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As I mentioned previous there is more to this story. In fact, I've begun writing chapter 4. No, it's not close to being finished, but just know there is more to this story. :D Oh, and there is an actual yaoi scene in this chapter so cover your eyes if you don't want it...lmao Then again if you're reading this and you DON'T like yaoi...then why are you reading this?! Hopefully it means I've converted you! lol Right, oh yaoi not liking beta reader of mine?

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So enjoy! Hopefully you guys will be entertained...lmao.

Homophobic No More

Chapter 3

"What the...," Nero gasped once Dante gave him a chance, but when he opened his mouth Dante took advantage of it and slid his tongue inside. He heard Nero groan in protest and it brought his dream the night before to the surface. Nero pushed at Dante's chest and tried to find the breath but Dante was overwhelming him on purpose.

Finally Nero got a hand free and punched Dante hard in the jaw. The older man turned at the punch only to look back at Nero with a slightly bloody lip.

"Get a hold of yourself!" Nero growled at him. Dante wiped the blood that dripped from his mouth with a small smirk.

"I'd rather get a hold of you." Dante said as he licked the cut on his lip, eyes focused on Nero.

At that Nero turned to pull the door open angrily, but Dante caught his hand and turned him around to eye him with predatory lust. He had finally lost control as he stared at the boy. He flicked his tongue against his mouth and it only seemed to anger Nero more.

"Fight," he breathed against the boy's neck as he kissed the vein along the side of it and felt Nero quiver.

"What?" Nero asked confused, a deep sigh in it somewhere. Dante's hand found the zipper to the kid's shirt and slowly pulled it down. Nero began trying to move his hands away as he laid his head on Dante's shoulder, pressing his body away from his.

"Stop me Nero. I can't..." Dante continued before pressing the kid back hard and practically ripping the zipper down. Nero had the power to stop him, and some part of Dante was still struggling with what he was trying to do. His hand pushed at his shoulder as Dante leaned down to kiss the skin of his collarbone while his other hand snaked its way down to the belt of his jeans.

"No..." Nero growled before biting Dante hard on the shoulder. He let out a cry of pain, distracted enough for Nero to push him off with such force it sent him to back into the couch where he fell when the arm struck the back of his knees. Nero was beside him in a split second, breathing like a bull and lifting his fist.

"Do it," he growled from beneath the boy as he held his fist in the air. "C'mon, hit me! I'll do it again if you don't!" Dante warned desperately. At that Nero let his hand make contact with Dante's face, punching him over and over without restrain.

Dante took every single punch, hoping with each new blow it would quell his urge but it only seemed to make him want to grab the boy and pin him down. He finally reached up with a growl and grabbed the boy's wrist, pulling, causing Nero to lean over him as they both breathed hard. Dante moved his wrist to his other hand, and before Nero could say a word he reached his hand down and grasped the boy between his thighs.

Nero let out a muffled grunt as he leaned over Dante, trying to get his arm free but the devil hunter had such a grip on him he could not break it while his Devil Bringer was still wrapped tightly in its bandage. Dante began to feel him through the fabric and watched with flushed cheeks at the look of confusion on the boy's beautiful face. There was no denying that he felt his touch and liked how it felt. As if it was written in his body language and the way his mouth opened slightly to gasp every time Dante moved against him.

"I'm so sorry," he sighed against the boy's hair as it came down to rest against his chest.

"Dante, please." Nero begged with a desperate voice that seemed to vibrate with the changing movements of the older man's strokes. Dante lifted his hand under the boys chin and drew it upward to stare eye to eye with him.

"Stop me then," he purred against his lips before taking them again softly. This time Nero leaned in, moaning against the kiss as Dante's hand moved back down to slide inside the fabric to touch his swollen need directly. Nero bit his lip and it only made Dante more determined. He could feel him caving, slowly but surely.

In a swift motion Dante got out from under the kid and turned him on all fours. He let out a cry of surprise and tried to crawl from Dante's reach. He had the wrong idea though, because when Dante pulled him back he did not undress the boy, but merely leaned against his back as he continued to stroke him.

Nero put a hand back to press against Dante's stomach, to get him away from his rear. Dante only leaned down to whisper reassurances in his ear as he grasped his hand and lead it to his own fly.

"I won't hurt you Nero. Touch me." Dante whispered kissing the back of the boy's neck above his collar. Nero groaned at these words and quickly turned himself onto his back before his own hand could be lead to Dante's flesh. He tried to kick up at Dante but he caught his ankles as he let go of his lower half.

