Okay here we go, another update (finally). I took a break to do some reading and focus on some other stuff I've got going on, so... yeah, a little late again...! Thanks again for all the reviews and the favourites/reviews on the Christmas Special!
SirenaLoreley: Thanks for the review! Glad you enjoyed the clubbing scene, I've been itching to do one of those for a while. Dante can't really let lose in Love Planet after all!
silent33: Thanks for reviewing! Oh yes, Dante will never forget the sight of his Nero in his chaps, especially as they'll carry his scent for a while! And yeah, there would have been plenty of rounds in the hotel XD
PayingInNaivety: Thank you for reviewing! Glad you had as much fun reading it as I had writing it!
BattleGoddess126: Thanks for reviewing! Yes, with clubs like that it pays to be a fly on the wall, I can't wait for the day when I'll actually be able to go in to one and take part rather than just watch! Haha, must have been fun reading this on the train; I've found with my writing these days that I always seem to find I'm up to the point of writing a sex scene when I'm on public transport! It's almost as if it's purposely timed... :D
FlowingTears: Thanks for the review! Indeed, Dante would be the Olympic record holder if arrogance was a sport (they should make it one, I'd love to see guys compete in that...). Your times in gay bars sound great, especially about the looks on the faces of 'lost' guys (and the backroom part)! I'd love to spend more time in gay bars, but it's too hard looking around at these nice guys I can't flirt with yet... but when I can it'll be great fun!
Simca: Thanks for review! I think 'holy hell that was really hot' sums up the effect I was trying to produce! Excellent comment! ^^
honeyberries: Thanks for the review! I wanted to try and play to Dante's camper side at the start of this chapter, hence the dress up part... and that his devil side wants his mate to look hot! I hope you got a blood transfusion okay! :P
Semjaza: Thank you for the review! Glad you enjoyed the chapter!
AvalonParadise: Thanks for reviewing and yeah, glad you though it was yummy!
emmyxogats: Thanks for the review! I'm glad you enjoyed Shadow Stalker too and that you're having fun reading this one too, always good to get new readers! ^^
Right, now onto the next chapter. No real warnings here, just strong sexual references and the promise of hot man sex in chapter 8... enjoy!
Chapter 7 – Never Without You
Nero stirred from a restful sleep as he felt a stream of bright light flash straight across his eyes. Grunting and blinking his eyes to try and force them to adjust, he shifted in the comforting warmth that was enveloping him. As soon as he noticed that the bright light was the early morning sun filtering in through a gap in the curtains, he rolled over to face away from it with a disgruntled sigh. He wasn't ready to wake up yet. Nero winced the instant he rolled over, his human hand rubbing over his thigh and to the curve of his buttocks. He caressed the ache soothingly, a small smile twitching at the corner of his lips. He and Dante spent the entire night in Gilgamesh, drinking and dancing the hours away in the most appropriate environment there could be. They left after closing and stumbled their way back down the streets until they arrived back at the hotel, keeping their lust for each other at bay while they were outside of their room. However as soon as they broke through the door, Dante had tossed Nero to the bed and fucked him until they both fell asleep. No wonder I'm so damn sore this morning, I can't remember how long we were at it for... he broke his thought pattern as he gingerly inserted a finger inside him and felt the still warm essence of his mate trapped inside. Must have been a long time.
Sighing contentedly, he snuggled closer to Dante's warm side and attempted to drift back off to sleep, but it wasn't going to happen. Once he was awake, he was awake and he could do nothing about it. Growling a little from how much he hated not being able to doze after waking, Nero rolled onto his back, narrowly avoiding kicking Dante's strong thigh. He closed his eyes again, allowing his mind to wander to last night. The older male had some seriously good dance moves up his sleeves, something which he still wanted to inquire about. He was certain that such technique wasn't simply just acquired from spending so many nights clubbing with other men. Nero shivered inwardly as he imagined Dante's calloused hands all over him, touching him in all the right places that had kept him wanting on the dance floor. He felt his fingers lingering around his navel, desperate to reach down and pump his morning wood as he almost felt Dante grinding up against him. A soft moan escaped his throat as he felt those rough lips caressing his neck, trailing along his jaw until pressing securely against his own lips. That feels so real... wait a...
