Ahhh, help me! I think I'm stuck in rabid fan girl mode...lmao Why you ask? Because I wrote TWO chapters in one sitting! lol Meaning Chapter 3 is already written, but I felt like being evil...lmao I'll post it this week though, I promise! Just want to work out some "kinks" (ok, pun intended) in it.
I originally intended this to be 3 chapters long. Nope, not gonna happen. Cause I got ideas for our two Hunter's after chapter 3...lol This is where the rabid fan girl comes into play. :D
So thanks for reading this so far and reviewing. I'm really glad you guys are liking this...lol The NEXT chapter goes into smexy territory so be warned. I love how it ends though...lmao Go Nero! Bahahahaha! You'll see!
Anyway, review and enjoy.
Homophobic No More
Chapter 2
At fifteen minutes past ten Dante and Nero strode across the street heading to the large neon lights that proclaimed they had found their destination. Love Planet.
Dante had spent the day cooped up inside when Nero was out working on the building, and finding reason's to be OUT of the office when Nero decided to call it quits for the night. He had made good and sure that they would not meet again until Dante knew they were close to being surrounded by a dozen beautiful women. It was a comforting feeling, and embarrassing. He was hiding... behind women with titty tassels...from Nero. I'll be damned...
The boy's eyes seemed to light up at the brightness of the neon sign, and the beautiful hostess who escorted them inside. Typical of this place all eyes were on them. Dante was use to this, considering he was on a first name basis with the entire staff. The girl's always knew that they would find kindness in his lap and in the money that flowed from his pockets. Call it sick, but he was well liked among the strippers.
"Dante!"
He saw a girl come hurriedly over on platform heals, her ample breasts practically falling out of the blue lace bra that barely held them in place.
"Hey Gina," he said with a wink before she pressed herself into his arms.
"Long time no see! What's it been, four months since you last came?" She asked with a smile as she pulled back to survey him.
"Closer to five I'd say. How's the family?"
"Wonderful of course. Lisa had her baby. A little girl named Jenna Marie, and my nephew Dakota learned his first word." She stammered on as she eyed him happily. Nero just looked on dumbfounded at the discussion they were having, not knowing if this was normal.
"Good to hear. Tell Lisa to come back soon, she's missed." Dante purred at the pretty brunette who just gave him a bubbly look back. Then Dante remembered why he was there. "Gina, this is my friend Nero."
Her eyes fell to Nero who seemed to redden at his introduction as a friend to the beautiful woman, especially when she gave him a once over with her eyes.
"I swear, another white haired man! Here I thought you were one of a kind?"
"You should see my twin brother," he smirked as he clapped Nero on the shoulder. Gina made a fuss over him, and hearing that Dante had a brother. Dante breathed a sigh of relief as things seemed normal. He had even managed to stop thinking about Nero once Gina had come along. It had been a while since he'd had a female companion, so maybe that was the answer to his mysterious attraction to Nero? He'd just spent too much time cooped up in close quarters with the kid.
"Hey guys, Dante's here! And he's brought fresh meat!" Gina called out to the room where fascinated eyes turned to give Nero a once over.
"If you would Gina, the kid is kind of new to all this..." Dante began, but she put a hand up.
"I hear ya. Hey Lovely!" She called out, and at this a petite blonde girl Dante had never seen before turned and smiled sweetly at them. She left her table of admirers and walked over to them. "Dante, Nero. This is the new girl Lovely."
"A pleasure," Dante said as he lifted her hand and kissed it smoothly, with only the merest brush of his tongue. It was his personal duty after all to break in the new ones, but for tonight he decided to let Nero have his day. She smiled lazily at him with a cute pink blush on her cheeks. She was perfect to help Nero forget his Kyrie woes and in doing so help Dante forget Nero.
Nero seemed very much at odds at seeing the sweet girl dressed in a white bra and panties that barely covered anything. He rubbed at his nose nervously and couldn't seem to look higher than her feet. Dante nudged him.
