Dude, the more I read NxD fics on this site the more I want Nero to get revenge on Dante...lmao Poor kid! I read a couple over the last couple of days that just made me want to write Nero bending Dante over a desk and showing him who the bitch was...lmao! Ahem, sorry... I've grown rather protective of Nero as I have Dante and see a lot of the scenarios playing out differently in my head. In all Dante is clutching his groin while Nero walks off...lol
"I am NOT a woman old man!"
Bahahahaha! I'd like to see more of this pairing where Nero doesn't go girly. He can get swept up by Dante, but not turn into a trembling... -eyes around to make sure Nero is out of ear shot- ...woman.
"I heard that!"
Eep!
Well, there's your author induced psychotic moment for today. Perhaps I'll do a yaoi parody for my Complete Lunacy story. :D I've got nothing more to say other than enjoy Dante's version of a date...
"Hanging out..."
... and Nero's eventual version of revenge... MAN STYLE! Bahahaha... I originally had it planned for this chapter, but it was running long... So that will have to wait for the next chapter. :D
Homophobic No More
Chapter 5
Nero barely got any sleep in his own bed. Pissed at what Dante had done, but even more upset at the fact he wanted to be in Dante's bed rather than his own. He was too stubborn to go back to the moron's room though, trying desperately to hold onto what pride he had left.
So now Nero lay in bed in the early morning hours, having woken a while ago after only 3 hours of sleep. His eyes were stinging and felt puffy yet he couldn't just roll back over to sleep. So he had been staring at his bedroom door for the last 20 minutes. He didn't want to be caught wandering the house like he hadn't slept, so he was going to force himself to remain there at least till 10 and pretend last night had never happened. The old man wouldn't trip him up today, because he was already calculating a plan.
"Rise and shine!"
Dante's voice made Nero jump along with the knocking that followed. Nero's eyes narrowed and he turned away from the door to feign sleep. He heard his door open but was determined to ignore him even as he felt Dante shake his shoulder.
"You up kid?" Dante asked. Nero remained silent. "Huh, guess I wore him out." He added.
Nero tried hard to keep the grinding of his teeth quiet, but what he really wanted to do was roll over and punch him in the balls.
"I'll just let him sleep..."
He heard Dante's footsteps move away, but then suddenly they stopped and he felt someone tackle him to the mattress.
"What the?!"
"Snuggle with me." Dante purred as he spooned against Nero and held him tight around his waist.
"Dude, what is wrong with you?!" Nero asked dumbfounded by this sudden act. He pushed the old man over and tried to smother him with a pillow, which only made Dante laugh into it. Nero could feel his stomach jarring below him with every laugh as he straddled him. Then Dante said something that was muffled by the pillow.
"What?" Nero asked when he removed it. Dante grinned up at him and said nothing, just continued to give him laughing eyes as he watched him. Nero rolled his eyes at him and made a move to get off him, but in that split second Dante sat up and pinned Nero beneath him. "HEY!"
Dante lifted his shirt up and blew a raspberry into the kid's stomach, causing Nero, against his will, to laugh. He clawed at Dante's shoulder to try and get him to stop, but the vibration of Dante's mouth on his abs made him feel weak with laughter.
"Sooo..." Dante crooned up at Nero as he laid his head on his stomach and angled it to stare up at the kid. "Forgive me yet?"
Nero tried to calm his breathing as the laughter died after a few moments of respite. He didn't want to forgive the old fart for what had happened the night before. Yet Nero felt his face flush at the lazy eyed look Dante was giving him. He never imagined Dante could be so good at making him forget why he was angry. That still didn't make him want to forgive him... he had other plans and possibly feigning forgiveness would help him accomplish them.
"What do you want from me old man?" Nero asked as he stared down at Dante's playful blues.
"Hmmm... a make up make out session would be nice."
Nero grabbed the forgotten pillow and smacked the back of Dante's head with it. He chuckled again, obviously enjoying all this way too much before he took the pillow and eased it from the kid's hand. He then sat up, lifting the boy and placing the pillow in its proper place behind Nero's head.
"Ok, how about we go do something today... Just you and I." He offered as he held himself above Nero with his hands pressed into the mattress by the kid's shoulders.