The teen opened his eyes to be met with an all too familiar ice blue gazing right into his azures. He shivered deeply at the loving expression in those beautiful orbs, the claws of his Devil Bringer finding their way to Dante's face and lightly tracing his lips. The elder's eyes slipped shut and his head dove down again to capture Nero's lips, the passion in that one gesture flaring his arousal. Moaning into the kiss, Nero parted his lips and allowed Dante to slide his tongue inside, rubbing his own against his. They continued the slow, deep kiss for what seemed like hours; Nero's arms came up around Dante's neck while his slid under the body beneath him to encircle him lovingly. After a near eternity, the two men separated, allowing Dante to pull away and settle down with his head nestled against Nero's chest. Smiling happily, the young part devil ran the talons of his devil arm through his lover's soft white hair while his human hand rested against Dante's.
"I never want to wake up without you," Dante murmured.
"You won't have to," Nero replied, giving his hand a squeeze. "I promise."
"I want to catch the bastard, Nero. There are so many men that could be in danger and last night reminded me that most of them I wouldn't even recognise. Whenever I brought anyone home, I never even knew their names. We exchanged nothing. No numbers, no names, nothing. Funny though it maybe, I've probably slept with going on ninety percent of the regulars at Gilgamesh!"
Nero snorted. "Why am I not surprised."
"I never foresaw any danger in doing that. But now, I've put those guys at risk."
The teen paused. "You knew Striker and Lance for quite a long time, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then maybe your one night stands will be safe. The escort wasn't killed by the same Incubus, that one may not be targeting you. As for the second, he's only killed Striker and Lance, who were both much closer to your heart than just a good fuck. That makes me think he only wants to kill those you were seriously intimate with."
Dante frowned slightly. "Which puts you at great risk."
"I'll be better off than any others, one for being part demon and two for being ready."
"If anything happens to you I swear..."
"Dante! Baby, it'll be fine."
The elder glanced at his mate's handsome face, half of his mind on the gentle brush of fingers against his forearm and the other half on the term of endearment he'd just received. His glance became a smirk all too quickly.
"You've never called me that before," he purred.
The teen blushed. "Yeah, well... I've been around you too long."
"Damn right you have."
He crawled a little further up Nero's body so he could mesh their lips together, his arousal stirring between his legs once again. Unfortunately, before things could heat up, the younger male pushed him away gently.
"We should get back to the office," he noted, a serious edge to his voice. "The girls are going to castrate us when they find out why we're not there."
"What's the rush?" asked Dante, his lips finding the soft skin beneath Nero's ear.
"I mean it Dante! We need to find some of your past lovers so we can protect them."
A solemn look immediately replaced the relaxed smirk on the elder's face. "Doesn't matter."
"Huh?" Nero looked dumbfounded. "What do you mean it doesn't matter?"
"Exactly that. It doesn't matter."
"Dante..."
"There were only three other men apart from you, Striker and Lance that have ever been close to me in anyway more than being just another fuck. One guy moved way away from here; Incubi have territories they hunt in and I doubt he'll be desperate enough to leave it. As for the other two... they're not..." a lump formed in his throat. "They're both dead."
Nero's eyes widened. "Shit Dante... I mean... err..."
"Don't kid, its okay."
The ex Order member bowed his head. "I really don't know you at all, do I?"
"Hey, the only reason you don't about this stuff is because I haven't told you. It's not exactly the kind of thing you discuss over dinner, is it? Did you expect me to just say one day 'hey Nero, did you know two of my exes are dead'?"
"I know, but..."
"Don't get down about it," he met Nero's lips briefly. "I know you think you're not making an effort, but that's far from true. I love you and I know exactly how much you return it. I didn't want to have to talk about my ex boyfriends with you, even if you are super hot when you're jealous."
Nero smiled at that reassurance, giggling a little as Dante nuzzled him affectionately. They shared another brief kiss before the teen broke their contact to inquire further. "Do you mind me asking what happened? I'd rather not see you as hurt as you were when you found Lance, so I'd like you to be open with me about this. It must upset you, right?"