"Hi," he said automatically as he glanced at her, and then quickly back to her high heels.
"He's a cute one." Gina remarked as she gave a sidelong glance to Lovely. "What do you say, care to show Nero around?"
Lovely gently took his arm with a warm smile, and Gina followed suit to the dismay of the other girl's to latch onto Dante's.
They found a private booth, and while Nero seemed to be unable to adjust to this unknown situation once Dante had set a cold beer in front of him he seemed to ease a bit.
"Don't down it. I'm not dragging your ass home." Dante said as he pulled it away from eager fingers.
"I won't." Nero replied with an embarrassed look towards his companion. Dante gave him a look before allowing him to take the beer. Dante should've known kids cannot understand the meaning of control or moderation. Nero only needed a couple beers and he was looking a little too compliant to the girl beside him. Before he knew it the kid was looking drunk, obviously unable to hold his liquor.
"Y-you're much to pretty to be doing this." Nero sighed, a little too smitten with Lovely as she allowed him to lean against her breast. He had a dazed out smile on his face and the three couldn't help but laugh at him.
"He's much too sweet to be sitting in here tonight." Gina laughed as she knocked against Dante. Nero's eyes lifted to their side of the table as he waved his hand away before his eyes found Dante. He suddenly blushed and looked away.
"He really is a kid, isn't he?" Gina whispered as Lovely hugged Nero against her breasts like a cute little puppy she'd found. Nero did not object, but started laughing as Dante grinned back at him.
"Pure as the driven snow apparently. I brought him because his first girlfriend left him and he seemed pretty bummed about it," he said as he curled an arm around Gina's waist to pull her closer. He watched Nero and Lovely interacting and felt only a little bit of jealousy which was better than feeling a LOT of it he supposed. Mostly he was happy to see the boy laughing, which was a rarity whenever he saw him. He was use to cocky grins and smirks, but to see Nero really laughing in this unguarded way was soothing to him. Except it was Lovely who was causing it, not Dante.
"Gotta go, don't movie." Nero stammered as he suddenly stood. Lovely mouthed "movie?" over to Gina who only hid her laugh behind her hand as Nero crawled over the back of the booth...and headed straight for the women's room.
"Hey. No, no kid." Dante intervened as Nero began to grasp the door handle. He guided him towards the men's room and turned back to Gina to emote they'd be right back. Partly Dante wanted to make sure the kid wasn't arrested for indecent exposure in a women's bathroom, but maybe in the back of his head he had ulterior motives for following him
Dante had stood with his back to the kid as he attempted to use the urinal, but Nero was too fascinated by the blue urinal cake to do much of anything.
"Dante, it's staring at my..." He whispered as he turned to look back at Dante. "...and it smells like fruit." His eyes narrowed to a glare as he watched it before hissing down at it. "Fruit cake!"
"Trust me, it's not staring at it." He said with a smirk while thinking but I am. Some men had all the luck, and apparently Nero and he were two such lucky men in that department. Pity Nero had never cleaned his pipes properly. Maybe tonight he finally would... with Lovely... Hmmmm...
He helped him back to the table where the girl's were standing to wait for them.
"What do you say we get a back room and show the kid a good time?" Gina offered with an evil glint in her eyes. Nero nodded enthusiastically as Lovely took him from Dante's arms. He felt a twinge of annoyance at that but quickly pushed it aside as Gina touched his arm gently to lead him into the back.
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Dante was thoroughly enjoying his view, finally feeling like himself again. His eyes drifted to her hips as she undulated back and forth. Maybe the other reason he was finding the boy attractive was because he hadn't been laid in so long. Trish and he had come to an agreement that, while they cared deeply for each other, they were better off as friends. Too many issues rose from the fact she looked like his mother which seemed to bother HER more than it did him.