"Are you... asking me on a date?"
"Men don't date... men hang out. Maybe a movie, some grub..." Dante corrected pointedly.
"Yeah, a date." Nero deadpanned.
"You're not going to make this easy on me are you?" Dante sighed.
"Have I ever?" Nero replied with a small grin of his own at the frustration on Dante's face. Then he got an idea. "OK. I'll hang out with you on two conditions." Dante watched him suspiciously. "First off we can do whatever you want today, but I choose what we do tonight."
"I'm not taking it in the ass kid."
"I didn't mean THAT... jeez."
"Really? Well then, what did you have in mind?"
Dante bent over to sit nose to nose with him as he stared into Nero's fiery eyes. Nero just eyed him without a word and quietly lifted his knee to run between the older mans thighs, pressing up into his groin.
"Ohhh, you don't play fair..." Dante purred as he bent his head forward to lie on Nero's shoulder, leaning his pelvis into the kid's soft leg as it pulled upwards.
"Damn straight." Nero replied as he brought his leg up between them and used his foot when he worked it free to push Dante OFF of him.
"Heeyy..."
Dante caught his foot so he wouldn't fall off the bed and just stared partially disappointed and part amused as the kids tactics.
"Secondly...I'll also only go out with you if you lay off the pervertedness for an entire day..."
"Hey, wait one s-..."
"If you can go the entire day without sexually charged conversation, touches, or trying to molest me then I'll reward you." Nero continued watching as Dante's face became suddenly fascinated by the word reward.
"What exactly do you have planned for tonight?" Dante asked with a breathy tone, his eyes focused intensely on Nero.
"You'll have to work hard to find out. If I told you now you might not put in the kind of effort I'm hoping keeping it secret will bring." Nero repeated as he pulled his foot from Dante's grasp and moved to sit against the headboard, propped up against his pillow.
"Wait one sec...If you expect me to behave myself I should at least get a little something to help tide me over." He grinned as he reached out to touch Nero's foot before he could pull it against him.
"That counts as sexually charged touching."
Dante snatched his hand back with a frustrated glare in the kid's direction which only made Nero grin internally. Oh yes... today was going to be fun.
--
The kid was a brat, pure and simple. Dante had never had so much trouble with a lover as he did with Nero and it was beginning to show. Despite what had occurred the night before he barely slept when he kept realizing he wanted Nero lying beside him. It was like having slept with the same blanket for years and buying a new one. That first night your body knows something is different and willingly won't allow sleep to come easily, but once you get past that first night you can't switch back. Having slept a single night next to Nero had made sleep the next night impossible. He wanted to feel the kid's body next to his, bury his face in his hair and run his hands around the lithe waist to press against his own.
Now, rather than being able to make it up to the kid he wasn't allowed to touch him at all. He really hated that since he'd finally gotten use to being able to touch and kiss him whenever he wanted to... even if Nero was reluctant. He always caved in the end, and Dante loved the pleasure of the effort he put in to get Nero to cave... Oh victory was so sweet.
So now he was walking around his own home like dog on a leash. He didn't like the word no unless it came from his own mouth. He hated rules, and hated being told what to do. But damn did reward sound heavenly to him coming from Nero's lips. Even not knowing what it was only made Dante anticipate it more.
So he stood inside Devil May Cry waiting for Nero. Dante ditched his battle gear in favor of a red cotton tee and black pants feeling a little odd not wearing his long overcoat when he went out. Then again it was still in the 90's out and the leather jacket would only make matters worse.
"C'mon kid! No need to blow dry your hair, or make up your face!" Dante grinned as he stared at the loft. "You're one of those natural beauties... And trust me! If those jeans make your ass look fat I won't mind one b--"
"SHUT up!" Nero growled as his door opened.
Dante watched for a moment before the kid appeared in a black tank top and faded blue jeans... It was the first time Dante had seen him, well... in anything other than battle or sleep wear. Of course his arm was in a sling to hide it from sight, but the sleeveless tank gave a beautiful glimpse of the boys strong arms... which Dante needed to stop thinking about as the kid began coming down the stairs towards him. Then again Nero said nothing about sexually charged inner thoughts.
