A/N: This is a fictitiously fictional fic containing fictionally fictional fiction. It's fiction. Just in case any particular individuals were confused and thought I was writing this based on events I thought actually happened in the game that I did play and beat.

ANYWAYS~ Sorry this took so long! I sincerely hope it was worth the wait. Thanks so much for the reviews and alerts and favorites, it means a lot. 8)

Don't own DMC or its characters. Rated M. RATED M.

Why did I even ask? Nero was pouting as the rather colossal bouncer motioned for him to pass through the velvet ropes along with Lady and her friends. This was completely not him. This music. These girls. This whole scene. It was unlike Lady too but she seemed to be forcing the whole thing down like a much needed pill.

The club air was thick and heavy, it settled on Nero like a fog and made him uneasy. The heat of the bodies and the smell of alcohol was nauseating to the already disoriented boy.

The only thing really keeping him going was the very much deluded idea that once this night was over he would be absolutely free of his feelings for Dante.

I just have to stick with Lady and try to have some… fun.

He scratched the back of his head nervously and shifted his eyes across the room to the bar. Or maybe that's the ideal spot for tonight. The whole partying thing was starting to remind him of the elder hunter and that's the last thing he wanted.

He turned to Lady in an attempt to let her know his intentions but the two girls with her she claimed as friends were already dragging her to the dance floor. The huntress kept a stern face and her legs sort of locked in an innate reluctance but she eventually went along with the pair into the mass of dancers.

Nero panicked for a moment, having lost his only lifeline to the sea of strangers. Pink, green, blue, and red lights flashed over the crowd and sweaty ladies and men swayed and pressed to each other in time with a pounding beat. He could barely see Lady's skirt in the crowd for a moment more before it disappeared.

Why did I think I could do this?

Nero never really even planned on dancing, so his options were down to sitting at that aforementioned bar until the night was over.

The disgruntled youth sighed and created a mapped plan to obtain the liquor. As he edged his way around the outskirts of the mob, he heard a yelp from a gap in between a few shoulders. He paused to turn at the sound and a young lady tripped out of the herd and fell against his chest.

Nero blinked a few times at the woman as she fumbled to regain her bearings and then he helped her stand up straight at an arms length. She held tight to his biceps, smiling as she inadvertently felt their size.

Nero blushed and removed his touch, feeling her lascivious stare boring into him the longer he held her.

"Hey sweetie," She looked him up and down with large brown eyes.

Nero returned the vertical glance out of the corner of his eye. She wasn't unattractive. Actually she was very pretty with long brunette hair and a complimenting smile.

"H-hey…" He mumbled, looking away towards the bar again.

"You heading for a drink?" She observed as she followed his gaze, "Lemme buy you one!"

With the sudden offer she did not pause for a reply, and instead pulled the hesitant boy further to the counter. Obviously, she was interested in him… That's why Nero was here right? To pick up a girl and have a good time?

Maybe… but… not this quickly.

The kid made excuses to himself, just random reasons not to involve himself with this, or any other female tonight.

"O-oh that's okay I-" She shouted over top of his protests at the bartender and then shoved Nero into a stool.

It appeared he was being left with no choice. The bartender waved that he received the order and proceeded to make the drink. Nero's persistent leech turned back to him and plopped in the seat to his left.

"So, where ya from?" She leaned in towards him, her hair falling over her shoulders and her face moving up towards his, "You look pretty exotic with that hair and outfit… I like that…" She giggled.

Nero bent away, trying to avoid the pursuit but it only enhanced her position over him, like a predator over its prey. Her body pushed slightly against his and he grimaced absently. She was soft and weak feeling… like dough or something. Not at all like Dante.

N-Not that I prefer his body… er…

Her skin was smooth and flawless, if their cheeks brushed there would be only a velvety caress. Unlike that gruff and rugged feel of Dante's unshaven stubble.

Nero swiveled to the side in his stool, playing keep away.

Can I not look at a hot girl without think about that idiot? Man! He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"I'm not really looking for anything… um…" He couldn't find the words. His drink arrived and he turned to seize the glass hastily, gulping it all down with a single swig.

"You have nice lips…" She kept the compliments rolling and Nero called for another drink. If he can get enough alcohol inside him this night will go a lot more smoothly. The girl pulled at Nero's jacket.

"C'mon…" she urged, nodding towards the crowd. There was no way he was tipsy enough to consider dancing yet. Nero shook his head and turned back to the bar, leaning over the counter how you would a school desk before a nap in your own arms.

"We don't have to dance," she insisted, "I can entertain you in that chair over there…" She gestured a few feet from the bar at a small common area. There were a few couples already occupying the couches. Nero's eyes widened at the word "entertain." That can't be something he'd be interested in at all.

"I don't even know your name!" Nero insisted, trying to back out of situation reasonably.

"It's Sharon! Now let's go!"

