I need to lay off the yaoi, seriously...lmao This chapter is 11 pages long and wasn't originally meant to end here. If I had kept it where I had it, with the next part not even finished yet you'd be looking at 18+ pages of story...lmao It was 18 unfinished before I cut it and moved the rest into chapter 7. So yeah, feel free to stone me! :D
Two of my OC characters from other stories are mentioned/make an appearence here. Narc (from Bleed It Out) is mentioned, bless his poorly developed heart. Artemis (From Killing Moon) makes an appearance to my great pleasure. I dunno why, but I like Artemis. If I knew where I could post it I'd create an original story for him...lol
As I've mentioned I am going on vacation beginning next week Friday (October 31st, my 25th b-day!) and I'll be out till November 8th. Hanging out with my beta reader DevilWriterN, playing DMC, watching anime, movies etc... But mostly to collaborate. I will give you more details on our project after I return from vacation.
Anywho, so since I'll be silent for a whole week I don't want to leave you guys with nothing since Oct. 31st is my b-day. I'm getting what I want, so you should get what you want right? I vow to post Chapter 7 either early morning Oct. 31st, or in the evening of (I'm US Central time btw to get an idea of my time. :D). Possibly even the evening of October 30th if I'm too busy packing/preparing.
I'd like to think the wait will be worth it considering... you guessed it. We'll find out who's on top in chapter 7! lol My first full yaoi scene! I'm so nervous...lol
So expect to see more from me next week, and give a big thanks to Eric Draven201 for calling the monster "skeletor"...lmao That cracks me up, so I had to use it in here somewhere.
Read, review, but most importantly enjoy!
Homophobic No More
Chapter 6
Nero tackled Dante to the right, causing the sinister figure to eat dirt rather than his companion's backside.
"You are so..." Nero began to growl, but had to move as the creature came towards them again, reaching out sharp and boney fingers for them. "What the hell is that?"
"Less talk more handing over of my weaponry..."
Nero tossed him the gun and stretched out his own devil arm, more than ready to rip SOMETHING to shreds. His clawed arm blasted away from him to grab the thing, and to his shock its jaws opened wide and bit down on his hand, teeth digging into his flesh and grinding against the bones of his knuckles. Nero roared in pain and tried to pull it back, but he had a vice like grip on it.
"Let him GO!" Dante growled as he shot at it, catching it in the leg and shoulder in fear he would shoot the kid's hand if he went for a head shot.
"What are you doing?! Shoot the damn thing already!"
"I'm TRYING! Get your damn hand out of his mouth!"
Nero sneered and lifted his arm, slamming the damnable thing down against the ground. He slammed it against a nearby tree, and even tried drowning it in the water. Nothing seemed to work on it. It only seemed to grin at him as it watched him over his fist.
Dante leapt towards it, kicking it across the forehead, which while causing Nero more pain seemed to hurt it enough that it let go of Nero, who pulled his bloody hand towards him. The thing hit the ground but was up in a second to reach those boney claws out for Dante.
Dante kicked it on the side of the head, punched its toothy grin inward and no matter what damage it took it still moved.
"Kid! I need my duffle bag!" Dante yelled back to Nero as he tried to keep teeth from biting his nose.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me?" Nero groaned as he glanced to the opposite shore where the bag sat exactly where they'd left it. "What about you?"
"I can take him, just get me that bag!"
Nero growled and dived into the water, feeling a sting on his hand as the murky water seeped into his wound and yet he pushed forward. He made it to the shallow end and quickly waded through the water to pull himself ashore. He ran to the bag and looked within not only to find his Blue Rose, but the twin gun that was missing from the one Dante now carried. There was also a machete...
Nero closed it up and slung it around his neck, determined to make it back with the load. When he glanced back at the island though no one was there.
"Dante?!" Nero yelled as he looked wildly around. Then he heard something come from above and watched in horror as the skeletal figure held Dante in mid-air by his neck. Dante was blasting the thing with bullets but it had no effect on it. His face was red, eyes bulging.
Nero pulled Blue Rose and quickly aimed for the creatures head, taking the shot and watching as the two rounds hit both empty eye sockets causing the creature to scream in agony before dropping Dante into the water.