"I see you're going for the angsty bad boy look today... Ooo and is that cologne I smell?"
Nero ignored him and passed by to head for the door. Dante caught his arm and pulled him back.
"Hey--"
"Toothpaste." Dante said simply as he gazed at Nero. He lifted a hand and licked his thumb before rubbing it to the side of Nero's mouth. He remained calm and cool as Nero flushed at him. "I feel like a mom wiping her son's dirty face."
"Teh." Nero clicked disapprovingly as he shrugged Dante's hand away and used the old jukebox to make sure he got the rest of the toothpaste off. "You ready then?"
"Sure a--hmmmm," he began responding until the office phone rang. Nero sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I'll be waiting outside."
Dante watched him go and turned to glare at the phone. He really shouldn't pick it up, but then again they hadn't had much business lately... He sighed and picked it up.
"Devil May Cry... this had better be good."
--
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Dante said as he appeared through the double doors 15 minutes later.
"Who was it?" Nero asked as he leaned backwards while sitting on the steps to view Dante behind him.
"Antonio's trying to get payment." He replied sheepishly as he reached down to pull Nero into a standing position. "Your chariot awaits. It's not nearly as comfortable as yours, but I assure you it's just as nice."
Dante watched with a smile as Nero eyed Dante's bike with a familiar look of dislike that matched the one Nero wore when he had to sit bitch on his own bike.
"I'll even let you sit front," he continued as he tossed the keys to Nero. Nero caught them with a surprised look.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
Dante strapped the bag he brought out to the back of the bike. He moved to sit on the back then turned to look at Nero as he patted his lap.
"Hop on."
Nero's grin instantly fell. He eyed Dante for a moment, the seat, then Dante again before moving forward to get on in front of Dante.
"Where are we going anyway?" Nero asked as he neared.
"Ohhhh, yeah... You won't know how to get there, and since it's a surprise I'm not gonna tell you."
Dante slid forward on the leather seat before Nero could even get close enough to get on. Nero raised his hand in frustration.
"Sorry kid, I swear you can drive us back. Scouts honor."
Dante internally grinned. Ok, so he couldn't talk dirty, touch, or molest the kid, but that didn't mean that he couldn't still find ways of breaking the rules without actually breaking them. Dante loved loopholes.
Nero climbed on the bike and actually willingly put his free arm around Dante which only made Dante even happier. There was no rule against Nero touching... him. Hmmm, maybe there was a way around this after all.
Dante revved the engine and took off, heading out of the city to the more rustic outskirts. Conversation was lost with the rushing wind around them, but Dante was glad he finally could feel the kid close to him again. It almost made up for the horrible night sleep wishing Nero were clinging to his back just like this. He wondered what the kid was thinking back there whenever his hand twitched slightly to cling to Dante's shirt.
Once on back roads surrounded by trees Dante slowed the bike a bit so he could feel the warmth of the sun a bit more on his exposed arms. Despite the heavy heat, the wind around them had become rough on the skin after a while and Dante decided to take the slow scenic route.
It was one of those really lovely days where the sun was just bright enough to reflect off of everything. It gave the forest around them an ethereal glow while sunlight penetrated the heavy canopy of trees and the wind blew dandelion seeds across the road as Dante finally came to a stop. He felt the kid let go.
"You brought me...here?" The kid asked quizzically after he looked around.
"You said I could take you anywhere, didn't you?" Dante replied. He pulled himself off the bike before stretching, then turning to watch Nero do the same. "Isn't it great out here? City life is nice and all, but most people don't know I spent most of my life living in woods like these."
"I've always lived in the city. It wasn't by choice, more so Sanctus keeping evil out by keeping us locked within." Nero said thoughtfully as he took a few steps to look around. Dante pulled the duffle off the back of the bike.
"Ha! If only he knew the real threat to him lived not outside the city gates but within eh?" Dante teased as he mussed Nero's hair and started walking into the trees. "You coming Nero?"
Nero followed after him to keep up with his long strides and once he'd caught up to him wondered what the old man was up to. The scene was kind of...odd. Nero expected some loud over the top activity but so far all he'd gotten was serene scenery.
