Sorry it took so long to update, but for a final chapter, this is quite epic in length compared to the others. Took so long to write! Thanks again to all of you awesome people who reviewed and favourited!
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Epic comments, I hope I got everyone here. Well, the last chapter is extra long and I hope this is a bonus you enjoy! Oh yeah, and it gets a bit hot at the end just to warn you...
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Chapter 10 – Confessions of Love
He wasn't certain exactly what he'd been dreaming about, but what he did know was that the few memories he had of them were unpleasant. Falling into darkness, a swirling void accompanied by a heavy feeling pressed against his chest. Then there was Dante, unmoving and impaled with Rebellion until the falling sensation started again and it became hot, so hot it was unbearable. But now it was just dark, cool and soothing. Slowly, Nero opened his eyes and he saw that he was back in his bedroom at Devil May Cry. The room was fresh from the open window and the sky a dark blue at the end of sunset. There was a cool breeze swirling around the room, but he was resting against something distinctly warm. He stirred and blinked a few times, before his face flushed a faint pink at the realisation his head was resting in someone's lap. He swallowed thickly as his eyes stared straight at a red leather clad crotch.
"Ah, finally seems like you're awake kid," spoke a lazy voice.
Jumping at the sudden sound, Nero sat bolt upright and cracked his forehead against something hard. He cried out in shock, understanding that he'd accidentally head butted Dante when he heard a similar yelp. He looked at the elder, who was rested back against the pillows with the tails of his red leather coat spread across the bed. Smirking slightly and rubbing his forehead, Dante brushed some of his hair out of his eyes.
"Take your time!" he laughed.
"How long had I been..." Nero trailed off and glanced down at himself, noticing that he was only wearing a tight black tank top and his blue jeans. "Did you..."
"It looked like you were feeling pretty hot in that coat of yours," Dante explained, casually. "Though you were barely coherent, I thought it best to keep you as comfortable as possible. The green orb helped you to recover your lost demonic strength, but you were running a high fever from your weakness. You've been sleeping practically nonstop for three days!"
Nero rubbed the side of his nose. "No wonder I feel a bit disorientated."
"You weren't sleeping too well, either."
He blushed a bit. "Really?"
Dante nodded. "Seemed like you were having some pretty nasty dreams, but Trish said that would be normal with the fever you had. Seeing as you only stopped thrashing about so much when I was with ya, I slept in here."
"You... in here? In my bed? With..."
The older man laughed. "Don't worry kid, I behaved myself."
He winked playfully at the younger, earning a blush of a much deeper shade of red. Damn you're cute when you do that. Smirking, he got to his feet and wandered towards the door before turning back to glance at the other man.
"You coming?" he asked.
"Give me a chance old man," Nero whined. "I've only just come round!"
"But I have food downstairs, you must be starving!"
"I don't..." but his stomach began to growl in protest as it too began to wake. "Okay, maybe you're right."
"When am I not?"
Ignoring that comment, Nero carefully slipped off the bed but the instant he put weight on his feet, he lost his balance. Quickly, Dante moved to his side and put his arms around him to stop him falling flat on his face. He blushed furiously as the elder held an arm tightly around his waist as they left the bedroom and sauntered downstairs. The first thing Nero caught was the familiar smell of freshly delivered pizza; an unusually pleasing mix of melted cheese, tomatoes and warm cardboard.
He rolled his eyes skyward. "Surprise, surprise!"
"What?" Dante replied. "Nothing like a good pizza when you've not eaten in days."
"Well, I guess I shouldn't have expected a home cooked meal."
"Do I look like a housewife to you, kid?"
Nero was sorely tempted to say yes when his mind conjured up the image of Dante wearing a frilly pink heart patterned apron and big, fluffy slippers. He held his breath in the effort of trying not to laugh, as he'd rather not have to explain his fantasy to the elder hunter. Especially when said fantasy removed the rest of his clothes, leaving him just in the apron. You're turning into a real pervert Nero, he told himself as he was sat down comfortably on one of the red leather sofas. Dante picked up the pizza box and placed it between them, opening the lid to reveal a rather appetising looking four cheese pizza. Nero had to admit, right now it looked damn good.
