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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~!
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Chapter Eight: In Two
Dante hesitated several times as he neared Nero with Rebellion, the younger man not moving to dodge a single attack as the devilish grin spread on his lips never left. The elder hunter managed to get close to the other slayer several times with just a few bullets hitting him in the chest, a few going as far as embedding themselves in his neck but no hindering him in the slightest despite the pain. But no matter how close he got to the young man, he could not bring himself to strike Nero anywhere vital, each slash of his sword only nicking the other man enough to bleed lightly and even that made Dante's chest clench painfully. The grin of the possessed hunter only grew with every moment Dante hesitated, but the demon finally grew tired of watching the older hunter try fruitlessly to injure the younger man.
The elder hunter grunted loudly as the azure glow of Nero's devil bringer shot out at him, grabbing him roughly and slamming him into the cavern wall. Before Dante could even lean up from his slouched position against the protesting and crumbling stone, the cold metal of the younger male's revolver was pressed tightly against the fabric of his black shirt. He gritted his teeth at the sharp spike of pain that shot up from his chest, the multiple shots echoing around the cavern as piercing to his ears as the pain was to his chest.
The cold metal left his bleeding chest quickly when the last two bullets left the chambers and embedded themselves into Dante. He opened his eyes from being shut from the pain, watching Nero grab the Red Queen from his back and yank it off and down towards him. The sadistic look on the younger slayer's face was enough to convince the older man at least enough for him to catch the sword as it sliced down into his left hand, missing its target of cleaving through his chest. Dante lifted his leg and kicked Nero as hard as he could in the stomach, flinching himself as he watched the younger man stumble backwards and his injured ankle nearly force him to collapse to the floor. He pushed aside the pinch of concern as he gripped Rebellion tighter before rushing at Nero, silently hoping that he could get the parasite to leave the other without actually killing him.
The demon managed to steady itself on Nero's injured legs, lifting the Red Queen and slashing the custom sword at the more experienced hunter. Dante dodged the swing easily, the demon's attacks mush sloppier than Nero's and aimed to just hurt the older man in anyway possible. It was easy to find opening after just a few mad slashes from the sadistic demon, ignoring the throb in his heart from either the bullets still embedded in his chest or the thought of what he was going to do.
The sound of metal on metal clashing sharply filled the thick air around them along with the sound of both of the hunters breathing heavily, Nero from the painful kick to the chest and Dante from the bullets rubbing excruciatingly against his lungs. The older devil slayer bit his bottom lip hard as he finally knocked the blade from the possessed younger man's hand, quickly turning to slam the handle of Rebellion into Nero's jaw and force him to fall backwards against the Hell Gate. Dante spotted his chance, hating that he had to do it but not hesitating as he lunged at the other male and drove Rebellion through his chest with the sickening sound of blood hitting the stone floor. Nero gasped sharply and shut his eyes tightly in agony, the talons of the younger man's devil bringer gripping Dante's hair in a strong grip that might have lead to another attack had the older hunter hesitated again when he wanted to.
Nero grunted breathlessly in pain, twisting sharply as if he could knock it out of his chest easily. Dante frowned and grabbed one of the younger man's shoulders to still him before he could do any more damage to himself. The talons gripping his hair yanked sharply, forcing Dante's head back as the ugly orange color of the possessed younger man's eyes glared at him bitterly. A sickening feeling twisted inside the older devil hunter's stomach as he pushed the blade deeper into the wound, blood dripping down and staining the young slayer's undershirt and hoodie.
"Kid...Don't make me do this..." Dante watched as Nero winced before the same sadistic smirk crossed the younger man's lips, the demon obviously enjoying how much pain it was causing as it attempted to struggle harder against the sword. The elder tightened his grip on the younger hunter's shoulder but could not stop the demon from making Nero wince sharply, the blood pooling down the ex-order member's chest the longer Dante waited for the demon to finally give in and leave Nero alone.
The crimson of the thick liquid started to collect under their feet but the burning orange of the younger demon slayer's eyes did not waver, starting to make Dante panic at how the demon had such a strong hold on his partner. He bit his bottom lips hard enough to taste copper, shutting his eyes as if he were the one being stabbed through the chest instead of the other man. If he waited any longer, Nero would bleed out and the parasite seemed content enough to just sit inside the ex-order member's body, to watch until the last beat of Nero's heart. He was really going to hate this mission when it was over and he already regretted bringing Nero along.
Dante twisted the sword he held in the younger man, not opening his eyes as he felt the talons dig more into his skull and heard the sickening grinding of the metal on what he could only assume was bone and tissue. Nero grunted lowly, a wet hiss leaving his lips as he bit his lower lip to stifle the pain. The demon inside the younger male let out a warning growl that started low before raising to a high shriek. The Hell Gate behind them pulsed brightly, making a spark of hope that it was working form in Dante's chest but the coldness in his stomach easily outweighed it.
"Sorry, kid. We're really going to need to get you help soon after this. Just bare with me." Dante muttered, finally forcing open his eyes before he ripped Rebellion through the right side of Nero's chest. The demon inside him shrieked as its host was nearly cut in two, panicking blindly and forcing its way out of the younger slayer. It seeped out of the wound in a stream of black smoke, its shrill screams echoing around the cave before it rushed towards the Hell Gate to escape the two hunters.
