This took a lot longer to write than expected, mainly because I couldn't figure out how I wanted the chapter to work! But I've finished fiddling and here it is. Thanks to my reviewers and readers who keep up with my erratic updating schedule and to those who read/reviewed/added the V-Day special!

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Okay, here we go, not many chapters left now, possibly two or three depending on how the next one goes. Enjoy! Warnings: Without giving anything away, there is potential non-con.

Chapter 9 – Without Consent

Dante groaned lowly as a dimly lit room slowly swam into focus. The scent of the room was definitely familiar; heavy, musky and sickly with the background stench of alcohol and cigarettes. The place had an ambient hue of a deep reddish pink and the floor had a slightly sticky finish to it. Definitely a night club; it had to be Love Planet. As Dante shifted, he felt cold metal binding his arms behind his back and the same coolness wrapped around his ankles. He struggled to roll over, but eventually managed it and lay staring at the rigging of lights, strobe boxes and lasers positioned right above him. He glanced down at himself briefly, noticing that he was still naked from his romp with Nero. He grunted and closed his eyes and the ceiling began swirling, his body beginning to react as though it were hung over. But he knew better than that. He had been drugged by that damned Incubus that came to his room while he was sleeping... it came into the room that he'd had sex with Nero in just moments before. His devil side growled lowly in frustration at having his mating grounds raided by another demon, though the reaction was far more subdued than expected. Trish had been right when she said the Incubus was strong.

"Ah, so you're finally awake," drawled a seductive voice.

Dante tried to sit up and see who spoke, but he was bound too uncomfortably and his body merely protested at the thought. The smooth, overly friendly voice sounded familiar, as did the spicy aroma that began to fill his nostrils and tease his groin. As he thought back, he thought that the Incubus who came to him had familiar hair and eyes, even though he had been too incapacitated to do anything at the time...

"Vince?" the devil slayer asked. "Is that you Vince?"

"So you finally recognise me," the voice spoke again.

"Shit," Dante groaned as he let his head fall back onto the sticky floor in frustration. "Nero tried to warn me but I refused to listen to him! How did you manage it, Vince? How did you manage to convince me you were human for ten years?"

"Oh, there was no convincing about it, baby. I was human for those ten years. Well, more or less anyway. Depends how you like to take technicalities. I've always been an Incubus, but I managed to be tricked into having my demonic power drained from my being. To anyone I would appear human, even to another demon. Being an escort was the only thing really appropriate for my talents... and then I met you."

"Dammit Vince, get me out of these restraints!"

"Hush now big boy," Vince purred. "It'll be okay, I promise you."

"Come on, I've always regarded you as a friend. You don't have to kill me."

"Kill you? Oh Dante, I have no intention of killing you."

Dante heard the other man's light footsteps move towards him, an odd sense of anxiety suddenly surging up inside. He glanced sideways as he heard Vince kneel down next to him, his heart skipping a beat as it always did when he laid eyes upon this man. There was nothing physically different about him. His shoulder length hair still looked as soft as ever, his brown eyes still appeared gentle and seductive, his piercings still glittered in the light and his fingers... oh his fingers still worked their same magic. Dante had to close his eyes as those slender digits stroked through his thick white hair, though it was mostly from the pure sensation rather than the gentleness. The instant Vince made contact, sparks of pleasure coursed through him and warmed his flesh, but it was an unwanted feeling. Ten years ago after what he thought was the death of his brother, Dante would have been happy to meet this Vince and even to die at his hands. But now he was stronger, more mature and mated to a beautiful man, he wanted this Vince to disappear and simply be the escort he loved to share his deepest thoughts with. Hell, there may have even been a time he could have loved Vince. But not now.

"No," Dante said, wishing his voice was steadier. "I c-can't..."

"Of course," there was a bitter edge to the man's voice, something that sounded so alien on his tongue. "But have no fear my love, that will all be over with. Once I have defeated your mate I can claim you as my own... and all will be well."

Dante wanted to resist as he felt soft lips against his, be he hadn't the power to. His body gave in, a shuddering sigh only breaking the kiss for a moment until he yielded. His being felt heavy and numb, his legs not wanting to even move the small amount they could within the shackles. His devil side wanted to fight, but it had no choice but to submit. His eyelids fell shut, but he was immediately met with the sight of his young lover. Feisty Nero, his mop of hair blowing in the breeze, his pallid skin sprinkled with snowflakes and the warmth of his Devil Bringer holding his hand. How he loved to wake up each morning with the young punk curled into his side, fingers just inches from touching... Without control, Dante bit down sharply on Vince's lower lip, drawing blood that oozed down over his prickly chin. Yelping with pain and shock, the Incubus drew back and wiped the blood from his mouth with the sleeve of his thin black shirt.