When she'd left he had been pretty down about it. Trish had been the first person he felt he could truly care for. After she left him Nero seemed to come around more. In fact, he seemed to come around more often after that strange kiss they had shared.
He would always hate to admit that during that kiss he had enjoyed it. Nero's attempt at a kiss that only had the boy's lips to his had been nice. He could still recall the feeling of those lips against his, so soft and untouched. The mere idea of what had come when Dante had taken over had fueled many wet dreams where Nikki disappeared and he had taken the boy over her desk littered with all those yaoi drawings he tried so hard to deny could ever happen.
Dante shivered at the thought which Gina no doubt thought was her expert lap dance that was guiding his desire. She turned around to straddle his lap and it was then over her smooth shoulder that Dante caught sight of Nero as he watched Lovely before him with a drunken smirk on his face.
The girl turned around and sat in his lap, and Dante couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the sight of Nero leaning his head back with his eyes closed as the girl ground on him. She leaned back against his chest, slightly to one side to avoid his bandaged arm and gently let her lips fall close to his ear as she continued her assault on her lower half.
Dante wasn't even paying attention to Gina anymore, but his eyes were hard set on Nero's look of drunken wantonness. It was quite obvious that Lovely was giving Nero special treatment, because she allowed him to touch her bare skin. Dante growled angrily at this, not really taking the time to think about the fact this was what he had wanted all along. But he was livid at the idea of Nero going home with this girl and what she was no doubt hoping would happen.
The image of him kissing Nero returned to burn itself in front of his eyes. The small quiver of the boys lips, the look of shock on his face and the feeling of those hands pressing against him in protest and exploration. His sensible side was telling him to calm down, but his impulse had always aced all.
"You OK doll?" Gina asked when she noticed Dante was not even focused on her at all. He barely heard her as Lovely licked the side of Nero's face with a girlish giggle and Nero's light blue eyes turned to gaze into hers. She licked his top lip playfully taking advantage of the drunken kid who had no real experience with women.
Then Dante snapped when the girl leaned back and French kissed the boy right on the mouth. The grinding he could stand, and the touching he could tolerate. His lips however... belonged to Dante since he'd stolen the boy's first kiss. He pushed Gina aside and grabbed the girl by her wrist to pull her off of him.
"HEY!" Lovely yelled as Dante pushed her to the other side of the room. Nero's head lifted to see where she had gone, and instead found Dante standing in front of him. He leaned down and grabbed Nero, pulling him up and over his shoulder.
"Yooo Dante, whazrong?" Nero asked with a bit of a laugh. "She so wanz me. Bye bye my lovely!" He continued as Dante took long and hard strides out of the room with the boy waving back at the confused women.
Dante did not stop until he was outside and could set the boy down to lean against one of the alley walls.
"Where are we? Why is it spinning?"
Dante just held him in place by the shoulders as he tried to catch his breath and control. Nero picked up a slack hand and tapped a finger on Dante's forehead with a giggle.
"Boop."
Dante stood and slapped his hand away, thoroughly pissed at that image still in his head as well as confirming the feelings for the boy weren't so easily quelled. Nero leaned forward a bit off balance when Dante took a step from him and Dante had to catch him to stop him from falling.
Dante held him close to try and hide the rage that was brewing within and to take comfort in the kid's drunken embrace. He really wanted to take advantage of Nero. REALLY wanted to. His grip tightened and he pulled the boy's body to him with a shiver. As long as he didn't look at the boy's face close up he could control himself. He could feel their groins pressed together and let out a hot gasp. Fight it... Fight it...
"You smell nice," the kid said as he nuzzled into Dante's coat. "Burnt wood and soap. You smell like that a lot, ya know?"
"What?!" Dante asked as he pushed him back to observe him at arm's length.
"She kissed me," he continued as he wobbled a bit. "It was wet, but it just wasn't the same... Why is it not the same Dante? There is something... wrong with me... I..."
