slow)
When everybody wants you (the chemical your slow)Slow and
Everybody wants you So Slow and
Everybody wants your soul
(Nero's POV)
I swear my heart just stopped, Dante lowered his head and proceeded to lick, LICK the cut on my hand and as disgusting as that is it was probably the most arousing thing that has ever happened to my. His soft appendage was now dabbing lightly in to the cut its self, lips sucking at the tainted flesh, everywhere is saliva was spread a burning sensation followed. The bone crushing grip loosened slightly when he realized I wasn't trying to throw him off, his fingers encompassed my wrist, my hand was small compared to his, his grip reassuring as he continued to clean the cut. Such an intimate touch, the man can't realize what he's doing to me, my knees almost buckled when a sudden shot of pain flared traveling the length of my arm and down to the middle of my back. I felt Dante's other arm coming around my waist catching me before I fell and hauled my closer, my head pressed against his chest as we slowly sank to the ground.
Give me what I could never ask for
connect me and you could be my chemical NOW
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be the chemical
(Dante's POV)
I knew this would happen. Almost willed it. When my demonic saliva came in contact with whatever holy substance that was imbedded in the wound it would start a counterattack, killing off the weaker virus. I hurts like hell, I know, it's happened to me. That was one time I clearly remember Trish saving my ass.
As Nero's knees buckled I pulled him closer sinking to the ground with him, I pulled his lean body onto my lap where I continued to suckle the wound. I clearly heard the groan of pain that left his lips, his face near buried in my chest. I rubbed what I hope is comforting circles into the small of his back, slipping my hand beneath the layers of fabric for skin on skin contact. I continued the gentle treatment not stopping when I felt him relax against me, his breathing evening out as the pain subsided and I felt the wound begin to close. I didn't pull away immediately but instead placed gently kisses along his palm and the length of his fingers. Fuck the kid tasted incredible. I held him a little tighter wanting this to last as long as I could get it to.
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
(Nero's POV)
I didn't want to move. God knows how right it felt to be wrapped in his arms like this, I just wanted to stay forever. But reluctantly I rose offering my now healed hand to him. He glanced up with a smirk taking it.
"Thanks Dante." I was beet red, I could feel my ears burning. He took a step closer pushing my hair out of my eyes with the tips of his fingers,
"Anytime Kid."