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Chapter Ten

The Summer Rain Makes You Forget With A Moment On The Glass

They rode the sweet Camaro into the next city, and it wasn't uncomfortable, but the kid would've much rather been in bed or at the very least, on Dante's lumpy leather couch. Or maybe on his chest.

He looked out the window, tapping his foot along to the song Dante had on. A hard rock song, maybe it could be considered metal. The heavy crash and bang of the drums with the hard guitar and the shredded voice all put together sounded nice at its small volume when it mixed together with the sounds of the road. Nero could see Dante tapping the steering wheel with his finger from his peripheral vision.

Nero was feeling better than he had last night, or even this morning. They decided to bring their guns only, because Dante ad said it would be all they needed. He was excited to get started on a solution, and focus on other things too. Like his relationship status. That sounds so lame though.

How did he feel about Dante now? I mean, would his apparent brotherhood change how Nero saw him? Should it? No, of course not; Nero tried not to judge Dante so harshly anymore, and he didn't feel good about judging him over somebody else's actions. Vergil was hardly Dante's responsibility, though somehow Nero got infected with him; now he was his obligation.

And he felt awful about it, really. Dante had said that Vergil was not a voice, but a soul, suggesting that he was dead. And if that's true then technically, Dante shouldn't have to worry about the asshole anymore anyways. That's really the only reason he felt bad about Vergil.

Oh, but let's not forget the sex though. That's a pretty good reason to feel bad. The old man was into the kid, and the kid was into him; they both knew this now, as it was almost painfully obvious. So the fact that he'd let Vergil have his way with him was a bit unfair to them both, though Nero felt that it would be worse for Dante than it would be for him. Secrets, secrets, secrets…

And what of Kyrie? Now that he'd escaped the fishing city of Fortuna, he rarely thought of her. That sounds terrible. He was in a relationship with her, you know? He did love her, but if she knew he'd had sex with another man, she'd be destroyed. Or, that's what he thought, at least. She was what kept him from killing himself back on that piece of shit island, and he'd never be able to truly thank her for that; as morbid as it is, suicide was not always an unreasonable thought to him, especially on the streets, with the stares, and the feeling of not belonging, and the strange loneliness he hadn't understood until now. Saying sorry wouldn't be enough. Not ever.

Nero didn't feel like he could say that it wasn't his fault, either. He'd say it was halfway consensual. That sounds stupid, and he would wish there was some other way to put it, but there simply wasn't.

While being concerned about all of Kyrie's possible reactions to his evident homosexuality, a thought crossed his mind that he'd forgotten the importance of. Did Dante want to be in a relationship, or did he just want sex? Nero really didn't want to assume the worst, but it was easier for him to do so. All this to prevent disappointment, and he didn't even know the truth. Oh well.

As he watched the road from his window, he felt the voice awaken with feelings that were not his own. It was the first time he'd felt him since the "rape", which wasn't too long ago. The feeling of aggravation passed over Nero in small waves, leaving him to dread having an actual conversation with Vergil.

The kid didn't know what to think about Dante's brother, and he didn't know what to expect from Vergil now either. Probably more touchy feely nonsense. Or maybe he'd take on to more violent habits.

What ever happened to the idea of Vergil wanting Nero to be happy?

"I do want your happiness, but I also seek your pleasure. You can't tell me that isn't what I got in the end."

Replying in his mind, he said, "I'm over it."

A small chuckle from Vergil, but not a complete laugh; it was even lacking its usual darkness. "I don't truly believe that, but I don't care for the truth. Not from you, at least. I had hoped you would've discovered my relation to Dante out on your own, but I suppose it can't be helped."

"Oh, that makes sense, considering all those hints you dropped. How could I have missed it?" he asked, inside voice heavily laced with sarcasm.

"You still don't know? Put the pieces together. You and you alone were able to mend Yamato. My blade is whole again because my soul was reacting to it, attached to you. It'll never break again, so long as I am with you. And what of my appearance? Did you think that to be a coincidence? There's also my amulet. You've seen it once before, but I suppose you never paid too much attention to my clothing. No, actually, you might've seen it before I showed you my body; in your church services if you actually listened. They mainly focused on my father, Sparda, but there were mentions of twins, of Dante and I. You'd know we both have a half of the complete amulet… A gift from our mother… Confirmation of our brotherhood."

Nero listened to all these things that passed him by, and he suddenly felt a little dumb and unobservant. That was a little silly though, considering that he was not dumb or unobservant.

He never said anything back to all that. Vergil already knew how he'd felt.

