I have become a rabid yaoi fan girl...lmao I blame Nero, Dante...and YOU for liking this! Bahahahaha! I found this cute picture the other day that represented me. It was a chibi girl hiding under her covers reading a yaoi by flashlight with a quiet blush on her face...lol It was called "closet yaoi fan". LMAO! I may use it as an icon for a while, we'll see...lol

So yeah, this chapter... -fan girl blush and nosebleed- Sometimes I don't know where my mind goes when I put it on autopilot...lol So there is a quite a bit of nosebleed worthy parts in this chapter. I tried to keep to humor when possible and feelings of course. But it's mostly nosebleedness...lmao

Another thing I always want to stress with this story is a feeling of exploration and learning. Seems so many yaoi stories thrust recently hetero characters into full on man smex which, while hot, doesn't fit (no pun intended). Technically both Dante and Nero are "virgins" having never been with another man. So I felt time was needed to have them feeling things out. So it'll be a road to get to them actually sleeping together (which I have partially written for a later chapter... I know, I'm so evil. Muhahahaah!) to give them time to relax around each other and really consider it. Blame me. I am an overthinker who must consider and weigh positives and negatives before doing things...lol Therefore my characters suffer!

So again...

WARNING: This is yaoi involving Nero and Dante. It is not my intention to offend or anger fans but hopefully entertain those who enjoy yaoi fiction. If you do not enjoy such things or feel you could be offended by it then please avoid like a plague. This will more than likely be my one and ONLY yaoi story so you can go look at my other stuff instead if yaoi isn't your cup-o-tea.

For everyone else, enjoy!

P.S. Thank AK47andLipstick for parts of this chapter. Her lovely poemesque oneshot called "Pink" inspired me to see the endless possibilities of Dante's facial stubble. This is why I love this site so much...lol

Homophobic No More

Chapter 4

Tick, tick, tick, tick...

The one sitting at the desk scratched his stubbly chin with one hand while holding a magazine in the other. His eyes glanced up.

Tick, tick, tick...

He was caught staring at the boy after a moment and quickly returned to the magazine. He licked his thumb and used it to turn the page.

Tick, tick, tick...

Nero returned Dante's gaze from the couch before going back to the flicker of the TV as Dante looked away. He let a smirk peak out as he eyed the screen, because Dante had been idly looking at him for the last two hours as Nero ignored him.

Dante had followed him into the kitchen after their discussion and watched as Nero had made himself something to eat. He just STARED at him through out the entire thing, but Nero was not going to crack under the older man's glare.

He had announced he was going to continue working outside by tossing his shirt off, turning to see the glare deepen as Dante caught sight of his naked skin.

"Wouldn't want to keep the girl's waiting," he had said with a deep stretch. He could practically hear Dante growl at these words so he exited without another word. He worked peacefully for a while outside until he heard giggling and saw a group of girl's across the street. When a few of them pointed not at HIM, but something else Nero was curious.

He had slung his head over the side of the roof he was working on to see Dante coming out of the shop. He moved towards his beloved bike and Nero noticed a pale in his hand full of water. Dante set it down before glancing up at the girls across the street.

"Good morning." Dante said roguishly before leaning over and wetting a sponge. Nero rolled his eyes and continued with his work. HA! Like he would fall for that. After about 15 minutes though he realized chatter had built up below and once again he looked over the side to see what was happening.

Dante was washing his bike while the pack of girl's who usually watched Nero drooled over Dante and were actually standing around him. Why? Because the white cotton shirt he had on was soaked through and clinging to every muscle while he tried desperately to keep his soaking wet hair out of his face. Hot damn...

Nero flushed as he watched Dante stretch over the bike seat to wipe at the mirror on the other side, his muscles straining against the shirt and flexing for show. Nero knew Dante was doing it on purpose, especially when he felt something shine brightly into his eyes. It took a minute for him to see that Dante wasn't washing the mirror so much as using it to see what Nero was up to. The grin as he turned to see him told Nero that Dante had seen him ogling his goodies.