"Yeah," Dante rested his head back on Nero's chest. "It's even worse that I caught myself thinking I'm glad they're dead because the Incubus can't get them. At least one's safe because I know he never came back to town."
"Do you keep in touch?"
"A little. Haven't for years, but I know he has a husband with adopted kids."
"When did you date him?"
"I was a few months shy of sixteen. He was kinda my first love."
Nero chuckled softly. "Cute." Funny thinking the old man had a first love...
"As all first loves tend to, it ended badly. I still haven't forgiven myself for making him cry, but I think he did a long time ago. He was able to settle down with a good life, so perhaps it was for the best. I'm so relieved he's far away."
"What about the other two?"
"Well, one was actually a demon."
He glanced down at him. "You dated a demon?"
"Is it that hard to believe? I've fucked a few full demons before, though I admit most of them were homosexual Incubi."
"Okay, maybe it's not so strange."
"His name was Modeus; he and his brother were kind of like apprentices to my dad. They were both very good swordsmen, but Modeus gave up his sword. He showed up in town one day, sitting at the bar in my favourite diner and eating, would you believe it, a strawberry sundae! I knew in an instant I wanted him and he was the first full demon my devil side ever wanted to mate with. We were quite alike in many ways," Dante sighed, cuddling closer to Nero's side. "You know, he had the most amazing dark brown hair; it was practically long enough for him to sit on! And he was a real babe. But as I expected, it wasn't going to work."
Nero stroked through his lover's hair. "Because he was full demon?"
"Because he made a promise that he needed to keep. A very old promise..." he sighed again, glaring at the moisture brimming up in his eyes. "I had a hunch it was something to do with his brother. The first day I met him, he came over after sitting in the park for a while one night. Of course we had sex; we both wanted to feel each other before committing to anything, but he was nervous about something else. So many demons want a piece of my soul these days, I guessed at the time he was like them. But in the end, he wasn't. His brother wanted to fight me, not because he wanted to try and claim Sparda's power from me, but because he wanted to fight the strongest swordsman in the world. I didn't turn the guy down, so I defeated him. Modeus then had to honour his promise to take revenge on whoever destroyed his brother's reason for living. I ended up having no choice but to fight him too."
"Dante..." Nero held him tightly against his body. "Did you... you know...?"
The elder nodded. "He went down all too easily; he didn't want to fight me. Hell, he wanted to be my mate, but he couldn't commit to me because he was already committed to his brother. It took a long time to get over that."
"Let me guess, you fell back into the arms of the escort service?"
"Yeah... and I didn't touch a strawberry sundae for months."
"Luckily he wasn't a pizza fanatic then, otherwise you would have starved."
Dante had to smile. "Guess so."
"Okay, so what about the other man?"
Nero almost wished he hadn't asked that question when his mate clutched at him tighter, curling into him like a frightened kitten. He'd never seen Dante so vulnerable and it was unnerving to say the least. The more experienced hunter was always so strong and unwavering in the face of any danger, but he was reduced to pieces at the memory of his former lovers.
"You won't..." his voice was quiet. "You won't be disgusted with me for this, will you?"
The younger hunter blinked. "Why would I be?"
"Because it... it's not the same."
"Dante, just tell me."
"The other... he was my brother, Vergil."
Nero's eyes widened. "Your brother?"
"Yeah."
He let out a long breath he didn't know he was holding. "There's no way I'd be disgusted with you for that, old man," he hugged him securely to his chest. "Why the hell would I be? It doesn't matter who you fall in love with, it just happens. Hell, I admit I had a crush on Credo when I was ten!"
"Seriously?"
He blushed as he felt Dante's eyes staring at him. "Shut up! I completely forgot about it by the time I was twelve, especially with how everyone in Fortuna taught you about homosexuals... besides, we're talking about you, not me!"