He greedily snatched up the first slice and devoured it, the feeling exceptionally welcome in his three day empty stomach. Dante watched him with amusement as he started eating his own slice, but nothing could shake off the feeling of relief in his chest. Just three days ago, he'd been worried sick that the kid would never recover and now, he was hungrily eating dinner with him. As he watched more of the pizza disappear, the elder quickly claimed a few more pieces for himself, out of fear that there'd be none left. Although right now, nothing was more important than making sure Nero was recovering.
"Feeling better?" asked Dante.
"Yeah surprisingly," Nero replied with a smirk and a mouthful of pizza.
"Good, you were looking pretty awful yesterday, despite improving through the morning."
"If I feel this good now, then you must have looked after me pretty well."
Smiling slightly, Nero placed the empty pizza box back on the coffee table, but was caught by surprise as the older man pulled him into a fierce hug. Feeling somewhat awkward, he tentatively wrapped his arms about Dante's broad shoulders, secretly basking in his warmth. Eventually he was released, but the closeness did not disappear as the elder grasped his upper arms with strong hands. He began to feel his body quickly heating up and he hoped it went unnoticed.
"I won't deny it kid," Dante told him. "I was worried sick about you."
"But I've recovered now, old man," Nero assured him.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get to you quicker."
"No Dante," he brushed away his hands. "I'm the one who should be sorry. That was the second demon we had to fight together and like the last time, I needed you to save my arse. I just feel that at some point, you'll end up seriously hurt or worse because of my incompetence."
"Tch, like that will ever happen..."
"I'm serious! Before we left for that mission, you wanted me to give you a reason as to why I wouldn't stay; that's enough of a reason for me. Once I'm completely back on my feet, I'll be heading off. I'm not going to be a burden to you anymore."
Dante sighed. "You really don't get it, do you?"
"Get what? Damn it, you keeping say that and never say what you mean!"
"I don't care if you don't think you're good enough, because I know from experience that you are one of the best demon hunters I've come across. Stop putting yourself down and start acting like that cocky, punk bitch that tried to kill me in Fortuna. I know you'll never be as good as me, but I don't need that. What I do need is you."
Nero lowered his head. "I..."
"Forget it; no way are you leaving."
"Do I..." he paused for a moment. "Do I mean that much to you?"
It was now or never. "You really have no idea at all!"
Dante chuckled lightly as grasped the kid's Devil Bringer with both hands, gently caressing the warm blue skin between the red armour. Nero's eyes widened, feeling embarrassed as his arm glowed brightly in response to the elder's touch. A pleasant shiver travelled right up to his shoulder, but he pulled away quickly.
"Sorry," Dante murmured, a sad look in his eyes as he got to his feet.
"No!" Nero exclaimed, a little louder than he wanted as he grabbed him by the wrist. "I didn't mean it like that..."
Dante sat back down again, a nervous feeling in his gut as he watched Nero fidget next to him. Was he about to be rejected? Even though he promised Trish he'd tell the kid his feelings, he still hadn't done so. Just as he predicted, he'd poked around the subject and made things awkward again. Nice going, Dante.
But the silence was beginning to get to him. "Then what?" he queried, clearing his throat.
"It's just..." Nero glanced at him. "No one even likes to look at it, never mind touch it."
Without thinking, Dante took hold of Nero's Bringer again. "I'm not like everyone else kid and I'll touch it if I want to. It's not fair how they treated you in Fortuna and I promise you, I won't throw you away like they did. I'm dead serious about this; stay with me."
Nero felt his heart almost beating out of his chest, his glowing demonic arm giving away his emotions. He never thought Dante would be capable of speaking his heart and mind like that. Had the battle against that devil made him so desperate to admit his feelings in such away? Hell, he actually has feelings me?