Nero's voice caught in his throat as he began to cry, leaning forward onto Dante as he grasped onto his coat desperately. His knees practically buckled but Dante's possessive hold on him was strong enough to keep him. Dante stood not knowing what to do or say. He wanted to take advantage of the kid, but he was crying. Somehow that never played into any of his dreams.
"What are you muttering about?" Dante asked testily.
"I'm a freak, aren't I?" Nero asked as he squeezed Dante's coat a little more, pressing his face to hide in the hunter's shoulder.
"If you're a freak then I'm definitely one," he sighed in response as he put a hand at the back of the boys head.
"I'm sorry I ruined it for you." Nero said finally pulling back long enough to look up at Dante. "You even let me drink and now look at me. Tell your friends I'm sorry..."
Dante watched his teary blue eyes and it pained him. Nero hadn't ruined anything, and he had no idea that Dante was glad to have the chance to get out of the place to be alone with him. He didn't want to know what would've happened if he'd let Nero leave with that girl. Probably the same thing that happened when Dante too came to find comfort in places like this. He realized though that he had never been comforted at all by it because it was all meaningless sex. Even if he was friends with the ladies, it still only seemed to make things worse.
He realized he'd thrust his lifestyle on the innocent kid and suddenly felt a pang of shame. If Nero had gone through with going home with Lovely he too would've woken with the kind of hollowness Dante wouldn't wish on anyone.
"C'mon kid, let's go home already," he said softly as he allowed Nero to lean on him for support. Nero nodded solemnly and held onto Dante as the two walked back to Devil May Cry.
By the time they made it back only silent tears were falling down the kids face. He helped him in and up to his room.
"You get some sleep." Dante said as he knelt down to help undo the kid's boots. He felt Nero watching him silently as he began to undo the buckles and zippers keeping his jacket and shirt on. He said nothing when Dante helped slip him out of them. Dante paused at the idea of taking the kids pants off and instead grabbed the shirt he'd worn the night before to help him into it. If the kid wanted his pants off he'd have to do that himself.
Nero still had said nothing when Dante had turned to leave the room, and yet he could feel the weight of the boy's stare on his back as he left. But if Nero wanted to talk more, or needed something then he didn't voice it as Dante silently shut the door behind him.
In his own room Dante laid back on his bed and thought of the boys words.
I'm a freak... aren't I?
Not in Dante's eyes he wasn't, but he knew where it stemmed from. Dante had rarely met another half demon like himself and Vergil. At least demon's in their numerous breeds and races had enough to be amongst peers while growing up. It was never this way for himself, Vergil and possibly even Nero. Dante knew all too well how cruel being different was. As an adult he was now use to the odd stares he received from people. At least now it was interest from women and jealously from men because their women were interested in him.
He though had someone to go to who understood and could steer him in the right direction while growing up. Nero had lived among human's who, while capable of loving him for his unique features, would never truly understand the boy. Not in the way Dante did. This was why he was feeling so low at leaving Nero alone while he was obviously in pain. He would've liked to have comforted him, but he would always wonder where his intentions lay in doing so.
Dante sat up and pulled his shirt off, unbuckled his jeans and got into a comfy pair of pajama bottoms. He was standing in the bathroom adjacent to his room brushing his teeth when he was startled to see Nero standing in the mirror behind him.
Dante almost choked on his mouthwash as the kid stood shirtless in only boxers and his pants trailing around his ankles. He wanted to laugh, but feared the acidic mouth wash would burn his nose and throat.
"I can't find my pants." Nero seemed to pout as he stared at Dante with blurred vision. Dante finally couldn't contain it and spit all over the sink and mirror as he laughed holding onto the sink for support. "Whazzo funny?"
Nero took a small shuffle forward, trapped by the pants still desperately holding onto his ankles and Dante just continued to laugh uncontrollably at the sight of the boy shuffling.
"It's NOT funny! I'm cold!"
