I spent so long savouring the fun of writing this chapter (plus planning out the layout of Gilgamesh) - and getting distracted by snow! Thanks again to everyone who reviewed and putting up with the erratic updating times!

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Now then, hopefully this chapter doesn't disappoint seeing as everyone's been anticipating the Gilgamesh part, I think it's a little longer too. Warning here for loads of scantly dressed gay men (a.k.a paradise) and man sex (I always seem to end up writing sex scenes on the train...) Enjoy!

Chapter 6 – Moments of Happiness

Dante had been smugly quiet on the quick drive back to the Devil May Cry office, not giving anything away to his younger lover. Even once they were back in their bedroom, Nero had been forced to sit on the bed with his eyes closed and with no explanation. All he could hear was what sounded like the elder hunter removing his clothes, the clinking of belts and rustling of leather unmistakable for anything else. His devil side instantly began purring at the thought of his mate unclothed, his perfect muscular form, his strong backside, the soft white hair leading a tantalising trail down to his...

"Okay, you can look now kid," Dante's manly voice broke his train of thought.

A faint blush tinted the teen's cheeks as he opened his eyes, the deep blue orbs instantly widening at the sight of the other male. As usual, Dante wore his superior and highly seductive smirk, but that wasn't all he was wearing. He wore an exceedingly tight fitting white vest which clung to his well built form magnificently, stretching down over his chest and leaving a wide band of toned flesh around his navel bare. A few wisps of silvery hair peeked over the waistband of light blue denim shorts that had a few rips teasingly close to his crotch and frayed edges. They hugged his buttocks tightly, held up with a thin black leather belt and... Nero's eyes widened further when he saw that they barely had enough leg to be called shorts, most of Dante's muscular thighs bare for all to see. He trailed his eyes down his strong legs to a pair of old, slightly worn looking army boots.

"Ah... Dante..." the ex Order member was almost speechless.

"See something ya like?" the elder purred.

"Well... yeah, but..."

"But what, baby?"

"You're going out like that?"

Dante chuckled. "Sure. We're going to Gilgamesh, do you think I'd wear my hunting gear?"

"But... you'll freeze! It's the middle of winter!"

"I'm still taking my coat, kid. You can hand them in at the cloak room."

Nero rubbed at his nose, giving up on fighting the obvious redness that had invaded his flushed face. "Do you... err... have any idea how... how..."

"How sexy I look? Of course I know that! I've known that for a very long time."

He glared at him. "You narcissistic bastard!"

"You bet your tight ass I am."

He rolled his eyes as Dante grinned. "Of course."

"Now I just need to find something for you."

"Can't I just wear what I normally do? I'm not dressing like you!"

"You'd look pretty good in tight jeans, just you don't have any."

"Can't I just borrow some of yours?"

"They wouldn't be tight enough on you, kid."

"Alright, what do you suggest."

Dante smirked devilishly before pulling open the bottom drawer in the dresser. It was the same drawer that the old pervert stashed his gay porn and, as Nero once discovered, several dildos and sex toys. After that, he'd refused to go in again, despite all the sexy images that popped into his head of Dante lying hard and naked on his bed with one of those contraptions up his ass. Nero grimaced as his mate rummaged around in the drawer, dreading what item of clothing he was going to produce and force him to wear in a public place. Whether the location was supposed to just be a club where gay men trawled for sex or not.

"This'll do," he remarked a few moments later.

Nero turned to glance at him, his face actually draining of colour as he saw the small item of clothing Dante had produced. If he thought the denim shorts the elder was wearing were short, then he was in for a real shock.

"You're messing with me, aren't you?" he questioned in a flat tone.

Dante smirked. "Not in your life, babe."

"I am not wearing those!"

"Why not?"

"Because..."

The colouring to the teen's face returned as he blushed deeply, his eyes once again settling on what his lover was holding. They were the shortest and possibly tightest shorts he had ever seen and that included Lady's usual attire. Not only that, but they were made of black leather with an un-hidden zipper on the front that basically stood out as a 'please take these off' sign. The only thing they had going for them was that because they actually had space for belt loops, most of the top of backside would at least remain hidden.