"I belong to Nero," Dante panted. "Only to Nero. Never to you."

"We'll have to see about that," Vince replied coldly.

"Why Vince? When I talked to you, you gave me so much advice on how to approach Nero. You encouraged me to feel the love that I did for him! Why take all that back now? If you felt so strongly for me back then, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I wanted you to notice how I feel."

Dante blinked and opened his mouth to speak, but he felt too heavy.

"I wanted you to fall in love with me," Vince continued. "Every other man who knew me became infatuated with me instantly, even as a human. I didn't want just any man, I wanted you! But you never fell for me in that way. At first it was a blessing but then I grew to resent it. I grew to want you to look at me and only me, never to lay eyes on another man again! It was the only reason I wanted my Incubus powers back, Dante. So I could finally have you."

"Then... you only told me to go after Nero because you hoped it would make me look at you?"

"I hoped that you would fail! I hoped you would come back to me and I could comfort you and... and let me love you."

For an instant Dante felt a pang of guilt, but only for an instant. He understood what it was like, wishing to be loved by the one you cared for so dearly. He went through that during his entire childhood with Vergil, wanting desperately for his older twin to love him back. Vince obviously felt very much the same way. But like he did with Vergil, he had to move on.

"I'm sorry Vince," he told him softly. "But I can't love you now."

Vince sighed. "I know. But in time, you will. I am a very patient man."

Dante tried to break free again, but the restraints were not just ordinary metal. "Damn you Vince, you don't..."

But he was muffled with another kiss. He tried to fight it, but he felt his system flooded with a deep, heavy feeling; as though he were being pushed under water. His eyelids drooped slowly shut again and his body ceased fighting, every muscle going numb as Vince forced the aphrodisiac to take over every sense. The last things Dante felt before slipping into unconsciousness were his flesh heating and an uncontrollable arousal flooding him like waves of a stormy sea. Nero...

Nero's brain barely registered the fact that Akira had not been following him as he ran through the streets to get back to Devil May Cry as quickly as possible. He didn't care about the realisation that the Incubus had been telling the truth as he continued to sprint, his lungs on fire when he caught the bright red glow from the office sign. But he did care when his demonic senses failed to pick up on the strong scent of his mate and the lack of deep growling in the back of his mind. As he dashed up to the heavy double doors, Nero could just about make out the lingering aroma of Dante soaked into the building, but it wasn't as heavy as it should be. It was simply the scent of a devil's territory and mating grounds. No sign of the devil himself. Clenching his Devil Bringer into a fist, he stormed into the office as though he expected Vince to be there waiting for him, but the front room was dark and devoid of his foe. But not empty.

The teen dropped Red Queen to the hardwood floor as he ran over to the motionless female figures lying by the old oak desk. He approached Lady first, roughly shaking her by the shoulders but she was out cold. Her face was drained of colour and a deep wound on her left arm was bleeding quite badly. Nero glanced at Trish, who was also unconscious but unhurt. Deciding to tend to the human woman before attempting to revive Trish, he rushed through the door behind the desk into the cramped shower room. He retrieved a green fabric bag from under the sink and dragged it back into the front room, unzipping it quickly to toss a pile of gauze and bandages to the floor. Using a pair of scissors, Nero cut back the sleeve on Lady's jacket, wincing slightly as he saw the two parallel scratch marks responsible for the blood. Vince must have used his devil form to attack the women before getting what he wanted. Dante. My Mate.

Growling possessively and feeling the heat of rage rising from the pit of his stomach, the ex Order member tightly wound a strip of gauze around Lady's wound before applying the bandages. The wound need stitches, but Trish would have to take care of that while he hunted down the Incubus who captured his mate. Small spots of blood immediately appeared where Nero had wrapped up the brunette's arm, but at least the bleeding was staunched enough until she could get proper treatment. Turning his attention to Trish, he took hold of the blonde's arms and dragged her up into a sitting position in front of the desk. Her visage was certainly paler than normal, but she was breathing much deeper than her lover was. Nero shook her roughly, but the full demon still didn't stir. With an exasperated sound, he got to his feet and ran his fingers through his silver hair, willing a solution to come to him. Perhaps cold water would work. He paced for a while, but still it was the only idea that decided to show its face. Not caring whether it worked or not, the teen filled a pint glass full of cold water from the kitchen tap and splashed all of it over the blonde's face. Trish jumped in shock, narrowly avoiding hitting her head on the desk as she was brought back into the conscious world.

