Hello, Hello!! The computer gods smiled upon me and my laptop is in working order once again!! Thank goodness. I don't know what happened. I restarted it and it just wouldn't reboot again. I kept trying to use the System Restore and Start-up repair, but those options failed. I finally had to go buy a flash drive, backup all my files using the HP Backup Assistant (or whatever it's called), and then reboot my system back to the way it came out of the box. Then, I had to redo all my updates and security settings, and reload all of my personal things, such as photos and stories, off the flash drive to my laptop. It was annoying as fuck! Alas, It is fixed and running quite nicely. Let's hope it stays that way, shall we?
So, I apologize for the delay of uploading. I was afraid I was going to disappoint you guys. I couldn't help the fact my comp wanted to be a tard, though. Anyway, this is supposed to be chapter Seven. I hope it doesn't sound choppy or rushed. I was trying my best to hurry and get if finalized for upload since you guys had to wait so long for it. I think you'll like it, though. It's almost Three in the morning where I live. So, yeah. I've been at work. So, read and review if you don't mind.
BTW, this is a longer one^_^ I hope it makes up. OH!!!! I also wanted to say that I have a sequel to Premonitions in the planning. Sound good to you guys??? Let me know!!!
To Sirena L.: Aw, thanks for the hugs! I hug you too! *hugs* I'm hoping my laptop will be a good laptop from now on! Hope you like this update!
I do not own Devil May Cry, Its characters, yadda, yadda. I just add my own twists.
WARNING: Contains graphic Yaoi, language, violence.....Don't like, don't read, Simple as that.
7
"Nero".
I felt strange energy rushing through my body. I couldn't move, but I was heating up and my Bringer felt as though it were on fire.
"Nero. Get up." Who was talking?
The energy in my body was building and I could feel my slowed heart pump faster. My vision returned, as well as the rest of my hearing. Gunshots. Lots of Gunshots. Clashing metal. Yelling.
"Damn it! There's too many. Where the fuck are they coming from?" I could hear Dante yell.
"I don't know!" Trish screamed back.
The energy built up even more. It was like my Trigger's energy, but somehow different. It felt like the coolness of water and scorch of fire at the same time. It pulsated throughout me. I felt my strength returning and I stood. I saw everything. Tons of demons pouring into the bedroom from every available space they could squeeze themselves from; they made it look like an ocean of moving scum. Dante, Trish and I were in the middle of it. I was growling and I could feel waves of heat coming off me. It felt odd.
"Nero?!" Dante looked over his shoulder, blasting into demons left and right, bringing Alastor down on one that came up through the floor. The client wasn't lying when he said infestation. These fuckers really were like roaches. "Nero? Thank goodness", he sounded relieved, but I'm guessing he noticed I was glowing and there was a weird guttural sound escaping my throat. "Wait…What the hell? Nero?"
I tried to say something, but the voice that came from my vocal chords was strange. It was mine, but had at least four different dimensions of tones, "Dante". I felt my Bringer pulsing and burning, the armored plates on it seeming to become harder as the strange sensation built and built. Then, I realized what was causing it.
The keepsake Leo gave me. It was attached to my Bringer.
How? I don't know, but it was doing something to me. The odd energy worked its way into every pore of my skin, every strand of muscle, every part of my being. It was weird, yet familiar somehow. Ya know, I'm not sure If I hated it. It kinda felt good. Maybe it's time I showed these demons a lesson.
Just as I thought it, a Lust reached out and grabbed at Dante. He had done the wrong thing by trying to pay attention to me. The other demons, three of them being Fetishes, latched to him and began to stab relentlessly. No. No, they couldn't do that to him. They couldn't touch my Dante. I felt my Trigger, along with the odd energy from the keepsake, rise and I, if felt like almost literally, exploded in rage.
My Bringer sprouted huge, red spikes that came off it like barbs which I used to lash out ,and rip away, the stupid demons that thought it'd be smart to have a go at Dante. I ripped them to shreds with my newly acquired spikes, turning to the rest of the demons in the room. They picked the wrong day to fuck with us. They picked the wrong day to even exist. I let lose a growl that I didn't know I could make, unleashing some sort of shockwave that threw them back. Holy fuck! Energy blasts, too? I rushed forward, slicing them in half with the spikes and summoning Yamoto to do them even more damage. I felt flames lick my bringer and, to my surprise, flames engulfed the demons that I grabbed and combusted them. Whoa, whoa. That is fucking crazy! What the hell kind of trinket is that?