"Are you going to say something?" Dante asked in a quiet voice.
He'd left him hanging. "You want me to stay that much?"
"You know I do."
Does he really have feelings for me? "Maybe... I'll give it some thought..."
"I need to know now, Nero."
The sound of his name on the elder's tongue was almost enough to melt his heart. "Dante..."
"I will force you to stay if I have to. I'll do anything to keep you here because, no matter how much I look at it, I've completely fallen for ya. I don't care if you want to kill me for saying this anymore; hell, seeing you get all angry with me like you were in Fortuna would probably just turn me on! But... I love you Nero. I mean it."
Nero almost wanted to cry. "D-Dante..." he held back his tears by crushing the elder against him in a tight hug. "I love you too."
Now it was Dante's turn to hold his breath. "You..."
"I've loved you since we first met, you know. When you crashed through that skylight, I honestly thought I was hallucinating from the sheer boredom of the church service. You were so beautiful it seemed impossible. Well, until you ruined it by shooting Sanctus in the face."
Dante smirked. "Beauty ain't my style kid, I prefer devastatingly sexy myself."
Nero rolled his eyes. "Still doesn't change anything."
"So that's why you tried to kill me, eh? Because I ruined your pretty little fantasy by shooting the old geezer?"
"You can really kill a romantic moment, you know that?"
"Well apparently, all I need to do is shoot someone."
"Shut up old man!"
Nero punched him lightly on the arm with his Bringer, but he soon felt warm hands gripping his waist, tightly. With his trademark smirk, Dante pushed him down onto the sofa and lay over him, warmly pressing their bodies together. Nero's breath caught in his chest as the elder moved in closer until their noses were almost touching. He can just as easily bring the romance back, too.
"So, when did you return to your fantasies about me?" he asked, his voice deep and gravelly.
Nero felt a shiver run up his back. "I guess when I saw you in the forest... when you fell backwards off that cliff. I kind of wanted to just fall after you."
Dante's lips were now at his ear. "Was that sexy for ya?"
"I..."
But he was cut off as he felt the elder's tongue lick along the cartilage of his ear, sending waves of sensation down his back. Instinctively, Nero's arms moved up and held onto his sides, trying to bring their bodies closer together. Dante slowly began grinding his hips against him, earning a desperate whimper from the young man beneath him. He slipped his hands up under the rim of Nero's black tank top, his warm fingers roughly caressing every inch of skin they could find. Nero tilted his head back to moan from this sudden bliss, but the sound was cut off as Dante captured his lips in a slow, gentle kiss.
His arms slid up the elder's sides to wrap around his neck, the claws of his Devil Bringer tangling into his white hair. The kiss deepened, tongues being allowed to dance freely in each others' mouths. Soon, a battle for dominance broke out and Nero found himself quickly overwhelmed by the more experienced hunter, leaving Dante to explore his sweet cavern. They eventually forced themselves apart for air, the younger unable to hide the reluctant groan that escaped his lips.
Dante smirked. "You need to breathe sometime, kid."
"Don't call me kid when we're like this," Nero protested with a pout.
"Aw, you look so adorable with that pouting lip."
Nero didn't have the time to feel embarrassed about that comment as Dante leant down and trapped the protruding lip between his, sucking gently before biting down hard. The kid's back arched at the stab of pain, allowing Dante's arms to slip underneath him and pull his body closer to his. He ground hard against him, their clothed arousals becoming painfully harder with each rock of the elder's hips. Nero felt his pale skin heating up as Dante, hands still under his shirt, began to play with his hardened nipples.
"Dante," Nero hissed, his back arching again.
He nuzzled the kid's neck. "Yes, Nero?"
The way he purred his name sent a shiver along his spine that went straight to his groin. "What about T-Trish and Lady? Won't they... interrupt us at s-some point... ahh!"