Dante snickered softly and kissed Nero's jaw, tenderly. "I first started looking at Vergil that way when I was eight, but it was just like you with Credo; a crush. It could have easily vanished when I became a teenager, but it didn't. Vergil and I spent long periods of time never seeing each other after our mother was killed, but I never stopped feeling for him. On one of the occasions when he did show up, I told him how I felt, but he never seemed to reciprocate. Technically he was my first love, but before I turned sixteen I met the other guy I told you about and fell in love with him. That was why our relationship fell apart, not just because we were kids, but because I was still in love with my brother. Before I bought my first office, Vergil found me again and that was when we first had sex."
"So he did feel the same way?"
He released a shaky breath. "I don't know, I never did, that was the problem. My devil side got most of the enjoyment out of it; he loved having Vergil dominate me that way. Looking back on it now, I realised the sex was never about emotion for my brother. Maybe he did love me the same way I loved him, but he never really showed it openly. I mean, Vergil always made a point of being asexual and had nothing to do with either men or women. It had only been me. Perhaps it was an obsession, but whatever it was, I loved him. I'm sure somewhere deep down he felt the same, I just wish he could have said it at least once so I was never in the dark. I didn't want to fight him, but in the end I had no choice. I lost him to the demon world and I'd always assumed he was dead, but he did come back. He called himself Nelo then, but it was still my brother, even if it was pretty much just his demon half. I defeated him then, perhaps even killing him, but he could still be alive somewhere. I still wonder even now if he ever really loved me; even though he was cold and controlling, I felt more for him than I did even for Lance."
"No wonder Yamato is so important to you if it's all you have left of him."
"Yeah. Vergil loved that katana."
"Then..." Nero bit his lip. "Then why did you give it to me?"
"Because you want to give the man you love something that's important to you. At the time, Yamato was the best gift I could give you. That and I doubt you would have been happy if I gave you a bunch of roses and a strip tease!"
Nero laughed and lightly punched his arm. "I would have castrated you in a second!"
"Exactly. So Yamato was the best gift to give you without giving away my feelings."
"Then it really was love at first sight."
"Yes it was and I have every intention of keeping it that way," he pulled Nero down into a deep kiss, rolling over and lying on top of him. "I've let too many lovers go; human ones I've lost by upsetting them and demons I've had to kill. I promise you Nero, I have no plans to either upset you or kill you. You're my mate; my life. I never want to be without you."
"Hmm..." the teen pecked him on the lips. "Cheesy lines again, old man."
"I don't give a crap."
He reached down between them to grasp Nero's erection, but the younger male pushed him away quickly. "Just one more thing before you render me senseless."
"Go on."
"You pulled some damn good dance moves in Gilgamesh... so I was wondering how..." his cheeks lit up a bright scarlet as he worked how out to phrase his question. "Did you really just pick up those moves from clubbing every night?"
Dante chuckled. "Not exactly."
"I knew it! Spill it Dante, or I won't let you top me for a month!"
"That's harsh kid, but I don't mind telling ya," a devilish smirk pulled at the corner of his perfect lips. "Before I bought my office and started the devil hunting business, I used to work in a backstreet pub in town. It's gone now but when it was open, it was the only place in town you could go to if you wanted to be openly gay and not get bashed."
"So you pulled pints in a gay bar?" the kid looked puzzled.
"Not exactly. Pretending I was twenty one wouldn't get my anywhere with bar work, but pretending I was eighteen could. The guy offered me a job; the pay wasn't great, but the tips were excellent..."
"You're filling this out too much, old man. Spill it!"
He smirked as he ran his fingers through Nero's hair. "I was a bar top dancer. The owner of the pub paid me to dance in front of his customers in a pair of old army boots and the tiniest white thong you've ever seen. The better my dance moves were, the more bucks men shoved down my pants. The owner took good care of me though, he wouldn't let anyone take me home for a fuck if I didn't want them to."
"How many did you go home with then?"
He chuckled. "A couple. That was all during my youth as the best bottom in town!"
Nero laughed. "And then when you started Devil May Cry, you became the biggest alpha the world as ever seen!"
"Got it in one, baby."
Without another word, Dante pressed their lips together for a passionate kiss, Nero moaning into it as he wrapped his legs about his waist. Before his mind became too clouded with lust, he made a point to remember to use topping Dante as another method to tease him for being older, reminding him of his 'younger days'.