I didn't stop until every last demon, with Dante and Trish slicing and dicing what few go past me, was dead. I felt so much power, so much heat, so much feeling.Yes. I said I felt so much feeling. I really can't think of a way to describe it. That trinket…it was demonic in origin? I heaved, sinking to my knees when I de-Triggered and the trinket, who's glowing had stopped, fell into my outstretched human hand. It was hot as fuck so I quickly used my trenchcoat to hold it. What the fuck did Leo give me?
"Nero", Dante came to me. He had some healing wounds, but he looked so relieved, happy, filthy, and curious as he literally picked me up and spun me around. How gay…haha. "You're okay." He sat me down brushing hair from my face. "Holy shit, kid", he sighed, "I thought something bad was gonna happen to you." He searched my eyes.
And I knew what he was searching for.
"Dante" I whispered, leaning my head against his chest. His arms were so comforting. I wish time would stop so I could stay in them forever. He was worried bout me. He didn't really have to be, I guess, but he was.
"Hate to break up this touching moment", Trish tapped us on the shoulders, "But this place is coming down. We need to get out of here….NOW." She was right. The roof was beginning to collapse. It felt like the very foundation was creaking beneath us. Well, isn't that fantastic. We brought the house down.
"Shit" Dante sighed, running a hand down his face. He looked at the window, then at me, "Jump?"
Jump? From the second story window? Sure. Why not. Not like we had another choice. We made it out of the window just as the roof of the old house collapsed and the rest of the house followed it. All the demons ,and our way of taking care of them, must have finished off the failing structure. It created a cloud of dust and debris as Dante, Trish, and I shook dust ,and dirt, from ourselves and watched the cloud billow up.
"Sheriff isn't going to be too happy about us destroying the manor", Trish sighed, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, "He said to be as careful as we could."
Dante snorted, "Careful? We weren't fighting fuzzy kittens in there!", he laughed, "We handled it, right?" he turned to me, his signature, sexy smirk gracing his dirtied features.
I smiled, laughing myself, "He couldn't do it himself so he shouldn't complain." He kept his eyes locked on mine, drawing a little closer to me, reaching out and taking my Bringer into his hand. "Nero", he said softly, "I was, uh" He scratched his head, obviously fighting with if he actually wanted to say it, "I was scared you were gonna…..that demon got you right in the temple with that blade. "
For him to admit that he was scared was a huge, fucking deal. I blushed, rubbing my nose. He made me feel so great. So loved. I stared into his beautiful blues, finding glimpses of what I liked. I did take the opportunity to mess with him though, "Me?? Tsk, tsk Dante. A fetish isn't gonna finish me off."
He rolled his eyes, "Okay, kid. Kick me, why don't ya?", he chuckled and eyed my bringer, "That arm of yours proved pretty damn handy. What the hell happened?"
"I-" I was going to tell him, but there was yelling coming up the hill and a fat, stumpy man in a officer's uniform was walking, make that waddling, towards us. I've always wondered why a lot of policeman are fatasses. What if they need to chase someone? For fuck's sake, do they like donuts that much?
"What in the hell happened!!" he yelled, pointing a stubby finger in the direction on the now ruined manor, "I told you people to git rid of the infestation real careful like! Not ransack everythang and bring it to tha ground!"
Trish gave a deep laugh and threw her cigarette down, stomping it out, "You make awfully high demands for someone who couldn't handle the low lives himself", she was in his face now, "You owe us $250, 000."
"You ain't gittin shit", he spat at her. I kinda wanted to beat the hick out of him and stomp his ass for yelling at my friend that way.
"Listen up, pal", Dane had done that thing where he, pretty much, just shows up behind you. I have to learn that trick. "I suggest ya pay up. And don't talk to her that way. I'll be forced to teach you a lesson."
