He smirked, running a hand through Nero's hair and closing his eyes. "It was fucking incredible." He cracked an eye into a slit, fingers playing with the hair at the base of the teen's neck. "Thank you for being someone I can trust." He said quietly, letting his head fall back and drifting quickly into the darkness of sleep.
For the sake of 11, Credo is alive and well.
Chapter 11-Nero!
Vergil held back a stiff groan as the Spaniard pushed against him, delving his tongue into the hot cavern. Suddenly he felt the other man pull away and Vergil opened his eyes, unaware that he had closed them, and looked at the gorgeous Hispanic with confusion. "Don't hold yourself back, I want to hear you…" A hand slid down his stomach and gripped his erection through his boxers.
The white haired man let out a loud hiss, throwing his head back and snapping it against the cabinet with a loud crack. He gripped Luis' shirt, pushing them backwards out the kitchen door and into the living room, laying Luis on his back at the desk. Vergil rested between his legs and snaked his hands downward, eager to undress him again.
"Por favor…" He moaned, throwing his head back into the desk as paper fluttered uselessly to the floor. Vergil shivered at his voice, ripping the dark pants off, boxers falling with them and gazing hungrily at Luis's exposed skin. "I need…something, Vergil." He grinned wolfishly and licked his lips, hands gripping Luis's thighs tightly as his head bent and he too the Spaniard's length in his mouth. "Aye! Dios mio…" His back arched off the desk beautifully, pushing his hips upwards towards Vergil. Blood rushed quickly to his own groin making him painfully hard as his mouth worked quickly.
Luis squirmed beneath him, grasping at the snowy hair and pulling his mouth tightly until he felt the tip of his dick hit Vergil's throat. He gasped, biting his lip roughly and Vergil pulled away, bringing him to eye level. "Ah, don't do that…" His pale thumb brushed over Luis's lip, releasing it from his teeth. "Those lips are too beautiful to be abused like that." He smiled, kissing Luis lightly while kicking off his boxers. "Luis…" He murmured, straddling the Spaniard as his knees settled on the hard wood desk. "I want you to fuck me." Their cocks brushed against each other creating delicious friction that Vergil yearned. "Please…" He gasped, placing his palms on Luis's and bending forward.
He nodded quickly and held Vergil's hips tightly, massaging the skin as he positioned the white haired male over his dick. Vergil shoved himself down mercilessly, Luis' pre-cum acting as the only lubrication between them. He winced, eyes closed tightly with pain as he held back a scream. Finally, he let out a breath and began to rock his hips, lifting himself before slamming back down. Luis cried out, his fingers digging deeply into the pale skin of Vergil's jutting hips. Their movements became faster, more frantic and the half-devil felt as though he would implode.
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Nero rolled his eyes and pushed off the bed. "Fine," He snapped, tugging on a pair of boxers. "I'll get food…but don't expect any favors when I come back."
Dante grinned at him, arms folded behind his head and legs crossed lazily on the bed. "Uh huh, sure kid." Nero growled at him and shoved out of the bedroom, traipsing down the stairs to the sound of moans filling the air. He quirked an eye brow and paused before continuing down, gaping at the scene before him.
Luis' legs dangled off Dante's desk as Vergil rode him, hand moving down as he pumped himself to the rhythmic thrusting. Nero swallowed thickly, unable to move as Vergil's head was thrown back and he bit back a scream. Nero smirked, they may try to be different but they were definitely twins in the sac.
"Fuck!" Vergil panted and Nero could smell the saltiness of sweat and pre-cum as the muscles of his back tensed.
"Yes, oh god!" Luis screamed out beneath him, coming quickly and coating the insides of Vergil with warm fluids.
His own was soon to follow, spurting over his hand and across Luis's stomach. Their hips rocked together once more and Vergil collapsed against the Spaniard, dark arms wrapping around his back and massaging the skin. "Enjoy that…Nero?" The teen's eyes widened as Vergil glanced over his shoulder and smirked at him. "I'll make you buy a ticket to the show next time, kid." Luis merely smiled and closed his eyes as his head rested against the dark oak.
"I uh-I just..I came-I mean I came down to get some…food." He stuttered, biting his lip and itching his nose in embarrassment. "Sorry guys…" He murmured, hurrying past them into the kitchen, grabbing a cold box of pizza and two glasses of water. 'Dante is going to be so pissed when he finds out they had sex on his desk…' Nero then grinned to himself, darting up the stairs and slamming the bedroom door shut behind him. "Hey Dante, there was something on your delivered on your desk, you might want to take a look at it.