"If you go any further," the boy began as he eyed Dante from his laying position with heaving chest slightly concealed by the sling and unzipped shirt. "I'll never forgive you."

Dante looked down at him mournfully before rubbing his cheek against the boys raised ankle, kissing the fabric there lightly with the makings of red eyes.

"Even if I don't... you won't forgive me anyway," he said softly. He took hold of the boy's erection and Nero twitched at feeling that hot warmth against him again. He threw his head back in frustration, mimicking the move he'd made the night before as he'd touched himself on this very couch. He gave in, allowing his body to go slack as he took the pleasure being offered to him.

At seeing Nero's compliance Dante reached down and released himself from his own pants, using his other hand to keep a steady rhythm on himself as the one he was using on the boy. Nero's eyes were glazed over, his head moving from side to side as he tried to contain his voice.

"Let me hear your voice." Dante requested as he leaned over him on all fours, keeping himself up by removing his hand from himself. Nero bit his lip and shook his head. "Please..."

Dante felt his swelling appendage rubbing against the hand that held Nero and decided to switch tactics. He remained over the boy as he took them both in his one hand, pressing their skin together as the boy's hips involuntarily shuddered against him. Dante hissed painfully at the contact. He needed release, and soon.

"Dante," the boy moaned as his hand came up to press against Dante's abs. He tried to ignore it; he had to concentrate on Nero. He didn't deserve his own pleasure at seeing what he was doing to the boy. Surely the kid would never speak to him again. Now all that mattered was being as close to Nero as he could and savoring it while the boy would let him.

Nero's hands slid down and Dante's eyes opened at feeling the boys thumb on his own head, sliding down the opening. He looked directly into the boy's face. He was sweaty from their fighting and red from his own passion with only a little bit of blue peaking beneath heavily lidded eyes. Dante had to swallow at just how erotic the boy looked.

"Stop staring at me," he growled up at him with heavy breath.

"No." Dante argued. Nero sneered at him and grabbed a hold of Dante's throbbing member, causing his entire body to spasm at the sheer pressure the boy was applying. "Nero, stop." When his eyes opened though he saw a glimmer of something in the boys eyes as he squeezed him again. "Fuck..."

Dante began to thrust into the boy's hand, but in retaliation returned the favor by squeezing Nero as he stroked him faster. The boys head flew back as a strangled cry left his lips. Dante grabbed his face and pulled it back down so he could cover his cries with his own mouth, and shockingly Nero dominated the kiss by shoving his tongue forcefully against Dante's as the two continued to fondle one another.

"I'll kill you." Nero growled against his mouth as his body arched up against him, his legs spreading wide under Dante's weight.

"I could stop," he murmured in return.

"Don't you fucking dare. Finish it so I can kick your ass." Nero said angrily, punishing Dante by letting him go, his hand going to press against his shoulder again. Dante leaned forward with heavy breath and an anguished moan at losing the boys touch. He distracted himself by pushing the side of Nero's shirt away to uncover the boy's chest and leaned down to nuzzle his nipple. "I'm not a woman you know."

Dante licked at it, nibbled lightly and grinned as Nero arched his chest into his mouth while his free hand pressed down at the back of Dante's head. He chuckled against him at this sudden invitation.

"Shut it," he sighed as he let another cry out when Dante bit down around it lightly. "Fuck, Dante... I... stop..."

He never got to finish the thought though as Dante felt warm wetness cover his stomach and hand while the boys body arched up to buck against him violently. He let out a string of swear words Dante had never heard the boy use. Nero reached down and suddenly squeezed hold of Dante again and the combination of his sudden touch, pressure and the look on Nero's face at his release caused Dante to lose it all over the boy's pants, chest and jacket.

Dante slumped down on the boy's chest, their hands still stuck between them on each other as they gasped for air. The heat of the room was 10 times worse with their excersion as their bodies melded together, sweating from every pore to mix with the other.

"Get off," came Nero's voice at a distance, gruff and worn out. Dante felt his slick arm pull up from between them and he wasn't sure what exactly the boy planned to do with it. But soon he heard the boy messing with fabric and before he could blink the boy's demonic hand was free and wrapped around Dante's throat.

"Hey!" Dante growled as the boy flipped him onto his back. Nero was glaring down at him as his claws dug into Dante's neck angrily.

"What did you expect? For me to take it like a girl? I TOLD you not to do it!" He yelled down at him with steadily reddening eyes. Dante couldn't respond to that because he wasn't sorry he'd done it.

