Chapter 9- Mood Ring
Nero's eyes were shut tight, mouth slack as he snored softly and muttered unintelligibly in his sleep. The elder smiled down on him, brushing hair from his forehead and kissing his pale cheek….then he remembered what day it was. 'Oh god, how the fuck could I forget that?' He scooted backwards off the bed and strode silently downstairs, picking up the desk phone with a sigh. Dante dialed quickly before his mind changed and he held his breath when a low click alerted him on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Hey Trish…it's Dante."
"………………………………." A long, awkward pause set in his ears and he grimaced slightly. "Dante? Why are you calling me? Is Nero okay over there?"
The elder scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "Yeah the kid's fine, he's sleeping upstairs."
"Oh, then what do you want?"
"Kh, nice to talk to you too." He snorted, sitting back in the leather chair. "I kinda forgot about today…"
Another pause… "You forgot its Christmas?" He grunted in response. "Ugh…what do you want me to do about it?"
"I need food over here! There's nothing but moldy pizza and I want the kid to have at least one good time here." He admitted it blindly and blushed when Trish giggled.
"Aw, well aren't you sweet? Fine, I'll bring some stuff over for you guys since I'll be in town anyway…what did you get Nero?" He was silent. "You didn't get him anything?!"
"I told you I forgot!" He grimaced and held the phone away from his ear with a scowl.
"Well, go get him something before he remembers. I'll be there at four." They hung up and Dante checked the clock, it was nearly 2:30 pm and he had no idea what the kid would want. With a great sigh he headed upstairs, startled when the bathroom door opened and Nero stepped out rubbing a hand over his damp face.
"Hey, who was on the phone?" He asked, eyes droopy with sleep.
"I got a mission up north." He stalked quickly to the bedroom and began dressing, quickly forming an idea that he would go to the mall and find something there.
Nero sat on the edge of the bed and raised an eyebrow. "You need help?"
Dante shook his head, keeping his eyes from Nero as he lied through his teeth. "Naw, just a few scarecrows, no problem." The teen seemed to sigh and stood from the bed, clasping the buckles and smoothing his palms over the leather.
"Okay just…be careful." Dante snickered at him and placed a chaste kiss on the petal soft lips.
"I'll be fine kid; don't get your panties in a bunch." Nero followed him downstairs and said goodbye, moving to the kitchen and brewing a pot of coffee.
***
Twenty minutes later the elder was striding through a strip mall, hands shoved in his pockets as he window shopped. Nothing seemed good enough. Nothing was good enough for Nero… He sighed, pausing in front of an electronics store and staring through the glass.
"Anything I can help you with?" He looked to his right where a young woman with a name tag stood, smiling with clasped hands.
"Oh uh, just trying to figure out a gift." He gestured to the store and she led him in side by the arm, bringing him to the wall of laptops.
"For your wife or girlfriend?" She asked, a certain keen interest in her eye that Dante didn't like.
He snorted and inspected an I-Pod on a shelf nearby. "Nope, no girls."
"Oh!" She grinned and took a step closer to him. "So who's it for? I mean uh…what kind of stuff does your friend like?"
Dante thought for a moment and scratched at the back of his head. "He's not flashy… Real sweet kid. He likes just spending time with me." The slayer smiled and it clicked. "I know what I want."
***
Thirty minutes later Dante was whistling as he strolled along the center of the mall towards the door. A small white bag hung from his right wrist as he climbed on the bike and sped home. He tucked the bag away in his jacket and strode inside. "Nero, you here babe?" No answer but there was a small note on the desk beside the phone. It was in Nero's messy scrawl but Dante smiled at it anyway.
Te,
Got a call about some demons in Nortshire.
Just some lusts trying to get around, I'll be back around five.
Love you,
Nero
He smirked and left the note where it was, slightly relieved he had time to wrap and set everything up. Dante glanced at the clock, it was 3:45 and Trish would be there in fifteen minutes. He dug through the closet up stairs, pulling out a scroll of wrapping paper that hadn't seen the light of day in years. The slayer planted him self in the middle of the floor, leaning against his desk with wrapping paper, scissors, and tape in front of him. The gift sat on a small square of paper and Dante stared at it with one eyebrow raised as if expecting it to fold it self.