"I told ya'll to leave the place unharmed!" He spat again, pointing at it like an idiot, "Ye deaf?"
Okay. This was pissing me off. But, Dante handled it. He picked the guy up by his collar, "I don't think ya get it, do you? We were fighting demons in there. Demons. It's not a piece of cake as I'm sure you know. If ya wanted the place still standing, you would've done it yourself, now wouldn't ya?'
The man, Sheriff Jones is what his nametag said, wiggled, trying to get out of Dante's grip. He was obviously astounded that he was being rough-handled.
"Now" Trish stepped up, reaching into the man's pocket, pulling out a huge wad of cash, "I believe this belongs to us now. We'll be out of your hair now", she waved at him, "And your welcome the demons and their hideout are gone."
Dante let him drop to the ground with a thump. He just lay there, his eyes wide and in disbelief. I snickered to myself as we walked back down the hill. "It always makes me laugh when we get clients like that", Trish counted the money, sticking it in her pocket, "Acting like we made a mistake. People can be so arrogant. Especially policemen."
"Tell me about it", Dante sighed. He looked over at me, reaching out and pulling me to walk right beside him, arms around my shoulder, "You did a good job in there, kid. Well, besides getting a scythe to your head, but it happens to everybody sometime." I just laughed, enjoying his warmth on my side. "So", he ran a finger along my Bringer, "What was up with that freaky Trigger in there? That wasn't exactly normal, ya know?"
I pulled out the keepsake, "This did it. It attached to my Bringer and made me Trigger differently", I showed it again, returning it to my pocket as we walked back to the car. People were starting to come out of their houses. They, unlike the Sheriff, were thankful; many of them waving to us and smiling. At least someone was grateful.
"Really?" Dante rubbed at the scruff on his chin, "Where did you say you got that?"
"A good friend gave it to me", I said, putting Blue Rose and Red Queen in the trunk when we reached the car, "His name was Leo. He took me in after I, uh, got caught in the rain one night. He was really kind to me. Before I left to come here, he made me take it. Said I could take care of it better than he could."
Dante looked like he was thinking pretty deeply about it. Did he know Leo or something? Or did he know why the trinket did that? Or was he simply perplexed by that way my Trigger went? I will admit, It was a tad unsettling, but I was still alive and I wasn't missing limbs or anything. I'll be fine, right? Wow, 20 questions. Seriously though….what the fuck was with this thing? Eh, fuck. It's been a long day.
"We'll have to find out what the thing is", He said, placing Alastor and Ivory into the trunk, keeping Ebony with him, "It's demonic. No doubt about that. And I want to know how your friend got it."
"I agree with ya there", I said, moving to get into the car. He caught my hand, pulling me back towards him. He was smiling: a huge, warm smile. "Nero, there's something else we need to figure out. I'm not letting you off that easy."
Okay, This was it. I wasn't going to pussyfoot around anymore. I was so emotionally fucked I was pissing myself off. I stared into his eyes. I had waited so long for this and I wasn't going to fuck it up anymore. Demons and keepsakes later, Dante now. I bit my lip, looking away from him for a minute, "Dante, I need to tell you now", I sighed, returning to his gaze. He smirked at me, pulling me almost onto his, well, jewels, seeing as he was leaning back against the car. I tried not to look for fear I'd get a little too happy If I did.
"I know what it is, Nero" he chuckled, nose nuzzling mine. It was funny seeing such a rough n' tough man act this way, but I loved it. I chuckled too, "I've been beating my self up and fucking myself over, and you know what I wanna say?"
"I do. But", he pulled away, running his hand down the side of my face, "I want to hear you say it. It'll make us both happier. Hey, maybe you'll even stop brooding?" I couldn't argue with him there. I was warming from my head to my toes, not because I wanted his body at the moment, which I did, but because I was overjoyed. This only confirmed what I already knew. Okay, call me stupid for dragging it out so long and overcomplicating it, but that's the way my mind tends to work. I can't really help it. I was blushing, of course, when I brought my face even with his, searching his face, caressing it with my human hand, my heart skipping beats in my chest. Hell, I didn't care that townspeople were now staring at us. I didn't care that I looked like a bitch and I felt like a huge pussy. I loved this man. I love him more than anything. "I love you", I said, staring him directly in his beautiful blues, "I've loved you with every fiber of my being since the day I first met you. I fucking love you, Dante." And then, before he could say anything, I pressed my lips against his. It's amazing how our lips meshed together so nicely, and how his were soft and gentle against mine even as I wanted more. I pulled away, blushing ten times redder than his coat, breathing heavy and looking down at his buckles.