"I'll look ridiculous!" Nero whined.

"You'll look damn sexy," the elder remarked.

"Listen old man, I'm not... comfortable with showing off that much... of myself."

Dante chuckled. "Actually, these are meant to be worn with my chaps."

The younger hunter arched an eyebrow. "The ones you normally wear?"

"Yeah."

"I always thought they just went with your red leather."

"Not at all! The chaps were actually not something I originally thought of. You see, I saw these hot pants and wanted to get them for the leather and fetish night at Gilgamesh, but they came with the chaps as part of a set. One day I just thought that they'd look good over my leathers with boot covers, so it just happened!"

"How very like you."

"Now put them on, and I have a perfect shirt for you too!"

Nero tried to argue with his older lover again, but as with the first time, he was unsuccessful. He sat in the passenger seat of Dante's red convertible, feeling the cold that was just about manageable with his usual denim coat over his shoulders. He had been forced to wear the leather hot pants which, surprisingly, felt comfortable and their short length was almost bearable with the added protection of Dante's chaps. All he had covering his upper torso was a silky thin black netted vest which clung to him tightly all the way down to his belt. His face tinted red as he folded his arms across his chest, casting a quick glance at his lover. The redness in his cheeks brightened as he realised that the older male looked irresistibly attractive; relaxed back in the car seat with one hand on the wheel, denim hot pants revealing all of his legs, tight white shirt clinging to his beautifully sculpted body and his red leather trench coat making the whole scene look even more enticing. Nero couldn't wait to cling to his arm all night, making the other men stare at him with jealousy. He smirked a little. Perhaps that would be enough to forgive the elder with his choices of attire.

After a few moments of driving and Nero imagining what Gilgamesh would be like, Dante drove into the hotel's car park. The first thing the younger hunter noticed was that it looked so much nicer in comparison to some of the run down motels they'd stay at on long missions. He waited in the car as the elder left to get the key to their room, the bandaged claws of his Devil Bringer tapping on the side of the door. He became somewhat fidgety as a pair of men walked by with their arms around each other, both of them eyeing him with intrigue. His devil side almost tempted him to try and flirt with them, excited at how his mate would take the act as he could sense the stronger presence nearby. Nero shivered sensually as he imagined Dante throwing him over his shoulder, biting on his neck possessively and tossing him onto the bed to make sure the younger knew who he belonged to. Who he was mated to for life.

"See, I said you were dressed appropriately," the elder purred as he walked over.

"Yeah, I guess..." Nero blushed deeply.

"Come on, we're walking the rest of the way."

"I hope nobody tries to molest me or something."

"Why should you care? They're men after all."

Nero glared at him as he got out of the car. "Because I'm taken!"

"Just take it as a compliment. Besides..." Dante caught his younger lover round the waist as he shut the car door, pulling him flush against his body. "I won't let anyone do anything to ya; you belong to me."

Their lips meshed together in a passionate kiss, Nero already forgetting about the cold weather as Dante's strong hands rubbed the contours of his lithe body. They broke apart moments later, the older half devil taking the younger's hand and leading him out of the hotel's car park. The teen glanced down at his right arm for a moment, clenching his fingers that were bandaged up to hide his demonic flesh. It wasn't exactly fetching, having one arm wrapped up in white gauze all the way to his shoulder, but it was better than flashing it in public. However, Dante had suggested that when Gilgamesh did their Angels and Demons nights, they could go and everyone would admire his fantastic costume. Nero smirked, remembering that the conversation also revolved around it meaning Dante would have to be the angel. Seeing him wearing white angel wings and little else would definitely be a sight appearing in his dreams that night.

After several minutes of walking through the town, which practically seemed like a replica of their home save for it appearing cleaner and fairly respectable, the two devil hunters arrived at their destination. The first thing Nero noticed was the long queue of a whole range of men waiting to enter the establishment. Gay scenes were completely unknown to the teen, seeing as Fortuna would fall to the Apocalypse long before it ever embraced homosexuality. For some reason, he had expected the men to all be like Dante; barely dressed, muscular bodies and very masculine, sculpted features. Sure, a lot certainly fit that description, but everyone was different. Nero felt almost embarrassed at how little he understood about the world he should have known about. About the world he really belonged in.