The door creaked and a black stiletto heel clacked its way in. "Having a silent conversation there, Dante?"
He sighed and pulled the paper over the box, taping it securely. "Yeah…I don't know if he'll like it or not." He eyed her for a moment, placing a plain white envelope in his desk drawer.
"Nero's a good kid, he'll like it because you got it for him." She dropped a few grocery bags on the desk and watched as Dante skillfully wrapped the present, making it a neat little box. "Where's the tree?"
"I didn't get one."
"Not even a fake one?" Dante shook his head and stood. "Jesus Christ, do I have to do everything around here?" He shrugged and pulled everything out of the bags. "Look, I'll take care of your dinner, you go get a tree okay?"
He smirked and for the first time, in a long time and with out being shot…he gave her a hug. "Thanks Trish."
She patted his back and nodded. "Yeah yeah you owe me. Now get going." Trish shoved him towards the door and Dante smirked, pulling his red leather coat on and climbing into his Mustang.
***
It took him nearly an hour to find a farm that still had trees, tie one up and drive it back to Devil May Cry on the top of his car. Dante unloaded the tree with ease and tugged it through the wide door way, setting it up beside the living room. "Nero back yet?" Trish shook her head and went back to the kitchen as the elder dug around in his ancient closet again and piled ornaments and lights beside the tree.
"Dinner is done, you just have to plate it and pour the wine which is cooling in a bucket." She kissed his cheek and smiled. "Enjoy yourself tonight Dante…that kid's a prize." Trish glanced about the room, eyes stopping on the nine foot tree. "You're not decorating it?"
He shrugged and played with Nero's gift. "I thought I'd wait for the kid; figured he'd wanna help." She smirked and nodded, pulling a coat on and heading out. The elder darted up stairs, and dressed quickly, smoothing his hair and tightening the belt around his waist. Dante rushed to the kitchen, plating everything as boots thudded on dull wood just beyond the door. He smiled and strode into the reception as the knob twisted and the door opened.
***
Nero shook his hair out and moved up the steps, clutching a tiny black bag in one hand as he opened the door. Dante smiled at him from the center of the room, clad in a silken red shirt and black pinstripe dress slacks. His shiny leather dress shoes moved soundlessly across the floor as his hands slipped the teen's coat from his shoulders. He noticed the black bag and raised an eyebrow, Nero bit his lip. "No demons…I went shopping for your Christmas present."
Dante began to laugh. "Wow, great minds think alike."
The teen's nose twitched and his mouth watered. "I hope you didn't make dessert. I picked something up while you were out."
"You're something else kid." He led Nero to the couch, placing a soft kiss on his younger lover's lips. "Stay here, I'll be right back." The teen sighed and stripped his hoodie off, glancing at the tiny red box on Dante's desk and the tree with decorations sitting beside it. He smiled and kicked his boots into a corner, relaxing on the couch in jeans and a wife beater. The kitchen door swung open and Dante backed into the room balancing two plates on his left forearm whilst his other was occupied with wine glasses. "Mind taking that?" He asked, standing sideways with a bottle of Château Pinion sticking out of the large pocket of his slacks.
"Wow…" Nero sighed and uncorked the bottle, pouring them each a glass. "You really went all out for this."
Dante blushed and handed a hot plate to the teen. "I can't take credit for the food that was all Trish."
Nero smirked and leant forward, licking at the elder's bottom lip with his split tongue. "You're still amazing." He pulled back and cut up a piece of chicken as Dante grinned.
***
"You served it, just let me take the dishes into the kitchen." Dante glared at him momentarily but relented and sipped at his wine, laying his head against the back rest and sighing. The slayer felt something shift between his open knees and cracked his eyes open. Nero stood between his legs and ran a hand through the elder's hair. "Tree?" Dante nodded and stood, placing a warm kiss on the teen's neck as his hands massaged the slim waist. "C'mon, we'll have time for that later." Nero tugged Dante to the tree with a grunt and opened a few boxes of lights, stringing them in zig zags around all sides.
"Hand me that devil will ya?" Dante was balanced on the arm of the leather chair, stretching for the top of the tree.