"Trish!" Nero exclaimed. "You're okay right? Please be okay!"

Trish raised a hand in front of Nero's face, silently telling him that she was fine and he needed to be quiet. The teen stepped back, not wanting to offer a hand to the demonic woman as it wouldn't be accepted anyway. She got to her feet slowly and leaned against the desk, covering her eyes with a hand for a moment before looking at the other hunter.

"I'm fine Nero," she assured him, though she still looked pale. "Have you seen Lady?"

"Yes," Nero nodded, immediately looking worried. "She's badly hurt, looks like something took a good swipe at her..." he paused as he watched the blonde seek out her partner. "She was bleeding quite badly."

Trish knelt down on the floor beside the brunette and carefully gathered her up into her arms. She tentatively ran a few fingers along her bandaged arm, her blue eyes showing a brief desire to take revenge on the one who hurt her. She gently stroked through Lady's short brown hair with her other hand, Nero also feeling Trish's anger. Not only had Vince taken Dante, but he had clearly shown no remorse at having to cut down the two women to get to him. This was the first moment Nero realised that Trish was just as protective of Lady as Dante was of him.

"You need to take care of her," he stated, almost as an order. "You're not match for Vince."

"I agree completely," Trish sighed, turning to face him. "But neither are you."

"I know, but I have to save Dante. I don't care how futile it is or how strong Vince is, I have to get him back. You should understand that."

"I was only warning you... and informing you that I have no suggestions on how you should approach this. Vince is strong, I barely had enough time to react when he charged through those doors and Triggered. But I do know that Vince cannot take Dante as a mate until he has killed you. It gives you some chance."

"The other Incubus found me. His name's Akira."

The blonde's eyes widened. "The Incubus who killed the young escort?"

"Yeah. Turns out he's looking for Vince too."

Trish thought about it for a moment. "Then it is a complex situation. If they're both homosexual Incubi, it is likely they are from the same Order... did this Akira say anything about that to you? Anything at all to indicate why he's after Vince?"

Nero looked away for a moment. "I think Akira's in love with him."

"Then you cannot kill Vince, under any circumstances."

"If what you said is true, I don't really stand a chance of doing that anyway! Akira said I should find Dante and that when I do, he'll turn up to deal with Vince."

"Then you'd better hope Akira keeps his word."

"He seemed... sincere."

"Maybe he is; demons go to a lot of lengths to protect the one they love. But don't think for a minute that means Akira's on your side. It would mean nothing to him if you and Dante both died, so long as he gets what he wants in the end. Keep a look out."

"My worry is that he won't show up."

"Oh he will. If he doesn't and you get killed, Vince will waste no time in mating with Dante, something which Akira definitely doesn't want. My concern is that when he shows up and claims Vince, he will try to make sure you and Dante don't threaten their future."

"Hey, I have no intent on killing either of them so long as Akira takes Vince away from my lover! He said that when an Incubus takes a mate, they have no need to feed off anyone else, so they technically become benign as far as humans are concerned, right?"

"Yes."

"Then so long as he shows up, he can do what he wants to Vince."

"Just take care of yourself. If you manage to kill Vince for whatever reason, be it an accident or your devil's side lust for revenge, Akira will be onto you. If he does indeed love Vince as you said, he'll be the one after blood... and the end won't be pretty."

Nero grimaced. "I'll do my best."

"You must hurry, Nero. I don't know where Vince planned to take Dante."

He sighed in exasperation. "No idea at all? Not even a hint?"

"I don't think so..." Trish thought for a moment, though it was clear she was struggling to overcome her worry for Lady who still lay motionless in her arms. "Vince wants to take Dante as his mate, that part is clear... my only suggestion is that it would be a place in their past. A place that would have... I don't know... a mutual feeling between them?"

Nero nodded, something suddenly clicking in the back of his mind. "Love Planet!"

"The club?"

"Yes, Vince used to meet Dante there when he was an escort. I bet he took him there!"

"I hope you're right Nero, because you don't want to end up in a situation where Vince becomes impatient and starts looking for you. The last thing you want to become is the hunted; then you'll have no fighting chance."

"I figured as much. You stay here and take care of Lady, alright?"

"I don't need you to tell me that."

Nero smiled at her reassuringly. "Good thing you were okay then."