Nero dived in, swimming to where he'd seen Dante fall and getting panicky when he didn't see the hunter resurface. He dove under and might've missed him if it weren't for his white hair reflecting off the sun left above the surface. He went down to grab his hand, to pull him back up when Nero felt something tug on his neck from behind. He felt the bony fingers closing on his windpipe and tried to reach back to grab at the thing holding him. He could hear the teeth by his ears snapping, a dull clunking noise under the water. His air was getting low, and the more he struggled the less energy he had.
Then he felt a tug at the bag still at his side, and next thing Dante had lopped off one of the creatures arms. He felt warm fingertips pull him skyward and before he knew it air was again filling his lungs as his head lolled on Dante's shoulders.
"C'mon kid, we gotta swim." Dante encouraged.
They moved quickly through the water once Nero regained his senses, and made it back to the shore.
"What is it…? Dante?" Nero huffed as he knelt on the sand to catch his breath.
"It's a pestilence demon and a real nasty one too." He responded as he pushed the kid over to lie down. "You Ok?"
"How do we kill the damn thing?" Nero continued ignoring Dante's question.
"We don't. The only way to be done with them is to sever their limbs and bury them apart from the rest. Burn the head to make sure it never assembles itself again. We'll have to reclaim that arm unless it's already re-attached it."
Nero reached over and grabbed the machete from Dante's hand before standing slightly wobbly to stare out into the water. The thing was out there somewhere...
"You were planning this weren't you?"
"Nero..." Dante sighed. "Well... I wasn't planning to see skeletor till later. The informant said it doesn't show up till later at night." Dante answered truthfully, which only seemed to make Nero's glare deepen.
"So it wasn't Antonio's on the phone was it?"
"N-not quite. I swear though Nero I was going to tell you about it and kind of have it be the icing of our hang out sess--"
"It's coming..." Nero cut him off as the pestilence demon began coming out of the water towards them. It was holding its own severed arm, and when it caught the scent of them it popped it back into the joint with a disgusting squelch and pop. "Come and get me you ugly son of a bitch."
Nero's eyes narrowed and he felt Dante hovering to his side. He would deal with Dante later. He'd been having a fucking good time up until now, and honestly thought for once he could have a normal day alone with his companion. As usual though it was one more thing to remind him he was anything but, and worse yet Dante had set it all up. Apparently Dante thought so little of him that he assumed Nero didn't know what a pestilence demon was or what it was attracted to. The horror movies had it partially right, and the sin of hormonal heat between two lovers can alert these kinds of demons who knew nothing was tastier than a human at their peak of seduction. Even more intense of the heat between two half demons. Nero half wondered if Dante had been using him for bait the entire time.
The creature hissed at them, seeing the machete in Nero's hand and probably knowing what it was intended for. It watched them cautiously, looking for an opening but Nero wasn't going to be ambushed by it or even wait for the damn thing to come to him. He was angry, PISSED and wanted to take every bit of his frustration out on this thing.
He ran at it, getting a yell from Dante for being so reckless but he didn't care. He was thirsting for its blood now, feeling if he could erase it from this picturesque scene that somehow it wouldn't have truly put a mark on an otherwise perfect day. He lashed out, swiping the machete carelessly this way and that, cutting anything he could find. He cut it at the elbow, ankle, knee, neck, torso, side... it went on and on until parts were barely distinguishable except for its head.
Nero bent over and grasped the skull with his aching devil hand and brought it to stare directly into his face.
"You fucked with the wrong man today asshole." He hissed before laying as much force as he could into his grip, feeling the bone beneath the skull cracking under the vice like pressure. There was a sound of depression, bone scraping bone as the cracks gave way and shattered into a jigsaw of bone fragments.
Nero stood quietly, feeling Dante somewhere behind him but all he could do was look around at the mess at his feet. Limbs everywhere pulsated as if they were seeking one another out.
"Nero, you OK kid?" Dante asked as he set an arm on his bare shoulder. Nero slapped it away and shivered. He was still wet from the water and with the sun slowly descending in the sky it had began to get chilly out. He looked up at Dante for a second, and then passed by him without a word as he dropped the machete. "Hey, c'mon and talk to me."