Dante rolled over, biting at the skin of Nero's neck. "Now?" He whined as the teen shoved him away and nodded, pointing to the door. "Couldn't you just bring it up here for me?"
Nero held in a smirk and shook his head. "Didn't think you'd want that on your bed."
"Fuck…" He sighed, standing up and sauntering unwillingly out of the warm room.
Nero stared after him and held his breath…just waiting for-
"Jesus fucking Christ… on my goddamn desk Vergil?!" Nero chuckled and swallowed a bit of cold pepperoni.
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He glowered at them, Luis blushing slightly as he struggled to pull his jeans on where as Vergil lay stretched across the desk wearing nothing but a smirk. "You're buying me a new one." He growled, lumbering back up stairs to punish Nero. The kid had it comin for pulling something like that.
Reaching the door, his fingers tapped its grainy wood slightly and the door creaked open slowly. Nero lay on the bed smirking at him, arms folded behind his head. "What would possess you to do that to me?" He asked, masking the anger in his voice as he strode calmly to the bed. 'It wouldn't have mattered if I hadn't seen it…' He thought, glaring at the teen through snowy bangs.
"Thought you deserved it." Dante made a gross sound and leant over his lover, hands pinning the punk's wrists to the bed. "W-what you doin, Dante?" He asked, smile slightly nervous now.
His teeth grazed Nero's collarbone, slowly teasing him. "Nothing…" He murmured, moving up and quickly securing Nero's arms to the head board with Cerberus.
The teen glanced up awkwardly at his trapped wrists, "A devil arm? What's up with this?" His voice squeaked and Dante smirked wolfishly.
"Now you can't break away." He held the kid's ankles down and quickly took Nero's semi-hard length into his mouth. Nero gasped, liking the way this was moving though it was strange with the powerful devil arm pinning his hands up, digging into his skin.
He panted roughly, hips arching off the bed and into the wet cavern that sucked him off. "Oh, oh-! God, Dante!" He screamed, feeling his climax just a split second away-
His mouth disappeared and Dante smacked his lips, standing from the bed and dressing. "What?!" Nero shrieked, his hard-on painful from the absence of touch. "What the hell are you doing?!"
Dante pulled a red shirt over his head and shrugged, turning towards the door. "Thought you deserved it."
"Dante!!!" The white haired slayer smirked as the door shut behind him and the kid's muffled cries reached his ears.
'Oh yeah, he deserved it.' He thought, spotting Vergil passing him on the stairs with a shit-eating grin on his thin lips. "Ugh," Dante grunted and made his way to the kitchen, Luis now passed out on one of the couches and Nero still shouting obscenities from their bedroom. "Nothin' to eat in this shit hole…" He mumbled, hand digging through the fridge full of nothing but pizza that was too old even for him, and a bottle of champagne he had never seen before. "Fuck," He breathed heavily and leant against the counter, picking up a menu Nero had stored there. 'Chinese? Why not…' Plucking his way over to the phone in his reception, Dante's fist slammed on the hard oak and shot the phone into the air where he caught it with ease and quickly dialed the number.
He sat back, legs kicked up on the desk as he skimmed through a gun and ammo magazine for the millionth time. "Dante?" A familiar voice floated towards him from the stairs and the younger twin glanced up at his brother. "Why is Nero attached to your headboard? He looks very displeased at the moment."
The red twin smirked and let his gaze drift back to the magazine. "Really? He seemed to like it kinky." The elder shrugged and sat back just as a loud knock sounded at the door. Dante stood, "Chinese." He said, walking towards the front.
"This late?" Even before the door opened Vergil could feel the dark energy radiating from the other side. "Dante!" He lunged forward and startled Luis awake as the elder twin grabbed for Yamato and the door swung open.
The demon hurled its way inside, a large marionette followed by a horde of fiery hell-hounds. "Fuck!" Dante cursed, darting across the room and gracefully throwing his jacket on, pulling his guns from their holsters behind his back.
"How did you not smell them?!" Dante grunted in answer and twin waves of bullets ripped through the first row of demons. Vergil dashed through the air and brought Yamato down with great for, slicing a flaming skull in half. Rebellion was in the kitchen, too far for Dante to go so he tugged Rudra and Agni from the wall and they moaned in joy as he slashed through a row of demons.
Blood sprayed everywhere and bodies launched into the walls, cracking the deep set wood. Dante growled, spinning his twin blades over his head as he flipped into the air and came down with amazing power. The blades slammed into two hells hounds, bodies disintegrating quickly as he turned on heel and ducked a flaming protrusion.