Well that didn't work.

She ripped Nero from the bar as his drink finally arrived. Nero still tried to grab for it as they abandoned the stools, but he was unsuccessful. He flopped into the back of the chair with a healthy push from the girl. He held up a finger in cheap protest.

"I think I need a few more drinks before-" She cut him off with her mouth pushing hard to his. Nero welded his lips shut tightly and grimaced.

She continued her advance, crawling over the boy, straddling his hips and trying to jumpstart him with some heavy petting heading downwards. Her touch wasn't doing it for him. Nero couldn't help it. He was comparing everything to Dante whether he wanted to or not.

And he didn't.

Her hands were gentle and it muted her touch. The light motions were boring Nero. Her kisses didn't have any kind of spark. Dante was so commanding and his kisses burned fires in Nero's stomach whether he wanted them or not.

And. He. Didn't.

It came to the point where Sharon couldn't ignore Nero's disinterest without looking like she was making out with a wall. She suddenly stopped and sat back in the boy's lap pouting.

"You have a girlfriend, don't you?" She frowned.

"What? N-no! I-" Nero shook his head and looked around as if there was someone to back him up on that.

"Well your mind is definitely not here, hun." She whined. Nero rolled his eyes and glared off at nothing in particular. He didn't come here to get bitched at by a girl he didn't know…

"You're… just not my type, okay?" He muttered, still not looking her in the eyes. Sharon slid off of his knee and stormed back into the dance crowd, probably to find some friends ready to supply the proper amount of empathy. Not exactly engaged in the situation to begin with, the content devil hunter simply returned to the bar.

What is my type? Nero wondered as he sauntered up to the stool and to his drink. I like them strong and independent but not high-strung. They've got to be chill and beautiful. A good kisser and-and I'm describing Dante. Fuck!

Nero slammed his head on the bar and groaned. This night was not going as planned.

And it was about to get worse.

Dante waltzed in, took a deep breath of the surrounding air and stalked the room with his eyes, like a jungle cat before the hunt. He looked around at all the women instantly taking notice of his authoritative presence. Also, he spotted the kid, sulking at the bar as he thought he would be. A little ways from the sorry sack was the common area…

Dante smirked and made his way there with a detour through the mesmerized dancers.

Nero downed his third drink and rested his chin on the surface of the counter, frustrated. Inundating himself in alcohol was only leaving him with his thoughts instead of erasing them as he'd hoped.

Would it really be so bad if I… loved Dante? Would it be so terrible if I told him? Maybe we could be happy together or some crap like that… Still, I don't know that he loves me back. You can't take anything that man says as truth.

Nero gritted his teeth. That's the main problem. The lies! Where do they end?

"You can't do that! …Can you?" Nero turned at the familiar laughter. He slowly raised his head towards the corner he'd just gotten to know with Sharon and saw Dante lounging with five different girls huddled about him on the center couch.

One was whispering in his ear and he laughed more and inched in her direction. His arms moving around all of the women along the back of the couch, nudging them close to him.

That deviant nuzzled his face in the girls neck! Nero was seeing red. The fury that was building inside of him was actually physically damaging it felt like. He rushed from his seat to Dante's little group. The girls jolted at his swiftness and cringed at his voice as the boy raged and slapped Dante hard across the face.

"What in the hell are you doing!" Nero put his hands on his hips, then immediately removed them realizing how this seemed more like a confrontation between lovers rather than a roommate spat.

Dante slowly looked up from the woman's hair he was buried in and smiled at his partner.

"I wanted to come to the club. Calm down, kid." Dante waved him away.

The girls relaxed back into their calm positions fawning over the masculine devil hunter. Nero clenched his fists. He fought with what he wanted to say and what he could say. He really wanted to punch out every girl for being all over his Dante-stealing his attention! but there's no way he'd do that, instead he focused on the fact that the elder clearly was trying to piss him off.

"You knew I'd be here tonight! You knew! I came here to get away from you!"

"Now why would you need to do that?" Dante smirked. Nero's mouth was open ready with his reply but luckily his mind's edit button stopped him before he blurted out the answer.

"Because you're aggravating as hell… that's why…" Nero mumbled vaguely and stormed back to the bar once more.

He didn't get settled for more than a sip or two before he felt arms about his waist.

"Do you have any idea how cute you are when you're mad? Your little nose crinkles up and you snarl and ah! It's adorable…" Dante pressed his lips to Nero's ear and squeezed him tight from behind.

His flat stomach arched over the boy's spine and his chin buried in his shoulder. Nero blushed but sat still as stone, not making a move to push him off or reply. Every time that demon got a rise out of him it turned into lust, not this time. Dante groaned when Nero wasn't responding.

"Just go back to your girls, they want you, not me." Nero spat. Dante continued to speak sweetly against his skin, making the boy shift quietly in his seat.