Dante turned to lean against the bike and Nero noticed even his pants were wet, and currently holding back a large bulge. He glanced up at Nero as if he knew exactly where his eyes were. He reached down and pulled up on the shirt, peeling it from his tanned skin which shone with the moisture still clinging to every pore. Then Dante tilted his head back to push his hair away with both hands causing his arm muscles to bulge and strain. His eyes turning upward to lock on Nero's in a perverted grin and fierce eyes as he reached down and adjusted himself.

Nero wanted to throw his hammer at him.

He would not be swayed, although he had the oddest image in his mind of using his devil bringer to grab Dante and pull him onto the roof where he could molest him... Damnit.

So he climbed down the ladder and went back inside. He took another shower to get the grime of work off of him before coming back downstairs to flip the TV on. Dante must've come in while he was showering because he was in dry clothes but his hair was still wet as he sat behind his desk looking at a porn magazine. Nero didn't even dignify that with a glance or a glower. He just turned the TV on and said nothing showing he was not at all bothered by the man's perversion. That's how they had been for a good half hour now, and Nero had felt Dante's eyes on him every single time he glanced up over the magazine.

"Hey kid, you want pizza?" Dante suddenly asked from his desk.

"Again?" Nero groaned.

"I've had a craving for it ever since last night... I wonder why that is," he replied looking pointedly at Nero who knew exactly what he meant by that.

"I'd die happy if I never saw another pizza again. Brings up bad memories." Nero countered back at him with a smirk.

"I don't need to know about your inadequacies. You choose what we eat then. Don't really care as long as you make the call."

Why that dirty mother...

Nero stood from the couch, dropped the remote and wandered over to Dante's desk where he picked up the phone and sat on the desk with his back to Dante. Take that!

He knew pizza was out of the question, because surely every place in town had Dante's number blacklisted as DND. Do not deliver. He knew this great bar/restaurant that delivered a variety of different foods so he dialed up the number.

"Ace's, this is Ray speaking how may I help you?"

"Yeah, I need to order for delivery." Nero replied.

"Sure thing, can you hold a moment?"

"Sure." He responded as he heard some radio station take over the other line. "Hey, what do you want Dante?"

Nero turned to ask him but noted that Dante's chair was empty. Where did he go?

"Sir, you still there?"

"Yes I --" Nero began as he turned to sit straight again but it was then he found Dante. He was bending over him with both hands pressed on either side of Nero's hips and looking at him with a deliciously naughty grin. He put a hand up to press his finger to his lips and shushed him.

"Sir?"

"Uhm, uh… yeah. I'm here." Nero swallowed, unable to take his eyes off Dante.

"What would you like?"

Dante dropped his hand down and began to massage the top of Nero's thigh as he himself tried to push it away with his free hand. What was he thinking?!

"Aren't you going to answer the man Nero?" Dante asked quietly as his hand found Nero's growing member trapped between his thigh and pants, brushing it lightly with his fingertips. He winced and sucked in air at the feeling.

"What do you want?" Nero challenged to Dante.

"Hmmm... I could go for steak. Do they have steak Nero?" He asked as he pressed into him a little with his hand

"Uh, d-do you guys have steak?" Nero managed to ask without sounding like a moron.

"Any kind in particular? We have several."

"What kind?" Nero breathed as he found the hunter's gaze again. He looked thoughtful.

"The tougher the better. I like my meat...hard." Dante grinned down at the sudden red in Nero's cheeks. Then to emphasize his point Dante grabbed his hips and pulled him to the edge of the desk where Dante's hard on was waiting to collide with his own. Nero couldn't say anything to that and abruptly hung up the phone. When he did Dante pushed him down on the desk to lean over him.

"Dante! I told you already!" Nero growled.

"Sorry, I have selective hearing. You'll have to tell me again." Dante whispered in the boy's ear before licking his earlobe. He growled as he felt the devil hunter's need pressing down hard on his own and was ashamed to hear a moan of surprise escape his lips.

Nero tried to push up on Dante, but he had him well pinned beneath the weight of his own warm body. The wetness of Dante's hair as it caressed Nero's face made him gasp at the feeling of sudden cold. He felt his hair stand on end and even the tightening of his areolas beneath his shirt.