Dante felt heavy again, his eyelids refusing to open as he was overtaken by wooziness. It was as though he were trying to balance on an object that was slowly swaying from side to side, somewhere high up and terrifying. He felt numb from the neck downwards, though he was still able to move his fingertips and toes. Little else worked to his command though. Eventually, after what seemed like several hours of failure, Dante's eyes opened and light burned painfully on the sensitised organs. He was still lying in front of the dance stage at Love Planet, the cold beginning to seep into his naked body as the numbness gradually lessened. He had to get out of here and back to Nero. No. He had to kill Vince first. Though the thought of having to kill an old friend was painful, there was nothing else he could do in the situation. If Nero came to rescue him, he would surely be killed and then he'd be the unwilling mate to an Incubus for the rest of his life. No matter how appealing the thought might have been ten years ago, it gave him no satisfaction now. He was already mated to someone. To Nero, the gorgeous punk bitch from Fortuna.

After several minutes of grunting and growling against his restraints and almost uncontrollable body, Dante managed to gather himself into a sitting position. The spicy scent of Vince was still hanging in the air and it sent a pang of arousal down south. Glancing down, he glared at his half erection, hating that an Incubus still had such power over him while he was bound to another demon. Nero. He had to get out of here for his sake. He attempted to shift himself to his knees, pushing his tied hands against the tacky floor, but it failed miserably. He rolled pathetically onto his side, his naked backside bared to anyone who would enter the club. Thankfully it was still a while before opening time. As he tried to move again, he heard a door opening and closing in the distance, the sound almost putting him on edge. He breathed in the different scents of the area, a sweet familiar aroma immediately filling him with joy. The sweetness of chocolate and cherries soaked into the metallic odour of blood. It was Nero, it had to be. No one else he knew smelt like that, not even his former lovers. Dante grinned, relief calming his nerves; an unknown feeling to him. He wasn't used to being the damsel in distress, but who better than to carry him out of the devil's layer than his sexy younger lover?

"Well look at you Dante," he heard Nero chuckle. "In a real mess this time, aren't you?"

Dante laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could say that kid."

"I guess that now I'm here you want me to get you out of this place?"

"If you'd be so kind."

He craned his neck to try and catch a glimpse of Nero, though he could only see his heavy brown boots walking across the floor towards him. As the younger male knelt down beside him, he began to wonder what happened to Vince. Had he been asleep that long? Had his lover burst in, seen him unconscious and managed to defeat such a powerful Incubus without his help? Something didn't feel right about this. Even as he saw Nero's face come into view, his cocky smile plastered to his full lips, something wasn't right. But every sense was screaming at him this was him. It looked like him, sounded like him, acted like him and definitely smelt like him. But something...

"What is it old man?" Nero teased. "One demon too much for ya?"

"So you took care of Vince?" Dante queried, trying to not sound too concerned.

"Yeah, no problem. You really ought to have more faith in me."

He closed his eyes and sighed. Really does sound like the kid. "Okay, get rid of these things."

Dante couldn't help the husky moan that escaped his lips as Nero touched one arm with his Devil Bringer. Shivers and little tingles of pleasure shot through his body as the metal shackles were unlocked and removed carefully from their places around his wrists and ankles. His body began to heat up without warning, his breathing becoming heavier as a fiery scent rendered him motionless. Vince must have intoxicated him with an aphrodisiac, the strongest ability an Incubus had for securing his prey. Dante moaned again as Nero rolled him onto his back, his erection now standing proudly between his legs from its base of silvery curls.

"That Incubus really got you horny, hmm?" Nero chortled.

"Hey, their aphrodisiacs are pretty potent things, kid," Dante grunted.

"Can you move?"

The elder chuckled awkwardly. "I doubt it... well, except for you know what."

A strange expression clouded Nero's young face at that moment. It was definitely lust, but it went far beyond that. "I take it I'll need to take care of that before we go anywhere. You're fortunate the dancers aren't here yet."

Dante went to speak, but he could only groan loudly as Nero took hold of his hard cock with the strong grip of his devil arm. He tossed his head back, continuing to moan as the other man's strokes became longer and rougher. He bucked his hips up to create more friction, feeling that he wanted to cum already, even after so little time. It was something that would usually cause him great embarrassment, but at this moment in time, he couldn't care less. He needed sweet release right now. He groaned in loss when Nero removed his hand, the sound of denim being removed reaching his ears. Dante sat up shakily, his cheeks flushed a hot pink as he watched Nero slowly undress in front of him. Smirking, the teen unzipped his red hoodie and shrugged it over his shoulders, revealing the toned shape of muscles beneath his black vest. Wasting no more time, he quickly discarded the rest of his attire before straddling the older man, his heavy breathing matching his.

