Lost in the darkness, had to find my own way out.
No one waiting on the other side asking if I'm alright.
To see the light, what a lie.
Only darkness surrounds me,
And I can't seem to shake off that cold feeling inside.
(Anniversary of my death- A.M.)
"Dante Sparda, I was sent to save you your soul!"
Dante was silent for all of half a second letting the boys words sink in before he was literally clutching the bar counter for support, laughing fit to fall over. Holding his side with his free hand, banging his forehead on the smooth surface. I mean the man was laughing his ass off much to the young angels dismay. Dante's knees began to buckle from lack of oxygen, laughter coming out almost like wheezing, tears streaming down his face.
Nero huffed crossing his arms, a slight pout appeared on his perfect petal pink lips. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He wasn't supposed to be laughing at him, he was supposed to be taking this seriously. Sure others had laughed at him before, even talked about him behind his back, but this, this was different-this was embarrassing, the tears began to build in the youngers blue pools as his light dimmed gradually, darkness taking over his heart.
Dante's laughter teetered off to a light snicker as he regained his breath and stopped all together taking in the look on the boy's face. Nero tried to blink away the oncoming tears as one successfully slid down a pale cheek, his cursed hand glowing a pale shade of blue. The elder regained his composure sliding onto the bar counter, legs dangling off the edge he sighed rubbing his hands across his face.
"You're serious, aren't you?"
Nero swallowed what was left of his pride landing gently on the floor, robes returned to his casual cloths as movement and life started in the silent club. Nero took one glance at Dante and made for the door, never in his life had he felt so low. He knew it was his mission to save the mans soul but right now he wanted as far away from him as he could get.
"Hey kid, wait!"
Dante called after the kid, who didn't seem to hear him for the noise in the night club or simply ignoring him. He disappeared out the door and into the night darkened city streets. The elder rubbed his temples feeling a headache coming on, if the kid was as naïve as he thought he was the city streets were no place for him to be especially after midnight.
Nero ran, he didn't care where he was running to but he ran knowing full well he couldn't return to Heaven until his mission had been completed-not that he was in any kind of hurry to get back but he did not want to be here either. He could barely see through the tear blinded eyes. The night air cool and refreshing against his flushed face. Nero slowed to a walk getting a grip on his rampaging emotions and decided to take in the sights around him, the neon lights and sounds were simply breath taking. Even this late at night there were people every where, some walking by hand in hand, others sitting inside all night cafés or bars possibly catching up with or making new friends. Scantly clad men and women lined street corners attracting passing cars with the promise of 'a good time'. Nero passed by hands stuffed as deep into the pockets of his faded jeans as they could go, mostly trying to hid the growing glow of his exposed flesh.
He twirled in a circle gazing up at the massive buildings, he'd have to remember to visit this place again once it was daylight. Nero crossed a few more street lighted intersections, aimlessly wandering when the thought finally hit him, he didn't know where he was going or how far from the other man he'd already ran. And on top of all that he didn't have a fucking clue as to where he was.
The young man leaned against the side of an unnamed abandoned building, the windows dark, a few even broken. He sighed deeply, running his human hand through his hair, the strands falling haywire as he slid to his butt on the concrete knees pulled to his chest. Here he was alone, very alone and it unnerved him. His lightly glowing limb cradled between his drawn up legs and stomach, the other across his knees chin resting on top.
Then the events of the night began to sink in, now that Nero was calm he decided it was a stupid idea to run from Dante. Dante who was a half-demon and probably seen it all, and himself going all out to try and impress the man in all his white light and glory and he, himself is not even a full fledged angel, yet. Nero buried his face in his arm shaking his head, almost laughing to himself when he feels fingers wafting through his white hair…
Dante shook his head, he had to go after the damn kid whether he liked it or not, he couldn't let anything bad happen to the little shit now that he knew the truth about who he really was. And seeing the kids expressions to the world around him, this was no doubt his first time to earth. Dante had been back and forth between Hell a couple times and the drastic changes in environment and citizens is a bit drastic. He couldn't begin to imagine what Heaven must be like, but if all the residents look liked Nero, hell, sign him up any day. But right now he had to search out the pale youth before something bad happened to him in the city.