"I prefer the country to the loud city. Mom always use to say living close to your roots helps you remember why you were born in the first place. I can't understand what she meant until I get out of the city and come out here. City's too crowded and noisy to hear your thoughts clearly, but once I come to a place like this..." Dante put his arm out to introduce him to a lake of an odd bluish green color laid out before them. "It kind of feels like going home."
Nero just blinked at the scene, not really sure what Dante was up to. That was until Dante began taking his shirt off.
"What are you doing?"
"Me? I'm going swimming." Dante replied once his shirt was over his head. He dropped trow and Nero was relieved he had on black boxers underneath. "Didn't know if you had swimming trunks so I brought you mine." Dante continued as he dug in the bag and tossed them at Nero.
"You want me to get dressed out here?"
"I promised I wouldn't do anything to you. See?" Dante jumped into the water with a loud yell at how cold the water was after resurfacing. "I'm in here, so you can just change behind that tree."
Nero turned to where Dante was indicating to see a large weeping willow tree a ways down that was actually pretty good cover at the right angle to prevent Dante getting a good peak at him. He still felt cautious of the fact Dante's afternoon activity involved them being partially nude. He had promised though not to do anything if he wanted what was coming to him later on, and Nero was pretty sure he'd hold up to his end of the bargain.
He went behind the tree, discarded his clothing and put on Dante's black swimming trunks. He kept looking from behind the tree to see Dante treading water without so much as a glance towards him. Nero unwrapped his arm and came out from behind the tree to walk to the water's edge.
Dante whistled at him as he neared and Nero gave him a warning glare. He put his hands up apologetically before diving to go under the water. Nero just watched him as he went on his merry way. He could see him as he swam closer to the raised edge of the bank and Nero was temporarily stricken by the sight of Dante's arms stretching outward as he pushed himself forward with such speed, causing his back muscles to undulate in a hypnotic motion. Dante broke the surface of the water and shook his head to keep his hair from his eyes.
"C'mon in. It's a hell of a lot nicer temperature wise than it is up there. Pleasant 70 I'd say."
"You brought me here to go swimming?"
"I brought you here to hang out. Just so happens there was a lake in the middle of our hang out spot and I just so happened to have a spare bathing suit in my back pocket." Dante said sarcastically.
"Imagine that..."
"Stop imagining and get in here."
Nero couldn't help but smirk. He hadn't been swimming since he was 15, in the days before Credo started taking on so many tasks in the Order and actually could accompany them since Kyrie's parents said they needed an adult to keep an eye on them. If they had seen the man do a cannonball Nero highly doubted he could've ever been considered an adult in comparison.
"You really grew up in the country?" Nero asked as he sat down to place his legs in the water, letting them adjust to the cold.
"I did. Mom, Verge and I when I was younger, and then when I was taken in."
"I remember you mentioning... he was a hunter too right?"
"Yep," he said as he backed into the kids legs and laid his head back to stare up at him with his head resting on the wet grass between the boy's thighs. He gave him an innocent stare that made Nero snort.
"What was his name?"
"Casper, the friendly ghost."
"Oh c'mon! You can tell me..." Nero smirked down at him. Damn... Dante looked really cute staring up at him like that, his wet hair pushed back kind of like Vergil's. It's all part of his evil plan, don't be swayed! Nero nudged the side of his head with his thigh.
"Can't tell you kid. I'll never tell anyone."
Nero's face fell at this.
"Why not?"
"Think about it. A Devil Hunter taking in a devil child? Hunter's have killed humans for merely helping my kind. Truth be told kid I'm not so well liked among other hunters, or at least the ones who know what I am. If I gave them the chance any number of them would easily like to be the one to claim my life. To reveal the name of my mentor and father figure would jeopardize his life. Especially now in his retirement." Dante said calmly as he lifted his head to look back out into the water.
"He's still alive?"
"You bet... I left him when I was 18, but continued to see him in private for my training. Now I see him on occasion if we can risk it."
Nero reached down and pulled his face back up to look at him with a serious look on his face.
"You miss him?"
"Heh, why the interrogation all the sudden?" Dante smirked up at him.
"We never really get to talk, and it's so quiet out here. I'm just curious is all."