Nero snickered and handed him the tiny red devil attached to a coil. "A devil instead if an angel? Creative Dante." The elder smirked and placed it on the top, the tree was now decorated with four strings of colored lights, and god knows how many glass bulbs and a tiny red devil. He stepped down from the chair and shook hair from his eyes. Nero turned to him, eyes glittering in the colorful but dim light. "Presents and dessert?"
"Sure kid." Nero darted up stairs, taking the black bag with him as Dante picked up his own tiny red box and strode to the window. Wind began to pick up outside and soft white specks began to dot the window. He smiled outside, eyes glazing over at the thought of his young lover upstairs. Feet pattered down the stairs and he turned his gaze on Nero who was now clad in a deep crimson robe. The elder smirked and wrapped one arm around his waist. "As much as I like red, you look damn good in it."
"Glad you think so." Nero grinned mischievously and brought Dante to the couch, sitting down on the table before him and setting a palm sized black box on his knee. "Open it."
Dante smiled and held it in his hand, raising an eyebrow at his robe clad prize. "The fact you got me a present…it's sweet."
The teen rubbed his nose in embarrassment and stared at the floor. "Just open it before I punch you in the goddamn face." Dante smirked and pulled the lid off the box, the smile falling from his face as his eyes widened. It was silent a moment and the elder hadn't moved; Nero became nervous and his face flushed. "I-if you don't like it I can take it back…"
Their eyes met but Dante was speechless. He gently lifted the silver chain bracelet from the box and inspected the gold plate where a rose was engraved in rolling script. "When…" He held it up to the light and let the box drop to the ground.
"I called it in a couple days ago and picked it up today." Nero's voice was husky. "You don't have to wear it if-"
"Help me put it on." Dante held his hand out as the younger man clasped the chain snugly around his wrist. He caught a glitter of metal on Nero's left wrist and held it up. The teen had his own matching bracelet in gold with a silver plate,the same rose face a different direction was engraved on the front. "Thank you." He leant forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Nero's shoulders, kissing at the skin of his neck and exposed shoulder. He tugged at the terry cloth belt but Nero gently pushed his hand away with a smirk, the scales of his Bringer glowing softly. "Your present seems stupid compared to this." The elder scoffed staring with disdain at the red box.
"Dante," Two fingers touched his chin and pulled his face up. "I'll love anything from you." The elder grumbled something under his breath and handed the box to Nero who eagerly tore it open.
"Just figured you'd rather have pictures of us out of the country then some random shit." The teen turned it on and clicked a quick picture of Dante, smirking at the screen. "I didn't know what color so I just got black." Nero grinned at him, holding the digital camera in his Bringer and promptly glomping the elder.
"Thank you." He planted butterfly kisses all over Dante's face, said man giggling like a twelve year old girl with a crush. "I love it….wait, what do you mean 'out of the country'?"
The elder nodded and jabbed a thumb at the desk. "Should be an envelope in there. You wanna grab it?"
With a suspicious look, Nero strode to the desk and tugged the drawer open to find a white envelope sitting quietly on top. He plucked it from the pile and tore the top open with one slice of his clawed hand. Nero gasped as Dante grinned ear to ear and tugged the boy into his lap. "Dante…" He murmured, staring at the papers in his hand. "These are tickets to Grenada." With a blush over his cheeks and a mile wide smile, he stood and granted the elder permission t undress him after placing the present on the table.
Dante's hands tugged at the belt, loosening the robe and letting it fall open. He smirked appreciatively at the red candied thong and crimson bowtie Nero wore beneath the robe. "Dessert?" Nero nodded, fingers threading through the elder's hair as Dante leant forward and licked at the thong. He smirked and pulled back, "Strawberry." He continued running his hands over tight abs and slim hips, tugging Nero into his lap. Knees straddled his hips and peach tinted lips traced his jaw. Nero shivered, goosebumps appearing on his pale skin as his slitted eyes dilated. Dante pushed the robe to the floor, running his hands over the teen's bare back and licking over a pert nipple. Nero arched into his mouth, clutching Dante's head in the grip of his human hand. Claws dragged over the elder's back, slitting the silken shirt in multiple spots. "You're buyin' me a new one."