He tapped the bar getting Lucia's attention, she looked over as he motioned to the door. She narrowed her eyes at him and started over. She leaned across the counter only inches from her bosses face,
"First, you make me work by myself on the busiest night of the week. Now you're leaving?"
"I gotta go after the kid, he took off."
Dante could see the questions in her glowing angry eyes realizing she couldn't remember if the two had been fighting enough for the boy to run off of the fact the Dante could have said something stupid (not uncommon) to make the boy leave. But the fact that she didn't catch it means something is a little off.
"I'll explain when I get back…if you need help, coax Lady down from her booth, I gotta go before that brat gets into trouble." With that he slinked out the door completely oblivious of the lewd hand gesture Lucia threw in his direction but turned back to her costumers rocking her voluptuous curves to the pounding music as she poured untold amounts of alcohol for the crowd.
Dante walked out into the cool night air trying to catch a whiff of the boys scent but the breeze was coming from behind pushing any smells farther away from his enhanced senses. Still he caught a scent of something familiar and headed off in the direction he'd hoped the boy hadn't taken. Devil May Cry wasn't situated in the best part of town, part of its appeal. But what waited a few blocks farther down the street was much worse, especially to someone of Nero's upbringing. Drugs, hookers, pimps looking for new blood, rapers, murderers…you name it, it was waiting not to far away. His scent grew stronger, damn the kid, he'd headed right into the heart of the worst part of the city. The man sighed for about the hundredth time since meeting the young look-a-like, hands going instinctively to the pockets of his leather trench. Ebony and Ivory discreetly hidden from view just incase he needed them. The jacket had been designed to holster the firearms and to keep prying eyes at bay.
Dante kept on, the scent getting a bit stronger as he continued, he'd walked theses streets a million times of more, most of the prostitutes knew him well-men and woman alike. Sex and love don't require a gender. As he passed he was recognized on the spot a few smiles and winks later he learned the kid did in fact pass by this way.
Nero looked up into the face of the person who's fingers passed through the soft strands of his hair. The man wore a white collar and a black robe and Nero knew he was a priest and smiled. The man had kind brown eyes and dark hair sprinkled with grey, a goatee of the same color trimmed and neat and plastered a fake concerning smile on thin lips,
"Father." Nero muttered.
The man crouched before the unsuspecting youth, tilting his chin up with two fingers,
"Yes my child, what has you on the streets this late at night?" His breath smelled of the cheap bourbon he'd consumed only moments before. His first thoughts-this kid is absolutely gorgeous, he'd be a top seller in no time.
"I ran, I ran away…" barely a whisper from the youth.
The priest stood extending his hand to the young man. Nero studied his hand then the mans face for a moment before taking it. There was no reason not to trust a man of the cloth, a street wise servant of God.
"Come my little lost lamb, I can offer you salvation." wrapping an arm around the boys shoulders to help lead him along. Fingers idly playing with the this fabric of the boys shirt. He lead Nero down a nearby ally, filled with trash and nothing more,
"This way my son." His hand moved lower to the boys waist fingers sliding beneath the shirt to caress the sot after soft skin.
Nero didn't like this, the man gave off mixed signals, first helping and now touching. Nero wanted to turn, to run away. This wasn't like Dante's touches, theses seemed more aggressive. He tried to wiggle away from the man who only grasped him tighter, fingernails digging into the soft skin causing Nero to whimper slightly from the unexpected pain.
"Now be a good boy, my son, and this will all be over soon and you will belong to me." He slammed the lithe body against the nearest brick wall, covering it with his own heavier form, pinning Nero's arms,
"You're very pretty boy, you'll make me a lot of money." His lips descended to the exposed flesh of the boy's neck, sucking and biting. For the moment Nero had been to stunned to move but now with fear and anger rising he began to thrash around trying to break the mans hold. He tore his lips away from the sweet skin and back handed the youth hard enough the bust his lips. Fire whipped through Nero's cheek on contact then the coppery taste of his own blood as it seeped into his mouth, what had he gotten himself into here. Nothing like this was ever covered in his classes, what was he to do in a situation where he had no control of the outcome? Fighting back caused him pain-like nothing he'd ever felt before. Now, more than ever he wished he hadn't ran from Dante.