"And why did it take you so long to say it?", he said gently, raising my chin up so he could gaze upon me, "Course, I guess I could've said it sooner, too". He grinned at me as I smiled and blushed even more. I didn't think it was possible to be redder than the clothing Dante wore, but I guess I get the award for it. He lightly pecked my lips, bringing me into his arms, "I love you too, Nero. I was longing for you as soon as I left that fucking city. Never leave me. I need you." I was crying again. But this time, I just didn't fucking care. Why, oh why, had I drug this out. He loved me. Why didn't I let myself see it before? I'm such a twit sometimes. I held on to him as he rubbed circles into my back, chuckling lightly as I cried against his shoulder.
"I've said it once, I'll say it again", Trish was so nice as to butt in on our heartfelt moment, "You boys are gonna kill me one of these days."
I shot her a bird, which may not have been a good idea, and wiped my face and nose before pulling way from Dante's shoulder. I kissed him on the cheek. He laughed, sitting me down and pushing me toward the car door, "Let's go before Trish has a hissy fit. And, uh" He scratched his head, "Nero?"
I cleared my throat and wiped my nose, "Yeah?"
He looked kinda sheepish. Funny. It made him look cute. Not a word to use for him often, but it applied so well. He rubbed his chin again, "Since we've got things figured out, finally", he shoved his hands in his pockets, "Can't believe I'm actually saying this", he smiled sheepishly at me, "I guess that makes us, well…."
I laughed. What a tard, "Boyfriends? Yes. It most certainly does." I sat in the backseat with him, pulling my door shut just as he did. He took my hand, kissing it, "Sorry things weren't the traditional 'let's go out' bullshit. But, this seems more fitting, don't ya think?"
He is too cute. I nodded, grinning at him, "As long as we're together now, starting this relationship officially, even after what has already happened", I stretched, snuggling to his side, "nothing else really matters too much. That's what I think."
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Thank everything holy that I had gotten it over with. I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. And what else? I felt fucking amazing. Life, as it turns out, doesn't suck so bad right now. Fate had not fucked me over. It actually gave me exactly what I wanted.
I laughed at myself. I just felt so great. Dante and I are together now. We're dating. It sounds weird. Especially seeing as it's me and Dante. Oh well. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks. It's what we both want and they can kiss our sexy asses. Ah, he's already rubbing off on me. I turned off the shower, stepping out into our room with only a towel around my waist. We were staying at a fairly nice hotel this time. No icky smells, no blood on the walls, no leftover hair in the shower…..that was good enough for me.
I moseyed over to the bed, laying down and flipping on the t.v. I didn't want to think about anything demonically related right now, including that trinket, unless it was absolutely necessary. I had had my fill of it for today. Anything of the sort could wait till we were back at Devil May Cry.
"Oh, excuse me", Trish's voice cut through the air. Fuck a monkey. I'm only in a towel. I sat upright, pulling the towel closed where it had began to fall open. I blushed slightly, "What?"
"I was just coming to look at that trinket you have", she looked around. So much for me being shy about my nakedness. She was wearing some kind of black, lacey nightgown that was just long enough to cover parts of her I didn't care to see. I will admit, Trish is pretty, but I don't flow that way. She held up her arms, "Where is it?"
"I put it in my bag", I laid back down. If the towel wasn't covering something, it'd just have to be that way. " Dante should be bringing them up now. Can't you wait till we get back to the shop before you mess with it." Okay, so maybe I should be concerned about it. But, I just had some of the best moments ever and I didn't want to interrupt my mood.
She sighed, "Fine", she yawned, "I'm off to my room. We have to be out by noon tomorrow. Don't let Dante sleep any later, please."