"I am not going to fool around any longer. Do you understand, boy? You know who I am, and so now I think it's time I start getting serious."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sure you won't be in the dark for too long now, boy. We shall achieve great power together, you and I."

There's always got to be something to worry about. It seems like everything that he'd already done to Nero was about to be blown out of the water. His dread was evident and easily noticed by Dante. Laced to his features like a fish hook.

"Hey, are you alright, kid?"

He looked over at Dante, and realized they were at a red light, and he was staring, and it was drizzling, and whatever song that was playing seemed to stop at that moment.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said and his voice had that familiar boyish rasp to it that Dante felt like he hadn't heard in forever, even if he'd heard it before they'd left for Lady's.

"Liar," he'd answered back with humor. Nero just averted his gaze back out the window.

He smiled as he turned back to the road, and Nero listened to the road noises, and the rain against the car hood, and the new softer song that had started up. It didn't stay too soft though, it had a sweet into melody which got overthrown by a nice thrum of hard notes, though the song itself was still pretty soft in Nero's book.

The sweeping roads and cars from outside the window were covered with the tiniest raindrops, and It was no longer the deep blue of the morning, but the bright cerulean and gold of the day peeking out from under a blanket of expressive, gray clouds. He realized that the summer rain could make things seem better, if only for a while.

"You know this song?" Dante hadn't asked like he was surprised, but like he was pleased; pleased to the point of it almost not being a question. Honestly, what kind of music did he think he was into?

"Yeah, why?"

Dante spared him a quick glance before turning back to road. "I could see you mouthing the words. You didn't know you were doing it?" He laughed a little at that, and Nero just looked at him, eventually smiling as well.

They pulled up to an old apartment building with cloud colored bricks, and a dark brown lining between them. Maybe there were gargoyles at the top. Dante swerved into the parking lot and hopped out of the car, claiming that this was the fun part.

He'd said that you had to be buzzed in, and since Lady wasn't home they couldn't do that, so they were going to break in through a window. Not that they couldn't just bust down the doors, but the old man had also said that it wasn't as fun.

"Doing it like that is boring. If we do it like that, it'll be like we waited for Lady to come back."

So they walked out of the parking lot and around the building, scaling up the brick wall like lizards. Nero had an easy time of it, using his clawed hand to hook himself on better. The deep groves between each brick were easy to get his boot between also, even if it was slippery. Dante was not climbing a quickly as Nero was, but it wasn't because he couldn't, or that's what Nero was guessing anyways.

"Keep up, old man."

"So eager… I didn't think you'd be in to breaking in someone's house."

Nero saw Dante's hand reach up to grab another brick, but in his distraction, his foot slipped. "Oops!"

In the split second before Nero's reaction, he wondered if he should let the old man fall and laugh at him for it or if he should help him and make fun of him.

The end decision was to grab out with his devil bringer and hold him up with the ghost of his hand.

"You dumb ass; Hang on to the wall!" It may not have looked like it but Dante's weight was pulling Nero down. He didn't want to fall any more than Dante.

Dante grabbed on with a thrilled smile. "I told you this was the fun part! Getting on your nerves really gets an old man's heart going, you know?"

Nero just shook his head and wondered which window Dante was planning on going through. He was told it was the top right window he was looking for, so he waited in front of it for Dante to get there, sitting on the edge with his back to the glass. Dante came up between his legs, making him mildly uncomfortable.

"Don't be a fag, Dante; if you fall again I won't catch you." His face was mock irritated and Dante knew it, so he just continued to climb up between his legs and kept himself secure on the side of the building by gripping the divot of brick above the window, and placing his knees in between Nero's.

He brought his face close to the kid's, teasing him, though Nero didn't know it. He thought he was about to kiss Dante, so he closed his eyes. Dante surprised him by pulling out his gun and breaking the window. Nero fell through the glass as Dante shot through it with Ivory and onto the rough carpet of the inside. As he fell back, he tried to exact a small form of revenge upon the old man by bringing him down with him, but the result was not a punishment to either of the two involved.

With Dante still between his legs and his hands on the folds of his trench (which was not the same as the one from the Arachne nest) he just stared, not knowing what the first move should be. Dante's trench was slippery from the rain, just as the bricks had been, and his hair was damp, skin pricked with droplets here and there. One had to assume he looked the same. They both had on the same coats from their first meeting, actually.