"Yes sir." He purred, grinding his hips into Dante's and earning a low moan from the slayer. BRRRING BRRRING The elder sighed but Nero pushed against his shoulder and shook his head. "Let it ring." Dante grinned and pulled his lover down, tongues battling sweetly as body heat began to rise and their erections grew firm. The phone stopped ringing and they let out satisfied sighs. Nero's hands snaked down the now open shirt and he tugged at Dante's belt, opening it slowly as he slid to his knees on the floor.
"What are you doing?" Dante eyed him as Nero leant forward between his thighs, gripping the zipper with his teeth and pulling it down slowly. The elder moaned again as hot breath washed over his abdomen and Nero pulled his slacks to the floor, bringing his boxers with them. BRRRING BRRRING Nero growled, glancing between a half naked Dante and the phone. He stood, striding quickly to the desk and ripping the cord from the wall. "Couldn't have done it better myself." He smirked as the teen knelt between his legs and dragged claws over his thigh leaving red trails. Dante pushed his own shirt off, tossing the poor shredded bastard to the corner.
Nero slid his tongue along the throbbing vein of Dante's cock, sucking lightly on the head as if it were a glistening lollipop. His hand massaged the sac as his mouth engulfed Dante's erection and hummed around it. The elder moaned hotly, threading his finger's through Nero's hair and tugging. He pulled the wet heat further, trying to violently fuck Nero's mouth, but the boy would have none of it. Nero gripped the elder's hips firmly and held him to the couch, preventing himself from being suffocated or choked.
He moaned, chest heaving with heavy panting as his hands tugged on Nero's hair. 'No, no I can't cum yet..make this last!' His head was thrown back into the couch as a coil in his stomach turned hotly. Again, he tugged at Nero's head but backwards this time, pulling the youth from his dick.
Nero's eyes were heavily lidded in lust as he gazed at Dante between the elder's thighs. He stood, bringing Dante's face forward. Said man snagged at the candied thong with his teeth and pulled it away, snacking on the strawberry licorice as the rest of it fell away to the floor. Nero straddled his hips again and pulled Dante forward into a hungry kiss. His lips trailed to the slayer's ear and he bit down, humming against the skin. "Fuck me."
Dante didn't have to be told twice and he gripped Nero's hips roughly, pulling the teen over his lap and down slowly on his cock. He watched Nero's eyes close as he winced and bit down hard on his lip. The elder brushed his fingers over pale cheeks and Nero opened his eyes. "You okay?"
"I'm not made of glass Dante, fuck me like a man." With that he lifted himself from Dante's lap until only the head was engulfed, and he fell down. The elder threw his head back in a low moan and clenched his jaw.
"I'll show you a man." He growled possessively and flipped Nero onto his back, they landed on the floor with a hard thud. The teen groaned beneath him and shifted his lips as his calves wrapped tightly around Dante's lower back. The elder buried his face in Nero's neck and braced himself with one forearm on the floor. His free hand moved between them and gripped the teen's weeping erection, tugging tightly.
They began to move in rhythm, sweat slicked bodies glistening in the dull glow of the tree's lights. Dante pounded into the velvet heat fiercely, shuddering as the boy's walls clamped tightly around him. "Dan-te." Nero stuttered, sinking his teeth into the elder's shoulder and digging his claws into the taught back. Red streaks followed in the wake of his nails and stained the floor beneath them; neither hunter noticed.
"So good…" Dante murmured his hips now out of rhythm as the rest of his body jerked and convulsed. He wanted Nero to come first, to see the beauty of his angelic face in raw emotion. "N-Nero…cum now."
The teen obeyed, letting his ass clench tightly around Dante's erection as cum shot from his glistening head. It coated their abdomens and part of the elder's hand as he stared at Nero's face, holding back his own hot coil of lust. Nero's soft lips parted in a gasp and his eyes screwed shut tightly as his back arched him into the elder's chest. Sweat dripped down his forehead and his cheeks flushed a wild cherry color as his nails dug into Dante's back.
He let himself go, jetting hot semen into the boy beneath him. It spilled around them and dripped to the floor; Dante gasped wildly and slumped over boneless. Nero sighed as his breathing evened out and his hands ran loosely along the hot skin of Dante's back.
"Dante?" The teen lifted his lover's face, staring him in the eye with a small smile. "I love you too."