The younger hunter began to lose his self-consciousness bit by bit the longer they waited in the queue, Dante's fingers still laced through his. He glanced behind him for a moment as the two men standing behind them suddenly started kissing passionately, the larger of the two pressed up against the wall by the smaller. He blushed lightly when Dante noticed this, his lover releasing his hand in favour of stroking through his silvery hair. Nero smiled lightly and leaned against the strong body of his partner, only to be pushed away gently as they reached the entrance to Gilgamesh. The elder hunter flashed the bouncer his membership card, earning himself a flirtatious smirk from the burly male before being allowed in.

"Let me guess," Nero noted, flatly. "Another one night stand, hmm?"

Dante smirked as he removed his coat. "Nah, I only gave him a blow job in the back room once when he was off work," he took Nero's and handed both of them over to the guy in the cloakroom and received two tickets in return. "He only likes sleeping with the cute slim type."

"Oh of course, how stupid of me for not guessing that one."

He chuckled. "You'll get used to it, babe. All the staff and regulars know me here too."

"Just like at Love Planet then."

"Except they're all guys and everyone here is open about it!"

Nero went to reply, but the sudden shock of loud music as they pushed open a sound proofed door shocked him a little. The music was some popular dance track that the teen hadn't heard before, seeing as it wasn't the genre of music he usually preferred to listen to. However, in this kind of atmosphere, it didn't matter one bit. The environment was enough to marvel at; even though it wasn't his first time being in a night club, it was the first time being at a gay males only club. It shared many things in common with the regular clubs back home; popular music, deep thrumming bass, multi-coloured flashing lights, lasers and projected videos on the walls. However, the obvious differences lay in the entertainment.

As they walked through a wall of chains, Nero got a better view of what was going on. The entrance opened straight onto a balcony with a staircase at either end leading down to the two bars on each side of the dance floor. Next to each staircase was a circular platform surrounded by waist high bars, a dancer occupying both of them. The ex Order member stared in awe at the go-go boys, both only clad in tight, shiny silver hot pants and black workmen's boots. Their hips moved sensually to the rhythm of the song, every muscle in their flawless bodies working as they danced fluidly with the music. Nero was exceptionally close to feeling a little tightness in his already-too-tight leather shorts, especially when the smell of the place reached his demonic senses. A few breaths of alcohol combined with the masculine scent of horny men; no wonder Dante loved the place.

"Like it?" the elder spoke loudly into his ear over the music.

Nero glanced at his lover for a moment before looking back down onto the crowded dance floor. His eyes were quickly diverted again at the sight of another dancing platform in the centre of the large space. This one was just slightly above head height with the railings surrounding the dancers. Two men occupied this space, both shirtless and dressed in black leather chaps belted around their waist and small leather thongs that barely covered them. Nero almost had to stop himself drooling as one of the men turned around to grind against his dancing partner, the thin leather strap not visible between the cheeks of his firm ass.

"I take it that's a yes?"

Dante's voice was laced with humour as he nuzzled the young punk's white hair, the amusement suggesting that he could smell Nero's arousal. The teen turned to face his lover, being drawn into a gentle kiss before being taken by the hand and lead down one of the staircases towards the bar. On the ground floor, Nero got a better sense of Gilgamesh's layout. Under the balcony was another entrance covered by the hanging chains, which he gathered lead to the back room Dante had mentioned before. At the other end of the dance floor were two doors leading to the bathrooms separated by a narrow stage supporting two other dancers; both in the same attire as the pair by the stairs, except their shorts were white and glowing blue under the ultraviolet bulbs above them.

"Drink?" queried Dante.

Nero nodded. "S-Sure..."