The man flipped Nero slamming him once again into the wall this time face first. He wouldn't take the boy, not yet. Taking a quick survey of his surroundings, his eyes had adjusted to the dark sometime ago, he made out the outline of a piece of discarded cloths line, perfect. He bound the youths hands tight behind his back, the laminated rope cutting into the pristine skin. Then turned him to face him once again.
Humiliation is the first key to breaking a person.
He pulled Nero away from the wall by the front of his shirt then forced him to his knees. The tears leaking down the flushed cheeks mixing with the blood from his lips were to much for the so-called savior of man to take. His erection had been straining since first laying eyes of the kid. He pushed the flaps of the robe aside, and with a quick slight of hand had his dripping cock released from the confines of the black slacks. He leaned foreword once again taking a painfully tight grip on the white hair arching his neck back at an extreme angle,
"Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way, open that pretty little mouth and I wont be too hard on ya."
Nero shook his head defiantly keeping his lips sealed tight, he didn't know the intentions of this man but from his position in the filthy trash strewn black ally he knew it couldn't be good and he wasn't willingly going to let this man do anything to him if he could help it.
He sighed, "I always get the hard headed ones, oh well…" he stood back letting his hand fly again and again before forcing open the boys mouth and shoving his rock hard cock inside as far as it could go. Nero let out a muffled scream at the sudden intrusion not to mention the hand gripping his hair had tightened considerable. The other hand griped his chin forcing his mouth wider and unable to clamp down on the mans dick. He began to harshly fuck the virgin mouth forcing his head back and fourth while thrusting deeply nearly gagging the young man. Spit slopped down the boys chin, Nero raised his eyes taking in the mans appearance, his head flopped back as the tight holds and furious thrusting continued, Nero still trying to get away. The stranger seemed to be enjoying the harsh treatment being inflicted on the boy. After a moment of the man feeling heated eyes on him he turned his gaze to the boy so submissively on his knees. Blue eyes filled with hatred, his own cock going in and out of the sweet hot mouth, he got harder if possible, now moaning nearing his completion.
Dante rushed forward a stirring in his gut telling him to hurry. He'd picked up Nero's scent stronger not to long ago but now it was mixed with salt and iron- the only thing Dante could think of was tears and blood. What had the damned kid gotten himself into. It wasn't long before the sounds of skin striking skin caught his attention along with the whimper at such abuse. But it was Dante's nose that scent him down the same ally where his enhanced vision gave him a full view of where his little angel had wandered.
Usually a sight like this, in this part of town wouldn't have been much of a surprise to anyone passing by, but the fact that Dante knew both men involved caused his blood to boil. The young angel on his knees, hands bound behind his back being face fucked by one of the largest flesh sellers in the city. And the nam to enthralled in his own completion didn't hear the advance of the devil.
Dante cold cocked the bastard just as his orgasm hit sending cum into Nero's mouth and over his lips and chin. He gagged and spit, the hand released his hair his head fell forward,
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" Nero knew the voice, gravelly and deep, now laced with anger and something more, something Nero had never heard-possessiveness. Nero raised his head in time to see the red clad devil lift the man off his feet throwing the body across the ally where it crashed into the opposite wall with a sickening crunch of bone. The body slumped to the floor, unmoving. Nero watched as the body remained still only to fill hands gently lifting him to his feet. He turned back now facing his savior. The rope around his wrist was finally released, a sharp pain accompanied the removal as blood was once again allowed to flow through the appendages, cruel red marks remained.
His tears were now flowing freely whether it was for being saved or for Dante seeing him in such a state he didn't know. A hand came up to gently cup a reddening cheek, soft pressure applied as the blood and semen was wiped away releasing the material was from Dante's own shirt. The boy buried his face in the elders chest, Dante easily picked him, cradled close, whispering words of comfort. Nero wrapped both arms tightly around his neck,
"I'm s-sorry D-Dante…" barely audible through tears and sniffles.
"You've got nothing to be sorry for kid, you didn't do anything wrong." Dante shifted the boy to hold him closer, his scent was slowly becoming something he didn't want to be without.
I apologize for the wait on this update, I usually don't take this long and I really don't have an excuse except for the fact this story was lost to me for a while, I can't honestly say I've found it again. I'll try to update again soon but until then *hugs and kisses*