He smiled, eyes glistening with new excitement as his head lowered and they shared a slow kiss, tongues dancing languidly. Dante's mouth pressed to Nero's jaw and he sighed, closing his eyes. "Merry Christmas kid."
***
Nero sighed and rolled over, his hand feeling around on the bed for the warm bo- oh there he is. The teen cracked an eye and smirked, but something brushed against the back of his leg and it wasn't Dante. He ignored it and stretched, rolling from the bed when he noticed something that shouldn't be on his body.
***
When Dante woke up he was alone and the kid's side of the bed was cold as if he had been gone for hours. The elder level a brow and stood, pulling on a pair of boxers and stumbling towards the bathroom. He tugged at the door but it didn't open, he growled. "Nero, let me in."
"No!" There was a shout and something banged loudly around.
He glared at the closed door. "Kid, I gotta piss."
"Go downstairs and do it!" His muffled voice sounded pained and Dante really did have to pee. He raced downstairs, relieving him before darting back up to the closed bathroom.
"Nero," His voice was firm as he placed a flat palm on the wooden door, prepared to break it down. "I want you to open the door."
There was a clatter of what sounded like metal, a muffled cry, then a slick sound of liquid. "I-I don't want to." He stuttered, voice shaking too much for Dante's liking.
Now he was worried and clenched his jaw tightly, curling a fist against the grainy wood. "Nero, I swear to fuck if you don't open this door I'll break it down." It was a threat and a promise, one that Nero knew he would come through with. There was shuffling on the other side of the door, then a soft click of the door being unlocked and more shuffling. 'Finally…' He sighed internally and braced himself, turning the knob of the door and pushing it open. Dante's eyes widened as they shot first to the bloody floor then to Nero who had wrapped himself in the crimson robe from yesterday. Bloody hand prints were smeared on the now cracked mirror and the counter, puddles of the dark liquid adorned the floor. "Oh god…what the fuck happened?" His orbs landed on Nero who crouched on the floor, holding the robe tightly to his frame.
The boy shivered, shaking crimson dipped hair from his eyes as he reluctantly let go of the robe and turned around. "I-I think that poison changed me, Dante." Tears fell from his eyes as Dante's eyes scanned his mutilated back. The boy's spine protruded from his skin now, radiating colors between deep blue, red and purple. A thick, serpentine tail had sprouted from the base of his protruberated spine, glowing blue plates between thick red crevices…it looked just like his arm. All the blood had come from Nero's back where he tried to saw the tail off and cut the thick bone out from his back.
"Jesus…"
"There's more, Dante." He turned back to face the elder, a 'scared-shitless' expression written on his features. The elder bit his lip to keep his jaw from dropping as he stared at the boy's well muscled chest. His wound from the knife had turned an angry red and scales were now growing from it; they spread like wild fire as he watched. "NO!" Nero shrieked as they grew further down his frame and began to engulf his left peck. Before Dante realized what was happening, the boy grabbed his bloodied knife from the counter and dug it deep under the scales, trying desperately to pry them up with a scream of pain.
"Nero! Stop!" The elder lunged, grabbing the knife away to toss it to the floor as he threw his arms around Nero. "You can't do this to yourself!" He shook the teen roughly, smacking Nero across the face…it worked though it was violent. Said kid bit his lip,red tears trailing down his pale cheeks from slitted eyes.
His grip loosened as Nero slid to the floor and sobbed loudly, ashamed of himself for being so weak. "I…I don't w-wan-t to live li-ke thi-is…" He wept, hands coming up to cover his face as the multicolored scales spread slowly to his left arm and down his ribs. "I want them off!" He shouted, digging the claws of his frantically glowing Bringer under the plated scales and tearing them up.
"NO!" Dante slapped him roughly again, pinning Nero to the floor with his hips, holding the kid's wrists above his head. "Everything's gonna be fine, okay? We'll find a way to fix this."
Nero's face turned from defeat to anger in seconds as he hissed, literally, at Dante. "That's easy for you to say! You're not a fucking freak!" He sobbed again, feeling the cold scales trailing up his neck and under his jaw. "D-don't tell me it's gon-na be ok-okay…" He bit his lip, Dante sighing in frustration as he held tighter to the boy.