"Calm down, don't get your pants in a bind." Dante said breathless as he tried to control his laughter. He stepped forward and bent down to help Nero remove himself from the offending pants. Nero balanced himself by holding Dante's shoulder as he navigated his legs free to stand in only his boxers and socks. "There, you're free. Now go to bed."
Nero nodded and left the bathroom. Dante finished up before stepping back into his room...to find Nero in his bed.
"What are you doing?" Dante asked with his hands on his hips.
"I'm cold," he replied with the blankets pulled up over his nose with only his glazed over and red eyes noticeable above it.
"How can you be cold in this heat? Dude.. Your room is down the hall," he reminded him as he came to stand next to Nero. He began to pull the covers back, but Nero had a tight grip on them.
"C'mon, let me stay here tonight. I'm just getting warm," he said in a shivery voice.
"Aren't you afraid to get my old man germs?"
"No, your germs died off centuries ago, and my generation is highly vaccinated. I think I'll be safe." He yawned tiredly as he watched Dante pointedly through heavy eyes. Dante debated the situation as the boy nestled further into his bed.
Could he possibly keep control all night with Nero THAT close to him? Not likely, but then again it would be proper punishment for almost pawning Nero off on that girl purely to save his own pride. He remembered the sight of Nero's crying face and only shook his head with a deep sigh.
He walked over to the other side of the bed to turn off the lamp beside it. When he sat down he paused for a minute before pulling the covers up and sliding beneath them. He purposely turned away from Nero who was faced away from him as well. A large gap lay between them as Dante hugged the edge of his bed to prevent any contact from being made.
"Dante?" Nero's voice asked as he heard him turn onto his back.
"Hmm?" He responded in a pretend sleepy voice.
"I just wanted to say thanks. For what you tried to do for me tonight, and for not kicking me out." Nero whispered into the darkness of the room.
"There's always tomorrow."
Nero chuckled and punched Dante's shoulder.
"Jack ass," he laughed.
"Go to bed already." Dante barked at him as his arm throbbed slightly from the "love tap" Nero had given him.
He tensed as he felt Nero turn inward and curl up mere inches from the back of Dante's neck. He huffed disapprovingly but only pulled the covers up over his head. He would take the torment of the kid breathing on his neck all night if he had to. And if he should feel the overwhelming urge to hold the boy down and taste him... well... he wouldn't think on that just now.
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He wasn't sure what time it was, but knew it was still dark out since he could not see any detail of the person kissing him except for the bright vibrancy of the clawed hand currently close to the side of his face. Someone was straddling him, rubbing against him and breathing hard against his lips as one crushing kiss made way for another, and another.
His hands reached up and found the lithe back with his fingertips, running his hands over each undulating muscle as he groaned against the forceful mouth. Soon he heard a growl of displeasure and the bright devil hand grabbed a hold of his wrist and pushed it down above his head. Another hand in the darkness followed suit with his other and he had to groan in protest at being confined when all he wanted was to touch, explore, and please.
Another crushing kiss as the face above him moved this way and that, rolling his tongue against his own in wanton exploration. He leaned his body up, bucking his hips against his straddler's. They let out a loud moan against his lips, a lapse in judgment as he rolled them over and trapped them beneath his crushing weight.
"Don't," the voice called from the darkness as it wrestled with suddenly being dominated. He didn't care though, because they had started this. He captured the mouth to shut them up, finally getting his chance to explore the taught body beneath him as he feverishly ground his hips into the others.
They cried out at his violent assault, pulling him down with the luminescent hand and arching their torso as he kissed his way down to their collar and down to lick a supple nipple. Another cry, a growl of frustration, and a buck upwards of their hips.
"Dante..." the male voice beneath him gasped out to the darkness as he swirled his tongue in a circular motion with his hand traveling down the stomach muscles that seemed to clench at his touch.
"Yes?" Dante growled as his hand sat just at the waistband of the boxer shorts concealing the hardness of him.
"What the HELL?!"
