Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the Devil May Cry characters in this fiction, if I did, Kyrie would have died in the first ten minutes of the game, very brutally and with lots of blood, Dante and Nero would be together...and Vergil would be shirtless in the third game...and Arkham would wear a frilly princess dress for my entertainment.

Rated Mature for Blood, Language, Angst, Hot Man Sex Really Soon, A Sexually Frustrated Dante, and Hurting Nero (An addiction that I love).

This was a kink that I had on my 'Have Yet to Write' list. I don't know how many will approve of it but I had to do it at some point. Also, I've had six cups of coffee. This chapter may just be the caffeine writing.

Chapter Ten: Coffee Creamer?

The storm outside roared, the wind returning with more vigor as the electricity in the office threatened to turn off. The lightning struck close to the Devil May Cry building several times. One strike managed to hit the only working lamppost outside the office, breaking the bulb and cloaking the building in darkness. The streets had a thin layer of water covering them, collecting more as it started to flood.

Dante tapped the heel of his boot on the top of the oak desk, leaning back in his chair as he stared out the windows of the office. He watched the intense rain fall outside, trying anything just to get his mind off of the younger hunter living with him. After a few unsuccessful moments, he tossed the unopened magazine sitting in his lap onto the desktop, having read it several times before and practically memorizing the contents. He closed his eyes tightly and sighed, realizing that the half naked women inside just did not compare with Nero anymore.

Dante groaned lightly, wondering if a cold shower would allow him to clear his mind and keep him from barging into his own room to molest the younger male. A yawn escaped his lips and he had half a mind to finish making the coffee Nero had started. He grimaced at the thought however, never liking the bitter drink unless he had a particularly persistent hangover the morning after visiting the Bullseye bar. Even then, he nearly drowned the drink in sugar before letting the mug go anywhere near his mouth.

The devil hunter smirked at the thought of Nero making him coffee in the morning, wearing nothing but that baggy hoodie and bite marks that matched Dante's teeth marking him. He would definitely drink it then, with or without sugar, so long as he would be able to taste the pale skin on the younger man's neck afterwards.

Dante was pulled out of his small fantasy when he heard someone walking down the steps. He opened his light blue eyes and glanced over at the staircase to see Nero, still dressed in the same white hoodie as his fantasy but with a pair of the older man's own black boxers underneath. Apparently, he had ignored the pants the older slayer gave him entirely. Dante raised an eyebrow, remembering that he told the other hunter where his underwear drawer had been but it was still a very odd sight to see. Odd...and somewhat arousing, as if the boxers had claimed him as his in some fashion.

"What are you doing up, kid? I doubt your fever will go away with just four hours of sleep." The elder said, stretching as much as he could with his legs perched on the desk. Nero shrugged with one shoulder, walking over to the older man and sitting on the edge of the desk. Dante cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at the faint redness on the younger male's cheeks. He wondered if it was the fever or perhaps if a more pleasurable dream than before had woken him up.

"I told you I'm fine, old man. You can stop worrying about me." The younger man subconsciously scratched the side of his nose as he spoke. "I actually woke up because of my stomach. Have anything half decent to eat around here?"

"Hmm, Pizza One might be open now." Dante smirked as Nero made a disgusted face at him.

"You really don't eat anything but pizza? Man, I wonder how you stay in such good shape." Nero stopped and his eyes widened at his own words, the taunt coming out in a very different way than he had planned. Dante could not help but leap at the opportunity.

"So you've noticed, huh? Didn't think you were the type to stare at other men, kid." Dante slid his feet off the top of the desk, leaning forward towards the younger man with a devilish grin on his face. The tint of red on the other hunter's cheeks grew as he narrowed his eyes.

"Shut up. That's not what I meant, jackass." Nero stood up from the desk and headed towards the kitchen, intent on getting as far away as possible from the elder hunter. "Forget it. I'm going to go make some coffee."

"Hey, I thought I told you no coffee while you're sick." Dante said, standing up and following the other male into the kitchen. He leaned an arm against the door frame and watched as Nero refilled the coffee maker with the ground beans and water. The younger devil hunter raised his left fist and thrust his middle finger up at the older man.

"Go blow yourself."

"Nah, I think that you would enjoy that too much." Dante tried to conceal the grin on his face when Nero gave him a piercing death glare. "Don't get pissed at me, you suggested it, kid." He said, not able to stop himself from winking.

"Asshole." Nero growled lowly, hating how the older man could twist his words so easily. He flicked the coffeemaker on before leaning against the counter top, crossing his arms and glaring in Dante's general direction. He stayed quiet, not wanting to give the other something else to twist into a perverted joke.

The coffeemaker beeped after a few minutes filled with Dante grinning and Nero glaring at him. The younger hunter grabbed the black pot and reached for the cup he had set out when he first tried to make the coffee. The elder's eyes watched him as he poured the dark brown liquid into the white mug, almost daring him to drink the coffee. Nero put the pot back before lifting the cup to his lips, smirking and taking a sip of the sugarless liquid.

Dante was across the room in less than a second, snatching the coffee mug out of the younger man's hands and crashing his lips to Nero's. The other hunter's eyes widened when he felt Dante's tongue force its way into his mouth, stealing most of the coffee he had yet to swallow. A few trails of the dark brown drink escaped their lips, running down Nero's chin as he grabbed at the elder's silver hair with his devil bringer.

Nero growled when the shock of the kiss wore off, beating the older demon slayer coming to the forefront of his mind. He closed his eyes and forced his own tongue into Dante's mouth, attempting to get at the coffee before he could swallow it. He gasped and grabbed the elder's right arm when he suddenly felt the older slayer's hand between his legs, rubbing his groin lightly.

"I told you not to, kid. You should listen to your elder's a bit more." Dante said as he licked his lips after swallowing, ignoring the bitter taste of the coffee. Nero tried to glare at him but the repeated stroking of his growing arousal through the thin silk made it extremely hard not to moan instead.

"You sure have a...fucked up notion of fair play, old man." Nero bit his bottom lip to stifle the moans threatening to leave his throat. The more experienced hunter moved down to nip at his jaw line lightly, the hand on Nero's groin slipping under the waistband of the black boxers and wrapping around the younger demon slayer's erection. The young man tightened his grip on Dante's arm, shutting his eyes and moaning openly when the other gave him a firm squeeze.

"Yeah, I do. The funny thing is how turned on you get from it, kid." Dante whispered into the other man's ear, feeling him shiver from his hot breath hitting his ear. He smirked and glanced at the mug he still held in his left hand, an idea appearing in his head. "How about some cream for your coffee, Nero?"

Nero cracked open an eye and glanced at Dante before looking down at where the older man was staring. He panted and groaned as he realized what Dante had meant. His grip lost its strength despite how a part of him felt like he needed to fight back, the other part begging him to give in.

"You're sick, old man." He said breathlessly, bucking into the hand that was stroking him as he slowly lost himself in the pleasure. Dante brought his slightly rough lips back to Nero's, letting the comment slide as the younger man started to kiss him back.