"Did you plan it all? The day out here, the kiss? Everything so you could get paid?" Nero asked quietly as he bent over to pick up his tank top before throwing it on with his back to Dante.
"I told you. We were supposed to fight side by side, but it wasn't supposed to come till later I swear."
"You swear..." He laughed. "That thing came after us because you couldn't keep your hands off of me like I told you to earlier." Nero rumbled as he pulled on his jeans over the wet shorts.
"Whoa, hang on there. You were the one who was yanking my trigger. All I wanted was a kiss."
"Well you got it... Satisfied now? Happy?" Nero said in a voice that was much too calm to be normal.
"Hey, don't be like th--"
As Dante reached out to grab him Nero spun around and shoved Dante into the water. He stood for a second as if to calculate this move but then grabbed up the keys and headed back to the bike without even waiting for Dante. By the time Dante had collected himself both the bike and Nero had disappeared leaving him to find his own way back.
Nero shook, feeling a fool for ever having let his guard down in front of Dante. His thoughts earlier of rewarding the old man were completely forgotten and suddenly his original plans began to formulate in his head. He would teach Dante not to mess with him, even if it meant Dante learning the hard way.
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It took Dante a while to bury the dismembered body parts and walk back to Devil May Cry. He solemnly headed inside wondering how exactly he would fix this. He'd kill Narc for giving him false information.
'There's a local beach where a lot of the teens go for a little action. Lately though kids have been going missing, and the one couple who got away were labeled delusional for saying it was a walking skeleton. It's a definite two man job, you got back up?'
He had. He thought the kid would want to join him on this mission, since Dante wasn't even being paid for it. Dante had been going to that beach for years, and so the thought of a demon ruining the fun for everyone had pissed him off enough to take the job for free. He figured after a fun day he and Nero could take the creature down to cap off the evening which was why he'd brought Blue Rose with him. All they needed to do was keep the thing distracted long enough for Dante or Nero to move in and start lopping off limbs.
The look in the kid's eyes though... He really was going to tell him, but he'd been having so much fun he figured he'd have until a bit after sundown to inform him of their grand finale since the thing only came out after dark. He was going to surprise him... and boy had he. Lost in his own world while messing with the kid he had forgotten one important rule. When dealing with demon's watch the hormones... If he were guilty of anything it was blissfully foolish ignorance as he lay against the kid.
Dante walked inside to find Nero sitting on the steps to the second floor and when he walked in Nero's eyes came to his. He was dressed in a dry hoodie and jeans. Nero always wore the long sleeved hoodies when he wanted to travel without his arm brace because he could easily put the hand inside the sleeve to keep people from noticing it. Dante noted with a pang of guilt that what he could see of the kid's knuckle had not yet healed from being bitten.
"Go get dressed." Nero said in a frustrated growl.
"Listen kid."
"No, we're not talking about this now. I want a beer and you said I could choose what we do tonight so we're going to a bar." Nero said firmly before standing. "Don't care what you wear, just be ready to go."
Dante watched him blankly as he turned to walk up the steps with a sort of defeated look on his face, hands crammed into his pockets. At least this meant Nero wasn't so angry that he didn't want him around anymore, but he didn't like the idea of the kid drinking either. He sighed and went to get into dry clothes.
He found the kid waiting downstairs after he'd gotten dressed and Nero stood when he reached the bottom of the stairs before heading for the door.
"Wait."
Nero paused and turned slightly to look at him. Dante couldn't read his face, and there was something seriously wrong with that, because Nero had the most expressive face of anyone he'd ever known. Nero could never hide his true feelings, but the look there was a blank canvas that gave away nothing.
Dante took a few steps forward to close the gap between them, and when he was close Nero turned his face to look at the floor.
"I meant what I said Nero. I don't want you walking out the door angry over something like this when you have the wrong idea."
Dante lifted a hand to turn the boy's stubborn jaw towards him and he was met by those strange eyes. Dante had been told his stare could pierce, but Nero's eyes were always set ablaze with his emotions. Every emotion in the boy's eyes was pure fire so beautiful it couldn't be contained no matter how much Dante wanted to capture it.