"Y-you ass..."

"Glad you mentioned that..." Dante smirked as he pulled the boy suddenly into a sitting position. He grabbed Nero's chin, tilting it up and softly kissed his lips. It wasn't the normal heated kiss he was use to receiving, but one of great patience and eroticism. It sent chills down Nero's spine as he involuntarily wrapped his ankles around the back of Dante's knees almost automatically. Nero never saw the warning signs.

Dante's hand crept further down his back to rub at the muscles through the shirt. Then in a swift movement he reached into the back of Nero's pants and took hold of Nero's rear, giving it a squeeze.

"Fucker!" Nero hissed as he broke the kiss and started lashing out at Dante. Dante chuckled as he grabbed Nero's dangerous hand with his own and pressed another kiss to the boy's lips.

"Boy, I could do things to you your mind can't even imagine," he sighed as he leaned down to kiss his jaw, neck, collar and then pressed his lips against the boys chest, finding the hard nubs beneath his shirt.

"No..." Nero growled at feeling Dante's tongue moistening his shirt as it swirled around his nipple. He gripped Dante's hair with his devil arm when he worked it free and tried to pull him away. So Dante bit down lightly to punish him and he let out a cry. In one swift movement Dante was on the desk with him kneeling over his quivering body, his hand falling to unzip the fly of Nero's leather pants.

"Well, what's this?" He teased as he let his fingers brush against the hair above his need which felt so damned good Nero found his body moving up to meet his own. This certainly wasn't good. Dante pulled his erection out from its confines and Nero nearly lost it at feeling skin on skin, but Dante immediately let it go to lie against his stomach. "You're not getting off that easily."

He lay next to him, letting his hands caress the boy's chest and abs, somehow always falling short of the very swollen part of him that needed it more. Every time he came close, he pulled it back while his mouth assaulted the boy's lips, neck and ear."

"Fuck, what are you doing?" Nero growled covering his face with his hands when Dante yet again only circled the skin at the base of his groin and moving back to his abs.

"Having fun," he purred as he leaned forward to suck on Nero's earlobe. Nero let out a frustrated yell and moved his hand down to touch himself. "I don't think so..." Dante grabbed his hand to prevent him.

"Fuck you old man!" Nero hissed as he rolled over, pushed Dante onto his back and was suddenly leaning over him.

"Aggressive much?" He grinned up at the kid.

Dante eyed down between them where Nero's hardness was pointing accusingly at him as the source of its need, which made him chuckle as small droplets of pre-cum fell onto his shirt from its opening. Nero was glaring down at him like an animal who didn't know whether he wanted to bite his attacker or dry hump their leg.

"Baby steps..." Dante breathed out as he reached up to Nero, who flinched back from him for a second. Dante was determined though and his thumb found the boys mouth. Nero only continued to breathe heavily as Dante parted those lips and his finger begged entrance to the boy's mouth. "You want help with that; you're going to have to be more... compliant."

"Fuck y-ah..."

Dante let his finger into the boy's mouth and slowly rocked it in and out as he gazed up at him. Nero flinched again, but when Dante found his warm tongue Nero seemed slightly curious to his fingers taste. He felt him begin to massage his thumb exploring, and soon his eyes glazed over as he willingly took it in and out of his mouth. He scraped his teeth along it and kissed the tip.

"Yeah..." Dante approved as he watched him. He reached down and brushed his fingers along the boy's hardness, causing him to lean against Dante's stomach and begin to violently thrust against him. "Don't waste it kid."

"S-shut up," he growled, horrified by his own need.

Dante sat up and pushed him back; trying to lay him down but Nero fought him.

"I'm not going to top you, so calm down." He growled when Nero tried to bite him.

"Then what the hell?" Nero responded as he rested back on his elbows. Dante's eyes focused on his face for a long time, as if debating on something.

"You tell anyone about this, and I will fuck you until you can't walk anymore."

Nero just stared at him as Dante bent over and brought his mouth down towards Nero's erection.

"W-wait... FUCK!"