Dante had bitten hard into the soft skin on his neck, leaving a mark. "Nope," his lips went to the teen's ear. "They've been away on an extended mission since this morning, won't be back for another week. It's just you and me, babe."
Nero blushed. "You're going to call me that?"
"Got a problem with it?"
He gasped as Dante nibbled his earlobe. "N-No... I..." his blush deepened. "I kind of like it."
Chuckling lightly, the elder pulled back from Nero's ears and removed his hands from beneath his shirt to rest them on either side of his young lover's head. Smirking, he dipped his nose into the hollow of his neck, nuzzling the skin and licking a twitching tendon.
"You smell like three days worth of sleep," he noted, humorously.
"I wonder why, Einstein," Nero rolled his eyes.
"You need a shower and, what a coincidence!" Dante sat back a little to take in his own scent. "I now smell just as bad as you do. Guess we may as well shower together k..."
Instantly, Nero slapped the hand of his Bringer over the elder's mouth. "What did I say about calling me kid?"
He felt him grin beneath the palm of his hand and he slowly dragged it away, two blue fingers lingering to fondle his lips. Unexpectedly, Dante grabbed his wrist and put the digits into his mouth, sucking on them seductively. Nero choked back a moan and before he knew it, he was picked up and carried up the stairs over the other man's shoulder. The teen didn't complain as he was dropped lightly on the floor of the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind them.
With a smirk, Dante shrugged off his trench coat and hung it up on the back of the door; he always seemed to take good care of it. He sauntered towards Nero, causing the younger man's face to flush pink again at the way he swayed his hips. His hands slipped under Nero's tank top and raised it up to his neck, he getting the picture and raising his arms above his head. The tight fitting garment was tossed to the floor somewhere as Dante began to make quick work of his jeans, all the while licking and sucking at his neck. Nero moaned softly as his silky black boxers went next, warm hands immediately returning and cupping each cheek of his buttocks.
"Now it's your turn," Dante whispered into his ear.
"Oh no..." Nero trailed off, an idea coming to mind.
His smirk was almost akin to Dante's as he pulled back and stroked his stubbly chin. "I want to watch you strip for me," his tone was an equally seductive whisper.
The elder raised an eyebrow, but he was far from turned off. "Kinky aren't we?"
Nero walked away from his partner, being sure to give him a full view of his arse before he perched on the step to the shower cubical, turning round to watch. He felt surprised at his actions, but his shyness quickly returned as he noticed Dante eye him hungrily with lust filled eyes. What the hell was I thinking, asking Dante to strip for me?! But he forgot about that as he watched the other man undo the belt around his tight, red leather trousers and discard it. Damn, he's really going to strip for me!
"I see this turns you on," Dante purred.
Instinctively, Nero covered his exposed erection with his Bringer, earning a bark of laughter from his lover. Slowly, Dante began unbuckling the clasps of the belts on his shirt before pulling down the zip, gradually exposing his muscular upper body inch by inch. Nero was practically drooling as he shrugged off the leather shirt, blue eyes locked on blue eyes across the room. One hand began rubbing his chest and abdomen while the other trailed down low and worked on unfastening his trousers. He used both hands to pull them down over his hips, stepping out of them and pulling off his strawberry patterned socks. Nero snickered, expecting one of them to be thrown in his face, but it never happened.
Instead, Dante stretched back leisurely, one hand resting behind his head and fisting his hair, while the other slipped down over his chiselled abdomen. That hand stopped over the growing bulge in his tight, red hipster shorts, beginning to rub slowly with a pleasured expression on his handsome face. Nero felt his whole body heat up from watching, his legs beginning to feel weak as he stood on the edge of the shower cubical.
"I didn't quite ask for strip tease Dante," he noted.
Dante grinned devilishly. "Your body ain't complaining."