You have to love summer rain. Sometimes things slowed down so perfectly. If he were to look past Dante's shoulders he'd see the rain falling in slow motion, and he could feel his heart beating slower, could see Dante blink his eyes so very heavily. His grip loosened very slowly, shifting to his shoulders with a slippery smooth grip, and as the air was sucked in between his cracked lips, he noticed that Dante didn't know what to do either, which seemed so unlike him. The flirt doesn't know how to handle a situation like this? So strange.

Dante leaned down finally, careful with his hands and the broken glass. He closed his eyes for good, and Nero did the same. Their lips touched softly, pressing together and sliding against each other.

When Dante moved his hand along Nero's side and onto his hip, he felt a flutter in his chest. Was it nervousness? When his fingers glided through his alabaster hair, he felt a pang of something. Was it anticipation? And when Dante deepened the kiss, he felt his face get warm. Was it embarrassment?

The thumb of the hand that found its way to Nero's hip circled comfortingly, and as they pulled away for air, both breathing heavily, Nero slid open his eyes to look into Dante's. They were the same as his, but in that way, they were also the same as Vergil's. As he gazed into his eyes, that same icy beryl pools with the summer rain hanging form his lashes, he knew he could never compare Vergil to Dante.

His devil bringer was lost in his hair, clinging to the back of his head while his human hand cupped his cheek. What were these feelings? His heart was heavy in his chest. It was still hard to breathe, even after catching his breath. Was the slight shaking in his joints just a product of nerves?

And when Dante dipped his head to kiss him again, he met him halfway. His demon arm snaked down his nape to the small of his back while Dante's free hand moved to rest on the shoulder. He'd lowered himself from Nero's face, lip brushing against the chin, and suckled on his neck. From there, Nero moved both hands back to rest in his hair.

Nero closed his eyes and tried to calm his breath, his heartbeat. He feared Dante could hear it, and it couldn't then he was definitely feeling it.

"Would you really not catch me if I fell?"

"I would." The answer came with no thought. He'd almost wanted to take it back, but when Dante lifted his head to show a smile, the only thing he ended up taking back was his breath.

His eyes gleamed with happiness akin to that of a child's, and Nero remembered how excitable the old man actually was. In the end, which was not far, he smiled too.

Dante pushed himself up with that same smile plastered to his face, taking the responsibility of moving on and doing what they came to do, and he pulled Nero up with him. He fixed his shirt, which had twisted and risen on his stomach while the old man was on top of him, and then he ran a clawed hand thorough his hair to rid it of the possible bits of glass that could've gotten in it.

You'd think it'd be uncomfortable lying on top of glass with another man on your stomach, but he supposed it was because it was Dante that made him forget to complain about it. He turned to his backside, checking for more glass as Dante brushed on his hands and knees, actually apologizing for having him on the floor with glass in his back.

He wasn't cut or uncomfortable, and even if he was, he had half the healing ability of a full blooded demon, so it would've been alright.

"It's fine."

As Nero turned back to Dante the older slayer brought his hand up to ruffle his hair with a smirk, claiming that it would be best to get started before Lady got back. Apparently, she wasn't going to be gone long, which was part of the fun.

Well, I was a little surprised with what people were saying about the last chapter. You guys actually liked it! I want to thank my reviewers for always being to so kind :) I think I like chapter Nine a little more now that I know it's not as terrible as I had made it out to be. Also, updates might not be as quick as before because I can't seem to keep my grades up. I'm distracted!

Anyways, I wrote this chapter to try and express Nero's growing feelings for the old man, and also to get them in the "Sweet Camaro," because everybody likes to see Dante in a sports car, but it doesn't look right in my mind's eye. Dante had a cow-boyish look to him in DMC4 with his leather chaps and his faded trench, so I think it would look right it he had a cow-boyish car to go with his newest look. The old school ones were always my favorite anyways.

But I suppose that's not important. We still don't know what Vergil is planning on doing! Can I get some guesses from you guys? What do you think will happen? Do you agree with me about the car thing? And how about that moment on the glass? Did you like it? What song did you think of when Nero and the old man were in the car together?

If anyone cares, I was listening to Everlong by The Foo Fighters while writing this.

Onto replies then...

Chibi-Onee-chan: I'm glad you liked the last chapter. You and everybody else really made me feel better about it :) Thank you.

Saraneko: Thank you for the kind words! And you don't have to write a long review to make me happy; just write what you want to ^_^

SirenaLoreley: I wanted to know what you thought of Vergil's reaction in this chapter. Do you think it's appropriate? Also, I wanted to to know that your review made me smile, just like it always does. You're very encouraging!

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