Nero tossed his head back as Dante didn't even give him time to consider it and throated him in one fell swoop. He beat his demonic hand on Dante's desk, causing the wood to splinter.

Dante internally juggled with this decision, having been hetero till this point all his credibility was thrown out the window the minute his mouth touched Nero's need. There would be no coming back from this, and while Dante had never gone down on a guy before he was pretty confident he knew how HE liked it. So he used this as a starting point.

His first impression was of the sheer size of Nero, and then the taste. Salty, but warm and simply pulsating in his mouth. He lifted his head, letting his mouth adjust to the shape of him before he found the head and pulled away, coming back in to kiss the tip as his eyes looked up towards Nero.

He was sprawled back on his elbows panting as if he might pass out. It occurred to Dante that this was probably the first time anyone had done this to Nero. He bent down and licked the pulsating vein from bottom to top as his cheek scratched the boy's inner thigh and got exactly what he wanted. Nero's eyes staring at him as the kid moaned, his hips twitching, thighs opening wider for him.

"Damnit..." Nero growled down at him. "You need to shave."

"What?" Dante chuckled.

"Your scruff..." Nero offered causing Dante to put a hand to his rough cheek. His eyes flashed as he watched the boy and again he throated him as far as he could take it with the intent of brushing the stubble of his face on the boy's lower thighs as he took him in again. He let his tongue circle him, and could almost feel the boy's pleasure flowing through it. He pulled up, and went back down in painfully slow movements before grinding his head at the back of his throat. Without warning Nero's legs snapped shut on Dante and his devil arm suddenly shoved Dante's head down, causing him to gag. He wrenched the boy's legs open and sat up for breath coughing and hacking.

"Dude..." He coughed hoarsely, and then realized that he tasted something funny at the back of his throat... His eyes moved to Nero who was lying on the table still twitching from his orgasm. "Y-you didn't?"

Nero smiled up at the ceiling as he put his hands behind his head smugly. He glanced down at Dante then sat up, reaching a hand out and wiping the side of Dante's mouth with a knowing grin.

"Oh come on!" Dante roared as he stared at the boy in disbelief, dry spitting anxiously. "You could've warned me!" Nero only continued to smile at him. "Well... Regardless... I guess this means I'm the winner." Dante continued suddenly having that cocky smile return to him. He had the sudden urge to brush his teeth.

Nero only grinned as he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up. He leaned forward and licked at Dante's lip before scooting off the table.

"If you mean you win because I got off and you're not gonna...then yeah. You're the winner." Nero said in a cocky tone that matched Dante's as he crossed his arms over his chest. Dante blinked at him for a moment, unsure he had just heard right. "Hmmm, I'm suddenly very hungry, think I'll go make a...pizza."

He rubbed his stomach energetically and slid out from between Dante and the desk with a Cheshire grin all over his smug face.

"I'm going to KILL you!" Dante growled as he kicked his desk. He couldn't move though, because beating the boy wouldn't make him happy. No, what he wanted was sweet, perverted... revenge. He turned to watch the boy walk off into the kitchen with a knowing grin of his own, as if the red light bulb above his head mutated in two to make devil horns.

--

Nero had been in such a good mood a few hours ago when he got Dante to bend just enough to his whims. It was proof that he could control the devil hunter even if he had to do a little manipulating to get his way. He HAD to get his way in the end; there was no negotiating at this point.

Dante though, since Nero had "accidentally" left a bitter taste in his mouth, was acting strange. He didn't show any signs of anger or shame. In fact it was almost like it had been when he first came to stay with Dante, meaning it was almost as if Dante only considered him a friend.

"Yo kid, let's play poker." Dante had said as he pulled a deck from his desk.

"Let me guess, strip poker?" Nero had deadpanned as he came to take a seat across from him.

"Why, you invite some strippers over?"

Nero had glared openly at Dante for that comment.