Nero had noticed a long time ago that, not only was the elder's display making him harder than he ever believed possible, it was making his Devil Bringer glow incredibly bright. Damn thing always gives me away. Quickly, Dante discarded his underwear and pushed Nero into the cubical, trapping them together in the confined space behind glass doors. The younger was instantly sandwiched between the cold tiled wall and Dante's hot body, the temperature difference sending shivers along his flesh.
"Don't worry," Dante began, his voice quiet. "The plumbing's been fixed."
Whilst nuzzling the soft skin behind his ear, Dante turned on the taps and the initial rush of cold water made Nero yelp in surprise. With a snicker, the elder wrapped his arms about the smaller form in front of him, rubbing pale skin with calloused hands to warm him up. Eventually, the water heated up and the atmosphere quickly became more intimate as the steam created a pleasant temperature.
Nero turned round in Dante's arms to face him, immediately being pulled into a passionate kiss, tongues massaging the other and teeth nipping at soft flesh. The elder's tongue was so inviting that Nero failed to notice the hand that dipped low to grasp his manhood. A groan slipped from his lips as that hand began stroking him, slowly at first before gradually speeding up with each sound he made. He tilted his head back in sheer bliss, his human hand roving across his partner's upper torso while the claws of his Devil Bringer dug into his shoulder. Dante grunted as he smelt his blood in the steamy air and slowly brought his ministrations to a close; regardless to how pleasing the thought was, he didn't want to end up fucking the kid in the shower. He wanted to be gentle with him.
Nero released his grip, looking confused. "Dante?" he queried.
"Don't worry," he replied with a smirk. "I just want to move on from here."
The younger part devil understood his meaning as he shut off the shower and opened the glass door. He quickly found himself being dragged from the cubical and into the comfort of a big, fluffy white towel. Clearly rushing in his eagerness to continue and keep his desires under control, Dante dried both of them off before gathering Nero into his arms and carrying him to his bedroom. He smirked; our bedroom. With little protest, the teen was placed in the centre of the double bed, feeling comfortable on the smooth, silky red sheets.
"Damn you look so perfect right there," Dante growled.
He climbed on top of his lover, smiling as hands worked their way into his hair.
"I love you Dante," Nero murmured, returning the smile.
"Nero..." he brushed their lips together. "I love you too."
He pressed his lips to his in a light kiss before reaching out to open the drawer in his bedside table. After some rummaging around, he found what he wanted and produced a tube of lubricant. Nero swallowed nervously, his demon hand tightening immediately in Dante's white locks. The elder sensed the slight tension from the kid and he observed him deeply, a smirk gracing his handsome features.
"First time?" he questioned, simply.
Nero blushed. "Don't say that whilst smirking."
"I'm just trying to lighten you up, then you can be more relaxed."
He didn't say it because Nero would probably kick him somewhere sensitive, but the fact that he was a virgin only turned him on even more. Dante coated his fingers in the viscous oil, his eyes never leaving Nero's as he lowered himself down his body to tease his entrance. He used his other hand to slowly stroke the kid's cock as he licked the head, dipping his tongue into the slit before taking it deep into his mouth. He watched as Nero's eyes glazed over with lust and after a time, he inserted one finger into him.
"Dante," Nero moaned.
He knew fingers were no trouble for the punk, given the way he'd been masturbating in the motel. Heh, he still doesn't know I saw him... oh well! Deciding to move on, Dante immediately slipped in another two fingers, using all three to stretch the muscles that clenched around them. The groan ripped from Nero's mouth was far from pained. So, he really must do that a lot, the elder thought as he pulled back from his cock with a small chuckle.
"You seem pretty comfortable there," Dante teased.
"Don't even go there Dante," Nero shot back, breathlessly.
"I will eventually, you know that."
"Just fuck me will ya?"
"Ah, feisty! You know I love feisty."
