A/N: Thank you for the reviews! Sorry these chapters are sort of short. The next one should be longer. Rated M for the inevitable (seriously.)

Disclaimer: Don't own DMC or any of these characters.

The next morning Nero awoke warily. He half-expected some cheesy attempt at a romantic wake-up call or maybe Dante in bed beside him. (The latter he figured to be more likely.)

Though, none of that happened. He was completely alone. No note, no flowers, no nothing!

He folded his arms-not in disappointment he convinced himself. But if not disappointment he really wasn't sure what to call it.

Regardless, he resolved to start his day as any other and try to ignore that idiot as much as possible.

Despite this, he couldn't help himself as he passed Dante's room on the way to the shower. Backing up, he paused and opened the door just a crack.

The lazy asshole was still sleeping! Nero glared at him face down in the pillows, some drool on the pillowcase, hair askew, smooth skin, little dimples in his lower back just above the sheets-

The young devil hunter shut the door, nearly a slam, and grumbled to himself irritably continuing on to the bathroom. He didn't want to admit it but he had actually stayed up rather late last night thinking about his roommate.

His mind wouldn't leave alone the thought of that man trying to win him over. And instead of dreaming up failed attempts, Nero blushes as he recalls all the successful ways he dreamt of Dante causing him to fall in love.

Not waking up to flowers or breakfast left him feeling… well, a little more than disenchanted. Nero shook his head, trying to erase his thoughts as an etch-a-sketch and undressed before climbing into the shower.

Not several minutes into washing his hair, he heard the door open and shut.

…Was Dante in the bathroom with him? Nero paused and leaned towards the shower curtain's slight opening on one side.

After a moment or two of trying to listen and getting no feedback, Nero ignored the noise and scrubbed the shampoo from his white locks. Then he heard the tap of the toilet seat lid and had to peek out from behind the curtain.

"DANTE!" He screamed at the man standing over the toilet beside him.

"What?" The elder man asked, yawning, shaking once and zipping. Then, just to add to the list of things that pissed Nero off about this moment, he flushed.

The water hitting his body suddenly turned scalding hot. Nero's devil bringer snatched a fist full of curtain as he screamed out onto the tiles, escaping the searing droplets. He panted on the floor, trying to regain himself.

His skin was bright red and the cool tiles felt reeeaaaaalllly good. Dante stood over him laughing and slapping his knee taking great pleasure at his expense. This was more than enough motivation for the kid.

"You… Asshole!" Nero leaped up, holding the curtain around his waist like a towel as he chased Dante out of the bathroom.

I'll shoot him to death… The boy thought, grabbing Blue Rose from the sink on his way.

He stumbled on the dragging curtain trying to aim at the chuckling devil hunter fleeing ahead of him. Suddenly his prey halted and rushed back unexpectedly. Without the time to stop, and his damp feet didn't help either, Nero slammed into Dante's chest.

The older man's arms locked about Nero's lower back and he leaned into his lips softly.

The boy was paralyzed, dumbstruck as the elder continued to move his lips against his. Nero's body betrayed his mind in that instant. If he had a moment to think to stop himself that little moan would not have escaped.

Nero relaxed and shut his eyes dazedly.

Dante was pleasantly surprised at the feel of the youth against him. Soaking wet, his body was toned but fleshy, soft, and vibrant with young age. Curious fingers pressed to the gentle skin over the ridges of Nero's spine.

The kid's lips were rather plump too and they pursed smooth against his own. The demon in him growled in lustful hunger, urging the devil hunter to force himself on the boy. Irresistibly, his hand raked up Nero's thigh and brushed aside the curtain's corner.

There's only a sheet in the way… Dante smirked to himself, encouraging his hand further.

Those thoughts were interrupted with the sound of a gun cocking. Dante felt the pressure of the barrel being shoved against his stomach. Nero had snapped out of it.

"Back off, old man!" He hissed. The older hunter untangled himself from the boy and held up his hands in surrender.

"Whoa! Hey, calm down kid, that's not a toy." Dante scoffed.

"You… prick!" Nero shook his head in disbelief, "How could you think that would make me love you?"

"Just testing the waters. I did get a little something in that kiss…" Dante shrugged, completely content with these events. Nero blushed, he had heard that moan after all…

"You pervert, you went straight to trying to feel me up!" Nero jabbed his partner with the gun's barrel hard between the ribs. Dante lowered his hands to seize Nero's chin and pull the strong jaw towards his and their mouths into another kiss.

"So? Maybe I find you ridiculously attractive." Dante boldly taunted as he pulled a way, still holding his partner close. Nero was every shade of red in the face.

What is he playing at? Did he mean that or is he just testing me again? Nero's thoughts raced too quickly for him to pinpoint one and actually contemplate it.

Dante had just stolen his first and second kiss. Ever! He didn't kiss back, but… still… what if Dante took his moment of weakness as a sign of something more?

Turns out Dante did notice that, but he also had a comment for his lack of commitment in the embrace.

"You really refuse to get into it, huh? Or maybe you're just that bad of a kisser-"

The sentence was never finished as Nero's finger "slipped" on the trigger and he stormed away swiftly. Dante hunched over with a grimace, clutching his chest over his now slightly grazed heart.

Damn. He really wanted to hurt me, he laughed a bit, must've hit a nerve.

Looking up at the retreating youth he grunted between winces, "Aw yeah… he digs me…"

TBC