The drive back to the Devil May Cry office was... interesting. Nero shifted in his seat every time Dante cast a brief glance at him, a deep smirk on his face and a predatory glint to his eyes. Not only that, but his flesh seemed to be emitting a sweet smelling aroma that had enough spice to it to send a pang of arousal down south. The younger hunter shifted again, his half hard cock beginning to press against his leather shorts. It was bad enough that Dante was wearing sinfully short denim hot pants without his devil side deliberately trying to make him horny. Come to think of it, Nero had noticed that his lover seemed unusually clingy after their quick fuck before handing in their room key. And not clingy in the teenage school girl sense of the word. Clingy as in 'trying to get his hands off him and out of his pants' clingy. From what he knew of the man, Dante wasn't the type to take drugs, so perhaps it was just a reaction to being in a room packed to the rafters with hot, horny men after so much time spent away.
After what seemed like hours of torturous driving with Dante eyeing him up like he hadn't seen him for years, they finally parked in front of the office. Nero watched the older slayer with caution as he got out of the car and shut the door. He glanced behind him quickly as he felt eyes staring at them, spying a young man on the street corner who had stopped to look at them. The youth's jaw practically hit the floor, blushing furiously as he noticed how little the two devil hunters were wearing. Nero heard Dante chuckle behind him as the man walked off, fidgeting a little until he shoved his hands inside his jean pockets. Breathing a sigh of relief, the younger hunter turned to head into the office, but a pair of strong arms had already snaked their way around his middle and a prickly chin rested on his shoulder.
"I know this town has a reputation for being homophobic," Dante murmured. "But it doesn't stop gay men from living here. I've tried flirting with him several times, but I never managed to seduce him into bed. He's too deeply buried in the closet for that. Poor guy will probably be a virgin long into his forties before he comes out as being gay."
"Wow, I'm impressed," Nero replied, his vision turning a little hazy as his devil side picked up on the older male's sweet aroma. "There's actually a guy you haven't been able to sleep with."
"Hmm and he'll never get me now."
He made a move to bite into a dark bruise already on the kid's neck, but he was shoved away quickly. "Listen, I don't know why you're so horny right now, but we need to get back to this mission! As you said at the hotel, you wanted to catch this Incubus, right?"
"Yeah... but..." Dante purred lustfully, burying his face into Nero's neck. "I'd rather fuck you right now..."
"If I didn't know you better old man, I'd swear you'd taken something!"
"But I have, babe... you, remember?"
"Come on you big pervert!"
Dante chuckled as he waited for Nero to walk round him and head up towards the office, reaching out and slapping his leather clad backside. The teen yelped a bit, trying his best to muster a glare in the older male's direction, but he ended up sticking his tongue out instead. Taking this as an invitation, Dante hurried along to catch up to his lover, but the smirk gracing his masculine visage was soon wiped clear when they walked in through the double doors to Devil May Cry. Trish was standing directly in their line of sight, leaning back against the old oak desk with her legs crossed and one hand rapping her nails against the wood. She looked less than pleased, especially when she arched an eyebrow in response to observing the way the two men were dressed.
"Stopped by Gilgamesh last night, did we?" she asked, her tone like a disapproving mother attempting to figure out what her child had done wrong.
"Yes," Nero cut in before Dante could say anything. "It was my idea."
"Was it now..." the blonde leaned away from the desk. "So you decided it was a good idea to take time off on this mission, hmm? I would have thought you might care more for the situation Dante, especially when it concerns young men."
"Of course I care for the situation," Dante growled.
"Oh, so you were looking for the Incubus at Gilgamesh, were you?"
"Well he might have turned up, it is a gay club after all..." he trailed off as he wound his arms around Nero, kissing his neck deeply. "I doubt I would have noticed though. My eyes were on this little spitfire all night long."
Nero couldn't bear to push his mate away, even when he laid eyes on the vicious glare Trish cast at the older man. During his time at Devil May Cry, he had never seen her look as demonic as she did now.
"So that's why you smell so bad," she scolded, obviously referring to the sweet aroma Nero was becoming bathed in. "So not only do you spend the night clubbing when you're supposed to be tracking down a demon, you get hooked to your mate enough for your devil side to start producing pheromones to such a degree! I honestly thought you could be sensible, Dante."