He allowed himself to be led over to the bar by his mate, but he wasn't really paying attention as his eyes wandered around the busy space. His devil side was momentarily distracted as two men jogged by them, hand in hand as they went towards the back room and smelling strongly of arousal. He felt Dante's hand squeeze his tighter, a deep growling in the back of his head suggesting that the elder's devil side did not approve of the younger being distracted by other horny men. Nero had to smile at that, but was almost relieved to know that he was not the only one who could become jealous in their relationship.

Once they were stood in front of the bar, Dante snaked an arm around Nero's waist and pulled him tightly against him while he ordered drinks. The kid continued to smirk with satisfaction as he enjoyed the possessiveness of his older lover, his devil side now wanting to flaunt it. He wanted to show everyone in the room that he was the one who belonged to Devil Hunter Dante, that he was the only man that would be in his bed from now on and that he was the last man he'd ever love. This was something else Dante had obviously picked up on, the teen finding his lips quickly assaulted as he took his beer. The more experienced hunter pressed him back against the bar, the hand that wasn't gripping a beer bottle sliding low to grope his buttocks. Nero growled into the kiss, his free hand tangling into his mop of white hair and deepening it.

Chuckling, Dante pulled back and stepped to the side of the other man, resting one arm behind him on the bar top as he took a sip of his beer. "It's been a while," he noted.

"I take it you haven't been here ever since... that, right?" asked Nero.

"Hmm," he took another swig. "I missed the place... but I missed him more."

Nero felt guilty for a moment as he sipped the bitter liquid from the green bottle. "Are you sure you're okay with coming here? I did kinda ask out of the blue."

"Don't worry about it, kid. I'm fine."

"Dante..."

"Honestly!" he turned again to cup his cheek, planting a brief kiss on his slightly swollen lips. "I was probably going to show you this place at some point anyway and besides, the view is much more improved this time. It's enough to make everything better."

The kid smiled. "Good, because I never want to see you like that again."

"But it's easier this time."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't have you last time."

"Dante," Nero put an arm around his neck and drew him closer. "You'll always have me."

"Oh?" the elder hummed, downing the rest of his beer and setting the bottle down on the bar top. "Now who's saying the cheesy lines?"

"You're great at ruining touching moments, ya know that?"

He smirked. "This is Gilgamesh babe, it's not here for touching moments. Well, unless of course by 'touching moment', you mean getting your cute little ass groped by the hottest guy in the world."

Nero gave a false glare as he felt his mate squeeze one cheek of his backside. "Pervert."

"Naturally. Now..." he took the bottle from the younger and set it down by his. "Do you want to dance or am I going to have to drag you out there?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Smirking, Dante latched one finger inside the belt on Nero's hot pants, gently pulling him towards him and away from the bar. Nero returned the smirk and grasped onto Dante's muscular arm with both hands, moving with him and glancing around slightly as they turned heads. Several men were looking over them, checking them out and drinking in the beautiful sight of the two white haired beauties. When he looked back at his lover, he was immediately drawn into his ice blue gaze that was locked only with his. He swallowed slightly, his body tingling and devil side purring at the seductive gaze that had no interest in anyone but him. Time almost seemed to slow down as he continued staring into those eyes, his spatial awareness leaving him as the crowd parted for them. It felt like they owned the place.

Once in a space of their own, Dante unlatched his finger from the kid's belt and grasped his hips with both strong hands. He pulled their bodies close together, his hips beginning to sway to the beat of the song. Nero allowed himself to flow with the body of his companion, his hands pressing against his muscular chest and feeling the contours beneath the white tank top. As the tempo increased, Dante's movements became more fluid, almost like the go-go dancers on their stages. One hand reached further down to grasp his backside while the other remained on his hip, his fingers teasingly slipping under the hem of his netted vest. Nero moaned lightly as he felt the elder's hips rub against his in circles, one leg sliding between his thighs. He moved his hands up from his chest to his shoulders until he could wrap his arms about his neck, bringing them closer together if that were possible.