"Shit Nero," Dante panted, bringing up his hands to massage his chest. "I need you."

"With all of this in your system, it's no wonder," Nero purred. "But don't worry, everything will be okay now I'm here."

Those words should have triggered something, he knew that, but right now his lust clouded brain couldn't handle it. He'd heard those same words from different lips, but he could do nothing about it now, not as Nero carefully rose up his hips, gripped the base of his erection and impaled himself without any preparation. Dante's head crashed back against the floor as he moaned loudly into the heavy air, immense pleasure tearing through every nerve. Part of his rational subconscious was screaming at him, telling him that Nero couldn't comfortably take his size without preparation; that Nero should be grunting in pain, not moaning in ecstasy. But the desire and the aphrodisiac still in his system were too strong to fight against. He looked up into Nero's blue orbs as the younger man rode him passionately, hands braced against his flat stomach and hips undulating powerfully. He reached up and ran his hand through his white locks, arching his back off the floor as his lover picked up his pace. It felt wrong and he knew it, something was telling him it was wrong, but it felt right all the same. How could it not be Nero? It was impossible for it not to be. Even his devil side knew it was his mate. It was just the damned aphrodisiac confusing him.

Dante gently ran his hands down along Nero's body; shaping his broad chest, slim waist and strong thighs. He bucked up his hips each time his lover slammed down, fire beginning to burn out of control in his navel. The other man's pale flesh felt scorching hot beneath his fingers, each flex of muscle feeling heavenly beneath the tactile contact. He ran one hand up across sculpted abs until he could play with a pert nipple with his fingers, squeezing and massaging the nub until Nero was moaning louder above him. The teen tossed his head back, calling Dante's name out into the club and moving faster, the slapping of their sweat drenched skin echoing across the room. There couldn't possibly be any better way to be rescued from his doom than this. It was almost a complete turnaround from the incident where Nero had been targeted by the Shadow Stalker. That time, the only way to defeat the demon was to mate with the younger male in front of it, showing it that it had little chance to steal him away. But now, it was Dante's turn and Nero was having to do the very same thing to be able to get him to safety.

Without warning, the elder reached up with both hands and grasped the sides of Nero's face, bringing his head down to kiss him deeply. He purred passionately as he felt the other slayer's warm, slick tongue glide over his lips and slip inside. He wound his own around his, both men panting audibly and their frantic rhythm never faltering as they tasted each other. Ah, the taste. It was Nero without a doubt. That sweet mix of all his favourite things with a hint of something indescribable that was distinctly Nero. Dante pushed the heavy body of the other man away from him, back arching as he felt his release drawing close. He tried as hard as he could to keep his eyes open, watching the writhing of the beautiful part devil still riding him hard and fervently. His eyes were drawn to Nero's instantly, the lust in those half lidded blue orbs driving him over the edge with a yell of his name. Dante moaned softly as his hips continued to spasm in orgasm, the hot slash of fluid across his chest barely registering as he came down from his high. He lay back on the cold floor as his muscles started to relax, but he immediately tensed again. Something still wasn't right. His head wasn't clearing and his body was becoming numb again. Having sex with Nero should have cleared the Incubus's aphrodisiac from his system... so why was he still under its effect? Opening eyes that he hadn't realised he'd closed, Dante found a pair of dark brown orbs staring back at him. He started, but couldn't move. Shit... what have I...

"See Dante," the smooth voice of the man purred. "Everything will be just fine."

His eyes widened, reality sinking in. "No..." Dante whispered.

Vince smiled soothingly. "Do not worry..." he trailed off absently as he let his slender fingers comb through his tousled white hair. "You'll grow to be comfortable with all this soon enough. I'm sure your devil side is quite easy to tame."

"No..."

What have I done? Dante began to feel heavy again, like his body was floating away in warm water. Let it, he thought. He felt anger and shame burn inside simultaneously, a part of him willing for the Incubus to take him so he didn't have to face what he had done. He could feel a warm tear trickle down as cheek, a reaction to the soft hand still comfortingly stroking through his hair and the purring of a content demon. But not his. His demon only felt remorse and sickened at the thought of having sex with someone that wasn't Nero. What would he say? His mate would have every right to... it was unthinkable. Dante wanted to cry as he felt himself swallowed up by blackness; a pit of hatred at being unfaithful to the man who meant more to him than life itself.

"Be at ease Dante," Vince whispered to him. "You'll be mine."

Nero...

Dilemma for Dante! I'll get working as quickly as I can on the next chapter, but I'm also working on a video let's play of Amnesia: The Dark Descent, so keep an eye out!