Nero seemed to sigh, eyes falling to the wayside even as Dante kept his chin in place. So Dante leaned forward and pressed the kids forehead to his own as each hand cupped his face, causing Nero to look back at him. He flushed a rosy pink and Dante held back the chuckle in his throat, knowing it might anger him further.
"Can we just go?" Nero finally asked.
"Sure," he replied before kissing Nero's head and walking around him towards the door.
Nero stood in place for a moment before turning to follow after Dante. So Dante didn't want Nero getting angry? OK old man... how about I get even instead?
--
"Where are you taking me?" Dante asked as they walked. With the exception of Paulie's and Love Planet there wasn't much in the way of fun places to go within walking distance.
"New place." Nero replied and said no more. Dante eyed the back of his head, determining if the kid was still angry or beginning to finally believe his intentions were genuine. Still, there was something in the kid's eye as they left the shop he had seen before, but couldn't put his finger on it right then.
They crossed a few streets and turned a corner to see a place Dante had never seen before. Then again he couldn't remember coming this way before, and the place didn't really announce itself. There was no sign to indicate the place, but the music coming from within and light had a heavy glare of a very crowded bar. Nero went in without hesitation and Dante tried his best to keep up with him.
Once inside Dante's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting mixed with strobe lights while his ears adjusted to the loud base of music.
"This is a bar?" Dante yelled over the music.
Nero lifted his hand and thumbed towards a very large and brightly lit bar on the other side of the room before heading towards it. On that side of the room it was a lot quieter, but Dante noted as they passed all the odd looks they were getting.
"What'll you have?" A tall, blonde man asked from behind the bar when Nero sat down. Nero looked thoughtful and smirked with a knowing smile.
"Sex on the beach." Nero said.
Dante eyed him pointedly before taking the bar stool next to him. Ha ha, very funny kid.
"And you?" The bartender, whose name tag said Erik asked Dante as his blue eyed gazed turned towards him.
"Beer." Dante mumbled as he gazed hypnotized by the bar case of glass, mirror's and lights before him.
"Sure thing handsome." Erik said with a wink towards Dante as he handed Nero his drink. Nero seemed to hold in a bit of laughter when he tried to drink it and it just made Dante turn towards him.
"Dude, I think the bartender is gay."
Nero turned red as he tried to keep a serious face.
"Really?" He asked.
"Is there something you want to say?" Dante asked not liking to be the only one not in on the joke.
"Bottom's up?" Nero replied before lifting his glass and beginning to drink it. Dante rolled his eyes and swiveled the chair around so he could look at the crowd conversing at tables and dancing on the heavily lit dance floor. Something seemed off as he watched their shadows undulating out there. The more he watched the more he noticed others staring back at him with interest and hunger. It made him shiver. What the hell was this?
Then he looked into a darken corner of the room where two guys stood near a wall, one leaning close to the other and then when their mouths touched in a tender kiss what was missing from the bar became obvious. There wasn't a single woman in the entire place.
"Dude..." Dante began as he turned to look at Nero, who was already turned and looking at him expectantly. "D-did you bring me to a gay bar?"
It was then Nero burst out laughing and Dante's eyes widened.
"What the hell kid?! You call this a reward?!"
"Teh, no I call this payback. You lost your reward earlier today." Nero grinned at him. Dante turned away from the crowd and found the bartender had set his beer behind him while he browsed the crowd. He picked it up and took the whole thing in four large gulps.
"I can't believe you'd bring me here." Dante growled. He seriously couldn't believe it. Dante had nothing against these places, but while he knew being with the kid made him gay he wasn't exactly ready to go flaunting it to the world just then. Nero had done this out of malice to hurt his pride, but what hurt more was that the kid wanted to hurt him. "I'm leaving."
Dante pulled a few dollars from his pocket, tossed them down on the bar and headed for the door. Nero did not try to stop him, and as Dante looked back he saw Nero in discussion with the bartender. He also couldn't help but notice a few people take notice that Nero was alone... It made his hair stand on end at the idea of the kid getting drunk and going home with someone else.
So instead Dante hid in the shadows to keep an eye on Nero, not able to just walk back and sit beside him. He wanted the kid to think he'd left, give him some time to reflect on everything. So he sat in a booth a distance behind him.