The older hunter threw Rebellion at it sharply, spearing the demon in the head and pinning it to the black stone before it could disappear into the demon world. The cloaked being shrieked a bit longer, pushing its ghostly hands against the smooth black stone as it tried to free itself from the blade. In one clean yank of its neck, the demon effectively cleaved its head in two before dropping lifelessly to the cavern floor, the gate into the demonic realm crumbling a few moments later from the crack the demonic blade made in its surface.
Dante quickly caught Nero as he fell forward, the younger man clutching at the elder as he hissed loudly through his teeth at the heavy pain and nearly collapsed into the other man. The orange light masking Nero's eyes vanished as the Hell Gate's glow crumbled with the stone, bathing the two demon hunters in darkness as they kneeled on the stony floor. Dante blindly placed his hands over the wound he had created, ignoring the slick feeling on the denim and his hands as he attempted to stop the heavy bleeding. He felt Nero bury his face in his neck, clenching his teeth as he felt blood from the small scratches the small parasites had left smear across his skin.
"We need to get you out of here, kid. Those parasites are going to be pissed now that their master is dead and I'm pretty sure I just cut your lung in half." Dante pressed his palms harder on the deep wound, hating the wet sound of Nero's pained panting as he felt a small stream of liquid run across his skin from the ex-order member's mouth. He did not want to move him, worried that even walking at a slow pace would tear open the large cut from the center of his chest more but if they stayed, the parasites would no doubt find them and force them to rip each other apart in revenge for their master. "Come on, Nero. I need you to keep pressure on this or walk. We can't stay here."
Dante looked up when he suddenly heard a few small shrieks from down the tunnel Nero had come from, feeling a hand on top of his as Nero hissed softly from the change in pressure against the cut. He knew that the younger man would not be able to apply enough pressure on the wound as soon as he removed his own hands, the pain of touching the source of the almost burning stinging made Nero's grip weaken on it. Dante swore under his breath as the shrieks echoed through the darkness in the tunnel again, moving around to Nero's left and putting one of the younger man's arms over his shoulder.
"We don't have time, kid. I'm sorry but we're going to have to run." Dante muttered, wrapping his arm around the ex-order member's chest right where the cut was in to help stop the bleeding. He stood up, bringing the younger man up with him and tearing a muffled grunt from Nero's throat. Dante ignored the warm wetness soaking through his coat and onto his skin, grabbing Rebellion before moving forward as fast as Nero's most likely broken ankle would let them.
His eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly, sighing with temporary relief as he spotted a part of the far wall that had collapsed at the end of the large cavern. The scent of fresh air was faint but still present through the crumbling wall as Dante half carried, half dragged Nero into another area filled with the labyrinth's tunnels. The younger man was still panting unevenly, the blood still running down his side dangerously fast even though the bleeding had stalled a bit from the pressure the older hunter kept on the wound. Dante followed the scent of fresh air, hoping that it would lead out of the labyrinth and back to the car. If it did not, he was sure Nero would bleed out and die in the twisting tunnels.
The devil hunting office was eerily quiet as the sun set outside, too early for the two male hunters to be asleep even after a large mission. Every room was pitch black like it had been abandoned as Trish wandered through the unlocked doors, twirling the keys to her motorcycle with abandon as she scanned the empty office. The air lacked the smell of the two men, the only scent that of the lingering pizza smell that would never leave the wood and leather in the office even if it was brutally cleaned with the strongest wood polish or leather cleaners. The blond haired woman frowned softly, knowing that Dante and Nero should have been back by now. The mission they had taken had sounded fairly simple for them, most likely a small nest of demons or even just a crazy human out for the kill. It really should have taken a few hours at the most.
The shrill ring of the office phone atop Dante's desk broke through the silence suddenly, making Trish turn from looking up at the second floor balcony. She strolled over to the phone, knowing that it was most likely just a mid level mission but there was no point in ignoring it. She picked up the receiver after a few rings, holding it up to her ear before speaking.
"Devil May Cry."
"Trish! Fuck, I'm glad you're there." Dante's voice came through the other end of the line, soundly oddly panicked and exhausted. "I tried phoning your apartment and Lady but I didn't get an answer. I need your help."
"Dante? What's wrong? Was the mission-"
"Nero's bleeding out in my fucking car right now. I don't have time to explain. I need to know how to stop the bleeding and he's not healing fast enough." Dante interrupted her, not pausing to take a breath as he explained what he needed as if his mouth could not move fast enough.
"Where are you, Dante? I could be there in a few minutes-"
"In a few minutes he'll be dead, Trish!" Dante snapped into the receiver of the payphone, slamming his fist on top of the metal case of the phone and leaving a heavy dent. "I stabbed him with Rebellion and I don't know how to deal with human healing as well as you do! You've been on several missions with Lady! Please, I need you to help me!"
Trish went quiet on the the other end, thinking over what the hunter had said. She listened to the heavy breathing and could tell that the older slayer was tearing himself up over the younger man's injuries despite being the one who made them. She decided to push away the questions she wanted to ask, knowing that Dante was probably right in the guess that Nero would be dead in a few short minutes, otherwise, Dante would not have sounded as desperate as he did.
"...Alright. Where is his wound and have you put enough pressure on it like Lady showed you before?"