"I didn't know you'd be at this particular club, kid. How could I?" He purred, his lips barely pressing to the complex folds of his partner's ear.

"You stalked us, Creep." Nero grumbled, "You have a habit of following me around." Dante shrugged, this was true.

"Let's just go home. . Pick up where we left off…" The elder's hands groped the inside of Nero's thighs and then, without warning, he licked up the rim of the boy's ear and felt his body quiver uncontrollably at the sensation before nibbling at his lobe.

"Stop it. You know why I came here so just leave!" Nero hung his head, trying not the give in, trying not to show any kind of emotion, neither positive or negative despite how badly Dante's company was stressing him.

"I don't think you're getting it, kid." Dante spun him around so they were eye to eye. The boy fearlessly stared at Dante, prepared to defend himself for a final time.

"I don't think you're getting it! That whole thing up in your bedroom was supposed to be the end of this bet and the end of us-whatever the hell we were! You and I were to go back to how we used to be. Roommates. Partners. That's it! You are still pushing for this relationship, God knows why, and it's pissing me off." Nero snarled.

Dante smiled.

"I told you, I love you. That has nothing to do with the bet. Bet's over, like you said. I'm pursuing you completely on my own." Dante leaned into the boy's slightly open lips and was shoved back instantly.

Nero pulled out Blue Rose and aimed it at his head. The large revolver was immediately recognized by the surrounding club-goers and they rapidly alerted each other. The music screeched to silence and the club scattered with shrieks and screams at the mention of a weapon. Dante and Nero weren't exactly paying attention to the commotion, however.

"Stop making up lies!" Nero screamed, "I'm so tired of it!"

"Am I the kind of person who would keep up a charade like this for so long?" Dante regretted the phrase as it slipped out of his mouth. Nero pounced on him and, as they hit the floor, shoved the barrel of the gun against his forehead between his eyes.

"Don't think I won't shoot you, old man!" He threatened.

"Why would I think that… you've already shot me so many times before I lost count." Dante reasoned. Lady stumbled out of a fleeing crowd and rushed over to the pair, simultaneously pissed and confused.

"The hell are you two doing! You brought a gun, Nero? Even I didn't bring a fucking gun here!" She slapped her forehead with her palm and groaned. "You idiots, they called the cops!"

"I hate you." Nero glared at Dante, ignoring Lady.

"You love me." Dante corrected, also ignoring Lady.

"No, I hate you." Nero was pushing that barrel pretty harshly, the rim was digging into the skin. He was gaining a slight blue to his aura as well.

Dante was irritating the kid so bad he was on the verge of triggering. "I hate you. I HATE YOU." Nero threw away the gun and seized Dante by the collar.

"Keep saying it, that'll make it true, right?" Dante was still smiling, not caring if the boy triggered, not caring if he ripped him in half. Nero hurled the devil hunter into the bar. He crashed into the top and slammed down into the bar stools, shattering them to pieces.

"YOU GUYS!" Lady punched Nero in the back of the head, snapping him out of it, "We have to go!"

"S-sorry…" Nero rubbed the spot she thwarted sheepishly and blushed. Was she listening this whole time? They both turned to Dante who was still lying in the debris.

With an almost maniacal laugh, the elder hunter rolled onto his back on the splinters of the seats and stayed there as Nero approached him again.

"C'mon we've got to go." The boy sighed offering a hand, calming himself enough to be civil and escape the police.

"We're not done yet." Dante took his hand and pulled him down into a crash of lips. Nero panicked. Lady is right there! In his moment of unreasonableness, he struggled to get away instead of just hitting Dante and accomplished nothing but looking like an idiot while the man had his way.

"N-Nero?" Lady was frozen. The youth was released and he frantically shoved the pervert back into the pile of cracked wood.

"You're just wrong! I don't love you! Get over it! You're a narcissistic, pizza-loving, poor-joke-making, lazy asshole!" Nero growled before turning his back on the man and looking back at a deeply disturbed Lady.

"A narcissistic, pizza-loving, poor-joke-making, lazy asshole that you loooooove." Dante smirked, standing. Nero clawed at his own palms and then dashed back at the man to throw a punch. Dante ducked and lunged for the boy's waist, tackling him onto the floor.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate-" Dante seized his jaw and pushed his lips onto the boy's once more. Immediately, their mouths opened and slanted for a perfect caress that allowed for a sweet slip of tongue past surprisingly malleable lips. "I hate you…" Nero whimpered as Dante let up for him to take a breath after the shock. The man just nodded and kissed him again.

"Yeah, I know."

He delved his tongue deeper, demanding that Nero respond and forcing soft moans from the back of the youth's throat.

"I hate… y…" Nero wrapped his arms about Dante's neck and finally kissed him back.

Sirens sounded and squad cars pulled up outside of the club. Megaphones echoed into the vacant arena.