The sudden yell snapped Dante out of his dream to find Nero sitting next to him with a questionable look on his face.
"Quiet down, I'm trying to sleep," he growled as he turned over to try and get that dream back.
"You pervy old man! Care to explain this?!" Nero growled as he pulled Dante back to face him again. Dante let a blurry eye open and looked to where Nero was indicating. He had a sticky stain on the back of his boxers. Dante couldn't help but laugh, shoving his face into his pillow. "It's NOT funny! What the hell am I even doing in here?"
Dante laid on his stomach, tucking his arms under his pillow to get some height so he could look at Nero. He didn't know why, but after that dream and his apparent release he was feeling playful.
"You don't remember last night?" He said as vaguely as he could. Nero eyed him, then suddenly his face went slack.
"I-I didn't..."
"You did." Dante finished for him.
"N-No way! I would've remembered!" Nero argued as he turned 10 shades of red and pink. Dante only let out another loud laugh and it seemed to anger Nero.
"I'm only kidding. You wouldn't take no for an answer when I told you to go back to your room, so I let you stay. What did you think I was talking about?" Dante grinned at him with a smug look on his face. Nero hissed and hit him with his pillow.
"Where's my clothes?" He growled when he remembered he was only in his boxers.
"Scattered. How am I supposed to know where you leave them when you're drunk?"
Nero turned to get off the bed and as he made to stand up Dante hooked his finger into the back of the boy's boxers, causing them to pull down exposing the boy's cheeks for the world to see. Nero smacked at his hand and wrenched them up.
"Stop messing around!" He growled as he went off to find the remainder of his clothing with a cute blush on his face. Dante continued laying in bed thinking about that dream. He had survived the night without touching the boy, but apparently in his subconscious he had still misbehaved. He had to stifle a laugh as he wondered if he'd dry humped the boy in his sleep. He had the oddest taste in his mouth too. He licked a bit and found it tasted like pizza. While that was not at all unusual for him he did not recall having any since his first night with Nero.
He could hear the shower going after a while and decided to go into his bathroom to do the same. Somehow he was feeling high, but he couldn't really place it. He had gone farther with Nero in his other dreams and yet this was the first time he hadn't woken up feeling so utterly frustrated and hopeless. Maybe it was waking to the real Nero still by his side.
At one point when Dante couldn't sleep the night before he just laid looking up at the ceiling. He could hear the boy's deep breathing beside him but did not dare look at him. He didn't need to though when Nero turned him into a body pillow. He had laid his head on Dante's chest as the devil hunter lay with his hands behind his head. He could feel the boy's soft cheek against his nipple and seriously had to restrain himself every time the boy nuzzled against it. He would have to get Nero drunk more often.
He was proud to say he did not give into the temptation that presented itself, although he could not speak for himself once he was asleep. Maybe he had been spooning against Nero and his dream caused him to lose control. It was innocent enough since he was asleep when it happened. If something did occur Nero didn't seem to recall it at all. Dante was still safe. As long as Nero never knew about his feelings towards him things would be fine.
Dante let the warm water wash away those thoughts as he contemplated when Nero would go back to Fortuna. A part of him wanted to offer Nero a place to live at Devil May Cry. He could be useful at Dante's beckon call for missions that required an extra... hand. There in lay the issue with having Nero so close. Dante knew this control he woke up with would not last forever when faced with days and nights with the boy by his side. Eventually he would take advantage of him and Nero would end up getting hurt. Dante couldn't let that happen. It wasn't a matter of pride anymore, but a need to protect the kid from Dante's perverted world.
He left the shower to get dressed in a pair of pants and not much else. He'd loaned Nero his last clean shirt so he decided to revert back to the shirtless look until he could get a load of laundry done. It was supposed to be in the 90's today anyway, and considering Dante had no air conditioning he would definitely be feeling it.
He walked downstairs to find Nero sitting on the couch...with a packed duffle bag beside him and arm concealed in a bandaged. Nero's eyes shifted to him guiltily before he stood.
