The cold whipped around the trees as the forest grew quiet. She meandered her way through the empty street as the sun began to rise. Now, where was that shop…?
She sighed; unbelievably peeved that she had lost the boy's location after he collapsed in that church. That damned hybrid demon hunter. He'd pay for ruining her plans. She stopped, suddenly collapsing in pain as her human form began its stages of decay. She'd have to find another 'donor', and quickly. Smirking, she flipped her long, ebony hair over one shoulder. Yes, she'd have to find a donor, and a pretty one at that.

Dante rolled lazily out of bed, shoving the covers to the floor. He stretched and yawned, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Sunlight beamed down heavily through the slatted windows in the room, covering everything in a warm, hazy glow. Dante shrugged out of his sleep pants, and stood beneath the warm beams of the afternoon. Warmth stretched its lazy arms across the hunter's now completely exposed body as he searched in his dresser for something to wear. Deciding on a pair of black silk boxers along with stylish red jeans, he pushed the dresser closed with one hip. Dante took the clothes up into his arms, and walked out of his bedroom. He stood, for one moment, gazing at the young man completely sprawled across his couch. The hunter laughed, a small puff of air leaving his nose.

"Ah, even cuter when you're asleep," he remarked, and then leisurely strode into the bathroom. Dante sighed as his eyes fell upon the dirty clothes now littering his bathroom floor. Didn't he just straighten this mess up last night? He shook his head and bent to pick all of the younger's discarded clothing. Dante noted that the pants were unsalvageable, with tears across both knees and one along the length of one thigh. He tossed them into the bin across the room, and picked up the younger's underwear smirking. Maybe he could have some fun this morning.

Nero awoke in the most awkward position he had ever slept in. His legs were bent over the top of the couch, and his head was crammed against his left forearm. Nero yawned and rubbed his eyes against the sunlight painting the room. Regardless of how he awoke, he certainly had the best sleep of his life on this couch. The teen slid his legs down and managed himself into a sitting position, a smile spreading lazily across his face. He definitely wouldn't mind feeling this relaxed more often. He looked up as Dante paraded down the stairs, a small article of clothing in his hands. Nero blanched as he realized that the elder hunter was holding the younger's boxers above his head. Dante laughed as he caught the sight on the kid's face.

"And what," he said, stretching the fabric in front of his face, "do we have here?" Nero bolted from the couch and ran at the man who was so brazenly displaying the younger's unmentionables. He collided with Dante, and jumped to reach the item that the hunter was now swinging above his head.

"Hey, give 'em back!" Nero shouted, a blush decorating his cheeks.

"Aw, now, that's not fair," Dante pouted, holding the article of clothing even higher above his head. "You made me pick up after you, and now I can't even have a little fun with my findings?" The feeling of victory rose in Nero's chest as he jumped and successfully caught hold of the fabric. He tugged, attempting to pull it free of the man's grasp, and Dante simply laughed.

"Okay, you want 'em?" The elder questioned, releasing the fabric just as Nero tugged on it sending him flailing to the floor. "Then you can have them, ha!" He broke into fits of laughter as the teen landed on the floor, underwear landing on his face. Nero sat up, anger and embarrassment flushing through his chest and face. He launched himself at the elder hunter, slamming their torsos together. Dante smirked, and in one movement pinned the younger to the wall. Nero blushed uncontrollably as the hunter pinned him to the wall by his hips.

"H-hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Nero choked out as Dante began lazily running his nose up the younger's neck. The teen noticed that the hunter was dressed only in jeans as his naked torso pushed against Nero's body. He could feel the heat radiating off of the man's body through the tears in his shirt, sending him into another blushing fit.

"Hm," Dante purred, "you're awfully tempting in that torn up shirt, kid. And you're wearing my pants," He darkly chuckled as Nero squirmed beneath his body. The hunter ran his hand along the waistband of the younger's sleep pants, gently tugging them down.

"I can't help but wonder," the hunter breathed as he pressed his lips into the teen's neck, making him shudder, "are you wearing my underwear too…?" Nero could feel heat blossoming across his stomach and he pinched his eyes shut, remembering his tryst in the shower earlier in the morning. He pushed both hands against the elder's chest, but couldn't make him budge an inch. The heat from his body was intense, and so were the feelings running through Nero's chest and stomach. He was angry; angry at Dante for being so forward and embarrassing him. He was also angry at himself for enjoying what was going on. He couldn't let Dante win. As the hunter's lips began traveling up his neck, Nero slammed both his human and demon arm against the other man's chest, sending him flying backward. Dante landed gracefully on his feet, and he stared at the teen in confusion.

