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Dante had been locked in his room for a while now. Nero had eaten breakfast, showered, and flipped through an entire magazine without a word from the man.

He'd stroll back and forth to his room and strut just a little more slowly as he passed Dante's door. He'd hesitate and think about entering if just for a second, shuffling his feet and eventually halting.

The door looked really big for some reason, and ominous and… foreboding. There was a certain aura radiating from it. Not quite demonic but definitely something to steer clear of.

It was strange of Dante to do this… So strange… But, there's no way Nero could go in there, it was too awkward! Dante had caught him masturbating!

Normally, that would have been the worse case scenario. That old pervert and Nero being half naked and touching himself? Yeah, that's a recipe for disaster. However, the psycho did not pounce on him or even poke fun at the situation. Somehow he was possessed by a saint and walked out silently.

That made Nero the most confused. What in the hell does that mean? He was sure that he was doomed. He was going to have to face the fact that Dante was going to mount him right there.

Maybe the sight disgusted him? That can't be right-it's Dante. Still, the thought of actually being rejected by the man pissed him off.

In all reality, despite his best efforts and the efforts of his hardworking brain, he was starting to like Dante… he liked him a lot and not just in sexual ways.

It started that way but regardless of how Dante became imbedded in this cerebellum, he was stuck there. However, that very notion made him want to puke. He had to get this kiss over with… then everything could go back to normal and he wouldn't give two shits about Dante or his stupid bet.

He raised his fist to the door and bit his lip. Still hesitating. He thought about this kiss for a second. What if I can't stop myself…

What if I end up confessing something stupid right there in the kiss? "Dante I kinda sorta like you and maybe we could be… something more than this bet is letting us be?"

"Damn…" Nero's hand trembled the longer he waited. I'm gonna hurl I'm really gonna hurl…

Then he heard the creak of the door downstairs.

"Hullo~" A woman's voice chimed, maybe a customer. Nero seized the opportunity for a distraction and gratefully pulled himself from Dante's door. He rushed downstairs and was greeted not by a customer, but by Lady.

"Hey." He waved as he stepped off the final stair. Lady wasn't his favorite person in the world, since she tends to treat him like a child even more so than Dante, but anyone is better than that man right now.

"Oh hey, Nero. Where's Dante? I've got a few debt issues to discuss with him." She sat herself on the edge of the pool table, crossing her legs and sighing with folded arms. She was obviously frustrated. Nero stood beside her and smiled.

"If he heard you just now, you know he's probably climbing out of the window up there." He mused, jerking a thumb upwards in indication. Lady rolled her eyes, knowing that was probably true.

"I don't have time for this, it's the one night I have to go out with friends and I need the cash." Nero's head tilted towards the conversation now. Go out? With… friends? Against his better judgment, Nero raised his pointer finger signaling 'wait a sec'.

"U-um. You have friends?" Nero scratched the back of his head anxiously.

"You think I can't have friends?" She snarled, tossing the cue ball at Nero's head. He ducked and it slammed into the wall several meters behind him. He raised an eyebrow at her, suggesting that she just proved his point. "You're right…" She shook her head, "But these two don't really mind the way I am. We've been sort of friends for a while now, before I was really like this, and one suggested we have a night out… I guess I was kinda excited about actually getting a normal evening or something like that." She seemed to fighting herself in telling Nero all of this.

Then, the boy was overcome with an idea. Regardless of his fear of another pool ball, Nero quickly popped the question that had floated into his head.

"Do you think… I could go?" Nero mumbled, staring at the ground as he asked.

"What?" Lady laughed, "Why?"

"I just need to… get over someone and thought maybe…"

"You're still stuck on Kyrie? Christ, that was ages ago! You do need a little romance don't you?" She chuckled. Nero blushed, nodding.

"Kyrie… Yeah. Thanks, I didn't think you'd be so open to that idea." He grinned weakly.

"Yeah, well you're hopeless. I hate to see that in a kid. So, I guess I'll come by in a couple of hours and we'll go to the club." She smiled, standing and turning to leave.

"You're not going to get the money from Dante?"

"Like he has it…" She grumbled, shutting the door.

"Right." Nero smiled, then thought about it for a moment. Why did she even come over then? Just to give Dante a hard time? That's awful third-grade-crush of her. Maybe we both need to get over that idiot, jeez. Part of him got a tad jealous actually. That reminded him of the unfinished business upstairs.

He looked back up at the steps and heaved a sigh. Well it's now or never. This is it, I'm closing this short chapter of my confused life and burning the pages. Dante will get his kiss and then it's off to a normal evening with Lady and some girls. Well, as normal as an evening with Lady can be.

Nero knocked on Dante's door with confidence now. Dante groaned, but didn't answer. Nero sighed, annoyed, and stormed into the room. The pathetic devil hunter was sprawled out on his bed looking rather depressed.