An hour passed and Nero just remained sitting at the bar, drinking more and more as time went on. There were a few close calls where Dante considered getting up to punch a guys lights out for trying to pick Nero up, but always he got rid of them to Dante's relief. He didn't know whether to be happy at the fact he kept them at bay or angry at the fact Nero remained here instead of heading home to where he thought Dante was.
He realized for all the kid's kindness, he also knew how to cut deeply and it had been a long time since Dante had ever been cut. Normally he didn't much care, but with Nero everything was different. He wanted him to belong to him, and to want him in return. The kid was too complicated, and yet it was something he liked about him. His unpredictability.
IF it hadn't been Dante in the hot seat he would've thought the kid clever for coming up with this little prank. He liked his sense of play... when it wasn't against him.
"Dante?"
He looked up startled to see a tall, graceful figure standing before him. The silver eyes smiled at him as a pert mouth mimicked it, framed by long waist length strands of onyx hair. Dante let out a sigh of relief, but then noted how odd it was to see Artemis...in a gay bar.
"Artemis... what the hell are you doing here?" Dante asked slightly shocked at seeing him standing there. Artemis was a spell caster who Dante had come to rely on in his line of work since he knew he could trust him not to go all apocalyptic on him when it came to the darker stuff. The two had formed a quiet civility over the last few years. Judging by his past history though there wasn't a gay bone in his corporeal body.
"I'm meeting a client who swings this way." He smirked as he pointed out towards the crowd. "I might ask you what you're doing here."
A thin black eyebrow raised and silver eyes seemed to grin knowingly at him. Dante lifted a hand and pointed to Nero.
"I guess I swing his way." Dante offered.
"Is this the one you were always thinking about?" He asked as he took a seat beside him in the booth.
"Dude, I told you to stop reading my thoughts." Dante growled at him. So apparently Artemis knew about his feelings for Nero long before Dante had.
"It's kind of hard to not listen when you're screaming 'I want to # you' at the top of your inner voice."
Dante just blinked at him. Had his mind really been saying that?
"Don't worry, you two are well suited. His mind screams the same, which is something I don't hear very often from such offensive personalities."
"Offensive huh? The only one pulling away right now is him." Dante said bitterly as he watched another guy come and go at trying to engage Nero in conversation.
"Is he really? Isn't there something you're hiding from him?"
"Don't even go there Artemis."
"You'll never be healed until you--"
"I know, I know. Geez, didn't you have a client to meet or something?" Dante asked in an annoyed tone.
"I am."
"You are what?" Dante asked.
"Meeting him." Artemis replied thoughtfully as he gazed at Dante.
"I don't recall inviting you here?" Dante said blandly.
"When will you learn everything has a flow? Trust me, you need me tonight." Artemis said as he placed a hand on Dante's shoulder. Dante stared at it. "No I'm not gay Dante, geez. Help! Not sleep with. Is that ALL you ever think about?"
Dante chuckled as he turned back to look to where Nero was sitting.
"Apparently so..." Artemis said in a low voice. Ok, so Dante felt slightly better not having to go this alone, but he seriously didn't see how Artemis could help him. He'd let it go though for now and see what the night brought.
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"Not interested." Nero mumbled as another guy came over and put an arm around him. What did they think he was a free for all? Teh... and Dante had left him here to deal with all this like a jack ass. He didn't have to up and leave like a baby... Nero decided he didn't feel guilty about it... not at... all.
"I think you should head home kid. Soon we'll have to carry you out." Erik said as he eyed him concerned.
"I can't go back there. I'm not gonna make him think I need him or nothing."
"The rugged good looking guy?"
"That's MY rugged good looking guy, so don't go getting any ideas." Nero growled. He felt touchy, as if the world was out to take everything from him. Maybe it was the booze talking, or the fact that no matter what he did he couldn't seem to keep Dante in line. He wanted to show the old man that he was every bit as much of a man as he was, and yet he couldn't seem to dominate over him. God he wanted him... He could even feel the alcohol bringing some of those intimate thoughts to the surface.