Dante withdrew from his mate and squeezed more lube onto his fingers, coating his thick shaft with slow strokes. Nero felt himself grow harder, but he soon felt a large presence pressed at his entrance as the elder returned to him. He wrapped his legs around his partner's waist, his feet switching slightly from nerves and excitement.
"Ready for me to blow your mind?" Dante's voice was so deep it was barely audible.
"That confident, eh?" Nero retorted with a slight smirk.
"Oh you have no idea... Nero."
The teen shivered pleasantly at the way Dante purred his name, but he had little time to ponder over it as he felt his lover slide into him. He tightly closed his eyes as he held back a cry of pain; he didn't expect it to hurt this much, even with Dante's size. The older man planted kisses on his neck and gently massaged thighs as he pushed in further until he was completely buried. Nero was still quite tense and Dante lifted his body up slightly, allowing for a better angle.
"Nero, look at me," he whispered soothingly.
Slowly, the younger man opened his eyes to look into those of his partner, which were so full of love. Without dropping his gaze, Dante pulled out almost all the way before thrusting in harder. Nero arched his back, beginning to feel the pleasure as the other man's slow movements eased away the pain. Taking that as a signal to continue, Dante started with a slow pace, his thrusts hard and deep. He captured Nero's lips with his own, trying to distract himself from the tight heat that was begging him to fuck the kid senseless. He didn't want to ruin this by being selfish but soon, Nero broke from his kiss and practically screamed as his prostate was struck head on.
"Oh fuck!" he cried. "P-Please Dante... m-more!"
Hot damn his begging is sexy. The elder obliged, positioning his hands by Nero's head as he picked up his pace and assaulted his sweet spot on each thrust. By now, the pain had been completely washed away with waves of ecstasy and the teen snaked his Bringer between their bodies to pump himself to the rhythm.
"Shit Nero," Dante grunted. "So fucking tight."
Nero began to move in time with the elder's hips. "Oh... D-Dante..."
"Oh yeah babe... say my name."
"Dante..."
"Again!"
"Dante!"
He couldn't take it anymore, not with the younger hunter moaning his name in such an erotic way. Knowing the kid would be sore in the morning, but now unable to control himself, Dante pounded into the young body beneath him. He felt the hot coil in his abdomen wind tighter as he picked up his pace again in response to Nero's sexy vocals, his own moans escaping into the heated air. The bed creaked from Dante's furious pace, but it was nowhere near enough to drown out the loud cries from Nero.
"Dante..." he panted. "I... I'm c-coming..."
"Me too Nero..." Dante growled. "Just a little... longer..."
"Ah Dante... I... I... ahh... DANTE!"
Nero arched his back and screamed as he came hard between them, his essence adding to the slickness of their bodies. Dante's eyes turned red, feeling the edge approaching as tight walls clamped around him. After a few more thrusts, he slammed into him and threw his head back, moaning Nero's name as he filled him with his seed. His arms trembled beneath him and he collapsed on top of his lover, his breathing harsh and erratic as he recovered.
"Oh fuck Nero," he groaned. "You're fucking amazing."
Nero ran the claws of his Bringer through Dante's silvery hair. "Wow," he said simply.
Dante chuckled. "See why I'm so confident?"
"I don't think anything is that intense... oh Dante..."
Carefully, the elder pulled out and rolled over to lie besides Nero. His young lover shifted to snuggle against his side, Dante sighing with contentment as he encircled him in his arms. He wanted to remain like this for the rest of his life.
"I'm going to be sore in the morning, aren't I?" asked Nero.
"You'd better be after that!" Dante chuckled.
The teen smiled. "And I don't care one bit," he cuddled him tighter. "I love you Dante."
I'm the luckiest man in the whole fucking world. "You too, Nero."
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Nero blushes so much here... and I had to have a strip teasing Dante... and this is the end, I hope you've enjoyed reading and maybe I'll start coming up with ideas for more Dante x Nero.
I plan to add this to deviant art soon too, you can find me under "Cannonade" (that name was taken here, apparently)