They had played a couple hands and while Dante was his normal jovial self something was missing from the formula. Nero was having fun talking and playing with him, but it wasn't the same. It was friendly. Not anything like two lovers might behave. At one point Dante had stood to lean over the table and Nero anticipated...something. Maybe a kiss or a caress... Not for Dante to grab Nero's discarded cards so he could begin shuffling them again. Even when Nero flinched at his sudden movements Dante didn't seem to notice or ask WHY Nero was so jumpy.

Why so jumpy kid? What could you be thinking? He should've said with a smoldering look at him, but he kept his eyes on the cards before sitting back in his seat and shuffling them.

"Hey kid, you want to shuffle a while? I was never good at this." Dante laughed as most of the cards, during their shuffle, flew out of his hand. "We could always play 52 card pick up."

Dante knelt down to begin picking them up before returning the deck to Nero. He sat back in his chair with his feet up and closed his eyes tiredly with a wide mouthed yawn. Nero was idly playing with the cards rather than shuffling them and just stared at Dante's sleepy face. Last night he had slept in Dante's bed while drunk and couldn't help but wonder if he would be able to sleep there again. He had thought by now Dante would've cracked, and it was frustrating him that he hadn't.

A sleepy tear fell from the hunter's eye which he quickly wiped away as another yawn took him. Dante would never ask him to sleep in his bed, and Nero felt red at having to ASK Dante. He glanced at the clock, it was 10:46. Dante typically didn't go to sleep until much later but aside from their rendezvous' nothing much had occurred to keep Dante's adrenaline rushing. It had been a quiet day in the office and maybe so much so to tire Dante out for other reasons.

Another hour went by as they played on, and still Dante made no attempts to go to bed even with him looking physically exhausted.

"Go to bed old man." Nero said as he gathered the cards to put them away. "You're making me tired." Dante only chuckled.

"Nah, not ready to crash just yet. Maybe Lady will give me a cookie if I go do the dishes?" He said thoughtfully as he stood to stretch. Nero's eyes fell to the small bit of Dante's stomach visible when Dante raised his arms. "You head to bed kid, don't worry about me."

Nero frowned as Dante turned and walked into the kitchen. He pushed his chair back angrily and stomped up the stairs, slamming the bathroom door behind him. He brushed his teeth, nearly snapping the tooth brush in half and washed his face a little too vigorously, causing it to chafe slightly giving him a look of permanent blush in his cheeks.

Who the hell did he think he was? Dante WAS affected by him; he was just being an ass because of what had happened earlier. Did Dante think this was funny, or that it would make Nero give in and be his bottom? HELL.NO. Nero may have been a freak back in Fortuna, but he and Dante were equals in all ways within the confines of this building. He decided to go tell Dante as much.

He stomped back down the stairs and pushed the kitchen door in to find...it was empty. He frowned as he saw the pile of dishes left untouched in the sink. So he wanted to play games huh? Back upstairs he stomped for a 3rd time heading for Dante's room. He slammed the door in, flooding light into the darkened room. It startled Dante from sleep as he blinked at the intruder.

"What's wrong? We get a call?" Dante grumbled as his eyes tried to focus on Nero.

"What is your problem?" Nero snapped as he stepped inside.

"So... there was no phone call?"

"What do you think?"

Dante sighed and fell back into the pillows, curling up under his covers.

"Close the door, I'm trying to sleep." Dante said sleepily.

"Like HELL." Nero retaliated by taking hold of the blanket and tugging it off of Dante. His breath caught in his throat at seeing a fully nude Dante laying against the sheets glaring at him.

"Dude, get out. I don't want to deal with your bullshit." Dante said frustrated as he sat up on his knees to reach for the blanket in Nero's hands. Nero pulled the blanket behind his back, purposely causing Dante to kneel on the end of the bed with his arms reaching around Nero's waist to grab for it. Dante's face was right by his, and yet there was no signs of lust or need in them. Just sleepy anger as he groped to retrieve the blanket.

"What is this game you're playing?" Nero growled down at him.

"Give me my blanket kid."

"Or what?" Nero challenged as he stepped forward causing their chests to touch. Dante rolled his eyes at him.

"Fine, I don't need covers."