"What's a matter?" he asked, playfully sauntering over toward Nero. Nero glared daggers at the older hunter, and broke out into a rant.
"'What's the matter?' You're seriously asking me what the fuck is wrong?" Nero raged. "Well, let's see, maybe it's the fact that I can barely remember anything, let alone you, and you're trying to make a move on me!" He continued as the elder's face fell. Nero could feel angry tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

"Or, maybe it's the fact that you paraded around with my underwear, and decided to be a dick about it when I asked for them back!" He hated this. The final reason he refused to say out loud, but it was the fact that he simply didn't want Dante's hands on him. After his fallout with Kyrie, the teen really didn't want to go down that road again, and he also didn't want to be someone's 'friend with benefits.' Nero was tired of feeling like a bundle of emotions, and though it had only been barely two days that he was staying with Dante, they were days filled with emotion and confusion. More than anything, Nero was just tired.

"Alright," Dante caved "relax, it'll be okay. I'm sorry, kay?" His apology wasn't very convincing, and Nero was about to bubble over with rage again, until a knock sounded at the front door. Both hunters' heads whipped toward the noise, and Dante's brow furrowed with confusion. Who could be disturbing this oh-so-interesting moment?

Dante swung the door open to reveal a woman. Her hair was coppery red, shining in the sunlight, and she was all smiles as her eyes fell on the elder hunter.

"Um, hi." She stuttered awkwardly. Dante simply smirked, and Nero could feel gentle tugs of annoyance at the back of his mind. The girl shifted as she caught sight of Nero's stare.

"You're Dante, the demon hunter, right?" her sickly sweet voice rang clear. Dante chuckled, and leaned on one hip.

"The one and only, baby." The girl blushed a deep red, and Nero snorted. He couldn't help but wish that, at this moment, the elder hunter was more appropriately clothed. Nero suddenly realized that he was still clutching his underwear in one fist, and in a swift movement he slid his arm behind his back. Dante and the girl continued to chatter, so Nero decided that he'd go upstairs and dispose of his dirty boxers. The teen began to make his way up the stairs, until the girl giggled making Nero take the stairs two at a time to get away from this sickening display of fangirl affection. Reaching the top of the stairs, the younger could still hear the conversation (mostly giggling) going on below. Nero ducked into the room nearest to him to escape the god-awful noise of the girl's voice. He sighed, closing the door behind him, and effectively shutting out the sound of the girl's voice. Nero frowned at his reaction to all of this. Why was he so annoyed anyway?

Maybe it's the fact that he was flirting with you just seconds before she appeared, and his attention suddenly shifted.

Nero sighed and leaned against the door. Why was this so complicated? Why did he feel so complicated over everything? The collar suddenly rested heavily on his neck and he sighed, turning back to the room behind him. He stopped short as he realized that he just shut himself up in the worst room possible: Dante's room. Nero pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. Boy, was he having a rough start to this day.

And if Dante would have had his way, it would have been a very rough start.

Nero's inner demon purred at him, and he couldn't help but blush. He was still opposed to Dante taking advantage of him, but a few thoughts couldn't hurt. The teen tensed as he could hear the front door shut, and he quickly shoved his underwear in Dante's hamper. Walking back to the door, he noticed the blankets thrown messily on the floor. Nero groaned. He hated messes, and honestly, a messy room was the only thing that bothered him to the extreme. Sighing, he bent to gather the blanket in his arms. The teen tossed them onto the bed, and began to smooth the fabric out across the mattress.

As he worked, he couldn't help but notice how Dante's smell surrounded him. It was heavy, and spicy, almost like cinnamon. Nero forced himself to focus his mind and keep working, smoothing out each corner of the blankets until not a single wrinkle was left over. He took a step back, proud of his work. As he examined the blanket for any remaining wrinkles, his eyes fell on a peculiar stain settled on the edges of the black fabric. He blushed as he thought of what it could be, and backed away toward the door. He turned, and his body collided with something solid.

Nero's eyes widened as his eyes met two identical, fiery, blue orbs. Dante smirked, and as quietly as he entered the room, he shut the door. Nero could feel himself pale as the elder hunter began to move toward him with slow, deliberate strides.

"Now that I have you where I want you, where were we?"

Okay, here's a quick update of how I'll be updating the chapters from this point on. A new chapter should be posted every weekend. If not, then every other weekend. Unforunately, now that school has started back up, I won't be able to update this fanfic as often as I'd like to. So, I'll try my hardest to update every weekend =). I hope you've enjoyed this addition, and I hope you all continue to read and enjoy further chapters! Thank you for being so understanding, lovelies~.

~LuluLoveless