Dante's issues began after that kiss, but Nero's started from the moment he saw Dante. At first it was just a hope that Dante would come and visit them again. When he didn't Nero took the initiative to come around, following after the hunter. Yet found whenever he saw Trish sitting near to Dante that something felt wrong about it, like he didn't want her around him. Soon it became dreams of simple things like them fighting side by side. The night he found that yaoi stuff on the net though there was a dream where they were fighting one another in that bedroom in headquarters when Dante wanted to take Yamato from him.
Rather than letting Nero go, the dream turned to Dante holding Nero down on that bed and doing... not so comrade-like things. It was the first time Nero felt like touching himself, as it was heavily shunned among the people of Fortuna. Nero kept his wits about him, fought the urges but after that forced kiss he told the world to shove itself and let the thoughts come naturally in the dark of night when he was alone. He didn't think it was cheating on Kyrie since Dante was a man, so it didn't count. Even now he felt his face flush at the relief at hearing Kyrie tell him she was leaving Fortuna. He had loved her so long that Dante's entry into his life made him realize Kyrie's own feelings had been like a curse. He finally got what he wanted, but it wasn't what he wanted anymore.
"Calm down. I'm not going to take your man from you." Erik smirked as he leaned on the bar. "But I can't say the same about that beautiful creature over there."
Nero looked at him confused before turning to see what he was pointing at. His eyes narrowed as he saw Dante and an ungodly beautiful man sitting side by side and laughing about something. The black haired man leaned in to whisper something in Dante's ear and it only made Nero's blood boil to see Dante bust out laughing. He clenched his demonic arm and shook slightly.
Tell him to get away from you asshole! Don't let him touch you!
The man only put an arm around Dante's shoulder as they continued to laugh, and then the silver eyes looked up. They looked directly at Nero... and smiled. It was a challenging, knowing smile as if to say yeah I've got your man. What are you gonna do about it...kid? Nero's eyes narrowed even more, his mouth sneering.
Dante was momentarily looking away from the man by his side, and in that moment he began to lean inward towards his ear again. Slowly, almost purposely intimate. Nero felt himself stand and he began stomping over to where the two men sat oh so cozy...
He made his way through the crowd and in his haste to get at the devil hunter he slammed his arm into something solid.
"Hey!" A voice growled, but Nero ignored it until he felt someone take hold of his arm and turn him around. "Aren't you gonna apologize?"
An extremely large man in jeans and a leather jacket glared down at Nero as his meaty claw tightened on Nero's arm.
"Get off me." Nero hissed not wanting to be disturbed from his current goal.
"I said apologize!"
The big man seemed to turn even redder as Nero ignored him, knocking his arm off as he walked away.
"You little punk!" He growled and suddenly Nero felt something brush the back of his head. Gasps started from all sides of the room and Nero didn't fully comprehend what had just happened. It was then glass tinkled down onto his shoulders and he realized the bastard had HIT him with a bottle...
Nero turned to glare at him and the big guy seemed to go pale at Nero not falling over in pain. He began lifting his demonic hand as if to use it before he felt a rough hand grab it while still concealed in his sleeve.
"What the HELL are you doing?" Dante growled when Nero turned to see who had stopped him.
"Me?! What are YOU doing with HIM?" Nero growled in return pointing to the long haired stranger who waved at him.
"Who, Artemis?" Dante asked with a smirk.
"This your bitch? Better teach him some manners." Big and fatty mouthed off when he realized Dante had stopped Nero from attacking. Nero turned and tried to fly at him but Dante held him at bay.
"You can't fight him!" Dante hissed in his ear.
"Fuck off old man. I can take him."
"That's the problem brat, now let it go."
"White haired freaks." Fatty spat, and the direct insult to not one but BOTH of them seemed to knock something off kilter. Dante pressed a hand to Nero's chest to push him back before he walked up and slugged the big guy. Dante could not tolerate ignorant people, especially anyone who called him or the kid a freak. It brought up too many repressed memories to just let that one go.
Fatty was lifted off the ground and flew onto an unoccupied table, breaking the legs under it as he landed on it.
"Not fair!" Nero yelled. "You can hit him but I can't?"
"Shaddup kid." Dante grunted seriously annoyed at the entire situation. Then someone yelled and Dante turned just in time to see fatty come running at him. He stepped back to avoid the fist and winced when it instead... hit Nero.