Dante turned around to grin up at him as Nero rolled his eyes and looked away.
"Curious about me eh? Why not tell me something I don't know about you."
"I have 11 toes..."
Dante stared blankly at him without blinking before Nero burst out laughing.
"I'm only kidding," he smirked as he lifted both feet out of the water to wiggle 10 perfectly normal toes. "You look so relieved! You'd like me less for an extra toe?"
"Not exactly... I was just thinking what that could mean for your dexterity during... sleep." Dante added quickly when he realized he was heading in a perverted direction. Nero only smiled down at him before standing and jumping over Dante into the water, feeling the cold prickle him all over as he let out a deep gasp. No matter how warm it was outside, that first touch of earthy water was always ice cold it seemed to him. Dante was nearby and was grinning at him.
He suddenly lunged under the water as Nero turned to see where he'd gone when he felt something brush his leg. Next thing Dante was standing with Nero hoisted on his shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Nero laughed, beginning to feel slightly better about his devilish companion who's face was obscured by a thick layer of wet hair. Dante looked around blindly before Nero reached down to part the curtain of hair for him.
"Having fun. What are you doing?" He responded with one eye open and peering up at Nero.
"Having fun." Nero replied as he shifted his weight backwards, causing Dante to lose his balance and both of them to fall into the water. It was strange to be...playing with Dante but at the same time it was nice. Nero couldn't really recall having laughed as much with Dante rather than at him over the time they knew each other. Possibly because he thought the old man would think him weak if he didn't have witty comebacks. Dante seemed as comfortable as he was in a little water rough housing. Even more miraculous was that the old man didn't try anything, which made Nero feel kind of guilty.
As the day wore on, the two having a lunch of sandwiches and chips Dante had thrown together, Nero began to reconsider his initial battle plan for the evening. After all, he found he really did like Dante, especially when he was unguarded like this with him. Enough times to the point Nero felt the compulsion to kiss or hold him but he held back. Maybe he would forget about his revenge plan and just spend the day with the hunter, and in return stay the night with him for his reward. Not having sex, but giving him the "snuggling" he so desperately wanted that morning. The idea made Nero shiver with a kind of anticipation. Now if only he could make it until sundown.
After lunch they laid out on the grass and just talked about random things. Nero seemed to do a lot of the talking while Dante answered all his questions that he was willing to give up, and skirting others.
"You ready to head back in?" Dante asked sitting up to stretch. Nero grinned as he could see the makings of sunburn on the elder's shoulders. He'd have to keep that in mind if Dante pissed him off. Dante didn't even wait for a reply as he dove back in, swam out a ways and waited for Nero to untangle himself from his towel.
He dived in, the water not feeling quite as cold as the wind did against his wet skin as they ate. He moved forward as quickly as he could to reach Dante.
"Not bad..."
"You kidding? I'm the best. I could swim circles around you." Nero beamed as he wiped his face, running his hands through his hair to get it out of his eyes.
"Is that a challenge?"
"You looking for one? You found it old man."
"OK then. First one to the island out there wins."
"What do we win?" Nero asked.
"Whatever you want. Name it." Dante replied, then paused. "Except topping me."
Nero rolled his eyes and snorted.
"Anything else then... hmmmm." He said thoughtfully. "How about... you never get to top me then?"
"OK." Dante said without hesitation.
"You're kidding right?"
"Does this look like I'm kidding. Besides... you haven't heard what I get if I win yet."
At this Nero's eyes looked cautiously at him. Was he going to say he could top Nero if he won?
"I want a kiss." Dante said simply. "When I win I want one, TODAY, and I get to determine the duration of it."
"That seems... unbalanced..." Nero said with a laugh. Surely the old man was crazy.
"Not in the term of my scales it doesn't. You said I couldn't get anything from you today, but I'm determined to undermine your terms somehow." He grinned deviously.
Nero just shook his head. Sure he may be rusty on swimming, but his age and stamina alone guaranteed he'd win.
"You have yourself a deal old man. First man to that island is the winner." Nero agreed as he got in position to push off from the bank. "On the count of three. One... two..."
