Tick Tock CHAPTER 11

Pushka: Fluffy fluff chapter is fluffy! XD I actually liked writing the part where Nero's wrist got rebroken. It shows that he trusts Dante enough not to screw it up more XD I loved the chapter title, Dr. Dante has a great ring to it. Dante figured it was his place to explain the kiss even though Nero ended it, he did start it. And Nero didn't feel like repeating himself XD Thanks for reviewing! *gives cookies*

furesesse1: The last chapter Dante was very sweet :3 Thanks for reviewing!

Ellocin: The wrist rebreaking scene I spent some time thinking about :3 I liked writing it, even though it was painful for poor Nero. Thanks for the coding stuff! I'll have to try it out :3 Thanks for reviewing! *gives cookies*

SirenaLoreley: Mushy and fluffy chapters are fun to write X3 and Dante was so sweet in that chapter. Dante's insecurity, at least in this arena, definitely goes along with the fact that he's pretty young still. And no one has said the 'magic words' yet. Thanks for the review! *gives cookies*

Noboru: I guess you'll just have to read and see what happens ;3 Thanks for the review! *gives cookies*

Blue-Moons169: I love Dante being all sweet too, it's too adorable! 3 And I thought the chapter title was very fitting XD Thanks for reviewing! *gives cookies*

Shiya64: I'm glade I could make your day :3 And I never get tired of hearing from my readers! Thanks for the review! *gives cookies

Thanks LawlietsDarkAngel for betaing again! :3 I don't own Devil May Cry and all that jazz! Enjoy!

Nero woke up pressed against something warm, an arm draped over his hip and Dante's scent filling his nose. The younger male's blue hues slid open. He was in Dante's room. He could tell due to the clothes scattered across the floor.

Beams of dirty sunlight streamed between the slats of the blinds indicating it was probably late morning, but the younger couldn't find the will to drag himself away from the bed. His head and wrist didn't hurt quite as badly but his whole body seemed to ache dully as if drained of energy. Even his bringer seemed dim due to all the healing he'd had to do in the last twelve hours.

Nero felt Dante shift and as he did the older teen's fingers brushed his stomach, skin touching skin. Then he realized that his jacket, hoodie, shirt and jeans were all gone, he was just in his boxers with a red sheet hitched up over his hip where Dante's arm was.

The younger teen felt his face heat up as Dante nuzzled the back of his neck, warm breath washing over the sensitive flesh. Nero smiled softly as he looked over his shoulder at the slumbering slayer, Dante was only in his boxers as well. He took a moment to watch his sleeping face, before settling in again. He was in absolutely no hurry to go anywhere.

Dante had come to save him. He supposed that he shouldn't have been surprised. The older hunter had gotten him into a lot of scrapes, past, present and future, but he was always there to lend him a helping hand out again. He wasn't sure why he ever doubted him. Probably because everyone else had left him…either through death or abandonment. His parents and Credo who he'd looked at like a big brother had all died, and while he hated to think about it, he and Kyrie had been growing apart. The townspeople trying harder and harder to alienate the devil boy so that he would leave their quaint little town.

He knew that Dante would never do that to him…he didn't give a damn what anybody thought of him.

He lightly ran the fingers of his devil bringer up Dante's arm, his breath hitching when the older half-devil started kissing the back of his neck.

"Mornin' kid." he smiled lazily.

"I swear I am going to punch you in the face if you keep calling me kid-and if I'm a kid that must make you an old geezer."

"Hey-I'm not old!" he protested sleepily.

"Then I'm not a kid." he smirked, feeling confident that he'd finally outwitted the older hunter.

"Yeah, yeah. How's your noggin' kid?" he grinned in return, never seeming to tire of his game. Nero grunted as he rolled over so he was facing the other male.

"Better, not fantastic."

"Yeah, you still look pretty beat. Especially if your glow stick is anything to go b-" Dante had gently grabbed Nero's devil bringer, his fingers accidentally sliding between the plates of armor and touching the sensitive flesh it concealed. The younger slayer's gasp had caused him to stop and quickly release his arm. "Sorry-I didn't mean to hurt ya."