I waved my hand at her, "Yeah, yeah."
I heard her sigh and I knew she was shaking her head at me. I know, I know. Me and Dante are a lot alike. I put my arms underneath my head, smiling at the thoughts running through it. I was going to be happier from now on. Being in a relationship with him is the best thing I could ever ask for. Still, I had a small portion of my heart aching for Kyrie. However, I knew she would be happy for me. I could imagine her smiling and giggling. I liked that idea; it soothed my memory. I situated myself in the fluffiness of the hotel bed. I feel great.
"Well, hello there my little mink", Dante's voice came right before I looked up to see him standing directly in front of me. I have to learn that trick! I smirked, "Why, hello. See something you like?" Oh yeah. He certainly did. I could feel his eyes examining every inch of my exposed flesh, enjoying the sight of my toned abs and the slightly exposed 'V' that ran from my hips down. "Oh, yeah. I do see something I like." He basically climbed over top of me, nipping at my neck and planting kisses down to my collarbone. I sighed in pleasure, leaning my head back into the pillows as he paid such lovely attention to my neck.
"You're too damn sexy", he whispered in my ear, lightly nibbling the lobe. I could feel him smile against it. I ran my hand up his sides, settling them on his shoulders. He chuckled that great chuckle of his, kissing my lips so softly. This is gonna sound stupid, but I didn't want to fuck him senseless. I wanted something from him that was deeper. I'd already had him rough. I wanted to make him, or him make me, experience something that showed a gentle, deep passion that I'm sure both of us felt. "What is it, Nero?" He said softly, noticing that I was smiling and idly playing with his hair.
I was going to sound like a woman, which I didn't want to do, but he'd understand. Dante was perfect in my eyes. "Dante", I began, "I, uh, fuck", I wasn't going to say this exactly like I wanted to say it, but I was gonna try my damnedest to, "Dante, I want you."
He smirked, "Uh-huh. Keep going."
"But", I'm pretty sure he caught my drift, "I just want this to be more, well", I focused my attention to the buckle across his well-built chest, sighing at my lack of a better way to say things, "I don't want to be fucked into the mattress, okay?" I blushed heavily, looking back up at his handsome face, "I want it-"
"To mean something", He finished my sentence. His gaze was so full of love that I was surprised. Now, this is going to sound completely fucked up, but even Iwasn't aware he was capable of so much emotion. For me, that's saying something because I always thought he was a softie behind that tough-guy front. It, quite literally, took my breath away. I couldn't say anything. I was, and I hate sounding so damn feminine, speechless.
Dante's warm hand caressed my cheek as I let my arms wrap around him, "That's what I want too", He did? I felt like melting. "You're everything to me. I may not have shown you that yet, but I will. This", he leant down closer to me, "Is a good place to start. He kissed me again, fiery passion and love fueling a deep seeded desire within me. Honestly, I hadn't felt anything to this extent before…..
And it was indescribable.
I was at his mercy. I really was and I didn't fucking care one, single fucking bit. I ran my hands down, not breaking our kiss, and took off his belt, and the buckles that held his shirt to his body, throwing them aside. If it were up to me, he would never wear clothes. I trailed the zipper of the leather shirt down, throwing it to join the belts when I finally got it off. He was in just pants now. Dante is a beautiful man. Every inch of him is nothing but sheer gorgeousness.…..And he's all mine. With my help, he got out of his bothersome pants and hovered over me completely unclothed. My towel was thrown to the side, as well, and I let out a loud sigh as his heated, chiseled body pressed against mine.
He let a sweet laugh escape his lips. "I haven't really done anything yet", he grinned.
I let my Bringer go up to tangle in his hair, twisting the soft strands around my claws, "Then do something." I brought him into a kiss, loving how he just felt so damn good against me. The hand that wasn't supporting his weight trailed up and down my body, feeling my muscles, running over my hardened nipples, and, finally, down lower; his thumb rubbed over the head of my cock, sending a shiver up my spine and I bucked up. I couldn't help but let out a little moan. "Ahhh….Dante." His own erection rubbed against mine, making me want even more. His touches were like fire against my skin. I loved it.
