Hey guys, really sorry I haven't updated the story lately! College and Eurocon has been taking up all my time lately, I'll really try to get more uploaded this month to make up for my absense. But I don't promise anything as I have to finish my Akamaru cosplay, and props in two weeks. (I planned everything but somehow I'm quite behind!) Thankyou so much for your support, I really appreciate it!

Dante's eyes flickered open, taking in the light beams that pour against his nude chest.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Nero watched Dante as he sat up and ruffled his hair.

"No, it's fine..." He looked at Nero as he was slipping on his shoes.

"You leaving?" Dante asked sleepily.

"Yeah. The shop isn't going to open itself." He turned round about to open the door when he felt Dante's hands slip round his waist.

"We'll take my car there... We have time."

"Dante.. Stop it." Nero's eyes squinted.

"I know you like it though." He sneered sexily and kissed Nero's neck lightly, kissing higher 'til he got to his ear. He nibbled lightly on the lobe.

Nero took hold of Dante's jaw and pushed him up against the wall and kissed him passionately.

Dante was shocked at the sudden aggression from Nero but went with the flow.

Dante drank in every inch of Nero, etching his perfect build into his mind. Dante's hands flowed across Nero's skin, the feel of silk beneath his finger tips. The feel of electricity and lightning merging together to create a storm of emotions.

A loud rap at the door pulled the two men apart, they stared at each other which almost felt an eternity.

"Dante, I know you're in there, open the fucking door." An angry female voice seeped through the letter box.

Dante stared at the door and then looked at Nero with a stony look on his face.

"Wait in the bedroom 'til I come and get you." The coldness in his voice washed over Nero like ice. As Nero slipped into the bedroom, he leaned against the door and slid down and brought his knees to his chest and listened contently.

Nero heard the front door flick open. Then it sounded like the door had imploded on itself.

"What the fuck were you doing?" Her voice was venemous, poison that would kill you slowly, and painfully.

There was silence..

"I had a friend round last night, I was cleaning up.." There was a pause, then a light sigh.

"You never call me back." Her voice was soft now, beautiful and calming, a light melody.

Who was this girl? A friend? Is that all Dante thought Nero was, a friend? Or was he making up excuses for his bit on the side.