"Nah-it's okay." He blushed darkly. Fact was, he wasn't hurt, he'd gasped because the touch had felt good, not that he was ready to admit that. "How did I end up in your bed?" he wondered.

"Well, you passed out on the couch and I remember you sayin' something about my couch being a lumpy piece of shit, so I didn't want to leave you there."

Nero lightly chuckled. "Then why didn't you put me in my room?"

"Too lazy." he replied, folding his hands behind his head.

"But not too lazy to undress me I see."

"You were covered in blood." he shrugged.

"Yeah…I'm still pretty gross." he muttered, making a face as he ran his hand through his hair. "I'm going to take a shower," he stated, rolling out of the bed and heading for the door. He paused in the walkway and looked over his shoulder. "Hey."

"Yeah kid?" Dante smirked from the bed.

"…Thanks…for taking care of me last night…that was really…nice of you." he mumbled before walking out of the room.

Dante sighed when he was gone, rolling over to bury his face into the pillow the younger slayer had been using and passing out again.

Nero got into the bathroom and closed the door before leaning on it, running his devil bringer through his hair.

'Okay, so Dante saved my ass…I made out with him and then I passed out and woke up in his bed. I really hope he didn't do anything to me.' he lightly chuckled to himself at the thought. Like Dante would have to stoop so low as to groping him in his sleep. Though if he had Nero would never know anyway, his body was sore all over.

He shook his head and walked over to the shower, twisting on the taps, holding his human hand under the water to test the temperature. When it was warm enough he kicked off his boxers and stepped into the warm spray. The water soothed his sore muscles and as it trickled between the plates in his arm he lightly shuttered.

It made him think about Dante, when his fingers had touched the softly glowing blue flesh. He was the only person not utterly disgusted or freaked out of his arm. Typically no one touched it, and he hadn't liked to touch it himself before either since everyone else had thought of it as something to be feared. Recently, however, that feeling had abated. Dante didn't care and it seemed to have rubbed off on him as well, he'd stopped wearing his sling around, people vaguely knew who he was and didn't bother him.

Nero ran his hands roughly through his hair, causing the pink tinted water to drip off of him. He closed his eyes, still thinking about the older slayer. God, he wanted him. It was probably for the best that he'd passed out after that heated kiss. If he hadn't he might have done something he'd regret. He didn't want to end up a one night stand. And while Dante had said he wasn't faking, it just meant that he wanted to kiss him, not that he was in love.

Nero wasn't sure what he felt for the older slayer, other than it wasn't the way he felt about Kyrie. He loved her, but it was more of a protective relationship. He felt like he had to protect her from getting hurt, it wasn't about passion with her. With Dante it seemed both, so maybe that's what real love was.

He sighed as he started to wash his hair. He didn't want to figure out the logistics. He needed to reign in his hormones and wait it out for a little while.

He lightly smirked, his plan wasn't very nice, or fast but he would find out just how interested Dante was.

Vixen grunted as she pushed herself onto her hands and knees, spitting blood out of her mouth, a gold glow shining from her chest. She was laying in a puddle of crimson that was slowly crawling towards the drain in the floor to mingle with another bloody trail coming from the other side of the room where Canis was laying.

"Canis you fool." she grumbled, producing another gold colored orb from her pocket as she crawled over to him. She rolled the wolf demon onto his back and shoved the orb into the single hole in his forehead. As soon as the orb hit his blood it started to glow like the rays of the sun. The bullet was pushed out of Canis's brain, dropping to the floor with a soft patter.

The male demon groaned as he came to. "Vixie?"

"Things didn't go quite according to plan A." she stated.

"Well, at least we learned what the son of Sparda is actually capable of."

"And that will help with plan B, but why in the hell did you let him shoot you?" the female grumbled.

"Had to make it seem convincing so he wouldn't destroy your body." he lightly winked.

"Always looking out for me. Right then. Let's get out of this place and regroup."

Well looks like Vixen and Canis didn't get taken down by a few bullets! But what are they planning? I guess you'll just have to keep reading and find out! :3 Until next time!

Ja ne!

~Bitbyboth April 25, 2010