On three they both pushed off, trying to avoid the waves that were kicked up as they sliced their way through the heavy water. Nero paid no attention to Dante, all too determined to reach the banks of the island before his companion did. With Nero out of commission on the whole "top" debate that only left one alternative. Dante would have to give in since there would be no hope of him ever getting that far with Nero.
As he turned his head to get breath he saw with a sinking feeling the very tips of Dante's toes equal with his head. He lifted it to look ahead to see Dante blasting his way through the water at an alarming speed. Nero pushed harder, swam faster to the point he began to feel his lungs and throat burning all in an effort to pass Dante, who he never seemed to get further than his hip. The island was in sight now, and Dante was still too far from him. He simply couldn't let the old man win! This wasn't just a matter of Dante winning, but a matter of pride. He was twice his age, and an OLD man. If he won what did that say about Nero?
Almost involuntarily he felt his devil bringer pulsate, and as he reached it out to swim it reached itself out and snagged the back of Dante's ankle just before he was about to touch dry land. It pulled him back like a rubber band. As Nero let go of Dante though he felt someone grab his ankle and pull him under. Nero kicked and struggled until a mouth crushed his own under water. A hand snaked its way around his waist and he was pulled to solid muscle as the mouth hungrily took his own. Nero began kicking towards the light above.
They broke the surface and Nero pushed at Dante.
"Hey!"
"You cheated, making me the winner by default," he sighed as he pulled the boy close again kissing him with rabid ferocity that caused the already breathless kid gasp for air. Nero pushed him in the stomach with his foot and swam towards the island, managing to get up onto it to stand shivering as he watched Dante prowl the water.
"It was an ACCIDENT!" Nero said defensively, not wanting to admit his thoughts alone had caused it so it wasn't ALL an accident.
Dante waded towards the bank and Nero just watched him resolutely. Dante though reached up and grabbed both of his ankles pulling them out from under him and causing him to fall onto his back with his feet hanging down into the water. Nero sat up on his elbows as Dante firmly planted a hand on each side of his hips and lifted himself with great strength out of the water, actually holding himself over Nero. The kid blinked as water ran off Dante onto him.
"You reneging on our deal?" He seemed to growl down at him more from having to hold his weight above the kid. Nero's eyes fell to Dante's arms that strained to hold his weight, veins popping out as they trembled. Either from the weight, the cold... or something else Nero didn't know or want to think about.
Nero sat back a bit and pulled on Dante to help him up onto the embankment where he collapsed on top of his chest anyway with heavy breath. Dante crawled up on him and watched him closely, pushing his hair out of his face as the kid shivered below him.
"You promised..." Dante reminded him with a small smirk as he leaned down to sit nose to nose with Nero. Dante was shivering too and small droplets of water were falling from his hair, chest and shorts onto Nero. Nero blushed and knew he would have to admit defeat on this. He silently cursed his... cursed arm for reacting that way. "Take responsibility."
Nero blinked, sighed and then leaned up to smooth his mouth against Dante's which gave the elder hunter permission to lower himself onto the kid as he returned the kiss. It hit Nero then that Dante was in control of this kiss. He said when it ended, but what if Dante planned to not end it? Touching Dante alone was bad, but pressed against him like this for longer than a minute was very dangerous. He felt himself harden at that idea, fueled by the slow pace at which Dante kissed him to combine with the sudden pressure of Dante's own hard on pressed to his.
By all terms the kiss was chaste, with Dante not even breaking form to slip his tongue inside. It was purely open mouth to open mouth, breath against breath. Nero groaned as he felt himself attempt to lick Dante's lips, but Dante closed his own mouth on Nero's bottom lip that blocked it from happening. What was he playing at?
Nero's hand slid up the side of Dante's torso to run along his ribcage before going back down to touch his hip bone, his devil arm scraping its way to touch under the waistband of the wet boxers. Dante's hand prevented him from doing so, lifting it to fold in his own hand beside their heads.
"What's wrong?" Nero asked in a quivering sigh.