"You should know better than to threaten a devil in his mating grounds, Trish."
She looked taken aback as Dante flashed angry red eyes at her, his finger nails turning to claws as they wrapped tightly around Nero, but she still remained defiant. "I couldn't care less about your hormones right now! In all the time I've spent hunting with you, I don't think I've ever known you to be so irresponsible!"
"Oh, so I'm irresponsible now, am I?"
"Yes! You know that Incubi become stronger if they can smell pheromones and right now, he could probably smell you a mile off! I can't believe that you decided to deal with Lance's death by getting yourself drunk on a sex high at this particular moment in time!"
Dante growled dangerously. "Whatever you say, I'm going to take a shower."
Without another word to Trish, he released his hold on Nero and trudged up the stairs, the door to the bathroom slamming shut seconds later. The blonde demon sighed and walked across the room to sit down on the leather sofa, crossing her legs and casting a glance at Nero. The teen clenched the harshly glowing talons of his Bringer into a fist, his sharp gaze staring after his partner before eventually returning the one on the sofa.
"Did you have to be so blunt with him," he murmured through gritted teeth.
"Nero, surely you can understand how silly he's being," Trish replied.
"Quite frankly, no I can't!" he snapped as he crossed the room, feeling an unusual anger for the huntress boiling up inside as he sat down behind the desk. "You didn't see him when we were at Lance's apartment. You didn't have to hold him against you while he cried for that man! I've haven't seen Dante like that before... so lost and so vulnerable. He's hurting right now Trish and all you've done is make him feel worse. If he wants to have sex with me to the point where it stops hurting because of the high, then let him! Anything to make his pain go away."
"I take it he told you what happened between him and Lance?"
Nero nodded. "Yeah he told me, he told me just how much he hated himself for what he did. He told me just how much I mean to him because now it will never happen again..." he grated his teeth together as he fought back a tear. "I suggested we go to Gilgamesh so he could take his mind off it and to show him how far I was willing to go for him. I didn't expect him to take it this far and let his mating instinct run wild, but if it makes him feel better, then I don't care! The damn Incubus can wait and you know what? At the moment I don't give a damn who else gets targeted by this guy. The only man I care about at the moment is Dante."
Trish sighed audibly. "Okay, so maybe I went too far..."
"Just a bit, Trish. You practically showed him that you couldn't care less about him."
She glared at the ex Order member. "That is not true!"
"Oh, then why say those things to him, hmm? You know what happened between him and Lance, so you should know how much seeing his body was going to hurt him! Why the fuck didn't you try and understand how he's feeling?"
"Well..." she blinked before turning away from Nero's azure gaze. "You're right, Nero."
"If you care about him, leave him alone for a while."
Trish ran her fingers through her long hair. "This is getting difficult."
"I know. Please, just let me get Dante back to his usual self, okay?"
"Alright! As his mate, you ought to know what you're doing."
"Yes," Nero snickered under his breath. "Just let him fuck me and bite me to his heart's content until the smell goes away. I guess he'll need to sleep for a while afterwards, right?"
"For someone who has tried to forget about his devil side for so long, you're really starting to understand these things."
He smiled. "Thanks to Dante."
She sighed again. "I'm sorry for what I said, if that means anything to you at the moment."
"Look, if you didn't care about him, you wouldn't have yelled at him like that. I'm sure once he's come down from his high, he'll realise that. Anyway, if nothing happens for a while, I'll go and scout around for the Incubus when Dante sleeps things off. I know what scent to look for and it'll only be a quick scout. I am aware how dangerous this guy could be."
"Don't forget about the other one."
"I know..." Nero clenched his fist. "It's Vince I'm after."
... there will be some actual plot soon, I promise! Again, updates will still be a little slow as I have my own fiction work to do to. That and it's time to plan the Valentines Day special (or as I call it, Stay At Home and Watch Gay Porn Day), it'll be quite different to my usual stuff so it'll be interesting to write; again, it'll be a one-shot. Hopefully you're still sticking with me and my now somewhat erratic updating!