Dante pulled from him and curled on his side, closing his eyes as if completely uninterested by the kid or the fact he was laying nude and uncovered in front of him. It only made Nero angrier at being ignored. Hadn't Dante told him he liked him? He had tried so desperately to seduce him but now he was being the frigid queen? Not a fucking chance in HELL. Nero may have been inexperienced, but no one turned cold so quickly.

Nero tossed the covers away and shut the door behind him. He groped in the darkness and found Dante's ankle.

"What are you doing?" Dante's voice came out of the darkness.

"Shut it," he growled back at him as he lifted it to smooth his mouth over the skin of his foot. "The only words I want to hear from you is yes Nero, please, or don't stop."

"Yes Nero. Don't. Please stop." Dante chuckled.

"Smartass."

"Seriously, knock it off Nero."

He felt Dante sit up and push at him, but Nero only pulled on his leg forcing him back into a laying position.

"Fine, you know what. Do whatever you want. I'm going back to sleep." Dante mumbled and went still. Nero's demon eyes could see him in the semi darkness and saw with a pang of anger that he had closed his eyes as if to fall back asleep.

So Nero continued to kiss and nip at Dante's leg before running his clawed hand up Dante's inner thigh to scrape lovingly against his skin. He thought he heard Dante's breath hitch and pressed on, letting his leg go to caress both of Dante's inner thighs with his hands. He could tell Dante was purposely holding back sighs, but his breathing was not something he could quell.

Nero moved up on him and began nuzzling the skin of his thigh as he bent his leg up. He could smell burnt wood and soap on his skin and felt himself grow hard, especially with the heat that seemed to radiate off of Dante's groin only inches down from where he was kissing. He ran his tongue over his inner thigh to taste him and actually felt his mouth salivate with anticipation. He would make Dante beg for him, want him just as much as he wanted, but would not tell, the older man.

Further down his head sank until he was in the gap between thigh and groin. He licked with the tip of his tongue and felt Dante's thigh muscle tense beside him. His hand reached up to run over his hardness to verify that yes, Dante did feel him. He purred against the shaft and kissed it lovingly.

"Fuck..." Dante seemed to groan, trying not to let Nero hear.

"What's that Dante?" Nero asked while his lips were still pressed against him, causing a vibration that frustrated the devil hunter further. He licked it in the same motion Dante had earlier that day, from bottom to head as his hands slipped to cup his sac. "Let me hear you."

"Fuck off," he growled through a painful moan, almost as if Dante had bitten his lip when he'd groped him.

"I'd rather fuck in." Nero chuckled, understanding Dante a bit more during their fumble earlier in the day. Teasing was just as fun as the actual act.

Dante's hand came down and Nero lifted his face to allow the old man to caress him. Once again his thumb was at Nero's mouth and he allowed Dante to be tasted as he licked and nipped at his finger.

"You are such a brat."

"Whose brat am I?" He asked as he let Dante's hand go and kissed the head of his erection, licking a bit of pre-cum off with a devious smirk.

"Mine." Dante growled possessively.

"I guess that makes this mine..." Nero said in a deep voice as he slowly opened his mouth to take Dante inside. His back arched beautifully and body twitched at the warmth of the mouth covering him, but Nero was horrified to suddenly find a warm and sour taste in his mouth.

Then Dante started laughing.

"You ASS!" Nero coughed as he pulled away. He thought he was going to be sick as he realized he'd just got a taste of his own medicine.

"I got you sooo good kid!" He said jovially through stuttering breaths as his orgasm ebbed.

"How the hell? I barely touched you!" Nero yelled as he tackled Dante onto the bed and started punching his arms and chest. Dante continued laughing.

"I've been touching myself when I could get away with it since you left me wanting earlier today, making sure I was almost close to...bursting. I knew it was a matter of time... All I had to do was make you think I didn't want it. Ahhh, reverse psychology works wonders on kids."

"You stupid, arrogant, pompous prick!" Nero yelled as he got up off the bed.

"So I guess this means snuggling is out of the question?"

"Fuck you!" Nero shrieked as he opened the door and slammed it shut behind him.

"Oh no kid... fuck you." Dante grinned into the darkness feeling completely satisfied with the day thus far.