"I didn't make the no touching rule kid." Dante chuckled as he nuzzled his nose affectionately. Nero felt annoyed at this response... Oh yeah. Well God damn it all... Oh no, this was bad. He wanted to be all touchy feely with the old man. Dante resumed his cool as a fucking cucumber kiss that was causing Nero to feel hot like a fucking tamale'. He moaned as he raised a knee to the left of Dante's hip, secretly adjusting Dante's lower half to lay further onto him and from there curl his leg around the back of his thigh.
"What's this?" Dante mused as he turned his head slightly to incline it towards Nero's leg wrapped around him as rough fingers found his thigh to push it away, and in doing so spreading his legs wider.
"Damnit, are you done yet?" Nero growled as he pressed the heels of his palms into his closed eyes in frustration.
"Patience is a virtue..." Dante whispered huskily as he reached up to remove his hands from his face. He pressed his hands above his head into the warm dirt and knelt above him to ease the pressure forming between them. "Better?"
Nero only glared defiantly up at him and turned his head to look out at the water. Arrogant... perverted... Ohhhh holy hell.
Dante took his bluff and began kissing the side of his neck along the broad muscle that twitched there as he kissed it.
"You said only a kiss." Nero protested weakly as Dante licked the length of neck to his earlobe. He heard Dante smile.
"I said kiss. I never said where. Broadens the horizon doesn't it?"
"Licking is not kissing." Nero informed him.
"You're so right, forgive me."
Instead of licking Dante began to suck on his neck deeply causing the skin to become red beneath his mouth. Nero let out a loud groan as a mixture of pain and pleasure seemed to overwhelm him. He hated to admit he wanted to feel more of Dante with his own hands, and wished Dante's were exploring him. He refused to have sex with him, but could not quell the urge to touch and be touched.
Dante's head lowered and he began to lightly trail kisses across the expanse of Nero's chest, causing him to struggle to get his hands free from Dante's hold.
"Don't." Nero moaned as Dante nuzzled his cold and erect nipple with his mouth. "Let my hands go...please."
Dante's face came up to gaze at him.
"Think your hands can behave themselves if I do?"
Nero nodded, completely and totally lying to the elder without any sense of guilt. Dante eyed him before moving his hands slowly from his palms, down his wrists, forearms to his shoulders before he used them to pull Nero's face up to his.
He slowly let his arms go back to his sides when Dante continued to kiss him in that excruciating way. Secretly edging one there to the place he knew even Dante wouldn't resist. Nero suddenly thought how... hot it would be if he could seduce Dante rather than it being the other way around. Images of dominating the older man ran through his head, increasing his libido. He imagined Dante laying under him, flushed, panting with his legs spread wide and just begging for... Ohhh, this was dangerous...
Finally his hand found something hard pressed against Dante's thigh and he seemed to purr against Dante's non-invading mouth at the idea in his head. As soon as the old man opened his mouth to moan he would take the kiss further and really test Dante's self restraint. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but then again the rule had been against Dante touching him... not Nero touching Dante.
He squeezed his hardness through the thin boxers and growled when Dante only continued to kiss him with no indication that he felt anything at all. So he began to rub him, feeling the friction would get him what he wanted.
"Nero... are you trying to shoot my knee?" Dante suddenly asked pulling back to survey him comically.
"W-what?" Nero asked slightly dazed and most definitely confused.
"You keep jacking my gun like that and you will accomplish that task." Dante grinned teasingly. Nero shoved his hand down Dante's boxers, causing the old man to jump before he took hold of hard, cold... metal strapped to his thigh. "Or are you just suddenly attracted to weaponry? If so I have one who'd eat you up...literally."
"Dante... why are you carrying a gun today?" Nero asked as his eyes narrowed up at him. Dante laughed nervously.
"Never can be too careful..."
"Who called before we left?" Nero pressed as Dante suddenly sat back on his knees, making Nero sit up in front of him.
"Well..."
At that moment though Nero was distracted by a figure standing just a ways behind Dante's shoulder. It looked like a human at first glance, but upon further inspection resembled more of a skeleton...with skin on it. The skin was so far sunken into the face and the absence of eyes gave it a truly gruesome grin of a skeleton. It stood deathly still without breath and watched them as if it didn't know it had been seen.
Then it let out the most spine chilling scream that went to the core of his every worst nightmare before it lunged its gruesome figure at the two.