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 seven has been deleted for revising and re-editing. I plan to update this story and finish it real soon!
Chapter Six : In Need of a Plan
Nero flinched as he felt the sharp bite on his devil bringer, panic striking him as he realized what it had been. He swiped his sword at the group of parasites swarming in front of him before moving to tear the demon attempting to latch onto him away, wondering why the parasite was repeatedly biting the hide of his devil bringer. Throwing the small tan demon away from him, Nero was just able to slice the next horde of parasites before they drilled into his left shoulder. He did not feel any different, except for being a little light headed, but that was mostly from the rough landing the day before. The young hunter chose to ignore it and keep fighting, the bite did not matter as long as he could remain in control of where he swung his sword. Nero slashed through another group, wondering when the mass of parasites would end.
Damn, how many of these things are there? He thought, about to cut through another horde when he felt something grab his shoulder and almost drag him away from the demons. Nero nearly fell from the harsh tug and his aching head creating a loss of balance, the world swirling in a blur of colors for a moment before finally focusing. He managed to run and match the speed of what was pulling him, looking up to see Dante pulling him away from the growing collection of demons following close behind them.
The elder swallowed nervously, his careless and playful demeanor fading before disappearing completely as he noticed the demons were not depleting in number. He could tell that staying to fight them would prove useless and with the condition Nero was in, they might as well have used the time resting for finding another into the labyrinth or to the car. Dante had tried to grab the younger man after seeing him get bitten, not really caring if the parasite was inside him or not, he just needed to get away for a little bit so he could have time to think. There was no way in hell he was going to let Nero die here just because he could not think of a way to kill all the parasites before they got to both of them. Dante could feel himself dragging the young hunter for a few meters before he started running too, no doubt wondering why they would flee at the moment but consenting to it nonetheless. Dante felt relief wash over him as he noticed a crack in the cliff side, a small crevice embedded deep in the hard rock that he could only hope was another entrance into the vast labyrinth. He ran towards it, wishing that his luck would be good for once.
Nero nearly tripped over his feet a dozen times, as he tried to keep up with Dante's speed. He cursed himself for his vision swimming lightly and not being able to recover his balance yet. Fuck, I'll only slow Dante down like this… The ex-order member glanced over his shoulder to see the parasites still following them, the shaking of the ground and the volume of the roaring noise that had been above the pair of hunters seeming to increase. I can't let those damn things get to him again. Nero thought as he turned his head back to the cave in front of them, noticing a collection of loose rocks perched dangerously above it that must have been remnants from a previous avalanche.
Now or never…I don't think Dante has a plan after we get into that cave. Might as well give him a bit more time… Nero waited until the cave was just a few feet in front of them before stopping suddenly, forcing Dante to pause in his mad dash.
"Ki-" Dante's eyes widened when he felt himself being pulled down the few inches difference in height between him and Nero by his black shirt's collar, the soft lips that he had tasted yet not experienced being pressed tightly against his. Any thought of the demons following close behind them vanished from his mind as he realized that he was kissing the younger man. More importantly, Nero had kissed him. He did not know how to react, thinking that if he kissed back the other hunter would pull away but he ached to deepen the almost shy kiss.
When the lips pulled away, he almost felt as if he should bring them back. Ravish them and taste the younger man in more ways than one. He was not done kissing him yet. He wanted to experience it just a little longer. Needed to. Dante opened his eyes to meet azure ones, forgetting when exactly he had closed them as he stared into the other demon slayer's amazing eyes. It was Nero who kissed him. Perfectly conscious, not possessed Nero. The older hunter opened his mouth, wanting to ask questions and find out if he could kiss him again, not that a 'no' would stop him after tasting the lips that caused sparks to spike in his chest.
Dante did not get the chance to do anything as he felt himself get shoved backward forcefully by Nero's devil bringer, landing roughly on the dirt floor of the cave. He groaned at the dirty move. Kissing him then hitting him, both without reason was low on two levels. The more experienced slayer looked up at the younger man, standing back up and brushing off the dirt on his clothes as he watched Nero look up above the cave's entrance. He did not like the look on the younger hunter's face, not one bit.
"Kid?" Dante asked, noting the parasites getting dangerously close behind the other man. "Kid! Come on!"
Nero backed up a few steps, ignoring Dante and reaching out with his devil arm to slash apart the weak tree supporting the rocks. The tree easily broke under his claws, unleashing the end of an avalanche that had started a long time ago. The rocks quickly fell and piled around the cave's opening in a heavy crashing roar. Nero caught a glimpse of Dante's face as he realized what the younger had planned.
"Nero!" The elder screamed, running at the large barricade blocking the way to Nero and the herds of parasites once the rocks had settled. "Nero! Fuck! Kid!" He pounded his fists against the wall of stone, trying to force his way back to grab the young hunter and bring him to safety. Dante looked frantically around the rocks, hoping to find a small opening. He swore loudly again when he could not find one and slammed his shoulder against the stone heavily, only succeeding in giving himself a temporary bruise. He kept flinging himself into the wall in a blind desperate rage until his leather coat was torn along with the shirt underneath it, red blood dripping down the wound he himself had created. "Shit!" The devil slayer yelled before falling to his knees, leaning his forehead against the rocks. The worst part was not that the parasites would get the other. It was that Dante did not even know what kind of demon was controlling these things, or what it would do to Nero.