Dante winked at him, grinding against him harder and putting more effort into his motions. He danced with a fluid grace as he led Nero along, his body moving in sinuous ways the kid had never seen before, even on missions. Either he had simply spent a lot of time dancing in this place, or there was something he hadn't been told about. For now, Nero let it slide as he allowed his lover to lead him through the music, his own body beginning to loosen up and move more naturally. Dante smirked as he felt his mate relax, spinning him round in his arms and pressing his body against Nero's back. He heard the surprised gasp escape the younger's lips, forcing him to widen his smirk as he placed both hands back on his lithe hips. He ground into his ass hard, using his hands to help the teen's hips swaying in time with his own. He slipped one hand forwards slightly, his fingers ghosting teasingly over his leather clad crotch and earning him another moan.

"So hot," Dante spoke into his ear, his voice still managing to sound enticingly sensual as he shouted over the loud thrumming of the bass.

"You seriously spend too much time clubbing, old man," Nero teased in response.

"Oh? Now what makes you think that?"

"How else would you know all these dance moves?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Nero closed his eyes as his earlobe was nibbled gently. "D-Dante..."

"You smell so damn good, baby."

He knew he was referring to how aroused he smelt. "Your f-fault."

"How about we move on from here?"

"What now? But we only just got here! You can't be that horny already?"

"I didn't mean leave... I meant we could go to the back room."

Thankfully the lights of the club managed to hide the deep blush that worked its way to his face. "You mean you want to... in there... in public?"

"Yeah."

"But..."

"No one cares, believe me. Anyone in there will only care about the guys they're with."

"But that's what we booked the hotel for!"

"The hotel's for when we come out at closing and we're too aroused for the drive home!"

Nero sighed lightly as Dante moved to nip at his neck. "You're so persistent."

"You know that more than anyone."

"Alright, but I'm not going to do it more than once, okay?"

The elder chuckled. "Deal."

Shaking his head mockingly, Nero permitted his mate to take him by the hand and lead him off the dance floor. He was a little disappointed that their first session of dancing together had been cut short so abruptly by the elder's inevitable arousal, but they'd have time later. That and he wanted to see what else he had up his sleeves; he had suspicions as to how he could dance so well, but he didn't want to question until he was completely certain.

Once they were in the backroom, the music was drowned out by the soundproofing, but the deep booming of the bass was still audible. Nero began to feel warm as he was bathed with a deep red light, the vibrant colour tainting everything a blood red. His nostrils burnt with the heavy scent of sweat, cologne, horny men and sex, his flesh heating up as his own body started reacting. In the dim light, he could make out the forms of bodies writhing from pleasure, some being sucked off and others having full blown sex. Dante had been right when he said the guys didn't care for anything in here except their present partner. The teen felt his half hard cock stir at the sexy sounds made by the few occupants of the backroom, all concern for his self decency lost entirely as he began to crave his older lover forcing those same sounds from his lips.

Everything seemed to become a blur as he was pressed against the wall by Dante's robust form, heat transferring between them immediately. Nero panted heatedly as their groins rubbed together, both of their erections fully hard and waiting for attention. Dante went straight for his neck, devil instincts kicking in at the reaction of being surrounded by other men. He bit down harshly, not enough to draw blood but it would certainly leave an obvious bruise. Nero moaned loudly, hazarding a quick glance at his bandaged right arm and feeling relieved to know none of the glowing blue light was escaping. He smirked a little, remembering Dante's remark above shoving glow sticks into the gauze through his lust clouded brain.

"I love you Nero," Dante growled. "I need you."

"Then hurry up and take me like the man I know you are," Nero replied, the words escaping his lips before he fully comprehended what he just said.

The elder grunted, turned on by that remark. "Hmm, now I'm not sure the crowd are quite ready for that."

Nero snickered softly, knowing he was referring to them having sex while Triggered. Dante spun him round and pressed him against the wall, his moist tongue dragging across the tingling flesh on his neck. He moaned softly, arms braced against the condensation covered walls as Dante's calloused hands groped him roughly. Both men breathed heavily as the elder unbuckled the belt at Nero's hips, neither bothering with foreplay as the sultry atmosphere drove their demonic sides wild with desire. The younger closed his eyes slowly as he felt the cool, tight leather pulled down over his hips, shorts and chaps sliding down his legs to around his knees. Dante continued to lick and nip at the back of Nero's neck, his hands massaging the cheeks of his pert ass.