Caught off guard and inebriated Nero fell over into Artemis, who luckily seemed to be the only one with any balance as he caught him.
"You OK?" Artemis inquired.
"Eat me," the kid growled as he pushed him off.
"No thanks, I get the impression you'd go straight to my thighs. Literally..." He said distastefully in mockery of the fact he'd met Nero in a gay bar.
Nero turned to find out where his attacker had gone to find Dante had him in a headlock, knuckling the top of his bald head with glee.
"Who's the bitch now?" He teased triumphantly as he obviously was the stronger of the two. He started using his head as a bongo drum.
"Bravo Dante." Artemis said smoothly with a lilting smile. It only seemed to make Dante look up and grin widely.
"YOU stay out of this girly man." Nero said pointing a finger in Artemis' face.
"Well that's uncalled for. I'll have you know spiritually speaking I am neither male or female."
Nero blinked at him as the whack job crossed his arms feigning insult. Then he turned to look at Dante who was actually... laughing. AGAIN. It pissed him off even more as he clenched his fist and ground his jaw.
"You know what? You want him? Take him. I'm out of here." Nero said after stumbling a bit. He headed for the front door, and heard the sound of more scuffling before Dante grabbed him by the arm to make him stay. It only angered Nero further, so he switched the grip and shoved Dante against the door. A direct role replacement of the first time Dante had... Did that mean nothing either? Had it all been a farce to trick Nero into letting his guard down? He felt humiliated standing there with all those eyes on him.
Dante was still, one arm trapped by his head with the other still around Nero's demonic wrist by his waist. He was breathing hard and Nero could almost hear the rapid beating of the old man's heart even over the base of the music. He sneered when he felt himself harden at the thought that he was finally in control over him in front of a room full of people who watched with keen eyes to see what might come next. Apparently fatty had backed down, because he did not try to attack again. Nero himself somehow anticipated his own next move.
This revenge did not satisfy him as much as it seemed it might, and had blown up in his face if truth be told. Then a wicked idea came into his mind. He could get it here, in front of all these people. After all hadn't Dante humiliated him on the phone with the delivery man? He owed him a little public humility after all he'd been through. It brought back the day's earlier thoughts of wanting to dominate Dante and sent a pleasurable tingle down his spine. He eyed his elder companion and an odd hush of voices seemed to hold its breath somewhere behind them.
Nero stepped into Dante, pressing his knee between the elder's thighs to press his growing erection against his.
"We never did get to finish that kiss, did we old man?" Nero asked with a bit of a teasing smile as Dante swallowed hard. "You want your reward? Have it then."
Nero licked at Dante's mouth slowly, uncaring of who saw it at that moment. Dante was trying to push at him, but in the same breath Nero could feel him trying to fight the obvious heat between them. He lifted his knee to brush against Dante's inner thigh, and when the man took breath he stole it back in a deep kiss.
Nero was demanding, punishing as he kissed him. One hand dropping down to sit at the hem of his shirt before sliding up and under it to play with a hardened nipple. Dante moaned, his body tensing as he tried to keep Nero's invading caress at bay. Yet his body shivered and Nero could feel the elder growing hard against his knee.
The kiss, Dante's cologne and the mixture of booze in his system only made him want the man more. He wanted that sweet image of Dante submitting to him, panting beneath him as he was taken body and soul to be devoured by his demonic hunger. This was it, he wasn't holding out anymore. Nero found his limit, and had to pull himself from the hunter's mouth.
"We're going home... NOW" He rumbled huskily before pulling the wrist still in his demonic hand away so he could throw the door open and pull his companion the rest of the way home.
"Well then..." Artemis said uncomfortably as most people gawked at the place the two had just been making out at. He felt someone pinch his butt and turned to see the same big guy who had started the fight standing next to him. "Excuse me..." he said thoroughly displeased.
"You're kind of cute..." Fatty said with a blushing sideways glance. "Want to dance?"
"I don't think so." Artemis replied blandly before he vanished before their eyes. If getting hit on by a 300 pound man was his reward he was fully confident he'd never help Dante again...
Hmmm... will it be Dante or Nero... Nero or Dante...