"Nero, what are you so afraid of?" As far as he could see there was no damage…the boy had merely been transformed. Even if there was no way to get rid of the tail or fix his fucked up spine, the kid was alive and possibly a better hunter for the changes.
His lip trembled as his teeth released it. "You're gonna leave me." He mumbled softly, looking away as the scales flowed up his jaw and onto his cheek. His lips turned a navy blue, matching the dark colour of the scales.
"Ah, Nero…" He shook his head, letting go of the youth's wrists to stroke his thumb along Nero's bottom lip and jaw. The scales were cool and smooth to the touch, just as soft as the boy's pale skin that seemed to be quickly disappearing. "How could I ever leave you?"
The anger was back in his eyes as they shot up to the elder's face; his tongue darted out to test the air. "Did you hear me?!" He hissed again, baring the fangs he had recently acquired. "I'm a freak…as if my goddamn arm wasn't enough!"
His hands held firmly to both sides of Nero's jaw, staring him square in the eye. "I love you, Nero. Some scales aren't going to change that…I won't leave if you won't." Nero eased off and relaxed against the floor, blinking as scales covered his eye lids. "Now…are you ready to figure out what the fuck is going on?"With a wistful glance at the bloodied floor Nero nodded and Dante helped him up.
They made their way down stairs, Nero slumping into the couch with an odd his as he pulled his tail our from under him. It wrapped protectively around his waist as his tongue darted out again. Dante picked up the phone and quickly dialed, pinching the bridge of his nose as low voice answered. "Hello?"
"Trish, it's Dante."
A loud sigh and a voice in the background begged her to come back to bed. "What the fuck is it now, Dante?!" she screeched and Nero lifted a brow, hearing her voice from the couch.
"Something's happened to Nero."
***
An hour later nearly every piece of creamy skin was covered in scales and the door creaked open. Both Trish and Lady stepped in, eyes widening as they gaped at the snake-boy. "Oh my god…" Nero glared at Lady and she instantly blushed a dark color sitting in front of him on the coffee table. "I'm sorry."
"I brought my books." Trish sprawled them across the floor and crouched down, everyone taking two and flipping the ancient texts open.
***
An hour and many beers on Dante's part, later, Trish pointed excitedly at her book. "I found something!" They crowded around her but Nero sighed and rubbed at his eyes.
"I don't read Latin!"
"Calm down, hun." Lady rubbed his back and lay her head on his cold shoulder. "Trish will read it out loud, right?"
The blond nodded and cleared her throat. "It's called, Mutatio of Snake Deus , roughly translated as Transformation of the Snake God. It says here that the snake god, Damballa, will choose his new form and transform it to fit his needs. The body must be physically perfect and the mind must be open and freed. The chosen one will be able to shape shift to a certain extent and an extreme feeling of wisdom, intelligence and wind will-"
"Wind?!" Nero exclaimed, staring at her with one cocked eyebrow.
She glared at the interruption and nodded. "You'll be able to control wind…what that has to do with snakes I have no idea."
Lady grinned, "I do. Check this out." She flipped open her laptop, typing in Quetzalcoatl. "This is the plumed snake god of the Aztecs. He was in control of intelligence and wind, balanced by the evil spirit of sacrifice…Nero, these ancient snake gods have chosen you to represent them in the physical world." They stared at him in awe and he rubbed his nose, all the scales covering his cheeks glowed a light red.
Dante began to laugh, holding his stomach as it turned in knots. "Oh god..your scales can blush!"
Lady pulled out her gun, shooting Dante in the foot as she glared. "Knock it off, jack ass." She snarled and Trish cleared her throat.
"Anyway…" She rolled her eyes and scanned the page, jabbing at one line. "Here's something useful…the scales will act as a breathing aparatus when underwater. They will absorb are through osmosis."
Nero cut in, his tail sliding gently along the floor behind him. "Does it say anything about my spine or tail?"
"Hold on a minute." She muttered, eyes running along the page before pausing and raising an eyebrow. "It says that your body wil resorb the tail, but your spine and scales aren't going anywhere. Eventually, the scales will become translucent to blend in with your skin tone but when you become emotional they will change color…much like your arm does already." She smiled at him and Nero grimazed, the scales of his cheeks glowing a dull blue.