"I hate you... What the HELL were you thinking?!"

Dante's hands came up to try and break the hold the boy had on him, pressing up at his face. Nero leaned over to press his hands down, to prevent him from getting control of him again. They struggled as Nero straddled him to hold him down better, finally getting a hold of Dante's hands and pressing them over his head as he leaned over him.

Dante just stared up at the boy as they both breathed hard. Nero closed his eyes tightly, in a pained manor and Dante flinched as a tear fell just on his cheek.

"I hate you," he repeated softly as he opened his eyes to peer down at him. Without warning Nero pressed down and captured his mouth to Dante's shock, giving him a hard kiss that Dante never thought the boy would even know how to do. Then he quickly pulled away when Dante moaned with a mortified expression on his face. "Fuck... fuck, fuck."

He let go of Dante and took off. Rather than grabbing his stuff up and heading out the door the boy went to opposite direction. He ran two at a time up the stairs and slammed the door to the room that once was his. Leaving Dante confused and staring at the ceiling with Nero's tear still falling down his cheek.

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Dante remained laying on the couch, not sure for how long. He was too focused on the visage of Nero leaning over him with that look of pain and confusion. By the time he did rise the boy's tear had all but dried on his face.

Dante cursed and put a hand to his head. A part of him couldn't believe what had just happened, and another part was still savoring it. Boy was he messed up in the head.

He had to try and make this better, even if it proved fruitless. Even if Nero came at him again and tried to kill him. Damn, maybe that was what he deserved after breaking the boy's trust in him.

He tried his best to clean himself of the evidence of his crime, before he slowly ascended the stairs to where the boy had run. He knocked gently and when he received no answer he let himself in, finding the door was...unlocked.

"Hey kid I-" Dante began when he realized that Nero was laying face down in his pillow.

"Go away," he mumbled into it without moving his head off it.

"Not likely, this is my home after all." Dante said wearily as he closed the door behind him and came to sit next to Nero on the bed. The boy practically fell off when he realized Dante was there beside him. "Calm down."

"Calm down?! How the hell do you expect me to calm down after…? Gah!" Nero yelled as he threw his pillow so hard at Dante that when he ducked to avoid it the thing exploded in a shower of feathers against the wall.

"Listen."

"No, YOU listen! This is all your fault! What happened with Kyrie, and what happened downstairs. You're like a CURSE!" Nero growled as he grabbed Dante by his shoulders angrily.

"I can't be blamed if Kyrie wanted to take her business elsewhere. That much you can't blame on me." Dante stated calmly.

"Oh yeah? How come I can't even feel excited when I think of Kyrie anymore huh? Why is it that when the moment I'd been dreaming of for most of my life presented itself in the form of her lips I felt NOTHING! It's YOUR fault!" Nero growled.

"Wait… what?" Dante asked confused. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

Nero released him and stood to pace the floor with a frustrated look on his face.

"How the hell should I know? I'm not supposed to understand any of this! You're the adult here, so you tell me why after you forced that kiss on me it's all I can think about? It hasn't been the same since..."

Suddenly Nero's words in his drunken stupor came to mind.

Why is it not the same Dante? There is something... wrong with me...

Nero had been telling Dante last night outside of Love Planet that since he'd kissed Dante he couldn't feel the same as before and...thought something was wrong with him. His feelings mirroring Dante's own over the past couple of months.

Dante stood and walked over to where Nero was pacing. When he put a hand out to stop him Nero pulled back from him.

"What are you doing?!" He snapped with wide eyes.

"Are you telling me that you...like me?" Dante asked.

"HELL no! I could never... Well… Shut up." Nero yelled when Dante started laughing. "Stop messing with me!"

Nero reached out to punch him and Dante caught his devil arm in his own.

"Messing with you?"

"Yeah... You told me we couldn't talk about it after that kiss. YOU created the rule and yet what you just did downstairs. It's not fair!" He snapped before trying to pull his hand free.

"You thought I was teasing you?!" Dante asked perplexed.

"Of course! You said yourself that you would never see me that way so why else would you have done it?"

Dante pulled the boy close even when he protested.

"Dude, you have no idea do you?" Dante smirked as he stared down at the boy's blue eyes. He leaned down to kiss him softly, but Nero pushed him away.

"Stop that! I told you I'm NOT a woman!"

"No shit." Dante chuckled as he let his hand fall to the boy's newly acquired erection. "This tells me otherwise." Nero slapped his hand away.