"What do you want, kid?" He mumbled against the pillow.

Nero had never seen Dante upset before, it was strange. Even in desperate situations Dante acted cocky and self-assured. So now, as this sad lump lay in the bed, Nero had to wonder what in the hell happened to make the guy this moody.

Not knowing how to react to his distraught state, Nero just continued with what he came for.

"I… just wanted to give you that kiss, as promised. I want you to leave me alone." He said it sternly.

"I don't need it… it wouldn't prove anything anymore." Dante rolled over, staring off at nothing.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Nero blurted, unable to stand this weirdness anymore. Dante's gaze drifted over to him lazily, but he didn't say anything. "Why does it need to prove anything? Will you get over whatever you're moping about and just let me kick you out of my love life?"
Silence.
Nero thought maybe he wasn't going to respond at all. Then suddenly, the crazy ass burst out into laughter. The old man's lost it. He laughed for a long time and Nero was considering fleeing the room. He's acting so weird!

"What!" The boy backed off a bit but shouted all the same.

"Nothing…" His roommate wiped his eye of a tear and sat up shaking his head, "So, I guess that means you think you can resist me once you start? Remember you have to put your all into this kiss." His usual narcissism arose and he seemed to be back to himself. Also he completely tossed out that idea of not needing the kiss anymore.

"I'll fake it real nice for you." Nero spat, and approached the bed.

"Just kiss me as hard as you think you hate me, that oughta spice it up." Dante encouraged.

Nero glared at him, but the idea did stick in his head. If he actually decided to kiss Dante as fiercely as he wanted to choke him right now it'd be pretty intense. He crawled on hands and knees over Dante and pushed their lips together. Immediately, he could tell the elder was holding back, just to see what he would do with it.

In response to his lack of passion, Nero seized the back of his hair and thrust Dante into the pillows before chasing him with his mouth and coiling an inviting tongue along his bottom lip. He earned a deep moan with that one.

His tongue slipped between Dante's lips and teased his with a smooth glide and a low purr while his fingernails raked up through his hair and caught fistfuls of it. Dante had to admit that the feel of the devil bringer's claws pushing through his follicles and against his scalp was a wonderful taunt.

The elder finally had to reply and forcefully kissed back. Nero rocked his hips to meet Dante's as the elder hunter rushed to sit upright.

The two became competitive. Fighting for dominance. The kisses were feverish and teeth were bared. Nero nipped at the soft flesh of Dante's bottom lip and captured it between his teeth, pulling roughly before gliding back into a caress of mouths.

Dante held Nero by the waist, pushing his mouth further against the boy's. Nero felt himself losing strength again. The longer he was in the man's embrace the less he felt the urge to leave it.

Dante's hand slipped under the back of Nero's hoodie and shifted all the way up to his nape, lifting his shirt a little as a result. The youth didn't pay much attention to it and let his partner have his last touches as he was never going to have his body this close ever again.

Then the hand slowly raked down his spine and Nero shivered, pushing harder against Dante. He kept going and those sly digits wedged into the back of his pants. Okay, that's a little too far…

"I think… we're done here…" Nero sealed the final kiss and panted with his forehead pressed against Dante's. His eyes fell to Dante's lips which were red, swollen and glossy. He ached for just one more taste but if he even moved for them the elder would no doubt have a comment and this would have been for nothing.

Dante removed his hand and gingerly glided it up about Nero's jaw and then back behind his ear, stroking his hair.

Nero furrowed his brow at the motion but said nothing. He was too out of breath anyways. They panted in silence for a while, just staring at the space between each other.

"I love you." Nero's breath hitched and he couldn't recall how to start his lungs again. He shifted his eyes upwards to meet Dante's.

Who said that… he… did Dante just…?

"W-what?" Nero leaned away from him slowly. His roommate shoved him back on the bed and clasped the kid's hands together above his head while pushing himself between his legs.
"I can't let you go." Dante shook his head.

"… Are you joking? It's not funny." Nero frowned, his heart pounded as he started to panic. This was the sort of behavior he expected earlier, but not now!

The elder leaned over his body and gave him a slow and genuine kiss. Nero's eyes were wide open, staring into the man's gently closed ones. He saw one hand remove itself from binding his wrists and disappear downwards.

"H-hey… old man!" Nero could tell how off he was. Something was definitely wrong. Dante kissed him again and he felt the pressure of a hand on his inner thigh, sliding up from his knee. "Don't! Dante, stop!" Nero writhed against his hold but couldn't get out this time.

It wasn't like before when the elder hunter had given him the option of pushing him off at any point Nero wanted, now he was in control of how long this lasted. And… it seemed like it wasn't going to stop anywhere close to the line Nero had drawn.