"I'm heading home today." Nero said quickly.
"I see." Dante replied nudging his face towards the boy's bag as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. Those words stung almost as badly as the look on the kids face did. Last night the boy had been freaked at the thought of returning, and now he was all ready to go back? Bullshit.
"I'll send someone to fix the front of the shop as soon as I get back to Fortuna," he added with a small smile.
"Not necessary."
"But it's my fault it's broken."
"It is," he agreed as he turned to stand by his desk. "But I don't want some stranger poking their nose into my business. If you want to go back then go. I'll do it myself."
"Are you mad or something? I thought you wanted me to go back!" Nero asked confused.
Dante was mad. He HAD wanted the kid to go home, but was at least planning on keeping him around for another day... or two... or three. Damn it all.
"Just go home kid, I have work to do."
Yes, good. Maybe if he were strict with him Nero wouldn't be so comfortable around him, which in turn would make their contact both physically and emotionally less than it had been. He had gotten way closer to him in the past two days then he ever intended to get with a potential lover. Even his female companions had never gotten this much of his attention. He preoccupied too much of Dante's mind to be healthy. Maybe going cold turkey was exactly what he needed to forget these feelings.
"Yeah, well whatever old man," he growled with a glare hardening his boyish features. He turned and picked up his duffle before opening the front door and slamming it behind him. Dante walked to the door with a heavy sigh.
"It will be easier this way," he said as he touched the slightly splintered door just across from the partially patched wall. He could finally breathe a sigh of relief at not having to walk on eggshells with the boy wandering his home, sleeping in his bed, and making his body go crazy with the want of him.
Yes, it would be better for them both, because Dante was sure if he saw him come back through that door again that he would lose it. Between his lust for him, anger at him leaving, and the stifling heat that was already causing him to perspire he was sure it was a deadly combination.
Dante moved away from the door and before he had taken two steps it opened again. He turned to see Nero poking his head back in. His eyes caught sight of Dante so close to the door with a confused look.
"Forget something?" Dante asked dryly.
"Uhh, yeah." Nero said as he took a step back in. He awkwardly reached out and gave Dante a one armed hug. "Even if you are pissed. For what it's worth, thanks."
Dante sighed and swallowed hard. He had let his guard down once the boy was gone so he wasn't prepared for his sudden closeness. He wrapped his arms around his waist to pull his body into his own as he buried his face in his shoulder. Calm down, just let him go.
"Dante?" Nero asked sounding a little squeezed. He leaned his head back to look at him questioningly. Nero fidgeted in his arms as Dante pulled back, determined to fight this. Until his eyes locked on Nero's. Dante moved forward quickly, pressing Nero against the door.
"Owww, hey!" Nero laughed nervously. "I'm sorry if you're mad. I'll just leave if you want me gone so badly."
Dante leaned his head down to rest against the boy's chest and shook it quickly.
"What's wrong with you?" Nero asked at his odd behavior.
"Nero." Dante sighed as he looked down at his shoes.
"What?"
Dante slowly lifted his head, knowing full well he was straddling the line between friend and lover but somehow he didn't care.
"Forgive me," he whispered before crushing the boy's mouth with his own. Nero's only free hand came up to push at him as Dante invaded his comfort zone, pressing him hard against the door as he hungrily took his mouth.
Here's a fun tidbit for you. I'd never bothered to look the term "yaoi" up to see where it comes from. So I used Wiki to find the answer...lol This makes me laugh so hard.
"Yaoi is an acronym created in the dÅjinshi market of the late 1970s and popularised in the 1980s standing for "YAma nashi, Ochi nashi, Imi nashi", "No climax, no point, no meaning". This phrase refers to how yaoi, as opposed to the "difficult to understand" shonen-ai of the Year 24 Group focussed on "the yummy parts"." -Wikipedia
-snicker- Until Chapter 3!