Ch 3 Enjoy!
Nero swung his head wearily from side to side, everything seemed groggy,
"Hey kid…" the voice seemed so far away. He barely opened his eyes feeling strong arms wrap around him lifting him to his feet and then weightlessness as his legs were swept out from under him. Nero's head lulled against a broad shoulder, his forehead pressed against the flesh of the others neck as he was held close. The others flesh was rather warm, Nero felt…safe?
Dante Sparda, 25 year old, proprietor of the world famous demon club Devil May Cry. And while that in its self isn't odd it's the mans appearance that strikes a few nerves. Pale, white hair, icy eyes, a body he probably sold his soul for, lightly tanned skin, not to mention the small blackish horns protruding form his forehead or the bifurcated tail of the same color sprouting from his backside. Most anyone who saw theses appendages figured they were just props, only a few actually know that they are real. Also well known for the red leather trench and the two woman usually hanging off his arms, one blond covered in leather and the other a brunette, cropped hair, bi-color eyes sporting shorts and a top easily a couple sizes to small.
Well, today he was by himself, minding his own business just walking down the sidewalk when out of nowhere this kid falls from the sky landing smack dab in the middle of oncoming traffic. When I saw oncoming, I mean a half a second from becoming nothing but a bloody stain on the asphalt. In a split second decision Dante reached for the white haired teen yanking him from harms way. Dante couldn't understand what made him save the boy, he's a self proclaimed hard ass that usually doesn't give two shits about the people around him; now if you ask the two girls nearest him they'd argue the point-more on that later. But in the millisecond the devil laid eyes on the boy there was something about him Dante wanted to corrupt *insert evil smirk*. The force of impact knocked them both to the ground, the boy over Dante's lap, the elder flat on his back. The kid seemed to have fainted, Dante smirked pushing his violet shades atop his head to get a better look at the kid. White hair matching his own, he seemed to be a few years younger, his pale skin held an otherworldly luster. Dante reached out swiping a few strands away from his face,
"Hey kid." it was barely above a whisper. His eyes cracked slightly revealing a bright oceanic blue, god, the boy reeked of innocence. Dante lifted himself along with the kid to their feet, the boy collapsed against the other as soon as they were upright. Dante sighed shaking his head he lifted the boy in his arms, holding him close.
He ignored the sideways glances a few passerby's gave him as he carried the boy a few more blocks to his home-the floor above the extensive club. Dante shouldered open the front door of his club, being the middle of the day the place was not yet open for business and eerily quiet. A few neon lights eliminated the bar reflecting off the many bottles of booze lined up in front of a large mirror. The bar extended about twenty feet before making a hard right angle and extending another ten, tucked nicely in the corner. Trish and Lucia, his two best bar tenders wouldn't be around for another few hours which meant he'd have the kid alone for a bit. Dante really liked that idea. The three stages and dance floor were dark, leather booths ranging from black to red sat around the stages and some conspicuously in darkened corners for those who wanted a little privacy. The DJ booth suspended high above their heads-Lady was well known her awesome mixes and light shows. He made his way up the carpeted stairs leading to the second floor aka the VIP area, he entertained her all the time, it was no secret Dante loved to entertain. Guess tonight might be different unless Dante locked him in his bedroom, no one would bother him then. Dante stopped in his tracks what the hell talking as if this kid is going to stick around or something. He shook the thought from his head, perhaps he could persuade the kid to stick around for a couple days seeing as how he fell from the sky and all, kid probably didn't have anywhere to go, Dante thought to use that to his advantage and what Dante wanted Dante got.
Little did he know Nero was looking for him.
Dante flipped on the overhead light already set to dim from the previous night, laying the teen gently on a red leather couch he propped a pillow under his head. Dante still leaned over him making him comfortable, he inhaled deeply taking Nero's scent into his system-cinnamon, purity, and innocent. Dante was in love. then he noticed the soft blue glow emitting from the teens covered arm, Dante pushed the covering away, the glow intensified,
"What do we have here." just a whisper.
The red scaly hide covered his knuckles then shifted to thick plates as more of his arm was revealed. His fingers totally free of the thick hide. Dante turned his palm over in his hand, it glowed brighter from contact. He laced his fingers with the glowing blue feeling the power flowing through the arm, loving the contrast of skin tones. From the angle Nero was laid at the odd arm was pulled across his stomach when Dante sought to examine it. The fabric of his gauzy shirt caught the edge of a scale causing the body of Nero's shirt to rise slightly leaving a thin slit of supple skin exposed, this did not go unnoticed by the devil. He gently removed his fingers from his hand and lightly traced the slit with the pad of his thumb, soft and smooth just like he thought. He pushed the shirt slightly higher keeping his eyes on the teens face hoping he wouldn't awaken and when he showed no sign of change Dante shifted his gaze to the pale skin, dancing his fingertips eagerly across the exposed flesh, the lightly sculpted abs. He licked his lips, the tantalizing flesh Dante had the greatest urge to taste. He smirked before dipping his head down trailing his tongue lightly across his stomach circling his navel, savoring his sweet taste, planting his lips here and there suckling slightly. Nero's stomach sucked in from a sharp intake of breath but still he didn't awaken, Dante grinned when a small moan escaped the form below him then a deeper moan as Dante snaked his tongue into his navel sucking on the surrounding skin, the elicit sound went straight to the elders groin. He had to be careful not to mark the boy, yet…
Dante reluctantly pulled away from the skin hearing a door open and shut downstairs then the sound of heels on the stairs. Trish appeared moments later just in time to witness Dante fixing the boys shirt and pulling a blanket over him. She approached from behind, peering over the others shoulder, making a small approving sound in her throat,
"Ooh, he looks yummy, Dante, where did you find him?"
He gave a low growl, warning her to back off, "He's not for you Trish, I know your appetite."
"And I know yours…" She teased, hands on his shoulders, "Just a small taste Dante, I'll be gentle."
He eyed the blonde succubus, "No Trish, be a good girl wont you?"
She pouted slightly, he never let her have any fun! But she backed off fearing his wrath if she didn't. Dante stood shrugging the woman away and held a finger to his lips asking her to be quiet and pointed to the open kitchen. Surrounding windows flooded the large white kitchen with late afternoon light. Trish immediately rummaged through the fridge finding old pizza and beer, she shut the fridge sighing, if she wanted alcohol she could just go down stairs,
"So, where'd you find him?"
Dante cracked open a beer, swallowed half before setting it on the counter beside him,
"He fell from the sky."
She gaped at him, "You serious?"
He nodded and told her the rest,
"So you thought to bring him here?"
"C'mon Trish, you saw him, if I left him out there he'd be raped for sure or worse, he's pretty isn't he…" Dante smirked
Trish just rolled her eyes, "He's not a stray puppy Dante…" the devil shrugged,
"I don't know Trish, there's just something about him…"
It was her turn to smirk, "Yeah, he's an Angel."
So... *hugs and kisses*