"I love you", he said, pressing against my body more, teasing my entrance with his own needy cock. He was taking this slow, trying to be romantic and oh, he was succeeding. He was already a master as far as I was concerned.
"Mmmm, Dante. Take me now. I need you", I whispered into his ear, wrapping my legs around his waist. I was already sweating. He knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, and he was giving it to me. I pushed against him, wanting more and more as he kissed me, sucking on my bottom lip. And then, as I was sucking in breath from breaking the kiss, he pushed in. I gasped, the sudden intrusion making me grab onto his shoulders with a death-grip.
"Ah…fu-fuck", I squeezed my eyes closed, gritting my teeth. No preparation made it painful as hell.
"You okay?" He asked in a huskier voice, staying there to let me get used to it. I was wrong when I thought I'd still be stretched from the last time. I nodded, "Just move." He slowly pushed in further, his breathing hitching from obvious desire to make me moan beneath him, burying himself till his balls were pressing against me. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. It was becoming nothing but pleasure now and was I purring like a damn kitten, pressing myself against him as I longed for his touch.
"Ah", he lightly chuckled, coming down to nip at my neck again, "Better?"
"Mmmhhmmm", was all I could manage. Dante took it as a yes and starting his pace. It was amazing. His pace was slow, but his thrusts were hard and deep, making me hold to him for dear, sweet life. He moaned himself, the sound so sensual and satisfying to hear; I bit my lip as he brought my hips up to meet him at just the right angle to assault my prostate. He hit it, for fuck's sake, and it sent a spasm through my body and I gripped into his shoulder hard enough for my Bringer's claws to draw blood. He growled at the sensation, thrusting deeper until I moaned his name loud enough to, I'm pretty sure, wake whoever was unlucky enough to be in the next room over. Our bodies were so close and he was being so tentative ,and gentle. I had to pry my eyes open to look at him. He was looking right into mine, his glowing blues gazing right into my soul. I'll admit that, at first, it was a tad awkward fro him to look at me like that while we indulged in each other's bodies. But, I understood now. We weren't just having sex….We were making love.
I didn't care if it sounded stupid, I knew what we were both feeling and it took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting little gasps and moans escape my throat as he continued to assault all of my senses with the motions of his body. It was the best feeling in the world. I swear he didn't even have to touch my cock for me to climax. I was feeling that familiar, hot coil wind itself up in my abdomen as he pushed in and out, his breath teasing, and pleasing, on the sensitive flesh of my neck. "Fuck. I love you Dante", I gasped, throwing my head back as he bit into my neck with fangs. It was odd….I felt this rush of something seem to enter through the bite. However odd, though, it was one of the best sensations I'd ever felt….except for what else he was doing to me, of course.
The coil in my abdomen was winding up so tight that I could barely contain myself, "Oh, Dante", I managed to say over both of our sounds, "I'm…getting…so…close."
He kissed me deeply, bringing a hand up to run down my side, then back up to cup my chin and gaze into my eyes yet again, "Just stay with me", her purred. I could feel his cock pulsating inside me. He was getting close just like me. I was holding back so we could experience gratifying release together. Soon, his thrusts were harder and it drove us both over the edge. My heart felt like it was going to burst of my chest and my lungs weren't functioning at all. I couldn't even scream I came so hard. I arched my back, cumming all over Dante's abs as he climaxed right with me. Unlike me, though, he half screamed, half growled, his eyes going red as his seed coated my insides. I saw him through half lidded eyes, his beautiful face contorted in pleasure and damn, I fucking loved the sight.
I panted heavily and he laid on top of men doing the same. His head was on my chest; it made me feel so loved. Now, this is gonna sound fucking feminine, but it choked me a little. I simply ran my hand through his white locks, kissing his head and sighing pleasurably. I had just made love with the best, most beautiful, caring, loving, hunk of a man in the whole fucking universe.
Dante raised his head. He looked so tired it was cute. He lifted himself up, making his way to my lips and pressed his against mine. "How was that, love?"