"You have 30 seconds to come out, hands up, no weapons!" They announced, "After 30 seconds we will send in a squad to detain you!"

"I thought you were lying…" Nero shook his head.

"You guys…"

"To win a stupid bet?" Dante laughed.

"Well, after you agreed to call off the bet I thought it might just be to get in my pants." Nero shrugged.

"You guys!"

"That is in fact why I said it, kid." Dante dared to joke. Nero shot him a glare. "Hey now! You wanted that first! Remember? You didn't care about love you just wanted me for my body. That's just wrong. But I can't blame you for-"

"Can you just shut up and take me home so we can fuck already?" Nero's patience for this banter had run out but he couldn't hide his blush as he said it.

"10 seconds!" The megaphone relayed.

"God fucking damn it, you fucking fags!" Lady snatched Dante's Ebony and Ivory and shot a quick circle in the wall to the east. The plaster crumbled and left a gaping hole to the alley just beside the building. She then hurled the guns back at their faces, slamming them both in the nose and then she darted out of the escape way she'd made. "You're on your own, morons!"

"Damn! That smarts…" Dante and Nero held their own faces for a moment, rubbing away the pain.

"We're coming in!" The squad jumped at the sound of gunshots. Nero stood and brushed off his front and straightened his jacket. Dante scooped him into his arms bridal style.

"The hell are you doing?" Nero flailed for a moment, feeling unstable.

"I thought I'd carry you home through this hole in the wall. Isn't that romantic, kid?"

"Except I can run just as fast as you so this is pointless and the fact that you can't use my real name ever for some reason."

"I can shoot you in the leg if you'd like or we can wait for them to, Nero." Dante nodded towards the team of policemen rushing inside with guns, shields and vests.

"Just…go." Nero pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes in a wince of frustration. "I can't believe I love you." He mumbled.

"The first time you say it and you're going to say it like that!" Dante groaned in disappointment.

"Will you run? They're here!" Nero motioned to the men who had begun to take aim at the two devil hunters. Dante crushed Nero's body tight to his chest and then took off with all the speed he could manage, pushing himself through that wall before a shot was fired.

He sprinted for a little less than sixty seconds before the velocity was wearing on his passenger.

"Slow down! My eyes are watering!" Nero waved his arms like a traffic officer in front of his carrier's face and wiped his cheeks of the tears. Dante leaned at a near horizontal angle, digging his heels into the pavement. Nero was glued to his neck as the jolt almost threw him out of Dante's arms.

"We're home." Dante proceeded to calmly approach Devil May Cry's entrance. Nero melted into his arms now as he relaxed from his rigid position while they were running.

Thank God.

Dante paused outside of the shop and just stared at Nero for a moment.

"What? You can put me down now." Nero blushed at the way his eyes seemed to convey everything the man desired of him. He was starting to realize the way Dante worked and part of that meant his states of being.

Dante, while usually maintaining a constant cool guy, nonchalant cowboy sort of manner, can lose his need for snide remarks while in a sexual mood. He noticed this when the man first told him he loved him. It took Nero kicking him into the headboard for Dante to return to his normal self.

None of the talk and all of the Dante? That was something Nero could get used to.

The elder hunter set Nero on his feet but before the teen could fully shift out of the man's grasp, he was snatched up again. This time his thighs were splayed about his lover's hips and Dante had a hold of him by the backs of his knees. The determined man shoved Nero against the doors of the shop and ran a hand up through the back of his hair. As he gripped it, pulling it aside, Dante kissed up Nero's neck.

Each press of lips and glide of tongue left heated wet pads of glistening sheen on the boy's skin. Nero sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and wrapped his legs around Dante, locking his ankles behind his back to help hold himself up-and to give a little leverage. The elder sought the boy's mouth again and roughly parted his lips sharing a quick breath exchange as Nero gasped.

"Reminds me of when we first met." Dante reminisced, smiling and pausing the kisses to press his forehead against Nero's and smiled at the blush on his pale cheeks.

"We never did this…" Nero panted, shaking his head.

"I definitely remember you wrapping your legs around me, kid." Dante could tell this prolonging was having dire effects on his partner. The urgency in his eyes was a huge turn on. He also kept impatiently squeezing his thighs to move forward and rock himself against Dante's belt.

"That was a fighting move, old man!" Nero countered. Dante kissed the flustered boy quickly before he would decide to call this thing off out of spite. His lips were welcomed and he smiled into them warmly. There was something so desperate about the way they kissed each time. It was like the both of them were trying to see how badly the other wanted it but couldn't even help themselves before getting lost in lustful want.

"What about the bite?" Dante smirked as he pulled away, unable to contain his curiosity.

"You're really close to jacking off alone out here, Dante." Nero threatened.

"Okay, okay."

I hope you're just as sexy in bed as you are in battle.

TBC