Sorry it's so late guys! I've been busy as hell! It's only a small chapter. (Well, smaller than the others.) I promise to get more done within the week but everything is clashing into one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, oh! And if anyone is going to the LFCC in London (London Film & Comic Con) I shall be there cosplaying Orochimaru Akatsuki style. (Gonna be nice and hot haha)

Dante put his fingers into Nero's hair and combed through it lightly, making Nero's head pull back, Dante began to kiss his neck and downwards. Dante started to un-zip Nero's shirt until his bare chest was on show.

His well toned body, sculpted to pure beauty, Dante took it all in, carressing every part of him with his finger tips. Nero felt like electricity was flowing through him, the tingling sensation from Dante's finger tips. Nero moaned quietly. Dante got up off of Nero and put on some music in the background. Nero looked up at Dante, realising he knew this band.

"Know 'em?"

Dante asked looking at Nero's expression.

"Yeah.."

Nero plopped his head back down and closed his eyes, listening to the guitar. A few minutes passed and he heard another guitar join in, Nero opened his eyes to see Dante sat on an amplifier playing along. His hair covering a side of his face, but Nero could see his eyes were closed, and a small smile upon his lips.

Nero layed on his side watching Dante. Nero cleared his throat.

"I wanna talk tonight... Until the morning light... 'Bout how you saved my life..."

Dante looked up and watched Nero sing along and smiled.

"I'll never say that I won't ever make you cry, and this I'll say, I don't know why, I know I'm leaving, but I'll be back another day.."

Nero stopped singing and just listened to Dante.

Dante stopped strumming away and looked at Nero. His eyes closed and his lips parted, he fell asleep. Dante walked up to him and picked him up and placed him in his bed and put him under the covers.

He finished cleaning up and put everything in it's rightful place and put himself on the sofa. His legs dangling off the edge as he was too lanky to fit. He struggled to get comfortable; he rustled to and fro and ended laying on his back looking at the ceiling. He sighed and just closed his eyes. He kicked off his boots and put his shirt folded on the floor and decided to lay on his front.

He soon fell asleep into a long daze. His brain functioning the dreams and nightmares, all blurring into one...