I breathed out a slight laugh, adoring the fact he called me love, "Are you serious?", I shook my head and nuzzled his neck, "That was the best thing I've ever experienced. I love you Dante." I kissed him, one more time, and he pulled himself away and plopped down beside me. I rolled over and, after cleaning him and myself off, snuggled into his side. He held me tight. He was warm and hard, making soft grunts as sleep threatened to take him. I was tired myself. It felt like every ounce of energy had shot out of my dick. That had to be, by far, the best orgasm I'd ever had. "Oh shit, Nero", he pulled my as close to him as he could, making my bury my face in his chest when he moved, "That was the best orgasm I've ever had. Trust me, I'm not just saying that. I'm fucking exhausted."
"We're you reading my thoughts?", I yawned.
He laughed lazily, "I wish I could so that", he made another one of those grunts, "Damn."
I let my eyelids droop, "I love you so much Dante."
Dante, my lover, encompassed me with his muscled arms and lightly pecked my forehead. In his arms, I felt everything wrong with the world melt away. "I love you too, Nero. You're my everything."
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I didn't want get up from bed, or leave the hotel. I wanted last night to last forever. But, If I did that, there wouldn't be any room for new experiences with my lover. I smiled at the thought. Lover. Boyfriend. Dante.
We had stopped for breakfast and after that it was right back on the road to make our way back to Devil May Cry. Many times in my life I had said that fate always wants to fuck me over and leave me for dead. Well, I hate to say this, but there was a feeling of that in my heart right now. After everything good that had happened, it was just too much to think nothing bad was on the horizon. I know, I know. I'm a stupid emo boy. The way I think is logical, though. I mean, life isn't rainbows and butterflies.
However, fate has given me s great gift at the moment and I'm not gonna let my brooding mind ruin it. I'm happy, damn it. Fucking happy.
I entwined my fingers with Dante's as we sat in the backseat and awaited our arrival at the shop. He tightened his fingers, rubbing the finger of his other hand over our entwined ones. God I fucking love him.
"What the fuck?" Trish said from the font seat. Dante and I both leaned forward, trying to see what she was talking about. She parked the car in front of the shop, getting out before Dante and I and stared at the door.
"What is it…oh." Dante got out, stopping right in front of me as he saw it, too. I almost didn't want to look. But, I stepped out from behind him and gasped at the front of the shop. It was completely covered in blood and bits of body parts. It was fucking gross and smelt like shit had taken a shit on it. I wanted to vomit.
"Who the hell did this?" Trish shook her head, frowning and walking forward.
"Look", I noticed something in the blood, plastered right to the door. It was an emblem of some sort.
Dante reached out and took it, only to have it melt in his grasp and disappear. He still looked perplexed, though. "What is it?" I asked him.
"36 lions and a ring of evil", He said. I had no fucking clue what he was talking about. "Where's that keepsake, Nero."
"In the car" I went to the car, grabbed out bags from the trunk, and pulled the trinket from the bag. I was flashing dully. "What th-"
"As I thought", Dante sighed, "You know what this is, right?" He questioned Trish.
She cleared her throat, "Ipos, The Prince. Great fucking timing he has."
"What the hell are you two talking about?", I stared at Dante in particular, wondering what that Ipos was and why it was so damn important. "Tell me what's going on!"
He came to me, laying hands on my shoulders and looking at me straight on, "We need to get in touch with your friend", he motioned toward the filth and blood that covered the front of Devil May Cry, "This is the work on one powerful, ruthless, resurrected demon." He looked at Leo's keepsake, grunting, "That right there has to be some kind of indicator….or something. Hell, I don't even know", he shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, "How do we reach the person that gave this to you?"
I shook my head, "I don't know. He's back in Fortuna."
"Looks like we're going to Fortuna…..again."
"Wait! What?!" What the hell was going on? I needed to know. Wow, how fucking fantastic this is. Looks like fate just might fuck me over anyway. I told myself to calm down, don't panic…..but I was anyway. My voice made that stupid, fucking whiney sound, "Dante!"
He pressed a finger to my lips, "Calm down, love", his words helped, "I'll explain everything. Just help us wash this shit off and we'll go inside and talk." He kissed my forehead and rubbed the sides of my arms.
Fuck. That's all I can say. Fuck.
