Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the devil may cry characters in this fiction, if I did, Kyrie would have died in the first ten minutes of the game and Dante and Nero would be together...and Vergil would be shirtless in the third game...and Arkham would wear a frilly princess dress for my entertainment.

Rated Mature for Violence, Blood and Gore, Possible Incest, Language, Angst, Hot Man Sex in Later Chapters, and other things that I am still thinking up. Enjoy~!

As new classes start this fall, I am sad to say my free time has been cut drastically. It may take some time for me to incorporate my writing into my schedule. I hope to be writing everyday again soon. Until then, please bare with my late updates.

Chapter Three: Stalling in the Rain

Dante growled at the demon in his body, tired of being shoved back every time he tried to regain control of himself. He needed to find a way to stall the demon and stop him from killing Nero just until the younger hunter remembered how to get the stupid parasite out of him. Or find the guts to kill him, Dante knew that was a last resort but he hoped that the ex-order member would do it before he ended up in an early grave.

The parasite seemed to have lost Nero's scent as it wandered aimlessly through the darkness, giving the impression that it could not even see. Clearly, the small demon was not used to controlling his body. It held a strong grip over him but he was still not it's normal body. Dante laughed quietly at it, wondering why it would trigger when it was so difficult to use the enhanced senses while keeping control over him. Well, that's devils for you. The only things on their mind are power, killing and…Oh fuck, Nero is going to hate me for this one… Dante thought quietly so the demon would not hear him. Sorry, kid, but I can't think of anything better to stall it…Hey, parasite, you can hear me right?

The demon inside him made his vocal cords release a low growl. He took that as a 'yes' and continued.

You know, just killing someone that cute is such a waste. Shouldn't you enjoy him a little first? The elder knew the demon had caught on as he felt his lips curl into a smirk. You better know how to run really fast, kid. He thought softly again.

Nero managed to find a tunnel leading out of the secluded cavern, surprised when it lead outside. It was dusk now, reminding the young hunter of how long he and Dante had been inside the Labyrinth. The sky had a few clouds in it, painted a light purple and blue in the waning light. Nero sighed as he walked out of the carved cave in the side of the cliff, wondering when it had started raining lightly as the fresh smell of rain was thick in the air. He pulled the red hood of his hoodie over his hair before sitting down on a dull gray rock near the edge of the cliff, looking over the blood staining the skin on his left hand. It took him a long time to find the exit so he assumed it would be the same for Dante.

Nero sat back and grasped the middle finger of his left hand, gasping sharply in pain as he shoved the bone back in place. He always preferred to get stabbed or cut rather than a bone getting pulled out of it's socket or disconnected. They never healed until he set them back and it was always painful to do so. The claw marks on his neck were already fading without him having to cause himself more pain. The young man let out a breath once he connected the last bone, watching the torn skin knit itself back together slowly.

Nero rubbed his eyes once his human hand had healed completely, making a metal note to himself not to take anymore nightly missions. He was tired and that was bad now that he had a murderous, possessed Dante after him. The young man had not slept in over three days due to taking all the small and night time missions the older slayer pushed aside for Trish and Lady to take. Nero saw the list of rejected customers and took it upon himself to finish every last job. As cruel as it might sound, he did not take them for the sake of the clients but in order to prove that he could take on the missions even Dante did not like.

The ex-order member lied back on the large rock, staring up at the darkening sky from the ledge in the cliff. He ignored the lukewarm rain that fell onto his face as he searched his mind for how to get rid of the parasite. Come on. I know I knew it. We faced a few of these before but we didn't get bit by them. Dante told me then. Nero thought, feeling his eye lids becoming heavy without his consent. He put his hands behind his head, moving into a more comfortable position so he could think better. Heh, I wonder what he would think if he saw me like this. It's his fault I'm tired anyway. Stupid old man…Damn. Why is it so calm here? I'm going to fall asleep.

Nero sat back up, forcing himself to stay awake as he rested his elbow on the top his raised knee. He attempted to remember how to get the parasite out of the older man again, trying not to get sidetracked. The young hunter sat there, rummaging through his thoughts for a few minutes. Nero sighed as the memory of what Dante told him refused to emerge.

"Damn it." He muttered under his breath. "Remember already!" The young man raised both of his knees and wrapped his arms around the top of them, burying his face. He groaned loudly, feeling useless for forgetting something that was important now. What am I suppose to do now? Kill him? Nero lifted his head just enough to look over the edge of the cliff. Fuck. Why am I the one who needs to be saved all the time?

The sound of a large crash near the cave to the Labyrinth knocked Nero out of his thoughts. The young man stood up from the gray rock quickly, looking around and cursing as he realized that he had cornered himself unintentionally. I better remember fast. He thought as he heard a loud bang followed by his right cheek bleeding. Great, the fucking demon found Dante's guns. Nero wiped the blood way from his bullet grazed cheek, pulling the Red Queen from his back to block another shot. I can't just keep dodging forever. Sorry, old man…

Nero rushed towards the elder man as he emerged from the shadows of the cave entrance, moving to cut him with the modified blade. He did not have the choice on whether to battle the older hunter or not now. The sword slashed air as the young man's eyes widened, his slight hesitation giving the parasite the chance to leap out of Red Queen's way.

"Damn it!" He cursed as he quickly turned around, nearly running into Dante's triggered body. Nero growled as he felt a clawed hand grab onto his human wrist just as he was about to swing his sword again. The elder man slammed his fist into his cheek, splitting Nero's lip. The ex-order member lost his footing and felt himself get thrown several feet, landing and almost sliding off the edge of the cliff. He tried to stand from the muddy ground, spitting out a little blood that had dripped into his mouth from his lip.

Nero was pushed back roughly by a heavy weight, making him look up to see Dante grinning in a somewhat perverted way as he lie on top of him. He could not stop himself from swallowing nervously and pushing against the older hunter frantically. A sick feeling was rising in his stomach as the parasite leaned down and licked his neck, the clawed hands grabbing one of his wrists and reaching for the other. Nero struck the elder across the face, managing to land another before both of his hands were pinned above his head. Shit! Why am I the one who needs to be saved all the time? He screamed in his head angrily.