Dante smoothed his hand over Nero's groin. The youth bit his lip as the man locked eyes with him. He couldn't say anything to those eyes. He couldn't stop this. The elder hunter ground the heel of his palm against his crotch and cupped him hard.

Nero bucked up against the touch involuntarily and whined a muffled cry into his tightly clamped lips.

"Th-this is too far… ssstop it! The bet is over remember?" Nero didn't want to beg but he was on the verge of submitting. Dante ignored him and undid his pants. He shoved them down his thighs to his knees. Nero blushed, he was half-hard already and couldn't do much to disguise that fact in this position.

Dante used both hands to shove Nero's wrists down by his hips and pin him that way. This gave him access to the boy's navel which he licked clear across the underwear line.

"D-Dante!" Nero realized his protests were coming off as gasps of euphoria but he couldn't do anything about that either.

"You're wet." Dante spoke for the first time since those unconfirmed words. Nero felt himself melt at the comment. Why was that so tempting? This was all backwards! Why would Dante say "I love you" and then not use those words for any kind of leverage in his favor. Instead he's trying to give Nero a blowjob and not vice versa?

Dante kissed down the inside of his thigh. God please no… His lips were in the crook of the boy's thigh and hip. Nero sunk his teeth into his arm, preparing himself for the man's tongue.

Wait… my arm?

He shoved the devil hunter from his crotch and kicked him into the headboard.

"Can't I get through a whole day without being slapped, punched, or kicked by you? I mean damn, kid!" Dante rubbed the back of his head. That seemed to snap him back to his usual self. There was no trace of that man that was forcing himself over Nero just a second ago.

"I don't get it." Nero snatched a blanket and covered his tented underwear and naked thighs. He some how found enough blood still in his upper body to blush.

"Are you paying attention to anything at all? Do you have eyes? Ears?" Dante was really going to lecture him right now, of all times. "I said 'I love you' and I was trying to prove that by going down on you. Do you 'get it' now?"

Nero wasn't going to have any of it.

"I'm tired of stupid lies and stunts like that! I'm tried of you saying things that you don't mean and I just want this bet to be over! That's why I came in here." Nero shouted, "I'm going out with Lady and her friend's tonight to put this all behind me." Nero muttered the last part as Dante looked very interested as soon as he mentioned going out. The man laughed pretty hard at that statement.

"You idiot, there's no way you could be with a human girl. Not without being celibate anyways and do you really want to go back to that after these two days with me?"

"You're saying I can never be with anyone sexually or even romantically for that matter? …I can never be happy because I'm part demon?" Nero stared at his devil bringer as he clasped it with his human hand sadly. This was what was wrong with Kyrie… if I was still with her she'd just end up getting hurt…

"Not at all. I'm saying you have slim pickings but don't worry because this handsome devil is throwing himself at you." He winked. Nero's upset evaporated in that statement and was replaced with fury.

"You ass, this is why I will never be with you!" Nero pulled up his pants, "you're too into yourself to have a relationship."

"So you were considering us together?" Dante smirked.

"But the whole 'hating you' thing got in the way." Nero shot back, nearly triggering with all the rage he felt. He'd never been so pissed in his life.

They both heard the door open and turned to the hallway. Lady had come back.
"Hey! Nero!" She called, "We're waiting outside!"

Nero faced back to Dante and somehow calmed himself enough to try and leave peacefully.

"I'll be going on my date now." He smiled, sliding off the end of the bed to leave. Dante lunged forward and seized him from behind, nuzzling his face into Nero's hoodie.

"I wuv you sweetie!" He squeezed him tight. Nero growled and Dante quickly released him.

"That kiss meant we're done now, remember?" Nero snarled, "No more shit like that!"

"Right, have fun!" He waved, shaking his head as if he had forgotten. Nero slammed the door.

"And good luck with that BONER!" The door came flying off the hinges and towards Dante's face. He rolled off the bed just in time as the bottom right corner of it buried itself in the wall.

"Aw, I love it when you're feisty, babe…" Dante smirked as he watched Nero flex his devil bringer and storm off down the hall.

The elder hunter lay on the floor smiling, so pleased with himself. He finally told Nero. It didn't go well at all, as he expected. But he told him! He'd been laying in bed for several hours just thinking it over and over. I love Nero. I love Nero. He turned into a sort of zombie with only that on his mind and just couldn't stand it when the kid showed up.

He knew that his partner wanted to end the bet but… then he wouldn't get to tease him anymore, he wouldn't get to play anymore. He couldn't disguise this feeling with banter or jokes. Though the bet didn't matter if he told him.

So he did. And man, did it feel good. Not the punch that followed, but… He felt something other than hate in those kisses before.

"And that's all the motivation I need to crash his date tonight. Ohhhh~ this'll be a party…" Dante squealed in excitement, hopping up off the floor.

"Nero, you will be mine."

TBC