"So what…I'm just gonna be one big mood ring?"
She shrugged. "In a sense, I suppose so."
"Fucking great." He muttered, resting his chin on the palm of his newly scaled left hand. "My eyes and tongue? What about them?"
She shook her head. "Those are staying too…as well as the fangs. But the only poisonous thing about you is your blood…but I think you know that already." He nodded, a glum expression on his blue face. "Your hair isn't going to change though." She smiled at him as he rolled his eyes.
"Oh fantastic, because my freakish white hair is the first thing I was worried about…fuck!" He pushed himself from the floor, running the scaled Bringer through his hair. "Why is it always me?" His voice turned soft quickly as he stared out the window at the pure snow and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Nero…it can't be that bad. I know that you wish this didn't happen, and if I could change places with you I would, believe me!" Dante's arms wrapped tightly around the teen's waist, pulling him to his chest. "We will get through this together, Nero. I'm not leaving you and neither are Trish or Lady." He turned a reluctant Nero-snake around, holding his smooth chin to meet his blue eyes. "I love you…even when you don't love yourself." They kissed softly, Nero letting his head rest on Dante's shoulder as Lady and Trish glomped onto the couch and flipped through books for more information.
***
It was a few weeks later and as promised, his tail had been resorbed and the scale had become transclucent; though they were easily visible in bright sun light and when Nero got emotional…which was almost all the time. The scales were tougher than his skin though they were just as soft. His spine still protruded from the translucent scales, color shifting from red to purple to blue every few seconds. He had to wear Dante's clothes now because of his new bulk and their dueling became even more violent. Nero's reflexes were quicker, he had an intution and began to dodge Dante's moves before they were even made. In turn the elder fine tuned his moves and came up with new ones, testing them both.
Nero learnt to control his new shape shifting ability, able to morph himself into the shadows until he was nearly invisible. As for the wind control…he hadn't figured that out just yet though the wind seemed to pick up when he was angry. Both men were pleased to learn that the scales hadn't reached everywhere... Nero's scales lit up like the fourth of July the first time they had sex after his transformation… Dante thought it was kinky and liked it and still planned on taking his young lover to Grenada in a month.
It was around midnight, Nero's head rested on Dante's shoulder as they watched some mindless cartoon. The elder's fingers brushed gently through his lover's hair and down his scaled arm, Nero shivering at the sensation. His hand moved along Nero's spine and something crumbled beneath the layer of cloths. Nero twitched, tongue darting out as he turned halfway around. "What was that?"
Dante turned him all the way around, lifting Nero's shirt up and gasping. His protruding spine was beginning to turn ash grey and crumble, falling down his back in messy heaps. "Your bones are…dying." He stated, brushing the dead ash to the floor. "But…there's a stripe of scales along your back." His fingers dragged over the thin stripe and Nero shuddered violently, gasping for breath as Dante pulled his hands away. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah." He took a deep breath, scales on his face tinting a bright red. "That tickled." He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. A devilish smirk slipped over Dante's lips as he leant forward, holding Nero's hips firmly as he pressed the younger man into the couch face first. "Hey! What gives old man?" He demanded, feeling hot breath against his back.
"Just wanna see somethin'." He stated, running his tongue up the dark navy scales. Nero shivered beneath him and gasped, already panting heavily as his arousal pressed into the couch.
"Ahh fuck!" He moaned into the cushion, gripping the pillows tightly and tearing through them.
Dante smirked, kissing the nape of his lover's neck and pulling the shirt all the way off. "I think I found my new favorite toy."
What do you think? Too much smut? Let me know since I'm planning on two other DMC's, I'd like to get some feedback from this story. There's a third on the horizon, swirling through my head like a cloud of sexy yuri smut. So any way, thanks to all you guys who commented and followed this story. I'll be posting the first chapters of my 2 new stories soon so keep your eyes open for alerts here. Peace! BTW, depending on reviews I will probably post their trip to Grenada after this.
Final Play list:
Purple Pills-D12
In The End-Linkin Park
Behind Closed Doors-Rise Against
Thank You-Jamelia
Hanging By A Moment-Lifehouse
Tear You Apart-She Wants Revenge