"Stop already. Don't you get it yet? You're the cause of ALL of this. God, that first night here and then last night," he rambled on before his breath hitched and a hand covered his mouth. He looked at Dante as if he'd given up all his secrets in a single second.

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing. Forget it." Nero replied guiltily as he looked away.

"Fuck that, what about that first night? You... you KNEW I was there didn't you?" Dante demanded when the boy wouldn't look at him.

"How the hell could I not? You don't go shoving your tongue in someone's mouth while they're sleeping and expect they won't wake up! You perverted old man!"

Dante stood silently staring at the back of the kid's head, and then he burst out laughing. Nero turned around and gaped at him incredulously with his deep blush still apparent.

"So let me get this straight. You LET me jerk you off and then, knowingly let me watch you finish? The other night too, that wasn't a dream I had so much as transference of what was really going on outside of them... Am I correct?"

"NO I didn't LET you. I really thought you'd gone back upstairs by the time I got started. I figured you'd done it because of all the beer you had before you went to bed." Nero replied as he slumped against the wall with a bright red face.

"My tolerance is greater than that. The fact of the matter was that you let me do it because you wanted me to... Last night too..."

Dante came to stand before Nero as his eyes looked everywhere but at him. He lifted a hand to draw his face to look up at him.

"I was drunk; I didn't know what I was doing." Nero said softly, allowing his face to be raised but his eyes never seemed to follow suit. "I got up to get because I felt hungry, got some pizza and when I came back up you were laying there uncovered and in a state of arousal. My head was clouded over and..."

"...you took advantage of me. You dirty little kid." Dante grinned as he pressed in closer. That explained the pizza taste from that morning. It gave a whole new meaning to pizza fetish.

"I didn't WANT to. I lay back down beside you and next thing I know you were all over me. I had to get you under control but then I lost my own."

"You tried to mount me, didn't you?" Dante laughed.

"Didn't try, so much as did..." Nero blushed a violent red and Dante's jaw hung open in disbelief.

"Don't worry; I stopped myself before things went too far. I'm not a pervert like you." Nero said quickly at the look on Dante's face. "You moaned like a woman. It was funny."

The first smile since the night before crossed his mouth and it only made Dante narrow his eyes as he surveyed him. All this time Dante thought he was the asshole for taking advantage of the kid when in fact NERO had taken advantage of him. Not once, but TWICE.

"You smug little bastard...," he chuckled as he took another step forward.

"Don't get any ideas..." Nero flinched when Dante reached his arms out, but rather than attacking him he put his hand behind the boys head and drew him close in a hug.

"I'm so relieved. I'm not the only one."

Nero stood frozen in the hunter's embraced, not too sure what to make of it.

"I like you kid... Nero. Even if you only think I'm a pervy old man." Dante continued as he ran his finger's through Nero's soft hair.

"H-hey, stop acting like this. You're embarrassing me." Nero protested weakly as Dante's hold on him became tighter. He hid his face in Dante's shoulder.

"For someone who hates me, you seem pretty eager. Even after all your protesting you kept coming back here and hanging out with me even when we fought." Dante chuckled as he pulled back but not letting go of Nero.

"I like it here."

"Do you now?"

Nero nodded, unable to look at Dante.

"All my life I could feel everyone staring at me like I was some freak in a side show. Even Kyrie's parents didn't understand how their looks towards me could cut like a knife..." Nero said with a downcast face.

"Hey..." Dante began trying to pull the kid back into his embrace but Nero only shook his head.

"Let me finish! The minute I saw you, crashing through the cathedral ceiling I felt the first sense of hope that I had ever known. My anger towards you stemmed from what you did by killing his holiness and approaching Kyrie. I finally met someone like me, and my first impression of you was what I always feared I was."

"Good looking?"

"Evil...," he said pointedly up at him. "I've wrestled with my good conscience even when my arm began to whisper things to me about power. Somehow I learned to control it, and in doing so always wondered if that meant I was good controlling evil or evil controlling evil."

"Do you really think I'm evil?" Dante asked slightly hurt at these words.

"Back then, before I knew you. Of course I did. I didn't know your purpose in the grand scheme of things. When we fought, and you let me go with Yamato I again felt that twinge of hope. Since we ended it and since we have come to know each other for the first time I can feel that hope all the time. In Fortuna I am cast out as a thing, but when I'm with you I'm normal. You don't treat me with caution..."