Vergil smirked as both hands gripped his sword and sliced easily through three more hell hounds. A new group of marionettes entered followed by a strange smoke, making it difficult for the twins to see. "Shit!" Dante cursed, running up the wall and flipping backwards; he grabbed hold on the ceiling fan and turned it up as high as the wooden blades would allow. The smoke began to rise and the demons growled at Dante as he spun through the air, swords slicing like a blender on high. One was thrown clear and smashed into Vergil as he fought with a group of Marionettes.
"Gah!" He gasped, momentarily held down by the melting body. "Watch where you throw your corpses!" He hissed, Yamato taking out the last of the large demons and standing to watch Dante. His brother danced through the demons like they weren't there; arms twirling as if he was performing with silk ribbons. Dante was spinning on one knee, arms slicing through skull as the swords giggled and rejoiced. The last one fell and Vergil stared in slight awe at his younger brother. Dante was on one knee, his back arched backwards and arms out at both sides. He grunted quietly and stood, throwing the swords back into the wall, cracking his neck in a sigh. "Guess I'll clean this up tomorrow." He nodded to Vergil and sat back on the couch as Luis lay back down and go to sleep. "Nice job bro."
Vergil grinned and slid Yamato into its sheath. "You know Dante, you're graceful in your own way with those things."
Dante raised and eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. "Did you just compliment me? Because if you did I might have to be worried. Are you sick?" Vergil scowled and brushed the back of Dante's hand away from his forehead.
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
Vergil glared, "Can't you just be gracious about receiving a rare compliment from me?"
Dante's eyes rolled and he stood to bow at the waist, "Thank you all mighty one for recognizing me, I kiss your feet."
Vergil growled at him and turned away. "Baing-chood…" He mumbled under his breath, stomping up the stairs and turning the shower on.
"What did he just call me?"
Luis smirked softly, drifting slowly to sleep in the early darkness of the morning. "I do not think you want to know, Amigo."
"That didn't sound Spanish."
"Porque…it wasn't."
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After struggling with Cerberus for nearly an hour, Nero went to sleep with a painful hard-on and no possible way to get rid of it. His dream was full of pain and misery, Nero trembled in his sleep and mumbled softly.
Nero had never intended to hide in the chapel. He'd simply bolted from the emergency room, an orphan of blind velocity and questionable instinct. Sticking his head out into the hall he saw a crisscross of flashlight beams wavering quickly. Dante was running by, holding on to the side of stretcher with a couch strapped to it. That was when he saw the shadow that made him shout at him to run. The next second the shadow wasn't even touching the floor, it was flying across the far side of the room like a hawk at a field mouse and Dante-
Well, Dante was just gone.
Nero could hear his voice, calling his name and dropped to his knees, sobs breaking from his chest. "Nero…" The voice was soft and far away, Nero settled on the cold tiled floor. "Nerooo…." It was a little closer now, as if coming from above but in the pitch black hospital, he could see nothing. "Nero." It was a statement now, not a drawn out syllable.
"D-dante?" He moaned, hands clutching the sides of his head as tears slowly made their way to his eyes.
"NERO!" He bolted awake, realizing that he could now move. Dante sat on the bed beside him with a perplexed expression; hands holding on to the teen's shaking shoulders. "Nero, you were screaming. What's wrong?"
With out warning the boy began to sob and clutched tightly to Dante, arms wrapped around his massive shoulders. "F-fuck…" He moaned, eyes clenched shut as he buried his face in Dante's now clothed chest. 'Get a grip Nero, it was only a dream!' He screeched at him self and jerked away from Dante, wiping the tears roughly from his face. His nose wrinkled in disgust as he dazed at the elder slayer. "Why do you smell like demons? And how come you're covered in blood?"
"Oh…" Dante gazed down at himself and peeled off the soiled coat. "We had some visitors, Verge and I took care of it." His thumb traced Nero's lower lip gently. "You okay?"
Nero scowled and cleared his throat, throwing the covers off and sliding to the floor. "Nothing. Take a shower, you smell." New tears popped up in his eyes, his back towards Dante as he headed towards the closet. 'Don't be weak, Nero; not in front of him…'
The elder grunted and stood up, stripping his dirtied clothing. "Uh, sure." He waited awkwardly at the door; hand paused cautiously over the door knob. "Do you want to join me?"
The teen glanced over his shoulder and briefly admired the muscles covering Dante's back, his firm ass and long legs…why not? He was slightly shaken from the dream and Dante was the one offering… "Sure, be there in a minute."
He nodded and silently made his way to the bathroom, only pulling the door too as he turned the water on and stepped in. It began cold, cascading down his back in tiny ripples and puddling at his feet as it gradually grew warmer.
