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~!

Chapter Five: A Little Light Headed

Nero groaned as he felt himself stir from his light sleep. The light of the sun shined through the trees surrounding them, telling the young hunter that it was morning and that the storm had finally stopped. He opened an eye to see the green and brown of the large forest and cliff side, wondering why his back felt so warm when the air on his face was cool. Yawning, he turned his head sleepily to see Dante lying next to him with an arm around his waist. Nero blinked as his brain attempted to process the position through the dull ache in his skull. The younger man jumped and sat up, pulling himself away from the elder's arms.

"Dante!" He yelled, blushing a bright crimson. Nero ignored the slamming pain in his head from the sudden movement as the older man cracked open an eye. Dante rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head, keeping only one eye open.

"What is it, kid? I finally got to sleep and you start yelling at me. Unless those parasites found us, I think you should let me sleep." He closed his eye and attempted to fall back to sleep. He had spent most of the night on guard, making sure that no demons attacked them as well as monitoring Nero's health while he slept. The fall had done quite a bit of damage to the young devil slayer's body from what he could tell and he did not want to risk Nero getting any worse without his knowledge.

"Asshole." Nero growled at Dante, pissed that the elder would just ignore him like that. He threw off the red coat, making sure to toss it on the resting form of it's owner before standing up. A sharp pinch of pain hit him as he moved quickly, his head swimming again but he ignored it. He grabbed his coat and shoved it back on, walking away from Dante without knowing where he was going. All he wanted to do right now was get away from this…feeling…thing. Damn it!

"You need to lie down. You hit your head really hard." Dante said, opening both of his eyes at the exact moment the younger man stumbled. He sat up and sighed deeply, knowing that the other was probably avoiding him because of yesterday. "Kid-"

"Stop calling me 'kid', bastard." Nero said, struggling to make his sense of balance behave. The trees were swaying slightly and he only hoped it was the wind. He heard shifting behind him as Dante stood up on the ground, grabbing the Red Queen that rested on the ground next to the ashes of the small fire from the night before.

"Fine. But if you insist on leaving now, you're going to need this bastard's help." Dante muttered, moving to stand next to the off balanced hunter and grabbing one of his arms.

Nero resisted slightly as the older man put his arm around his neck, taking a bit of his weight off his unstable legs. The young man tensed before relaxing a little bit, allowing Dante to help him walk…that is, until the devil slayer decided to grope his ass with his right hand. Nero jumped and reeled on the elder, glaring daggers at him as the older man laughed loudly.

"Sorry about that, kid." He said, grabbing the other hunter's hip and stopping him from running away from him. "Didn't mean to do that…" Yeah, right. I need to keep myself under control. Dante thought, trying to keep his hand on the ex-order member's hip instead of slipping a little lower. Damn that stupid little demon. If it didn't bite me, I could have keep up the friend charade until the kid moved out. Now, I can't get my mind off kissing him. The older hunter opened his mouth to make a joke out of the action and ease the tension inside the younger man as they reached the bottom of the cliff. He stopped himself from speaking as he heard a strange noise from the top of the cliff.

"Perverted old man." Nero mumbled and broke the tight hold the other had on him. He moved quickly to find a small collection of foot holds in the cliff side, choosing to take the questionable route back to the labyrinth than stick around a Dante who could not keep his hands to himself. The ex-order member denied any part of him that liked it, claiming that the fall must have messed with his head more than he thought. Nero grabbed one of the protruding rocks, ready to pull himself up but let go as a steadily increasing roaring sound echoed around the area.

"Hey, kid." Nero glanced over at Dante to see he was nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "Hate to say this, but I think we led the mom of those parasites out of the Labyrinth." He laughed softly as he eyed the top of the cliff, grabbing the handle of Rebellion. The younger hunter looked up as well, his human hand reaching for his own sword. He gasped as a few of the small tan parasites leapt from the ledge above them, more following suit. They screeched loudly as the sharp teeth and drills inside their mouths aimed for the nearest living beings. Which, unfortunately, were the two devil slayers.

Nero unsheathed the Red Queen quickly as a dozen of the demons flew towards him, all of which were turned into nipping pieces of flesh on the ground within a swipe of the blade. The young hunter glanced at Dante through the corner of his eye, seeing that the older man was having an easy time with the small parasites. Nero would even go as far as to say that he was enjoying it. Then again, the elder always did seem the happiest when he was turning demons into mush. Or when he was teasing the younger man. Bastard… Nero thought as he cleaved through more tan devils.

"You keeping count, kid?" Dante shouted through the sounds of the demons screeching and flesh meeting metal, his voice carrying his serious yet playful demeanor. The ex-order member rolled his eyes. He never won at this small game the older hunter created to pass the time on missions with large swarms of demons. Mainly because he was never told when the game started and Dante always changed the rules because he would forget the ones he had made before. Nero just ignored him as he slashed through another three parasites, a few more swarms quickly replacing them.

Dante laughed at himself for being worried about these little devils. They went down in just one hit and after that, they just squirmed in bloody pieces on the grass beneath him. He spun around with Rebellion extended, the blade cutting through the demons attempting to use his body as a host once again. No thanks. Once is enough for me. Dante thought as he saw Nero stab a parasite into the cliff before pulling his sword out of it's body and turning towards the others swarming in large hordes around him. The elder noticed the younger man's mistake as the stabbed demon healed its self instantly and leapt at Nero's back, the small teeth and drill inside its small mouth snapping in anticipation of sinking into its new host. Dante sliced through another herd of parasites before yelling at the other hunter, desperately hoping Nero would turn around in time to kill the tan demon.

"Behind you!" He shouted loudly but he could only watch as the small parasite sunk its teeth into Nero's right arm.