"Stop teasing me, old man," the ex Order member hissed.

"Hmm..." he paused to nibble his earlobe. "So eager for someone who didn't want to do it in the night club."

"Don't care-ah anymore."

Dante smirked, hurrying things along by raising one hand and quickly lubricating two fingers with his own saliva. He felt his arousal throb in the confines of his hot pants as Nero growled deeply in response to the instant penetration of the slicked digits. He thrust them in slowly, spreading them to stretch him and rubbing torturously against his prostate. Dante moaned lowly, loving how easy it was to prepare the punk when he was thoroughly turned on.

"So slutty under that cute, innocent look of yours," he murmured, licking his lips in anticipation.

He withdrew his fingers to unbuckle his belt, pulling it out of the loops and tossing it at Nero's feet. He fumbled with the fly, swiftly popping open the button and unzipping the denim to release his hardened shaft into the humid air. With no further delay, he grasped the kid's hips and slammed into him, striking his prostate on the first thrust. Nero tossed his head back and arched his back sharply, his mouth hanging open as he let out a strangled scream. He pushed against the wall as Dante began fucking him hard, using the solid structure to help his thrusts back against the other man. He let his head loll back on the other's shoulder, his mouth still hanging open as he let every loud moan escape him.

Dante felt a sensual shiver run along his spine, grateful for the atmospheric red lighting as the copper ring spread from his iris to the whites of his eyes. He moved one hand from the teen's hip to rest on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly as he forced himself not to Trigger. He gritted his teeth together as they turned to sharp fangs, managing to hold back from marking his mate while they weren't alone. He picked up his pace, pounding harder into Nero's tight ass as he ignored his devil side's remarks about wanting to make sure all the other men knew the kid was his and his alone. Fortunately none of the backroom's other occupants paid them any attention, otherwise he would have lost control.

"Ah... D-Dante... fuck," Nero moaned, removing his human hand from the wall to stroke his leaking manhood. "Close..."

"Hmm, my name Nero," Dante hissed through his relentless fucking. "Say it."

"Da-Dante... ahh! Dante... Dan-te..."

The elder lost a little control, the hand on Nero's hip growing demonic hide and his nails turning into sharp claws. He willed the rest of his body not to Trigger, his mind winning out as he began to feel his end approaching. He closed his eyes tightly and buried his face into the younger's silvery hair, his incessant pounding never faltering. With a muffled cry of his name, Nero came hard against the wall, adding to the numerous other stains that were more than likely there, hidden by the soft light. Dante growled gutturally as he reached his climax, emptying himself inside his lover's tight velvet heat.

They remained in that position for some time, Nero pressing his forehead into the arm braced against the wall with Dante relaxed against his back. Eventually, the elder slayer sighed deeply and wound his muscular arms about Nero's waist, nuzzling the nape of his neck. The younger smiled happily, pushing back against the wall and indicating to his mate that he wanted to cuddle. Obliging, Dante slipped out of the man's ass and loosened his embrace so he could turn around to face him. Tightening his arms again, he brought Nero into a slow, gentle kiss. They both purred contentedly at the other, the regular deep bass from the muffled music reverberating through their bodies and almost feeding them with the energy they spent during sex.

"You win," Nero murmured as he pulled away. "It wasn't so bad."

"Best not to do it again though," Dante replied, nuzzling him affectionately. "I'd forgotten how bad demon instincts are to control when faced with the opportunity to show off a mate in front of others."

"Yeah, I felt that you had to fight you Trigger."

"But, it was damn worth it babe," he kissed him again, lips meshing together effortlessly until they parted again for air. "Well, all that fucking made me thirsty. Bar?"

Right, I'll be taking a short break to write a Christmas special, but I'll be writing both together. I hope to get the special up by Christmas!