Nero stepped silently through the door, closing it behind him and letting his towel drop in a pile to the floor. He watched Dante for a moment, leaning against the wall as water dripped off his skin. 'He's beautiful.' Nero smirked to himself for such a silly thought and pushed the clear curtain aside, wrapping his arms around the elder's waist and pulling his chest flush to Dante's back.
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Another knock on the door, Luis groaned in sleep as Vergil gently stood and dropped Luis' head back onto the sofa. With a scowl, he tugged the door open ad was greeted by a small, balding, sweaty, angry Chinese man. "Dante?" Vergil shrugged and took the bag, tossing a small roll of bills at him before slamming the door shut.
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Once again, Nero was almost stunned by the beauty of the strong body in front of him; the lightly tanned skin, battle scars that made him shiver, his beautiful shaft… he wanted to feel it. "Dante, fuck me…" He sighed, letting his head lull back as water poured over his eyes.
"Don't have to tell me twice." He mumbled, pushing Nero against the slippery wall and lifting him up. The teen's legs wrapped around his lover's waist as he slid down and impaled himself on Dante's shaft. Nero forced himself to open his eyes, the sight of Dante's shaft pumping in and out of him made him painfully hard. His hands fisted in the shaggy, silver hair and their lips met in a hot kiss. Nero felt complete, his horrid dream fight back to the forefront of his mind as Dante thrust into his prostate.
Their moans became louder with each stroke; Nero buried his nails deeply into the scarred back, holding Dante sacredly to him. 'I want to feel as much of you as possible.' He thought silently, small tears mingling with water. "Oh god, oh oh…shit!" He screamed, throwing his head back as his eyes clenched shut.
"Not while I'm here." Dante warned with a small laugh, pumping few more times as his tunneled hand worked on Nero's hot erection.
The teen cursed loudly, cumming over their abs and Dante's hand. "Almost-" Dante grunted, thrusting roughly once more before his hot seed spilt into his young lover's ass. He paused a moment as Nero muttered something softly in the background. His nose twitched and he hopped out of the shower, Nero clinging to him.
"I'm not ready to-" Dante ran from the bathroom, still very much planted inside of Nero and dripping wet as he ran down stairs. Nero shouted profanities at him, trying to hide his face in Dante's neck since he dared not un-glomp himself.
"I smell food!" He shouted happily, traipsing into the living room with a bright red uke clinging to his torso.
Vergil cracked an eye at him from the couch, arms wrapped around a sleeping Luis. "Go put some clothes on…" He muttered, turning back to the TV and settling his head on the cushion.
"Dante," Nero growled in his ear, sinking his devil claws into the elder's back. "Go back upstairs, now." His jaw tensed as the teen gritted his teeth and blushed even though no one was looking at them.
"Pfft, fine. See if you get any food." He traipsed upstairs, Nero de-clinging once they got to the bedroom.
Just making his way back into the living room, Nero heard the shrill ring of the black phone and jumped across the room. He glanced around, then slammed his hand on the desk in an attempt to shoot the phone into the air. It jumped a little and a thin crack formed in the oak. He scowled, and picked it up.
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"Devil May Cry, this is Nero. How-" Dante walked down the stairs, watching Nero's face as it subtly changed from recognition, to anger, to dread. "Yes…oh god…I'll be there as soon as I can…ok, bye Credo." He dropped the phone to its cradle, hand resting on it for a moment before he turned o Dante; skin papery pale. "I have to go." His eyes seemed to glaze over and he looked through Dante, marching mechanically up the stairs.
"Nero?" Dante followed him slowly, watching as the boy quickly packed a small bag and threw the proper gear onto his back. "Nero, what's going on…"
His face was blank and he trailed back downstairs, sliding Red Queen onto his back and Blue Rose into its holster. "I have to go."
"Wait a minute, will ya!? I'll go with you." He struggled to tug his boots on, leaving his jacket open and leather pants unzipped as he hopped on one foot.
"I don't know when I'll be back." He ignored Dante's rambling, well, ignored Dante altogether, and gathered the keys to the black motorcycle.
"Wait!" He jolted out the door in just enough time to see the kid hop on the bike and take off down the street. It was black as pitch and the tail lights soon faded into nothingness. "Fuck." He turned back towards the office and pulled his boots on properly, fastening his pants and gathering weapons. Dante jotted a short note to Vergil on his desk and left with the keys to his Mustang. 'Must be in Fortuna if it was Credo calling.'
Alright boys and girls, another day another…chapter? I can't say dollar because no one pays me to write this crap. Any way, chapter 12 is ready to be posted so just leave a sweet lil review and it'll come up soon. Thanks for reading!!!