"...although after what's occurred I'm beginning to think I should." Dante chuckled as he interrupted him. Nero smirked a bit at that.

"When that whole thing happened with Nikki though I looked up to you and hoped that I could be more like you. Not the perverted old man, but the guy who would joke with me and invite me on missions even when he didn't have to. I guess you could say despite my outward way of treating you I considered you like a brother. When you kissed me though...," he sighed heavily as he leaned himself against the wall behind him.

"I hear ya. Not so brotherly thoughts eh? Unless of course we're talking yaoi as well as incest. Damn rabid fan girls." Dante grinned as he leaned forward, one hand sitting flat against the wall on the side of Nero's head.

"I like you Dante, even if you're mean, perverted and drink way too much."

"Makes me easier to take advantage of eh?" Dante grinned as he leaned into the boy's face. He could see the vein twitching madly in Nero's neck, a sure indication his heartbeat matched his own.

The two stood close to each other, with Dante trying to catch the boy's eye and Nero resolutely looking at their feet.

"This feels so weird." Nero said as he felt Dante's hand come up to lift his face.

"No shit. Never thought I would be here with a guy." Dante chuckled nervously. Was he really going to...? He swallowed hard as he felt the boy's breath against his lips.

"Wait!" Nero suddenly yelled, causing Dante to groan as he laid his head on his shoulder.

"What is it now?" He growled.

"If we're going to do this, I mean... You know. We have to set some ground rules." Nero said quickly. Dante stood to his full height and just eyed him.

"Rules?" He said distastefully. "How about we just get out of these clothes and discuss rules later?"

Nero glared at him pointedly and Dante rolled his eyes before turning and sitting on the bed.

"OK, what are your rules?" He sighed. Nero stood looking thoughtfully before coming to stand over him.

"Firstly... Don't think just because I like you that I'm going to turn into your bitch or anything. I will NOT grovel at your feet or beg. So just forget that."

Dante smirked up at him.

"Secondly, bare in mind I AM a man and if you try to mess with me I will rip it off." Nero growled at his sudden smile. "Thirdly. You go anywhere near my ass, I WILL rip it off."

"Whoa whoa, wait one sec here. How do you think guys go about having sex exactly?" Dante asked.

"Yeah, well that's not going to happen to me. I may be attracted to you but I do have my pride."

"C'mon, I promise to take it easy on you. You may just like it." Dante said with a rakish smile as he leaned back on his elbows. Nero said nothing and Dante couldn't help but love the way Nero was looking at his bare torso.

"You want it that way, do you?" Nero asked with a stuttering breath.

"I do..."

"Then you first."

"Me… first?" Dante asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

"Since you're so sure that it won't hurt, that maybe I'd enjoy it. Why don't you show me? We'll make an example out of you."

At saying this Nero walked forward with a look of hunger suddenly in his blues as he stared down at Dante's flesh. He pulled off his shirt and set a knee on the bed, leaning over Dante to kiss him.

"Heh, nice try. That's not gonna happen." Dante chuckled up at him, about to press his own mouth up, closing his eyes. A second went by, and then another and all Dante sensed was the sound of fabric. He opened an eye to find Nero standing by the door putting the shirt back on. "Hey, wait!"

"Yeah?" Nero asked once the shirt was back over his head.

"What are you doing?" He asked annoyed.

"I'll tell you what I'm NOT doing..." Nero said with a triumphant smirk.

"Ok, this whole wanting to be in charge thing is cute and all, but it's fairly obvious who would be the dominant partner in this relationship."

"Ohhhh really?" Nero's eyes suddenly flashed as he picked up his coat adding another layer. He turned to go for the door and Dante had to catch his arm to stop him walking out.

"Don't be that way... C'mon. Just go with it." Dante purred towards him. Nero raised an eyebrow at him and then laughed in his face.

"There's only one way this is EVER going to happen. When you're feeling compliant...," he said as he pulled Dante's hand off of his. "...you know where to find me. G'night."

Dante's eyes narrowed and his blood boiled. The kid was turning HIM down? No.Fucking.Way.

"Nero! You will BEG me to take you... so help me God."

Nero turned to look at him over his shoulder with a small grin.

"You're going to need God's help on this one; because I'm pretty sure it's going to be the other way around...old man."

With that Nero pulled on the door, opened, and closed it on Dante, who let out a frustrated growl as he eyed the closed door. Dante would take that bet and shove it back down the kid's throat... along with other things.

The battle for dominance begins next chapter! lmao.